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Santa! Santa! Santa! Santa!

Santa! Santa! Santa! Santa!

- Ladies and gentle elves,

may I introduce the Holly-est, the jolliest,

the bellyful-of-jelly-est,

your Santa claus!

- Ho, ho, ho, ho!

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Ho, ho, ho!

- I love you, Santa!

- Hold it down, people.

Hold it down.

Ho, ho!

Christmas Carol.

- Here, sir.

- Send in the Christmas lists.

Lists! Lists! Lists!

- Bring in the nice list.

- I present to you the nice list!

- Bring in the naughty list.

- Oh.

- Elmer the elder elf,

keeper of the naughty list.

Sure glad we only see him once a year.

- Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.

- Thank you...

- Elmer.

- Sir,

here are your lists:

Nice...

And naughty.

Thank you.

A lot of familiar names on here.

Some people never learn.

I guess they're getting coal again this Christmas.

- But enough negativity.

Now, let's see all the boys and girls

who will be getting

their Christmas wishes this year.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Huh?

Christmas Carol.

- Yes, your jolliness?

- W-W-What's going on?

Who gave Albert his piano,

and who gave Jane her cooking set?

Who's messing

with my Christmas list?

- Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

Best day ever.

Wishful thinking is on a roll.

- 3,000 wishes granted today.

- Strange.

Ever since poof said his first words,

he's never been able to say another.

- Maybe he just hasn't found his true voice yet.

- I've been told my voice is kind of irritating.

Of course, I don't believe it.

What do you think, Wanda?

- Oh!

- Okay, guys.

Time to Grant more wishes.

We're going in.

Fairies: Let's do it!

- Whoo, whoo!

- De nada!

- Just a couple more.

- I wish I had a real truck.

- You got it, kid.

- Awesome!

Yahoo!

- Mm, Japan.

Downtown, baby.

- What a great wish.

- Folks, I wish I could say this traffic jam would clear up,

but--wait; It just did!

- I wish they remember my birthday.

Ooh, la, la!

- You look thirsty.

- Have a drink, big guy.

Oh, the leaning tower of pisa.

- With extra anchovies.

- Not a bad morning.

I bet after lunch, we could get a few thousand more wishes in.

On this trip alone, that makes...

Uh, Timmy, I think

we've definitely reached our quota.

- Wow. Tootie's right.

Our wands are getting a little overheated.

- I smell bacon.

- Hey. Look down there.

I sense a wish coming on.

- Man.

Committing crimes sure is hard. - I know.

I just wish we had the goods right in our hands.

Both: Good things do happen to bad people!

- I'm sure they weren't actual burglars,

just big fans of burglar fashion, right?

- Whoever they were, they sure were happy.

- Whee! - Whoa!

- Ah!

Falling ornaments.

Either the earth has broken from its orbit

and we are hurtling towards the sun,

or this is the work of Timmy Turner

and his fairy godparents.

Oh.

There's Turner now,

a 23-year-old living the life of a child.

Well, beware, Turner.

As a Christmas present, I'm gonna give you

a piece of my mind!

- Merry Christmas, Mr. Crocker.

- Ah, begone, street urchins.

You know what I say about Christmas.

Bah, handbag.

- Don't you mean "bah, humbug"?

- No, I mean "bah, handbag."

That's because every year growing up,

all mother ever gave me for Christmas

were women's handbags.

She always knew I'd give them back to her.

- Well, then it's a good thing Santa brings presents too.

- Presents? What presents?

All Santa ever gave me for Christmas

was a lump of coal.

I've got so much of it,

I could power a small nation for six years.

- Sounds like someone might be on the naughty list.

- What's that, some kind of blog?

- Uh, no, it's something you don't want to be on

if you're expecting presents.

- Well, then I demand to be taken off

of this naughty list immediately!

Whom do I speak to about this outrage?

- Um, last I heard,

Santa claus keeps the naughty list

at the north pole.

- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

- North pole? Ridiculous!

Everyone knows there's no such thing

as the north pole

or polar bears.

- You know, I hardly miss making wishes for myself.

I just love giving.

Love, love, love.

Well, it is the season for it.

Oh, isn't this beautiful?

I just love this time of the year.

Don't you, Timmy?

- Oh, sure. It's great.

But when you have magical fairies,

the whole year's a magical time, right?

- Parents! - Ah!

Ooh.

Both: Hi, Timmy.

Hi, tootie.

- Hey, mom and dad.

- Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Turner.

- Oh, please. Call us Timmy's parents.

- Just don't call us to say that Timmy's moving back home.

- Yeah, right, 'cause you're not, right?

Right? No!

No, no! No!

- You can't.

We've already turned your room

into a secret spy cave.

- Please don't take away our secret spy cave.

- Relax, mom and dad.

I'm not moving back home.

- Ooh. - Oh.

- Let heaven and nature sing.

- What are you guys up to?

- Uh, duh.

I'm dressed up as Santa.

- And Santa's little helper.

- Very christmassy.

- It's Christmas?

- This year, I'm asking Santa

for something practical:

A new computer.

- I want something practical too:

A magical pony who poops ice cream,

then he eats the ice cream,

and he poops gold,

then he eats the gold,

and then he poops out a motorcycle,

and we all ride away.

Bye!

Hey!

- Best parents ever.

- Timmy Turner?

Down here, treetop.

- We've got a problem.

- A big one.

- And you are?

- I'm Christmas Carol,

elf first class.

This is my associate,

dingle Dave.

- I have no class.

- Carol.

- Wanda.

- Cosmo.

- Dingle.

Both: Lousy stinkin' fairies.

Both: Dirty rotten elves.

- Wait a minute. You guys know each other?

- Unfortunately, we do,

although they're shorter than I remember.

- Who you calling short?

- Bring it on, dingle boy.

- What's this?

Timmy Turner with some colorfully dressed weirdos

that aren't fairies.

- Oh.

- So you guys are real, live elves?

- Of course we are.

- We live to make the world a happier place.

- It's amazing. Magical creatures.

You don't see that every day.

- Hmm? - Huh?

- Oh, sorry.

So you guys actually know the real Santa claus?

- The real Santa.

Time for me to square off with the big guy

and get off the so-called naughty list.

He owes me.

Ah!

Die! Mmm!

- Oh, elves visiting dimmsdale at Christmas?

This is so exciting. - Yeah, right.

- I wouldn't be too excited if I were you, kid.

Santa wants to see you right away.

Both: You're in big trouble, Timmy Turner.

- Here we are.

- Tootie, look down there.

The north pole.

It's amazing. - Wow.

- Yeah, if you like that sort of thing.

Ah, get me out of here.

Smells like elf farts in there.

And it's cold out here.

- Ooh!

- Ah.

- Mr. Turner, we've been expecting you.

Welcome to the north pole.

- Fairies.

Both: Elves.

- I'm sensing some very hostile vibrations

between you guys and the elves.

What happened?

This is supposed to be a time of peace and love.

- They know what they did to us.

- What we did?

- Oh, that's rich coming from you.

- Whoa.

What's that?

Elves: Don't touch that!

- This is the Christmas spirit generator.

He generates cheer all around the world.

- Keep moving, people.

We are on a schedule.

We do not want to keep Mr. Claus waiting.

Oh.

So the north pole does exist.

- Apparently, so do polar bears!

- Oh! - Ooh, wow!

- Follow me.

- Uh, I mean, yeah, whatever.

- Wow.

- Welcome to Santa's workshop.

- Amazing.

- Here you'll see

state-of-the-art toy-making technology,

as well as the latest in Holly, jolly hardware.

- Over there is the command center.

That's where we cross-reference

each and every gift with the naughty and nice list.

Feel free to marvel at the gift-o-wrapper:

Perfectly gift-wraps up to 600 toys a minute.

- Whoa. - Oh.

- We like to call it our little wrap star.

- Whee!

- Oh, be careful in there.

- My turn next.

- Oh, hey. What's this stuff?

Elves: Don't touch that!

- Ooh.

Oh.

And that's the dimensionation station.

We can track weather patterns

as well as real-time databases of chimney sizes.

They tell Santa exactly just how much

to suck in his belly to fit down each one.

- Awesome.

Elves: Don't touch that!

- Timmy Turner!

Both: Santa!

- I need a word with you.

Timmy Turner.

Welcome to the north pole!

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

Ho, ho, ho, ho. - Thanks, Santa.

You must be tootie.

- You know my name.

- But of course.

And I know every present I've ever given you.

Try me.

- Uh, what did you get for me when I was eight?

- A professor noggin chemistry set

and ballerina shoes.

Ho, ho!

- Whoa. Let me try.

What did you give me when I was six?

- Easy.

A Matty meteor star blaster,

a unicycle with a sissy bar seat,

one pair of underpants that could be used as a hat

when it rained, two hams,

oh, and a Wendy wee-wee doll that when you pulled the--

- uh, what's this thing do?

- Could I have a moment with Timmy, please?

- Uh... - This way, tootie.

- Timmy, my boy.

Hmm.

Ooh, incredible.

Santa's workshop.

In order for me to confront him,

I'll need to disguise myself.

Ooh, time to use

my patented Crocker blend-in technique.

Yoink!

Oh, perfect.

Now I look just like an elf.

- You there!

And where do you think you're going?

- Me?

Oh, nowhere special.

Just a typical elf doing, um,

elf things.

- You're new around here, aren't you?

- Yes, sir.

Crash!

Yeah, fresh in from the elf academy

with the sugarplums and the candy canes

and the... gingerbread.

- Good.

You can start

by mucking out the reindeer stalls.

- Right away, sir.

- But first,

your ears look a little dull.

Looks like we have to sharpen them.

- I got a problem.

- Uh, well, just tell me it as a wish,

and my fairies will fix it, no problem.

- That's my problem!

When you use your powers

to give people everything that they want,

especially this time of year,

well, they don't need me.

Their names are disappearing from my nice list.

- Wow, Santa.

I never really thought about it that way.

- Oh.

- I just love giving, you know?

Love, love, love. - I know.

Giving is the greatest thing there is.

But as you know, with great power--

and magical fairies do fall into that category--

comes great responsibility.

- Sorry, Santa.

I guess I put everyone in a bad spot, huh?

- Here.

Have a candy cane.

There isn't a bad spot

that one of Santa's delicious candy canes

can't get you out of.

In your case,

you better take two.

- Hmm. - Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

- Thanks.

- Oh.

- Whoa!

- Ah! Oh, no!

- So now do you understand, Timmy?

Christmas should be a time where giving is special.

Look at these elves.

They work all year long

to make sure that Christmas can happen

for all the good boys and girls.

- Sorry, Santa. It's jammed again.

- Will you give me a second, Timmy?

I wish this thing would stop breaking down.

- Hey. Hey, did you guys hear that?

Santa just made a wish. - Uh...

Didn't Santa just ask you not to?

- Psh, he didn't say anything about not making wishes for him.

- I'll just put my arm up here.

Oh, sorry. - Come on.

Let's show him how we roll and fix that thing.

- Uh, if you say so, Timmy.

Ah! Oh!

- Oh!

- Way to go. - Guys, w-what's going on?

- Are you crazy? - Oh! Oh!

- Using fairy magic in an elf-made building?

- It wasn't us.

- Whoa. Oh!

Whoa!

Crash!

Oh!

- Is he...

- Santa?

Are you okay?

Speak to me!

- I'm fine, mommy.

- "Ha, ha, ha"?

Not "ho, ho, ho"?

- Santa claus, are you hurt?

- Santa claus?

Who's Santa claus?

I'm the easter bunny.

- Clearly the fall scrambled Santa's head.

He's forgotten who he is.

- Who knows how long he's gonna be like this?

- Oh, it gets worse, guys.

I think those are rabbit droppings.

- Emergency shutdown.

- Emergency shutdown?

- Emergency shutdown.

- Oh, no.

This is not good.

- Oh. - Emergency shutdown.

Emergency shutdown.

Emergency shutdown. Emergency shutdown.

Emergency shutdown.

Emergency shutdown. - Oh, no.

- W-W-What's happening?

- It's the workshop failsafe system kicking in.

Without a functioning Santa claus,

the workshop won't work.

- This is all your fault, Timmy Turner.

- My fault?

- Yes, your fault.

It is I, jorgen Von strangle,

and I'm here to, uh,

not only model the latest in fairy winter wear...

- Hmm.

- But to once again

straighten out the mess

Timmy Turner has made.

By the way, merry Christmas.

- Jorgen? - Ooh, presents.

- Ooh.

Fairies: Da rules?

- Timmy Turner,

I came here to inform you

that you are once again

in deep trouble.

According to da rules,

paragraph 1,225, article "k,"

subsection kringle,

if a godchild should injure a holiday icon

and prevent said icon

from performing their holiday duties...

He said "doodies."

- Then...

The godchild in question

must assume the responsibilities of that icon

until such time as the icon is able to perform again.

- Okay, jorgen.

In English, please?

- Fine.

Until Santa gets better...

- Carrots!

- Timmy Turner,

you are the new Santa claus.

- Me? Santa claus?

- Come on.

- This is ridiculous.

This boy taking the place of the great claus?

I scoff at that.

Watch me scoff.

- You call that a scoff?

This is a scoff.

- That's more an expression of doubt.

- Well, I took a shot. - Guys, guys, guys.

What are you fighting about?

- The fairies and elves have been feuding for centuries.

- That's because fairies always ruin everything.

- Everyone, focus.

Timmy being Santa claus just might work.

- Really?

- Bring me Santa's hat.

If what that muscle head says is true

and you've taken on the Santa position,

then the workshop should respond to you.

There's only one way to test it.

Put it on.

Crash!

- Whoa.

- System reboot.

- It's working.

I can't believe it.

- Take your places, everyone.

Christmas is a go.

- Ooh, I want to help.

- Enjoy.

- Hey.

I could get used to this.

Well, at least until Santa gets better.

Oh, yeah, with Wanda, cosmo, and poof by my side,

I can totally pull off this Santa thing.

- Youch!

That ear sharpener really smarts.

Huh.

Who knew reindeer poop was so sparkly?

- Nobody can sit and watch other people work

quite like our Timmy.

I'm so proud.

- Emergency shutdown. Emergency shutdown.

Emergency shutdown.

Doesn't anyone pay the electricity bill

around here?

Ooh, what's that?

"Close the gate so the reindeer won't escape," hmm.

Hmm.

Deal with it.

- What's happening, Timmy?

- We've got a problem. - What is it?

- Timmy Turner can't be Santa claus.

- Why not?

- Because Timmy Turner

is on the naughty list.

- Well, then these need to disappear.

- M-m-m-me?

- But how did Timmy end up on the naughty list?

- Maybe it has something to do

with the fact that he almost killed Santa.

- Or the fact that he messed up Christmas

in the first place by granting so many wishes.

- Or the fact that he has terrible body odor,

cries in his sleep--

oh, wait. That's me.

- Hey. No big deal.

I can totally fix this mess.

All I got to do is have cosmo, Wanda, and poof

zap me off the naughty list.

Simple.

- If there's one thing fairies understand,

it's simple.

- Oh, really?

Well, it would be simple

to turn you into a pooper scooper.

- What's going on?

I'm not getting any magic reception in my wand.

- Me neither.

I got no bars. I got to get out of here.

I got people coming over tonight.

- With the Christmas spirit power down,

the north pole's magnetic polarity

is rendering your fairy magic useless.

- Okay. Okay.

How do I get my name off the naughty list?

- There's only one way.

- Tell us, dingle Dave.

I mean, Timmy will do anything.

- Well, surely you don't mean...

- Yes.

Elmer the elder elf.

He sees all.

He knows all.

Only he has the power

to take someone off the naughty list.

- Well, easy.

I'll just go to this Elmer the elder elf's house

and ask him to take me off the naughty list.

- It's not that easy, Timmy.

People have tried, and--

- well, Timmy has to do something.

There's two days left until Christmas,

and real Santa doesn't look

like he's gonna be ready anytime soon.

I'm a pretty little ballerina.

Whee! - Look.

I owe this to Santa claus.

Okay, out there somewhere, there is another little boy

dreaming of a Wendy wee-wee doll.

I mean a football.

And I'm not gonna let that kid down.

If I have to travel

to this Elmer the elder elf's realm,

I'll do it--

alone.

- Without magic, Timmy?

- Oh, Timmy can do anything.

Right, Timmy? - Yeah.

How hard can it be?

- The path to Elmer's realm

is fraught with death and danger

and more dangerous danger.

- And--and by "danger," you mean...

- You may not make it back alive,

Timmy Turner.

- I'm going with you.

We're a team.

- And I, unfortunately, will not be going,

because I'm extremely allergic to danger.

- You're coming too.

- Fine, but if my tongue swells up--

oh, no, it's already started.

- Mr. Crocker, what are you doing here?

- Oh, well, it's a long story

that involves a freezing car ride,

reindeer poop, and an ear sharpener.

Believe me,

that part-- not pretty.

But that is not the point.

You see, I am here because I am coming along

to get my name taken off the naughty list too.

- Well, you're welcome to come, Mr. Crocker.

We'll all go together.

- Whatever.

- Well,

you're gonna need a guide.

- And someone to carry back your bodies.

- Huh?

- And you're also gonna need this.

- Cold.

- Which way now, guys?

- Never fear, Timmy.

It's obvious.

The realm of Elmer is--

both: That way!

Right. That way.

- Oh, I wish you could wish

for directions,

but my wand's as useless

as cosmo's invisibility helmet.

- Wanda, I'm right here. She can't see me.

- I thought you guys said you knew the north pole

like the back of your hand.

- Oh, typical elves--

no sense of direction.

Oh, yeah?

Well, typical fairies--

no taste in husbands.

- Hey!

- How dare you?

I have fantastic taste in husbands.

- Okay, that's it.

What did I do?

- I can't kick him. He's floating.

- Ha, you're so short,

you couldn't kick a flea's knees.

- Burn.

- Oh, yeah?

- Oh!

- Ha! Missed me!

What is the deal?

- He's got snowballs.

I can't kick him.

- What was that?

- There's nothing there, tootie.

- But just to be safe,

we'll hide in Timmy's pocket.

- Hey, guys.

Over there.

This is the only way to transport us

over the cracked candy cane chasm

to the forbidden forest.

The chasm floor is miles below.

It's made up entirely

of ancient razor-sharp broken candy canes.

- All pointed owie side up.

One slip, and you're peppermint shish kebab!

- You know, guys, maybe this wasn't the best idea.

- Whoo! See you on the other side!

Whoa!

Whoo!

- What she said.

- Whoo!

- Whoa!

- Um...

You know...

It's really not so bad

being on the naughty list after all.

I think I'll just--

I regret nothing!

- Whoo! - Whoa!

- Oh, no!

Ooh!

Whoo!

Ooh, fun.

- Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

- Whoo-hoo!

- Ah, I haven't been that scared

since Wanda's mother moved in with us.

Oh, there are things I can't unsee.

- If that's as bad as it gets,

I think we're gonna be okay.

I feel pretty good about this trip.

I'm with my friends. I'm helping save Christmas.

What's the worst that could happen?

Huh?

- Oh!

- Tootie!

- Oh, well.

Better them than me.

- Oh, Mr. Crocker!

- I've always pictured your demise, Turner.

I just never pictured me being with you when it happened!

- Is everyone okay?

- Well, uh, we fell off a cliff.

We're in the forbidden forest. We lost Timmy.

We're wet and cold.

- Other than that, we're great. - Yeah.

- I'll tell you what's not great.

You're sitting on us! - Oh.

- Whoa.

- Whoa! Whoa!

- Aah!

- Ah.

- Did you see that?

- Probably an elf-eating monster.

There it is again.

It's a-- it's a--

it's...

- It's not an elf-eating monster.

It's a penguin.

Maybe he's seen Timmy.

- Last I checked, penguins aren't very talkative.

- There's one way to find out.

- Whoo!

Whoa.

- Hi.

Hello, penguin.

Oh.

- What's she doing?

- Shh, can't you see

she's trying to make contact?

- That, or she's got a bone stuck in her throat.

- Oh, yeah.

I forgot tootie speaks penguin.

- Amazing.

- She also surfed Niagara Falls

and plays a mean oboe.

- Okay.

Smack!

- What did I do?

- Sorry, Dave. My fault.

Penguin for "have you seen my lost friend"

sounds a lot like "the elf thinks your mom's ugly."

Smack!

- Why?

- No, he doesn't think that.

No, um...

- Oh, okay,

so he doesn't know where Timmy is,

but he does know the way out of the forest.

- Ah!

- Awesome! Great.

- What are we waiting for?

Lead the way.

Smack!

- What was that for?

That's just penguin for "good luck."

- Whoo-hoo!

- After you.

- Oh, okay, lead the way.

- We can only hope that Timmy and Crocker

stumbled into some good luck too.

- Don't worry.

Hold on, Mr. Crocker.

I've got you.

- Turner, I'm gonna quote my mother

when she saw my first grade photo.

This doesn't look good.

- You're gonna be okay.

Trust me.

- I want to tell someone before I die...

I don't really need glasses.

I just wear them to look smart.

And now good-bye.

- Mr. Crocker, no!

- Uh, Mr. Crocker.

- Mr. Crocker.

- Mr. Crocker.

- Oh.

Well, this is, um,

awkward.

- Well, if it makes you feel any better,

I have a confession too.

I'm not much good without my fairies.

No kidding.

- I hope tootie's okay.

We've got to find her.

- Yeah. Which one's tootie?

Oh, I haven't been this cold

since mother locked me in the meat freezer.

She said it was an accident.

Who knew I'd ever tire of venison?

Is that what I think it is?

- Uh-oh.

- Hey. Are you guys okay?

- We heard a commotion.

- I heard such a scream.

The icing on the back of my neck stood up.

- Oh. - Yeah.

Yeah, that was us.

Say, are you guys really--

- gingerbread men?

Sure are.

This is our home.

- We don't get a lot of your types out here.

Welcome.

- So you're not gonna hurt us?

- Why would we hurt you?

That's silly.

You haven't done anything to us.

- Well, that's great. I'm Timmy.

We just fell down the mountain and lost our friends.

- Hey, Timmy.

I'm ginger Fred,

and we'll help you find your friends.

- You will?

- Of course.

No one understands the value of friendship

like a gingerbread man.

See, Timmy, me and my friends--

well, we're all we have.

We've lived in these magical woods

in peace and tranquility for thousands of years.

I couldn't live here

without my very bestest ginger friends,

ginger ed...

- Ginger ned... - Hey.

- And, of course, ginger jed.

- He's eating me!

- Crocker!

- What?

- Oh! - Ginger jed!

- Kill them!

- Oh, get him!

Take him. Get the pointy-eared--

wait. Wait. Hold up. Get the pinky.

Get the pinky. - Get the slow one!

- Get him! - Turner!

Wait for me!

I wish I had some milk to go with that.

Curses, nutmeg-y goodness.

I was starving!

- You ate their friend!

- Just his head!

Hey, here they come!

- Whoa!

- Get him!

Smack! - Ooh.

- Well, now which way?

- Um...

- He says the way to Elmer's

is over some bridge that way.

Thank you. - Bye.

- Thanks.

- I'd say everything is certainly looking up.

- Tootie!

Tootie!

Timmy!

- Oh.

Oh, I'm so glad I found you guys.

Tootie, there's something I really need to tell you.

- Really? What?

- Run!

- There they are!

- Dingle,

snowball maneuver Alpha tango bravo.

Go! Go! Go!

- Kill them!

Hey!

- Retreat!

- Wait up!

Wait up!

Wait for us!

- Are we ready to get out of the cold yet?

- I wish we could wish for a fire.

- You need fairies for that.

Hey, wait a minute.

- I'm working on it.

- Good luck with that, Timmy.

In the meantime,

here we go.

Home, sweet home!

Oops.

- Oh.

If I don't get warm...

I'm going to die.

- If only I could get this fire started.

- Even if you do start a fire,

there's nothing to burn but the snow and rocks.

- She's right.

We're all gonna end up as popsicles.

- If Timmy says he can do it,

he can do it.

You can do it, right, Timmy?

- I got this, guys.

Don't worry.

- That's what he said about being Santa claus.

- Big talk from a little guy who can't even set up a tent.

- Let's at least huddle up for warmth.

- Come here, poof.

- Guys, guys!

I got a spark.

- Oh, good! - Oh, he did it.

Oh. - You did it, Timmy.

- Oh, I can't keep it going.

These leaves are too wet.

- Here.

I hate to give away my personal property,

but this might work.

- Where--where did you get all this coal from?

- Where do you think?

From Santa.

- Mr. Crocker is a naughty-list legend.

- Wow.

Thanks, Mr. Crocker.

- Yeah.

- Oh. - Oh, that's better.

Oh.

- Oh, this isn't so bad.

I haven't had this many people this close to me

for this long without a counselor in the room.

- Marshmallow?

I keep them in my underpants...

For an emergency.

- That's where I keep my marshmallows.

- Great minds, huh?

- Oh, men and their marshmallows.

- And their underpants.

- This does not mean I'm your friend.

I just hate to let a good...

Underpants marshmallow go to waste.

That's all.

- This fire is great, Timmy.

- Thanks.

Can't believe it actually worked.

- Even without magic, I wished for a fire,

and you made it happen.

- Yeah.

I guess I did.

- Never seen anything like it.

The Christmas spirit monitor is dropping

faster than Santa down a greased chimney.

- Here, Santa, Santa.

Uncle jorgen has a yummy plate of milk and cookies for you.

Shing! - Ha-ha!

Who's Santa?

For I am hair-face the horrible.

Why are there no horses in this town?

For tomorrow we ride.

- Oh, boy.

Uh, tomorrow we ride.

Fine, we ride.

We ride.

- We've got gloom, people!

- Say what?

- Christmas gloom.

Without a Santa claus,

Christmas spirit is too weak to hold it back.

- What does that mean?

- It means Timmy Turner is running out of time.

- Ooh!

- Oh, honey.

My famous Timmy's dad's special Christmas pie is ready,

just the way you like it.

I do love your pie.

Ooh.

Suddenly pie makes me sad.

Me too.

- The tree's looking awesome, mouse.

- Check this out.

Who cares?

- Life is pain.

- Deck the halls with boughs of Holly

fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la

'tis the season to be jolly

- what is that racket?

What are you all so happy about?

- Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la, la, la

- wow.

Vicky's right.

Why are we so happy?

Let's go.

- Hey, no, guys.

Wait. Where you going?

Don't leave.

I suddenly feel great!

Deck the halls with boughs of Holly

fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la

- there.

The bridge of badness.

We have to cross it.

- We'll go check it out.

- Hey, guys, be careful.

- There's no way this bridge will hold us.

There's got to be another way.

- This bridge is definitely not up to building code.

- There is no other way. It's almost Christmas Eve.

If I don't get my name off the naughty list

in the next few hours, Christmas is ruined.

- Well, maybe they can move it a day.

- Look.

I'll just go first to make sure it's safe.

- Use an elf as a test dummy.

- Lava? - Eggnog.

- I always wondered what the source

of that culinary abomination was.

- I'm going in.

- Timmy!

- Oh, careful.

- You can do it, Timmy.

- Easy.

Easy.

- Oh, careful.

- Timmy!

- Way to go, poof.

- Ta-da! - Yeah, poof!

- Whoa, thanks, poof.

- I'm coming with you.

- I don't think that's a very good idea.

- I don't think we have a choice.

Look! - Get them!

- Get them. - Kill them!

- Get them! - Oh, no!

- Run!

- Hurry! Hurry, hurry, hurry!

- Come on, cosmo. Let's go.

We'll save them.

- Whoa!

- Come on, guys! - Ooh.

- We'll stay back and hold them off.

- Yeah. Wait. What?

- Come on.

- We're almost there.

- Get them!

- Right there.

- You'll never get away!

- Come on.

Don't look down, Wanda.

- Uh, I think we forgot something

in Timmy's pocket.

- You're not leaving.

You can't get away from me.

These are our woods.

- Guys, hurry!

Oh!

- Whoa.

- Wait a second.

You guys wait. Hold it right there.

I'm gonna stop you.

I'll show you guys.

- Hold on, Turner.

Don't you let go of...

Oh, huh.

- Mr. Crocker, hurry!

- I just need to tie my shoe.

I take personal safety very seriously.

- What?

- Oh!

- Turner,

you already know about the glasses,

but there's one more secret.

I dye my hair.

I'm a redhead.

- Hang on.

You're not going anywhere.

- Hold on!

- I got you.

Whoa!

- Timmy!

No!

Fairies: Timmy!

- He's gone!

- This is terrible.

He was the best friend I ever had.

- At least he tried.

- He gave his all to save Christmas.

- I always wanted to see Turner fall off a cliff,

and now I find it strangely unsatisfying.

- Timmy! - Timmy!

You made it.

- Whoo-hoo!

- But how?

- Santa's right.

There's not a bad spot

that a candy cane or two can't fix.

- Ah, I'm so happy to see you, Timmy.

By the way, you owe me $3.

Both: Cosmo!

- I didn't think I'd ever see you again.

Well,

looks like we made it.

Ah.

- The home

of Elmer the elder elf,

keeper of the naughty list.

- Whoa.

- Oh!

- We're almost there.

- He seems like a very friendly guy.

- Totally.

- Huh?

- Well, here it goes.

- Oh, that's it.

No one's home. We--

- Uh, did we just land in Paris?

- Wonder what that's all about.

Toothpicks.

Huh. Mm-mm-mm.

Mm-hmm.

- You think he knows we're here?

- Come forward, Timmy Turner.

How does he know my name?

- He sees all.

- He knows all.

- Does he know why Wanda's cupcakes are so dry?

- She forget to add the eggs.

- He's right!

- Come no further.

- Uh...

Mr. Elmer?

We were wondering if we could get a minute of--

- that's far enough.

How dare you enter the realm

of Elmer the elder elf?

I see all, I know all,

and for centuries, I have decided

who's naughty and who's nice.

Sometimes I even decide who's just downright annoying.

Speaking of which,

how are you, Denzel Crocker?

- Uh, fine?

- Blaming your farts on your friends.

Mm, mm, mm.

Naughty list.

You know,

it's not Santa who does all that seeing.

I know who's sleeping and who's awake.

That's right, it's me.

Now, why are you here?

- Uh,

I'm sorry, Elmer,

but we had to come.

It seems there's been a mistake.

I know it sounds crazy,

but I'm on the naughty list.

- So am I.

I don't-- it's a typo or--

- and I have to get my name off

so I can fill in for Santa and save Christmas.

- Like I don't know this?

- Oh.

Of course. Sorry.

Well, is there any way I can get my name off?

I'll do anything.

- I'll do mostly anything.

- There's one way to remove your name

from the naughty list.

You must slay the deadly winter dragon.

- Ha!

I was just kidding.

There is no winter dragon.

I was just messing with you.

Boy, did you look surprised.

- Oh, yeah.

- Elmer, sir,

uh, is there any way that you'll be able to help us out?

We don't have much time. - Time?

Time is all I have down here.

Why, I've been building one sculpture

of the Eiffel Tower out of toothpicks

for 78 years.

I finally finished it this morning.

Want to see it? Come on.

- Uh, no, you know, we're good.

We're kind of on a schedule. We got to--

- I'd love to see it.

- Wood, ick. - Ooh. Meh.

- Mr. Elmer, why am I on the naughty list?

I've been granting wishes and making people happy.

- You haven't done anything, Timmy.

Your fairies been doing all the work.

And even though you haven't been making wishes

for yourself anymore,

you still go about making wishes with recklessness

and without thinking of the consequences.

- Ooh.

- Oh, that's gonna leave a Mark.

- Whoops.

- Oh, no, look out!

- Yeesh.

- Oh, and to top it off, you--

oh, let me see. Oh, here it is.

Trying to show off, you knocked out Santa

and endangered Christmas for billions of people.

- Guys, w-what's going on?

- Oh! - Oh, Santa.

- It was an accident.

- Was it, Timmy?

- Uh-oh.

- Well...

No, it was more me being stupid than an accident.

I was trying to show off.

I--

I guess I wasn't thinking.

- Exactly my point.

Here's a little Pearl of wisdom for you.

With magical powers come--

- I know-- great responsibility.

- I was going to say, "a lot of problems,"

but that works too.

- Enough of this fortune cookie nonsense.

What about me?

How do I get off the naughty list?

- You have to be nice.

- I'm out. Let's go.

- That's right. Begone with you all.

You're wasting Elmer's valuable time.

You're on the naughty list,

and you shall always be on the naughty list.

This I know because I am Elmer,

and Elmer sees all.

Sees all, sees all, sees all,

sees all, sees all.

- Uh, we can still see you back there.

- Oh.

- Looks like we're too late.

Sorry, guys.

- Oh, it's not so bad, Turner.

I've been on the naughty list all my life,

and look how I turned out.

You did your best, Timmy.

That's all you can do.

I'm proud of you.

- I'm proud of you too, Timmy.

Mwah!

Not to ruin the moment,

but you need to shave.

Dingle, Carol,

it looks like I failed.

And Christmas is ruined, and it's all my fault.

Sorry, everyone.

- Silence!

I don't care what that hermit said.

Timmy Turner may be the boy version of gout,

but he saved my life,

the lives of those fairies,

and the lives of those stupid little elves.

Just--ugh.

That guy doesn't know what he's talking about.

You risked your life

all in the name of saving Christmas.

You'd never see the likes of me

wasting my time like that.

But you,

you tried.

- Whoo-hoo!

- You're okay, Turner.

- Thanks, Mr. Crocker.

- Please, call me Mr. Crocker.

Let's go. - Wait.

- I know it sounds insane,

but Crocker makes a compelling case.

More importantly, the fact that Timmy Turner's kindness

was able to touch Crocker's shriveled heart speaks volumes.

- A simple "Crocker makes a good point"

would've been fine.

- Timmy,

a boy who can change hearts with his good deeds

is a man that can make the world a better place.

We need more people like you.

- Whoo-hoo!

- Give me that.

It is with great pleasure I hereby decree

Timmy Turner is off the naughty list!

- Up top.

Top shelf, anyone? No.

- Congratulations, Timmy.

- I'm so proud of you, Timmy.

Both: Yay!

- Thanks, Mr. Elmer.

- Great, but how are we gonna get back in time?

- Oh, yeah.

It took us forever to get here.

- You can borrow my ride.

Let's go.

Hop on.

- Whoo! - Whoo!

- There's complimentary Elmer the elder elf barf bags.

- Barf bags?

Why would we need--

- nice people.

Who broke my Eiffel Tower?

- Whoa!

- It's a puppy dog.

And for you, little girl...

It's a choo-choo train.

- Oy vey.

- Whoa!

- Let's rock this Christmas.

Let's go!

- Guess what, guys.

I'm off the naughty list!

- Come on.

We've got a job to do.

Let's slap some eyes on those Teddy bears, people.

- We got to get that gift-o-wrapper up and running.

You, deck those halls.

You, stuff those stockings.

Hey, somebody get those robots

before they walk into the fireplace.

- Out of the way, citizens!

I'm here to save the day!

Crash!

- Oh, look at our Timmy.

He is Santa claus.

- Ooh, Santa,

can I have a Wendy wee-wee doll?

- We only have a hour left before midnight,

and since the power's been off,

we're way behind.

- And the gloom is so thick,

it's gonna be impossible

to get Santa's sleigh out of the north pole.

- Aloha.

- I get it.

We've got our work cut out for us,

but I've learned

that without wands, we can still make magic happen.

- We can?

Take that, wand.

- Cosmo, it was a metaphor!

- Whoops!

I'm sorry, wand.

- Timmy, you're right.

If we all work together, we can do this.

Who's with us?

Elves: We are!

- Can I help?

Anything to get away from Santa.

He thinks he's in the rodeo.

- Yee-haw! - Too late.

Crash!

- If we can get the Christmas spirit generator running,

we may be able to punch a hole through the gloom

big enough to fly out.

- Then that's what we'll do. All right, everyone.

Let's show them what Santa's workshop can do.

- All right!

- Propellers on the airplanes.

Yay!

- Eyes on the dolls.

- You better watch out

you better not cry

- go! Go! Go!

- Better not pout

I'm telling you why

- fill up the bag!

Check your stockings!

- Check your underwear.

- He's making a list

he's checking it twice

- made that in high school.

- This is fun.

- Santa claus is coming to town

Santa claus is coming to town

- basketball, clearly.

- Santa claus is coming to town

he sees you when you're sleeping

he knows when you're awake

he knows when you've been bad or good

oh

you better watch out

you better not cry

you better not pout

I'm telling you why

Santa claus is coming to town

Santa claus is coming to town

Santa claus is coming to town

- well done, everyone. We did it.

Merry Christmas. Ho, ho, ho.

All right, let's hook up the reindeer

and light this candle.

- Timmy, it's terrible!

The reindeer are all gone.

- Who would do such a diabolical thing

like letting the reindeer escape?

Oh, sure.

Blame the guy who did it.

Did I tell you blitzen is a biter?

- How are we gonna pull Santa's sleigh without reindeer?

Nothing can leave once that gloom seals us in.

- Did somebody order reindeer?

- Whoa, amazing, guys.

Hey, let's hook her up.

- We got to move, Timmy.

Look.

The window's closing.

Oh, this is fantastic.

Mother never let me ride up front.

- Whoo-hoo!

- If you don't make it, I just want you to know

that you're the best temp Santa we've ever had, Timmy.

- Well, I couldn't have done it without you guys.

Hey.

We should do this again next year.

- You take shotgun, poof. - Whoo-hoo!

- I'll drive this puppy.

- Timmy Turner--

Timmy claus,

you are clear for takeoff.

- Hang on.

- On, jorgen. On, poof.

On, Wanda. On, cosmo.

- Here we go.

Both: Whoa!

All: Whoa!

- Whoa. Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa! - Whoo-hoo!

- Whoo! - Whoa!

That's how we fairies roll.

- Ho, ho, ho, guys.

Let's do this thing.

Whoo!

- Merry Christmas!

Ho, ho, ho!

Merry Christmas!

- Thank you, Santa.

Yes.

- Yes! Santa, you rock.

Both: Thank you, Santa!

Thud!

- Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

What a dream I had.

Ho, ho, ho.

Hello, everyone.

All: Merry Christmas, Santa!

- Ho, ho, ho, ho.

And merry Christmas to you.

Wait. Christmas?

Well, don't we still have lots of work to do?

- All done.

- I barely remember.

I must be getting old.

Let me put my suit on, and I'll be right down.

- So in essence,

it was I who had saved everyone's lives

on the bridge of badness.

Your breath smells like the butt of a reindeer.

Excuse me.

- Eh.

- Yes!

- Sorry you didn't get off the naughty list.

But that doesn't mean we can't give you a gift.

- Oh.

Huh.

Oh.

It's my first official Christmas present.

It's beautiful.

I love it.

Thank you.

All right, just-- can you help?

Yeah.

Eh.

Look, I'm a new man!

- Denzel Crocker.

Nice tie!

- Ah! - Ho, ho, ho!

- Whoo-hoo!

- Whoo-hoo-hoo!

- And on behalf of myself

and all of the elves,

I just want to thank you,

Wanda, cosmo, and poof.

You saved our lives

and helped save Christmas for everyone.

- All right, can you finally tell us

what you guys have been fighting about?

- I certainly can.

2,000 years ago,

the fairies borrowed our power drill

and never returned it.

- We did so.

We left it on your back porch.

- Oh, yeah.

Now that you mention it,

I do remember that.

Whoops!

- Oh, by the way, it was broken when we got it.

That's it? - Yeah.

But it's all better now.

I love elves!

Mwah!

- Aw.

- Oh.

- Oh.

- Merry Christmas, tootie.

- Merry Christmas, Timmy.

- Hey.

Is that mistletoe?

- Ahem. - Hmm?

- God bless us, everyone.

- No fairies were harmed in the making of this movie.

- I got a paper cut.

- Oh, yes.

Yes! Ice cream!

Oh, merry Christmas!

- Wishful thinking's the way that

we give people their dreams

wishful thinking is something

just as great as it seems

- wishful thinking shines bright

like a magical light beam

both: So come on along

we're singing a song about this magical team

- wishful thinking's amazing

like a beautiful ring

- wishful thinking can make us

both: Make us both want to sing

- so come on with me

both: And we can go on this magic fling

wishful thinking's the way

any time of the day

can be a glorious thing

- with you by my side

there's nothing I don't think I can do

- and I just can't hide

the feelings I have

both: Deep inside for you

- Wishful thinking is great

both: We can do it forever

- flying so high up in the sky