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Ah, Xmas season is upon us.

Secure the perimeter!

Razor lights in place?

- Roger! - Then, stand back!

Intruder alert.

Santa's not getting past that! No way!

- Unless he knocks it down or something. - Hey, robot.

Someone left a card in your stocking.

That's weird.

Normally, I get mail delivered to my ass.

"I know what you did next Xmas!"?

Okay... Random!

I wonder what you will have done

and who could possibly will have known about it.

- Eh, I do a lot of stuff. - I'm probably doing something right now.

Who's ready for their very first animated holiday special?

- Hooray! - So fun!

Whatever.

- Ooh! Wait for me. - I love having other kids around.

This year's rerun of There's a Holiday for Everyone

is brought to you by...

Mom's Old Fashioned Blood Remover.

Now in oatmeal spice.

And that holiday is Xmas.

Hey, kids, any chance

y'all wanna remix this holiday special,

and hear the dope story of Kwanzaabot instead?

Or your favorite goofy golem, Chanukah Zombie?

No! Tell us about Santa!

Again?

Yes! Every year!

Oy...

The ancient tradition of Xmas

began in the year 2801,

when the Friendly Robot Company

developed a high-powered mechanical Santa

capable of delivering over five mega-presents per second.

Hey...

They tricked him out with a pair of carbon-fiber Tims

and a chrome naughty-nice sensor.

So he'd know who deserved gifts

and who deserved brutal punishment.

Yo, that might've been the first mistake right there.

But on Santa's very first delivery,

something went tragically meshuggenah.

His naughty-nice sensor malfunctioned.

Man, that's some bleeped-up.

Yay! Santa's here!

Oh! Oh my!

Oh, thank you.

I'm sorry, kids.

I never wanted you to know Santa was real.

Yuletide news, everyone!

I know how to fix Santa!

I just need to sneak up on him

and reverse the polarity of his naughty-nice sensor.

But Santa is always on guard against attacks. Just like me.

- Hii-yah! - Ow!

You'll never be able to sneak up on him.

Not through space, no,

but through time, probably.

You see, Santa is only prepared for an attack from the present.

So I've been souping up my old time machine.

Where is it?

The question is when is it?

And the answer is right about...

now!

It's so amazing.

I don't even care that it's on my foot.

I've installed a manual transmission with a reverse gear,

so it can now go backward in time as well as forward.

Hooray--

My plan is to back up to the year 2801,

when things first went wrong,

and materialize behind Santa

as he exits this very fireplace.

Did this building even exist in 2801?

Yeah, but back then, it was some kinda meat market,

where butchers would hook up and grind their sausages.

Yes, anyway, once there,

I'll quickly reverse the polarity

of Santa's naughty-nice sensor, then return to the present.

Problem solved.

Um, Professor, isn't it risky to go back in time

and change history?

Oh my, yes.

But I'll go alone to minimize the chance

of anyone becoming their own grandfather.

- These things happen. - No, they don't.

Next time you see me, Santa will have been good again!

Ta-ta!

Uh, just a couple of centuries straight backwards.

Damn it! I backed over Mrs. McGillicuddy's time cat!

Clutch, shift, and...

away we go!

Ho-ho-hot!

Cookie.

Cookie!

Cookie!

Just shift into forward and...

Whoa!

Oh, bother. I shifted into reverse by accident.

I guess I'll have to take her around by the scenic route.

Ah, here comes the Big Backwards Bang.

Ow! I'm being crushed

by all the matter that ever was.

And here we are, the future!

Ee-eye!

- How'd it go? - Not a hitch!

I fixed Santa!

It'll be my first happy Xmas

since I got frozen and never saw my family again!

Now, hold on!

Xmas isn't for a week.

Until then, we got nonstop busy work.

Oh fuff. Let's stop pretending

we do anything around here.

Everyone, take the week off,

and be with your so-called loved ones.

Really?

I forgot I had loved ones!

It's a human resources miracle!

Uncle Fry, I hope you'll join me and Cubert

at my chalet in the Bronx.

- Wait! - My family's hoping to meet Fry.

I mean, they met him before,

but he didn't make much of an impression.

I'll wear out my welcome at one, and then go to the other.

- So, Bender... - No.

You and I are the only ones with no family.

- Maybe we could-- - No.

- Hang out? - Oh. Hang out, you say?

Let me think that over for a-- No.

No. Oh, sorry.

Uh, I thought you were still talking.

It's just you and me, moldy sandwich man.

Hello. Calculon acting.

- Hey, it's me! - Your extremely close friend Bender.

Wanna hang out?

How did you get this number?

- I didn't! - I'm just dialing every number in order.

Keep dialing.

This nuts bolts!

- Hey, Bender. - Yes? I mean no!

I brought dumpster nog...

And not the kind for kids.

- Hm. What's in it? - What's not in it?

You want nutmeg on that?

Nutmeg? Gross!

Whoof! This stuff is strong!

Hey, how many glasses have we hadded?

None. This is just from the fumes.

Aw, it's not fair!

Everyone else gets to have fun with their stupid family.

My species dies when we reproduce.

So if I had a family, I'd be dead.

- Does anyone even care about that? - I sure don't.

If you ask me, "good" Santa is ruining Xmas.

I'd like to give him such a snipping.

- Ooh, I'd bend him a new one! - But he's not here right now!

But, he has was been here.

Every Xmas, he shows up in the fire hole.

We could drunk drive the time machine

to last Xmas and kidnap him!

Then, he won't be able to deliver presents this Xmas!

And our stupid friends' holiday will be ruined!

Wait. Is kidnapping Santa a good idea,

or does it just seem like a good idea because we're intoximated?

It's a good idea.

Whee!

Set course for last Xmas!

I'm immortalized in song.

Cookie?

And here we are, last Xmas.

Get him!

Bite my glittering festive ass!

Unhand me, you naughty boys!

Shove him in the old meat locker!

We have an old meat locker?

Oh, boy. Hey, boy.

Try spreading joy now, you big Xmas ham.

- We're geniuses! - I'm geniuses!

You know, Zoidberg,

you're only half as bad as I thought you were.

That means a lot.

Uh-oh. We woke the meat up.

- What do we do? - The time machine!

Good idea!

Get ready to sleep in heavenly peace!

Ho, ho--

Whoa!

Ooh... Ah...

Ooh...

He's dead. We killed Santa Claus.

Uh... You killed Santy Claus.

Uh... Robot?

This was supposed to be a fun kidnapping!

What do we do now?

- We gotta get rid of the body. - That's usually pretty fun.

Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!

Stroke!

Oops.

Oops.

Ow!

Okay. Now, we just add some extra weight to sink the corpse.

It's not working!

Still nothing!

Why! Won't! You! Sink!?

Ah!

Hands up, boat bags.

What's with the bloated floater?

I admit it! We murd--

Uh, just, uh, dumping some toxic waste, officers.

Huh. Guess you gotta put it somewhere.

Carry on, night dumpers.

Dwight, it's time to teach you the Conrad holiday turducken recipe.

Cooked in alphabetical order.

Alrighty then.

We gonna start with the chicken, then duck, and then...

Let me see now. Now the E and the F...

Husband! We using flamingo this year?

At $20 a pound!? No, thank you.

- It's not working! - Flush harder!

- I'm flushing as hard as I can! - Got any other ideas,

Mr. I'm-So-Great-At-Hiding-Corpses?

- Well, at least I have ideas! - What do you suggest?

Hm... We could try an acid bath.

That does sound relaxing, but--

No! We'll dissolve Santa's body!

Professor has some acid upstairs in his lab.

I'll go fill this trash bag.

Oops!

Remind me, is this the ground floor?

Behold, my family's traditional Yuletide feast.

Turdolphin!

It's fresh turtle cooked inside a fermented dolphin.

Wow. Soon, it's gonna be barf inside a vomit.

Dad. Shh! Keep the truth to yourself.

Which part smells like whale butt?

Ooh, that would be the gravy.

You ruined everything!

You're the one who wanted to kidnap Santa!

Oh, yeah? Well, you enabled me,

so shut up and keep pushing him into the meat grinder!

Bender, look! It's working!

Wait. Where's my claw?

Gather round, relatives, as I cook up

turducken a la Farnsworth

with this 3D poultry printer.

As long as it's got three dimensions, I'll eat it.

We start with liquid chicken.

Then, some duck filament.

And finally, a whole fresh turkey.

I printed this one out earlier.

Oh, man. I need to head out if I'm gonna make it to Leela's.

- Do you have any skis? - No, but I can print some.

- How are we making turducken? - There's nothing in the refrigerator.

- Eh, that fridge doesn't work. - We use it as a spare bedroom.

We serve fresh turducken, Leela.

They roam the sewers in huge flocks.

- Are they hard to catch? - Oh, no.

They crave death.

Hey! Sorry I'm late.

I got hungry and ate my skis.

Fry, you made it!

You remember my parents and my grandma?

Ah, yes. The rose of the sewers.

Mwah!

Leela, if you don't marry him,

I will.

So, uh, where's Bender and Zoidberg?

- What? I figured they were with you. - Or something.

They're probably relaxing by the fire.

The only rational option is to eat Santa.

Right? Right!?

I don't know!

Oh, this is a nightmare before Xmas.

I wish we'd never become friends!

We're not friends! And we never were!

But we danced. And murdered.

I'll do the carving. You want white Christmas or dark Christmas?

Surprise!

Bah humbug!

- Nobody's home! - Leave a message at the beep.

Beep!

Open up or we'll carol!

Uh, Bender! We have company!

Uh, just a sec! I'm tidying up.

Hii-yah!

Come in, come in! Everything's normal.

Merry Xmas, you guys.

We didn't know you hadn't been invited anywhere.

We came as soon as we realized what losers you are.

Uh, punch?

Nah, I'll just have a beer.

Who's hungry? We all brought

our families' unique holiday dishes.

- Turducken! - Turdolphin!

Huh.

How thoughtful of you all to drop this disturbing food off,

and then be immediately on your way. Goodbye!

Dinner's served!

Isn't that pretty? It looks like a magazine.

Bender, since when do you have three legs?

Uh, uh, th-this one's a spare.

In case I break down on the highway.

And why is it wearing a snow boot?

Finally, an old-time happy Xmas,

with presents for everyone!

I'm hoping for Batman underpants.

Santa should be here any minute now.

The guilt is too much! I confess!

Santa won't--

What's that? Who's jingling!?

Ah, here he comes!

Yay! It's good Santa!

Indeed, because I fixed him.

Santa seems less dead than we thought.

Ooh...

I don't understand. He's still evil!

I personally went back in time

and reversed his naughty-nice sensor!

- Uh-oh. - What you do, old man?

Oh, I've made a complete Fry of myself.

You see, Santa's sensor was exactly like the one

on this punch bowl.

When he was first built,

it was in the correct position.

But when I went back in time, I flipped it around.

Me! Oh, lordy-loo.

I'm the one who made Santa evil.

You monster!

You've all been very naughty!

Especially you, Mandy.

I'm sorry I forgot to feed the hamster!

Arm yourselves!

Cookie?

And here we are, last Xmas.

Get him!

Bite my glittering festive ass.

Unhand me, you naughty boys.

Who are those handsome guys,

and what are they doing to poor Santa?

That's us, you idiot.

You didn't take us to last Xmas.

You took us to next Xmas! Meaning this Xmas!

Damn it, Bender. I'm a doctor,

not a time machine guy!

I think I speak for everyone when I say,

uh-whuh?

I can't hold it in anymore!

We kidnapped and murdered Santa!

- Oh. - We didn't mean to, but still!

Stop blubbering, you bloobs!

You're heroes!

What-roes?

The professor set Santa to kill!

You saved all 19 of us!

- We're heroes? - Damn right, we are!

Aw, Bender!

You and Zoidberg are friends now?

That's so cute.

Uh, absolutely not!

You're all having a mass hallucination!

So, what happened to Santa?

You're drinking out of him.

There's one thing I still don't understand.

Which one of you meatbags wrote the creepy notes?

'Twas I!

I sent the notes from the future!

Because I murdered you?

No! Because I knew what you did next Xmas.

You became friends with Zoidberg!

So I'm blackmailing you!

No... No!

You take Amy's Venmo?

- Sure. - Hey!

Cookie!

Yo, Santa Bot!

I'ma drop my Futurama Xmas list for 3023.

Y'all ready for this? I'm about to get nice.

Kwanzaabot. Yeah.