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Hello, good morning! It's 8:00 a.m. We're starting with full energy.

Time flies so fast! It's already December

and that can only mean one thing,

Christmas is right around the corner.

We're starting the day with clear skies and crisp temperatures,

perfect for starting to feel the Christmas spirit.

The lights are already shining in the city,

the smell of hot chocolate is everywhere,

and the Christmas carols...

Well, some have been playing for weeks.

But now we're officially in Christmas mode.

Lucas, breakfast!

Yes, hard to believe, but it's me, Salva Molina.

The same guy who once had a rap sheet longer than Don Quixote.

Until recently, my breakfast was a beer and some olives at noon.

But ever since I saved Christmas a couple of years ago,

and, well, Santa Claus's butt,

I've been a respectable person.

- My son, good morning! - Dad!

Time for breakfast.

And most importantly, a father who does things right.

Thanks, Dad. This is delicious.

Breakfast of champions. Vitamins, proteins and...

Well, all things good for your health. Let's toast.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

The new Salva spends quality time with his son.

I'm starving.

At home.

Geez, jam again?

How many times have I told you I like a savory breakfast?

Okay, fine. We're at my buddy Rafita's place,

but not for long.

Because I finally got a job in my field. All legit too.

Now I'm a good boy.

Hey, worker!

Polish that up and don't stop until it shines like gold.

And the sandwich!

Hey! Chicken breast.

No chorizo. Because I'm doing fitness.

Fitness. As in exercise, for those who don't know English.

Come on, fitness. One, two. Fitness. Let's go.

Look, it's not perfect.

Sometimes it's hard not to say screw it all.

But every sacrifice is worth it

if my son is okay and can be proud of his dad.

There's my boy.

Lucas!

Dad!

You're here!

How was school?

Dull as a mule. How was work?

Wish I could go berserk.

Hey. What's this?

- What? What's there? - What's this here?

Well, look at that! Two movie tickets to Home Alone!

Special screening!

My favorite movie. Dad, you're the best.

I've never been this happy.

And best of all, the greatest time of year is here.

Christmastime.

Ho, ho, ho! Wake up, little elves!

Only one week left till Christmas!

A new day begins, time to work

We do it with joy Because Christmas is coming

Stop.

You call this joy and cheer? Huh?

I see what's missing.

A real shot of Christmas spirit. Ho, ho, ho!

Nice little act.

But if we want to make it to Christmas Eve,

we need to get serious about work.

Look, Rami,

don't be such a killjoy. There's time for everything.

Yeah? Well, you still need to read all those letters.

Man... Honestly, the kids could just send voice notes.

Come on! Formation!

In a few minutes, Planet Toys will open its doors.

Did you add sugar?

Okay.

Planet Toys: A world of toys, a world of fun.

She's gorgeous...

Your iced matcha latte, ma'am.

With lactose-free milk and a dash of cinnamon.

- Too sweet, Sebastián. - Sorry, ma'am.

- Where's the report? - The personnel report. Here.

Why did you add sugar?

Too many people. Fire five.

We've got the designs for the new empowered doll.

Too curly, too short... Change it.

Ma'am.

- Sebastián. - Yes, ma'am?

- Why is everyone standing around? - That's what I'd like to know.

Come on, get to work! Open the doors! What are you, government employees?

Christmas is here.

- Let's go. - Yes, ma'am.

Good morning. How are you all?

Everything okay? Glad to hear it.

- Let's go. - Yes.

I've called this urgent meeting

about something that could change the course of this company forever.

Bravo!

As you know, Planet Toys is the number one company in the world.

Our products are the top gift for every key holiday of the year.

For every holiday...

except one.

Why don't we sell at Christmas?

Because you're a bunch of incompetents? That too.

But mostly because of that despicable being

we've been hunting for years.

- Bigfoot! - The Loch Ness Monster!

- I think it's the Chupacabra. - It's Elvis. He's still alive.

It's Santa Claus.

Or Saint Nick, or whatever you want to call the fat guy

who's been giving us unfair competition for decades.

Kids don't buy toys because he gives them awa...

He gives them awa...

Sebastián, say it for me. I can't. It makes me gag.

He gives them away.

And in exchange for what? Nothing. Just for being good.

Disgusting.

For years,

we've run a surveillance program to track him down,

where we've invested time and money.

But a couple of years ago, in a Madrid hospital,

a Christmas miracle happened.

Nicholas!

Nicholas!

And don't forget to be good!

The old man was telling the truth. It really was Santa Claus.

Luckily, that nurse was a second cousin on my mother's side

and she told me at a family gathering.

And since she had one eye, I didn't pay much attention. But...

Funny, isn't it? After all the money we invested,

the clue turned up at your nephew's First Communion.

Really, Sebastián, great timing, as always...

Sorry.

That card had coordinates, and now we know where he lives.

All that's left is to set our plan in motion.

We'll kidnap Santa Claus and make sure he never undercuts us again.

But the world will wonder where Santa Claus went.

I present to you the man who will replace Santa Claus

in the eyes of the world.

What's up, folks?

When do I start, boss?

Show some respect, Casanova.

Him? He's a skinny little guy, he looks nothing like him.

Ignorance is so bold.

Meet Mauro Quesada, an impersonator.

An impersonator?

Please.

An actor.

A great method actor who builds his characters from the gut.

Plus, I'm a real chameleon.

My range is so broad

it goes from classical theater to the most radical avant-garde.

And most importantly,

thorough characterization is my specialty.

I think that's clear.

- Crystal clear. - Let's get to the point.

Once we kidnap Santa Claus, parents all over the world

will have to pay up if they want gifts for their kids.

Ma'am, one question. What does Mr. Anselmo think of this plan?

What kind of question is that, grandpa?

My father retired years ago. I've told you a thousand times.

At last, I'll be able to prove

I can run this company as well as he did,

or better.

- Better. - Are we all in?

- Sebastián. - Yes?

Put on your cardigan. You're heading to the North Pole.

This Christmas will be ours.

Yes.

Christmas is coming, you can feel it in the air!

Come on, boys, you're out of practice!

Looks like your butts are dragging!

Come on, Rudolph! Let's go, Dasher! Come on, Prancer!

Hey, Luis Alberto! Move it, you look like a rookie! Giddy-up!

I love Christmas! Let's go with some tricks! A 360!

Let's go!

Nice! Great job! Nearly fetched up my lunch!

Now let's crank it up, burning hoof like Fast & Furious!

- I don't want to. - Carlitos, eat your broccoli.

- I don't want to! - Eat it and be good.

Santa Claus sees it all, and will bring you coal.

Don't be silly, Mom.

"Don't be silly"? Listen, you have to eat your broccoli

if you want all those things on your list.

That game console, the bike, the scooter...

Giddy-up!

You've got to eat up if you want that wish list.

Yes. Broccoli is tasty and healthy.

Wow! Now I'm hungry.

Let's go! Home!

We've got macaroni au gratin with chorizo,

rice pudding, cheese flan, and French toast waiting for us!

Away!

Excellent landing, guys.

We've earned our dinner.

Hey! Who's this?

Excuse me! Can I help you?

My God!

A human being!

I've been walking for 12 hours and only seen penguins!

By my reindeers' antlers, you're frozen solid!

Yes.

Don't worry, you're safe now. But how did you end up here?

I was on a guided tour of the fjords

and stopped in the souvenir shop to buy a trinket,

a fridge magnet. I collect them.

They never wait, so I missed the bus.

I thought, "Since I'm alone, I'll go see the Northern Lights,"

they told me it's like pure magic. But I got lost and can't find them.

Oh, my! What a long story. But...

Enjoy it. Look, there are the Northern Lights!

It's beautiful, but...

My eyelashes are frozen solid.

- Don't worry, come to my workshop. - No.

Better tell me where the nearest town is.

Hey, don't put it so close to my face, I can't see a thing.

What's this all about? By all the--

The chicken's in the oven. The bird is in the cage.

The mouse is in the... mousetrap? Whatever...

We've got Santa Claus!

- No, we... - Salva. Dude, please.

- What a pest... - Salva, I'm your friend, help me.

Come on, man, it's super easy, please.

We go in, steal the merchandise, and get out.

It's easier than stealing candy from a baby.

No way. After our Santa adventure, I've been living honestly.

I don't steal, I have an honest job, I pay my taxes,

I recycle, I eat salads...

Pathetic. What's next, pickleball?

I don't do shady deals anymore. Leave before my bosses come.

It's a piece of cake. The goods are there, unattended,

screaming, "Take me, I'm yours." Not doing it is the crime.

If I got a euro every time someone told me that, I'd be rich.

Get rich working honestly? This is Spain, man.

- I said no. - Well I say yes.

- No. - Yes.

- Yes. - No. What did you just say?

- No. - Yes.

- Yes. - Yes.

- No. - Look, Ramoncín.

Human scum arguing.

- "Yes, no, yes, no." - "Yes, no, yes, no."

They sound like an ambulance.

Ambulance.

Would you rather keep working with these guys

than join me on the heist?

I didn't have many options.

Hey, satellite, we could hire you too, if you want.

With that floppy arm of yours,

we'd get a tax write-off for sure, wouldn't we?

Come on, Salva, have some dignity. This Ramoncín guy is your boss.

Yes. I'm his boss. Out, criminal.

Hey, not a criminal, okay? Maybe an outsider.

Hey! That...

- That wrench is ours! - Thief!

Get out!

That's coming out of your paycheck!

- But... - Hey! Back to work!

Yes, boss, yes.

That was quick thinking, Ramoncín.

With my little donkey I'm on my way to Bethlehem

All right, kids.

Let's get some order.

Gentlemen, let's calm down.

I said good morning, you uncivilized beasts!

Okay, before we start class, I have an important announcement.

Have you noticed that exams are an obsolete ranking system

that reduces our human complexity to a single number?

No, just that you're a weirdo and they'll send you back to your planet.

- Nerd! - Cheese-face!

Nice one.

Today we have a new student who has just moved to our city.

I hope they don't seat her next to me.

- Yes, you and me stick together. - Let me introduce Miss Mía.

There's a free seat here. Next to me. Come.

Here, yes. This is your seat.

- Hi. - Hi. If you need anything, tell me, okay?

- Lucas, I'm right here. - Shush.

Anything. An eraser, a pen, my heart...

I mean, my notebook.

Do you always talk this fast?

The nervous system and the heart...

Nailed him.

It's an inside joke.

Aren't you getting them back?

- Here! - Whoa! She nailed you!

Serves you right.

Come on!

Go get them! Come on!

No, please! It's only Tuesday!

Oh Lord, what a week I'm in for...

We haven't been formally introduced.

I'm Lucas and that's Rubén. He was just leaving.

Bye, Rubén. See you.

- Go. - Okay, okay.

You're Mía, right?

I'm not saying you're my Mía,

like my girlfriend or that I want you to be. It's just...

Cool board.

People in this century call it a skateboard.

Yeah. I'm really into skateboards.

In the morning, skateboard. Afternoon, skateboard...

And at night, I sleep hugging my skateboard.

Yeah. Are you into crashing skateboard, downhill or freestyle?

A bit of everything. All at once. Like a three-in-one. Yes, the whole thing.

Lucas!

Oh no, my dad.

How was school?

Fine. The usual.

- Wasn't it dull as a mule? - No, Dad. Can you wait outside?

Well, my work? Wish I could go berserk.

The robot. Go berserk.

Luquitas, what's wrong?

Nothing, I'm fine. Same as always.

Well, today's not an ordinary afternoon.

Today you and I are going to buy the Christmas tree.

Dad, I'm not a little kid anymore.

When we get home, I'll lift you up so you can place the star.

One year I forgot and he threw a tantrum.

He was sobbing, "The tree, Dad! The tree!"

He was so upset, I think he peed himself.

No, he's making it all up.

All lies. Dad, please. I'm with a friend.

Oh, sorry. How rude of me.

How about all three of us go to a ball pit?

Sounds like a great plan, thanks, but I'll pass.

Bye.

- Can you pick that up before we go? - Pick what up?

My dignity. You just dragged it through the mud.

I didn't realize--

That's the problem. You never get it.

What just happened?

Where am I?

My head is killing me.

This is worse than an elven punch hangover.

Is anyone there?

Who are you?

Did you bring me here?

The Three Wise Men sent you, didn't they?

Damn camel riders.

No.

I'm just a humble businesswoman from a toy multinational,

sick of your unfair competition.

"Unfair competition"? What are you talking about?

Don't play dumb.

You don't pay taxes, freelance fees... None of it.

You've all but moved to a tax haven with your elves.

Everything I do is so that no good children go without a gift.

"So that no good children go without a gift."

This year it won't matter if they're good or bad.

It will only matter that they have money to buy them.

Buy them from me, that is.

But that's betraying the Christmas spirit,

the magic, the good will...

Give me back my magic hat.

No.

How can you be so cynical?

Were you never a child?

A child who'd wake up excited on Christmas morning,

and run to see what I'd left under the tree?

Have you forgotten the little girl inside you?

"Dear Santa Claus, this year I've been very good."

"So I'd like to ask you

for a teddy bear handcrafted by your elves."

What's this?

Sweetheart, in this house we don't write letters to Santa Claus.

Santa is the competition. And competition should be crushed.

But Daddy, all my friends do it.

And I want that for Christmas too.

All your friends are mediocre, sweetheart.

But you'll inherit my company,

and you'll learn that toys are not gifted.

Toys are sold.

All right?

And this goes in the trash.

Hey, don't twist things.

We're not here to talk about me, what you did or didn't give me as a kid.

The important thing is, you're finished.

Not a chance.

You forgot that children won't allow Christmas without their idol.

They're not going to lose their idol.

Mauro!

What's up, grandpa?

But...

Ho, ho, ho!

Ha, ha, ha!

I haven't quite got the hang of the "ho, ho" thing yet.

You've got to use your diaphragm voice. Ho, ho--!

Wait a minute. And you are?

Mauro Quesada. Pleasure.

Oh, he's a wonderful actor willing to help our cause.

You're an impostor! A fraud! A--!

One of the best actors in the world today.

And an expert imitator, dude.

Want a sample? Listen.

Ello, mate?

Fancy a pint with some fish and chips?

Or maybe y’all’d rather a cold beer on the porch?

Crikey.

Throw another shrimp on the barbie, aye?

Nailed it, didn't I?

- That was great. - Thanks.

But let's get to the North Pole before they notice Santa's missing.

Right.

You can't do that!

I can't?

Look, one step, another step...

Hey, looks like I actually can!

I won't let you deceive the children!

You can't hold me!

I've snuck into homes with the most advanced security systems.

I've gone down the narrowest chimneys in the world.

My magic hat can do anything!

You wish. You mean this?

Give it back!

You'll spend the rest of your days forgotten in that tomb.

- No! - Like Louis XIV.

- Or the Count of Monte Cristo. - Let me go, you scoundrels!

At least you'll come out slimmer, good for that belly.

No!

Hey, want me to give those gnome guys a message?

Elves! They're elves!

Sure, whatever you say.

Game, set, match.

We're happy and joyful

We eat nougat and cake

We're happy and joyful

Working for Santa Claus

- Hi, Santa! - Hi, boss! Hello!

My goodness!

What a mansion!

Now this is a charming country house.

Aw, how cute!

Oh! They look like little mushrooms.

What are you, the Minions? The Munchkins? Or the Poopa-Loompas?

No, thanks, no small game for me.

I had a garden gnome taller than you.

What are you saying, boss?

Do you pick up Wi-Fi with those ears?

Are you okay, Santa? You seem off...

Well, look who it is! So you were coming to dinner, huh?

Where've you been? I thought something happened to you.

Sorry, and you are... Grumpy Smurf?

I'm Rami, your foreman for centuries. Show some respect.

Don't get mad, Ramen. Just kidding.

- Rami. - Right.

You smell it too, don't you? That deer stench that never goes away.

You've been drinking.

No, I was training with Rudolph and the rest of the... deer.

- Reindeer. - Right.

Then less talking and more working. You know what's next.

What's this? Who's the boss here, you or me? Of course I know!

The usual things.

Santa stuff.

The usual, the...

Reading the millions of letters you still have left?

That's right. See? I knew what to do.

I've been doing this for centuries!

But first, I'd like to get comfy. Bring me something to snack on, okay?

Come on, Ramen, hop to it.

Lucas.

Lucas!

Lucas!

You scared me! Ever heard of knocking? A little privacy, please!

I did, but you can't hear with your headphones on.

- What? - I said you can't hear me with those on!

Okay, don't yell.

What's with that outfit?

I told you to let me know if there's a school pageant.

Are you playing a clown?

No, it's my new look. A more urban style.

You wouldn't get it, you're too old.

Old? Excuse me, I still listen to Pearl Jam on my iPod.

You listen to who on what?

A band. Way better than whatever you're listening to,

sounds like they're yawn-singing.

The photos...

Forget it. You're such a boomer. What is it?

To spend some time together. I barely see you anymore.

Wanna go buy some comics?

No.

- A movie? - No.

- Foosball? - No.

Burgers!

No! You're so annoying!

What's wrong with you, son?

You're dressing weird, mood swings, don't want to hang out with me...

Are you okay?

Yeah, same as always.

That was a voice crack!

Leave me alone, you don't get me. Just go!

- Okay, fine. - You don't get me!

"I don't get him." It's obvious,

he's hitting puberty.

This is awful, I'm not ready.

You're not ready. Not ready at all. Catch.

It's fine, really.

It's life, everyone grows up. Look at Robin Hood.

You mean Peter Pan.

- Who? - He doesn't grow up.

Wasn't it Lucas who won't stop growing?

- What are you talking about? - Huh? Me? No idea, Salva, I'm lost.

Doesn't matter. This was supposed to be our first Christmas together.

Hey, you're spending it with me too.

With you too. But the thing is, Lucas is done with me now.

I used to be his hero, and now I'm the enemy.

It happens to all of us. Same with us with our dads.

I only saw mine once a month.

Yeah, well, your dad was in jail for robbing the Torrelodones casino.

You saw him during visiting hours.

Right. Thanks for reminding me of the saddest moment of my life, man.

Sorry, Rafita, but I'm worried.

Lucas is all I've got.

Don't worry.

We all went through that phase, and look how great we turned out.

God, this is worse than I thought. I can't lose my son.

If you don't want to lose him, you'll have to win him back.

Maybe what your kid needs is to see his dad's got guts,

helping his buddy pull off an easy heist.

I said I don't do that anymore!

"I don't do that anymore!" Fine, don't worry.

I've got top-notch friends who can help. Lots of them.

Okay.

Lolo.

Lolo?

Lolo! He's buffering again. Lolo!

Lolo Musicolo.

Where were you?

- DJing at Space. - No, you weren't.

Stay here, we're robbing this place. I'll cut, you keep watch.

Why not the other way around? I'm the lock expert.

- Because I said so. - Who made you the boss?

- I came up with the plan. - What if I don't want to keep watch?

Fine. You cut, I'll keep watch, just do it quickly.

No, better if I keep watch. I don't cut fences, I do locks.

So are you cutting or keeping watch?

Keeping watch. But only because I want to.

Yeah, yeah...

Hey, Rafita, how do I warn you if someone comes?

If someone comes, you say, "Rafita, Rafita, someone's coming."

That's so lame.

I don't know, maybe a secret code. Something like "incoming,"

"code red, abort mission," or "the bullfighter's coming!"

Lolo, seriously, we'll say whatever you want, just be quiet.

- Whatever I want? - Yes.

Then that means I'm the boss now.

No, it means shut up and let me focus.

All right, it's done. Go inside.

I'll decide that. I'm the boss now.

Yeah, you're the boss.

I'm the boss? Then do the Ferris wheel.

- No, not the Ferris wheel, please! No! - Yes!

Stop!

Stop, they're gonna catch us!

Okay. Get inside.

Let's go.

Don't make me do the Ferris wheel again while I'm working, okay?

This is the truck.

Uh-oh, Rafita.

What now?

Every time we break into places like this, all the adrenaline makes me have to...

You need to pee?

No, the other one. Number two. The poodle wants to go for a walk.

Nope. Clench your cheeks.

We go in, fill the bags and get out of here...

fast as lightning.

Don't say that word, you'll make the bat drop.

Gross, Lolo. Grab that side.

Pull.

What's this?

This? A next-generation doll.

They cost a fortune. We'll steal them all and sell them online for double the price.

Hello, sister, I'm Greta, the empowered doll.

I'm Lolo from San Fermín, leader of the gang...

Hey, what's our gang's name?

It's called "Shut up and turn it off before we get caught."

- I don't like it, better-- - Crush the patriarchy!

Turn it off!

- It won't! - Manolo, today you make dinner yourself.

Turn it off!

It won't. She's winking at me. Manipulator!

Shut up, Greta!

Stop! Who goes there?

Move it, macho man!

He's the boss, I just take orders. He's my cousin Rafita,

who lives on Ahorro Street.

Later!

The snitch! You rat!

Stop! Stop right there!

Hey! Freeze!

- I'll be right back! - Grab him!

Can't even steal in peace during Christmastime.

Rat, come back here! Hey!

He went this way! Move it, come on! Hurry!

Don't make me run, man.

Come on, he's got to be around here!

See anything?

Not here.

Not running again...

Over there!

Go, go!

Hello?

I'm not stealing, okay? I'm playing hide-and-seek.

I know that voice.

Rafita? Is that you?

Rafita, answer me!

God, are you talking to me?

Please don't punish me, I've got a peg arm!

What? It's me, Santa Claus! I'm in here!

Santa Claus?

Santa Claus! What are you doing in there? That's awesome!

Oh, I get it, you sleep in a coffin like Count Dracula!

Don't be ridiculous! I've been kidnapped!

Kidnapped?

- You came to rescue me? - No. I'm rescuing myself.

What, they wanted to kidnap you too?

No. I came to rob a toy store, but it went south.

Rob?

Whatever, just help me out! We have to get out of here!

Sure thing. I'll open this in no time. One arm's plenty.

Man, this is tough...

So tough. Oh, no!

Careful!

Wow, you're heavy, big guy.

Don't worry.

We'll figure it out.

Get out of the way!

Kinda suspicious you're the only one wearing this much padding.

I called for moral support, not a panic attack.

There she is!

Hey, Mía! What are you doing here, flexing?

Flexing? Don't you mean skateboarding?

We're at a skate park.

Right, yeah. Totally. I come here all the time

to do my old-school tricks, you know, with my skateboard.

Doesn't look like it, the price tag's still on it.

Yeah, I break so many boards I get a new one every week.

Loser!

Well, look who's here!

Wow. Missed having you bully me in my free time.

Lovebirds, the chess club's around the corner, you know?

I don't see what's funny about chess.

It's a beautiful game that combines intelligence and strategy.

Checkmate, four-eyes!

Besides, I'm here because I like skateboarding.

You haven't even touched your board.

It's brand new.

If you're so good, let's see a trick.

Come on, impress your girlfriend.

Well, right now... I haven't even warmed up yet.

There's risk of injury.

There's risk of looking like a chicken.

You don't have to prove anything.

He wants to, let him.

It's fine, really. This is just a warm-up for me.

- Film it. - He's doing it!

Wait, I'll record it.

Go on.

- Oh my gosh. - He's gonna wipe out.

- Come on. - Don't do it!

Dying for love sounds lovely in books,

but it's a total bummer in real life.

Come on, kid!

Woah!

Awesome trick!

Oh no, he's dead!

This is going straight to TikTok! I'm gonna go viral!

Wow!

You okay? I told you so!

No, I'm not okay. Love hurts.

Santa Claus flies carrying...

What a feast! And this punch is delicious.

I think I could be very happy living here.

Huh?

I mean, I'm really comfortable with you guys, little dwarfs.

Oh.

Are you done, sir?

Yes. Take everything away.

This cookie's for the elves!

Hey! Leave the cookie here.

But you always leave it for us.

It's our favorite dessert.

Aw, too bad. Not every day's a holiday.

All right, back to work.

Wow, such a frenzy. I'm tired just watching you.

You work like the Japanese.

That's nothing. We can go even faster!

Come on, elves!

Look at that speed!

Are you sure there's nothing in that coffee?

What are you doing?

You scared me half to death! What are you, a ninja now?

I'll have to put a little bell on you, like a kitten.

What do you want?

Just checking how it's going with the kids' letters.

Look, Ramen, I won't lie.

Not good.

It's such a drag.

All the letters are the same.

"Dear Santa, I've been very good this year."

If you've read one, you've read them all. And kids can be real dumb.

Spelling mistakes everywhere. I'd give them all coal this year.

I really don't know what's wrong with you. You're...

different.

Different?

Are you saying I'm not my usual self?

Say that again without proof

and I'll demote you to private gnome.

Out! Get out!

Shoo, kitty! Out!

- Sebastián. - Yes?

Good.

Good.

Now, what did we say about Santa hats?

Please...

Ugh, a child. Gross.

Okay, the stuffed animals should be on the bottom shelf,

so potential customers can see them.

Kids aged zero to nine.

- Well said, ma'am. - Brilliant. Take notes.

And we'll discount the educational games 10%.

This is Spain, after all!

- Such insight, ma'am! - Amazing.

This pyramid is unacceptable!

How can we break sales records with the store in this state?

All these master's degrees, and no one can stack a few boxes.

- Yeah, all these master's degrees, and-- - What about your PhD, huh?

How's our special guest? Comfortable in his little box?

He's fine. Keeps saying he's nobody without chocolate.

Guess he's got an appetite.

Well, tough luck, this is a kidnapping, not a five-star hotel.

By the way, random question, what's with all the hate for Santa?

Is this personal?

This isn't the teddy bear I asked Santa Claus for.

Seems Santa decided to skip the toys this year,

and have you inherit the family business instead.

What do you think?

Shall we play together? Come on, sweetie.

Multiply.

Of course it's not personal.

It's just business.

Got that? Nothing else.

Not personal.

Would you like a scalp massage to help with the stress?

Ugh, no. I want the financial report on my desk in ten minutes.

Understood.

What a temper...

Thank you.

Thank you for this Oscar. I didn't see it coming.

I'd like to share this award with my fellow nominees.

A small piece of it belongs to you.

Oh, dear.

- Yes, boss? - Mauro.

Have you stopped those elves from making toys yet?

Even better.

I found the perfect new workers for Planet Toys.

Take a look.

Come on, dwarfs.

They work day and night, no overtime pay,

and they're happy doing it, singing away.

This is way better than the Bangladesh factory.

And guess what, they don't even have contracts.

No contracts? The two most beautiful words in English.

Put them to work on Planet Toys products right now.

You got it.

Only thing is...

I'll need a small raise.

Say, 20 or 30%.

No problem.

Could I get one too? I haven't had a raise since--

- Shut up. - Right.

Thanks, boss.

Who's that lady? And what's this about a raise?

When grown-ups talk, the little ones be quiet.

Little ones!

Change of plans.

From now on, every toy we make in this workshop

has to come from this catalog. Got it?

Whatever you say, boss.

Let's get moving then.

Unbelievable.

We've never produced a single toy brand exclusively.

Have you sold out to capitalism? Who even are you?

I hear something down there.

Sounds like...

Can't make out a word. Can you?

Show some respect, I've worked here for centuries.

Then you should already know who's in charge.

Who do kids write, you or me?

Well, but when I--

Who's the superstar, huh? The legend of global folklore, you or me?

Yeah, but if you--

Where are we?

In the annoying elf's workshop or Santa's workshop?

Exactly. Now move those butts.

And you, little Rami, drink your milk, or you'll never grow.

Something's off here.

We need help.

And... wipe-out!

Gentlemen, your phones.

Teach...

Ignore them. They're idiots.

Barely enough brainpower to keep from peeing themselves.

Attention, time to assign partners for the science project.

- No! - Oh, come on, teach!

Can we work in threes?

- Silence! - That's her.

Vermin!

The project on amphibians goes to Rubén and...

- Hope it's the two of us. - Juanjo!

- Great, you got the... - Geek!

- Nailed it! - No way...

Guess I'll be handling those frogs alone.

The project on reptiles goes to Mía and...

Lucas.

- Let's go! - Hey!

As in, let's go easy on it, Rubén.

I'd love to work with you too, but I'll deal with it.

Then why that goofy grin on your face?

Your place or mine?

What?

The project. Are we meeting at your place or mine?

Mine.

Mine.

Let's move on to the webbed membranes.

Okay, I'll try this.

- I'm coming in from your left. - Careful.

Pry here...

Slide this thing in here...

What happened?

No way. My God.

I'm starving.

Tell me about it.

I haven't eaten for hours, I'm going to be all skin and bones here.

You wish...

Forget it.

It's over.

This Christmas, the bad guys win.

Want me to poke a little hole so you can breathe?

I once had a hamster, forgot to poke holes in the box...

Poor little Fernando Alonso. He died on the last lap.

A little hole?

What for? I'm just another forgotten toy.

They had their fun, and now I'm just old junk

in a world where kindness doesn't matter anymore.

You're no junk. Old, for sure. But you're no junk.

See that Scalextric there?

Did the Three Wise Men give it to me? Nope.

Tooth Fairy? No way.

You did.

My mom said I was an idiot.

My dad said I was dumber than dirt.

My Aunt Pepa said I was human trash.

- And my grandma said-- - I get it, Rafita.

And still,

you saw past that mess and found a good heart inside.

And out there, there are millions of kids like me who need you.

Hey.

Are you still with me?

Yeah, just a dramatic pause.

You really got me there.

Don't cry.

Don't you dare cry, or I'll start bawling too.

- I know how to get you out. - That's my Rafita.

You never let me down... Well, mostly, but...

Surprise!

What's all this? And what are you wearing?

I know what you're thinking, “Wow, I've got the coolest dad ever.”

Today? Seriously, Dad? Bit over the top, don't you think?

Why? Want a jellybean?

Look, Dad, no offense, but this is super lame.

Maybe I got a bit carried away, but I've got something you'll love.

We're writing our letter to Santa and mailing it together!

And then you'll change my diaper, right? I'm not a kid anymore.

Son, why would you say that?

After everything we went through with Santa...

- Lucas! - Shoot! It's five o'clock already?

Who's that?

Whatever happens, don't mention reindeer,

elves, or Santa,

or anything about flying to deliver presents.

Don't say a word.

Can I at least breathe?

Quietly. Come on, take this off and hide.

All right, stop pushing.

Mía, what a surprise.

Didn't we agree to meet at 5:00 p.m. to work on the project?

Yeah. It's a surprise you're actually on time.

People are so unreliable nowadays.

Wow, you guys really love Christmas.

Yeah, sorry. That's my dad, he's kind of a nerd.

Let's go to my room. Fewer lights there.

Sure.

As the holidays begin, parents and children

enjoy these special days together.

Unless your kid ignores you.

Santa Claus awaits the letters of thousands of excited children

to fill his sleigh with gifts and deliver them around the world.

Rudolph, Rami, what are you doing here?

We've got an emergency.

There's an impostor pretending to be Santa!

What?

- He's in the workshop with the elves! - Really?

Good thing I hopped on Rudolph and barely made it out.

- For real? - As real as it gets!

That's wild. But why should I care?

Excuse me?

Santa's gone missing, isn't that serious enough?

My son's gone missing too, okay?

Lucas is missing?

It's a conspiracy.

The Lucas I knew, anyway.

Now he's a teenager who ignores me, and if he sees me here with you,

he'll stop talking to me for good. So get out, both of you.

You selfish man! Christmas is in danger.

Santa's been kidnapped, or maybe worse.

And you're just walking away?

I thought you'd turned into a good man, Salva.

No way!

I don't know him. Get out of my house, freak!

- What are you talking about, Lucas? - Wait, he knows your name.

A real elf! That's awesome. And those ears! So cool!

And a reindeer!

Yeah, super cool.

He's my buddy. Right, Rami, my man?

That's what I thought. That we were friends.

But your dad doesn't think so.

I told him Santa's been kidnapped,

and he won't help me.

Neither will Lucas. He's over Christmas.

Didn't even write a letter. That's for "random" little kids.

Right, "bro"?

Yeah, that's so mid.

Wait, Santa's gone and you're not gonna help?

Nope.

Of course we are. We're going to find him right now.

Anything to contradict me, isn't it?

I like this girl.

Feeling's mutual.

All right, where do we start? He could be anywhere in the world.

- We interrupt this broadcast... - Look!

...for an urgent announcement from the North Pole.

Dear children, I have something very important to tell you.

That's the impostor.

After years and years of hard work,

it's time for me to retire.

So stop sending me letters.

But don't worry, you'll still get your gifts.

I want one of these.

Here at Planet Toys,

we work hard to bring kids the very best presents for the holidays.

Oh, the little hats...

They just can't resist the gifts. Planet Toys.

And the best part,

you don't need to be good or any of that nonsense.

All that matters is that your parents pay, pay, and pay.

Cash, card, or Venmo, just pay up!

Ho, ho, ho!

So if you want your toys, come to Planet Toys!

Twenty percent off, no moral judgment included!

Isn't it wonderful?

Even if you've been total brats, you can pick whatever toy you want.

Over 5,000 stores around the world.

What are you waiting for, kids? Come on! Don't waste another second!

Planet Toys. A world of toys.

Looks like we know where to start searching.

Let's head to that toy store.

Careful, it could be dangerous. Rami and I should go.

And miss out on an adventure like this? No way!

Didn't you say we never do stuff?

This is the perfect chance for some father-son bonding.

- Fine, but you have to follow my lead-- - Awesome!

- Let's save Christmas! - Yeah! Time to spread the joy!

We're going to the North Pole to find Santa and save Christmas!

It's mine! Let go!

- Hey! - Mom!

Careful with the toys! Don't get them dirty!

Where are you going?

Let go of me, ma'am!

Fantastic.

Wonderful.

See, Dad?

My latest campaign's a hit. We're running out of stock!

There are still a few days till Christmas. That's an unforgivable lack of planning.

Never happened to me in 50 years.

Relax, Dad. We'll restock this afternoon.

We're breaking sales records. Aren't you proud of me?

Proud?

I'd be proud if you'd built a company from scratch like I did.

Everything you have, you owe to me.

Why is nothing I do ever good enough for you?

"Why is nothing I do ever good enough for you?"

You'd have made a fine drama actress, my dear.

I have a flight to the Alps.

See you after the holidays.

Mr. Anselmo.

What a success, ma'am! We'll be listed on the stock market next!

You must be thrilled.

Yes.

I'm crying tears of joy.

- New batch of Gretas in dock three. - Good afternoon.

Hey, busybodies! Let's move!

Careful, I'm carrying something. Coming through!

Coming through.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

You don't look familiar.

Nor do you. I'm from the factory. Brought the new Grumpy Elf prototype.

Man, that thing's ugly.

Look who's talking, Mr. Timothée Chalamet.

Huh?

Just look at him.

What an awful face.

Those wrinkles, those dark circles, it'll scare the kids.

Can I open it, take a look?

- No, it's fragile and might-- - Yeah, I can open it.

Let's see...

- Those ears look real. - It's well glued on.

Hey, don't you have Sudokus to do or something?

It doesn't do anything. Where's the power button?

Where's the button?

Touch its belly.

Careful, it's heating up.

- It just turned on. - Man, it squared me good!

All right, smarty. All right.

Don't mess with it, you'll break it.

Fine. But this is gonna flop.

- Yeah, sure. - It looks like an old grump.

- You know the drill. - Yeah, hurry up.

I think kids will love this. It's adorable.

Dear customers, our store closes in a few minutes.

Please make your way to the exits. Thank you.

That went great. Let's go.

Sir! The store is closing, sir! Please head to the exits.

Give me patience.

Sir! Hey!

Sir!

Come on, Dad.

- Sir! - Let's go.

In here.

Okay...

- I could barely breathe. - Why weren't you breathing?

Because these foam balls smell awful.

Dad... there's a diaper on you!

Gross!

Well...

- Remember when we snuck in--? - Let's go, Mía!

Wait for me.

- The door. - Wait up.

Hey, important. Password time, okay?

A little drink...

Of anise.

Told you it was a perfect plan, didn't I?

Clearly you haven't been frisked by a gorilla in a uniform.

What's that smell?

Poop. Move, quick. Come on.

- This way. - Let's go.

- To the right! - Watch out, Lucas.

There we go. Bet you're glad, aren't you?

That I took that mechanics class instead of IT, which is useless.

You're a legend, Rafita. Think this will hold?

Of course. I'm a pro.

I once built a go-kart out of a cookie box.

Then try to start it, Rafita, for God's sake!

Now a hard right!

Rafita! I'm gonna puke!

There's someone else in the store.

This is exciting, huh, Mía?

Right? Great father-son quality time, isn't it?

Yeah, sure, Dad.

Enough chatter. Where do we start investigating?

The boss's name is Candela Iriarte. We could check her office.

Great idea! You're as smart as you are cu...

As I am what?

As you're good a skater.

"As you're good a skater."

Jealous, are we?

Here it is. Top floor.

Wow, huge office. Boss always gets the biggest one.

Just don't knock anything over. Rami, you break everything.

Come on, let's start searching. You two, check the computer.

Rami, look in those top drawers. I'll check the ones down here.

If that's a short joke, I'm not in the mood.

Sorry, didn't mean it that way. Let's swap.

And remember, don't make noise, okay?

Dad!

Sorry.

Look.

- That's him! The impostor! - What an incredible acting range.

Doesn't matter. This proves they've got Santa.

Quick, hide!

In the closet.

Mía, wait for me.

Huh? What's this?

Note: Sebastián, fire the cleaning lady.

If she's actually on contract, that is.

Christmas is great, people spend, I rake.

Another sales record crushed.

Ma'am.

What?

I need to tell you something, but please don't be mad.

Speak.

Santa Claus is gone.

- What?! - Yeah, the chest is missing!

This could ruin our whole plan!

I swear we'll find him before anyone notices.

What the hell...?

Hi, I'm Manolo, the IT guy.

I didn't hear a word of what just happened.

Sebastián, we're being hacked!

Manolo? Our IT guy's name is Andrés.

Right, it's Andrés Manuel. It's a compound name.

Who are those kids?

- Sebastián, call security. - Right away.

- Security, to the office. - No!

Come on, Sebastián!

How many people are in here?!

This is trespassing! They're squatters!

We're just a family, bit of a dysfunctional one,

who only wants to... Run!

After them, Sebastián!

Don't leave me alone, Sebastián!

Go!

- Faster! Move! - I'm coming!

- Split up! - Hey!

- To the right! - Go!

- Mía, that way! - Lucas, this way!

- This way. - After them!

Sebastián, you go on, I can't.

Mommy...

Huh? Oh! The little doll!

Little doll?

Ha, ha!

See ya!

Look!

Over here!

Hey!

Let go of me! Hands off!

Boss, I got one! I got one, boss!

Let go of me!

Let him go!

This way, Lucas!

Coming!

We can get out that way!

Salva?

- Rafita. - I found Santa!

He's in here. They locked him up to destroy Christmas.

Rafita, who gave you your license?

You've gotta be kidding me.

No, really. He's right here.

Get me out of here!

Pathetic.

Mía.

Looks like Christmas is in our hands now.

Hey!

Careful! What's this all about?!

What are you planning to do with us? I've got work tomorrow!

- You actually work on Christmas Eve? - That Ramoncín has got no soul.

- I told you that kid-- - Quiet!

Hope you don't get seasick,

because you're taking a trip to our factory in Jakarta.

Your plan's insane! You'll never fool the kids!

Children are pure souls.

They can always tell who the real Santa is.

My family's lived off those pure souls for generations,

and I can assure you they're the dumbest creatures on Earth.

Doors.

Oh, one more thing,

if we don't see each other again, happy holidays.

Happy holidays.

- She's got some nerve... - She's evil.

They crack me up!

Unbelievable.

Seriously? Another year of this?

Hey, this time it's not my fault.

- He's right. It's Salva's. - Excuse me?

If you'd come with me, they wouldn't have caught me.

How's it my fault for going straight? Tell that to the guy trapped in there.

The worst part is there's a maniac at the North Pole

bossing around the elves and running Christmas.

No, the worst part is we dragged Mía and Lucas into this.

Who knows where they are now...

Whoa, dude!

Lucas!

- Dad! - What's up, Rafita?

You okay?

- Knew you still loved me. - Yeah, but keep it down.

And who's this guy?

This is my buddy, Lolo.

- Lolo Musicolo. - Yes.

Scared us half to death, but it was worth it.

He opened that truck in seconds.

Opens more doors than a mayor's brother.

Enough chatting. We need to free Santa and get moving.

Thanks, young lady.

I don't know you, but you seem like the only smart one in this bunch.

Impossible, this lock would take a master locksmith to crack.

Fine, I'll open it, but on one condition.

I get to keep whatever's in there.

No, that'd be stealing. We're good kids now.

Salva, please, cut the crap. Let him open it and take what he wants.

Ho, ho, ho! No kidnapping can stop Santa!

I'm back! They'd better be ready!

What now? Ever heard of knocking? Can't you see I'm busy?

Sorry.

Where's our truck now?

It should've set sail by now, ma'am. Don't worry.

And if you don't mind, I'm heading home with Mom.

Christmas Eve's our favorite night.

It's just the two of us, but she cooks for an army.

Can't relate to that problem.

Don't tell me you have dinner alone!

Come have dinner with us! My mom's roast is legendary.

Then we can play Scrabble, all three of us!

No!

Okay, Monopoly then!

Oh, for crying out loud!

Why's our truck parked there? It's wide open!

Let's go!

- Say something, Sebastián! - Something!

Useless people! I'm surrounded by useless people!

All right, everyone calm down.

This won't ruin my victory.

No one can stop the inevitable.

Knock it off with those rocks, rock guy.

They're gone, okay? I'm out of rocks.

Whoa, the real Santa Claus.

That's right, the real deal. Don't take knock-offs like this guy.

I can't believe this. Three hundred years without a hitch,

and this will be the one year we have to resign.

Not we. You.

Can't believe you got tricked by some wannabe actor.

Again, we have to find a way

to get back to the North Pole before Christmas Eve dinner.

It's hopeless. For the first time in my life,

I'm going to let the children down.

How could I not give up, Rudolph?

I've got nothing left!

No sleigh, nothing but...

one grumpy elf, two moody teens,

a guy with a bum arm, and Salva,

who picked this year to be a good boy.

So what is it, be good, be bad? Make up your mind.

See? Told you this was pointless.

Wait! You're right, Rudolph, you genius!

What?

The tricked-out sleigh your dad built! We could use that!

That's it!

Rafita, where is it?

Rafita...

Tell me you didn't junk it.

Junk it? Me?

Never.

I sold it.

It's fine. I'm sure whoever bought it

is a great guy who'll lend it to us, no problem.

Huh?

Oh sure, no problem at all!

If you need the sleigh-car for an emergency,

just take it, no big deal.

Oh wow, that's great! Thanks so much!

No, you idiot! It's business!

A deal, genius. Stand your ground, make it worth your while.

It's Christmas! Santa himself needs it.

Don't look at me, I'm retired.

The boss now is Ramoncín. This guy's got no heart.

He's like those sharks from One Street. All he's missing is the slicked-back hair.

Pay up!

- Let's be clear, Ramón-- - Nope. He's the boss.

I'm the boss.

Listen, Ramoncín, lend us the sleigh, or I quit.

Wait, what?

- And no more of those daily sandwiches. - What?!

Our masterpiece as mechanics.

Salvador Molina, you genius! Bravo, Rafita!

All right...

Enough.

You're drooling on me, stop!

Now, let's tune her up.

Okay.

Out.

Okay.

Ma'am.

You should see this.

Hello, boys and girls.

This is Santa Claus with an important announcement.

That man in the commercial was a fake.

No!

I would never give such a terrible message to the world.

That ad was made by a cruel and heartless company,

Planet Toys,

who kidnapped me to make a profit!

Looks like they've forgotten the true spirit of Christmas.

No!

So don't forget to send your letters,

I'll be here, always, to make your dreams come true.

Ho, ho, ho!

This is going viral on social media.

From dawn till dusk, we make toys

Our strength is fading fast

We're running out of steam

At this rate, we're toast

Yes?

You need to shut down and get out. Santa's escaped, he's heading your way!

What? I'm not leaving my home because some fake Santa's on the loose.

What are you talking about?

You're not Santa, you're a washed-up actor who should be waiting tables.

Washed up? You're washed up. Your dad would be ashamed of you.

I've finally landed the role of my life,

and I'm not giving it up for anyone, got it?

No one!

What are you all looking at?

Back to work!

Come on, people, let's bring the energy.

I've got to get ready for my big scene.

This is the end.

My father was right.

Ma'am...

I'm useless. I'll never be good enough.

Don't say that.

You're smarter, sharper, more creative, more efficient...

I've always loved you.

No way...

No way...

I know I'm not good enough for you.

Quiet. Look.

They're returning all the toys.

- We have to get out of here. - Yeah.

No, please! Don't!

Vultures!

Easy now! Please stay calm. Receipts first, everyone.

Rudolph's hitched up.

All right, giddy-up, no time to waste.

I think you'll need this.

Rami, you're the best head elf a Santa could ask for.

Whoa, what's that?

It's the magic gateway.

That's how the elves send gifts from the workshop.

If it's opening now, it means we're running out of time.

- Awesome! - Whoa, it's full of elves!

Hi!

I have to see this. I'm going in!

What's that girl doing?

We can't leave her alone with that maniac!

If something happens to her, the PTA will kill me!

Mía, wait for me!

No! Wait for me!

Salva, you can't!

Come on, Salva, if an adult could go through that portal,

don't you think I'd be in there catching that fraud myself?

Only the pure of heart, and under five feet tall,

can cross the portal.

Enough with the short jokes.

I'm always the one saving your butts anyway.

Quit grumbling and get in.

Careful!

Cool! All the elves!

Hi.

They're friends of mine.

Keep quiet. He's around here.

Hurry, he's very grumpy.

Come on. We can't let Mauro see us.

He may think he's all grown up,

but I'm not leaving my son alone in the North Pole.

I'm not leaving my buddy alone either.

I knew I could count on you, friends.

All right, let's see if Rudolph's up for it.

My boy can handle anything.

Come on, we've got a Christmas to save! Giddy-up!

Well... you might just pull this off.

I don't know. I feel kinda ridiculous.

I think you look great.

Okay, let's do this.

You think it'll work?

I spiked enough elven punch to knock out five reindeer,

and that guy's got a real taste for it.

Wait. You're missing one last touch.

No true elf goes without pointy ears.

And these are top of the line.

I'm the king of the world.

More elven punch, sir?

See all these countries?

See the whole wide world?

Tonight, the entire planet's watching me!

Of course, sir. Then you'd better stay hydrated.

A little more punch?

Oh, I love it. I could bathe in elven punch.

Go ahead, drink up.

But I've already had too much. I shouldn't.

Sure you should. It's Christmas Eve. Celebrate.

Drink.

Did your voice just crack?

You two are new here, aren't you?

We have to move quietly. Let's go.

What has this lunatic done?

I can't believe it! I thought Santa's workshop wasn't real,

like the White House!

Rafita, you exist to prove there's room for everyone in this world. Focus!

Where are you? Show yourself, you impostor!

Show yourself!

- Santa! - Help us! Get us out of here!

My little elves!

Well, well, well...

Look who showed up, the has-been himself!

You fraud! How could anyone mistake you for me?

I'm way more athletic!

Your reign of terror ends now!

Get out of my workshop!

This is my home now.

And I'm a better Santa than you've ever been, fatso.

"Fatso"? Thanks to me, we live in a kinder world!

And thanks to me, we have a healthier profit margin!

I'm much more cheerful!

And I'm more efficient!

I'm known for my generosity!

So am I! In fact, I've even got a little present for you.

Here!

- We're in here! - Get us out!

- Dad! - Over here!

- Here! - Over here!

Lucas! Mía!

Rami!

You really thought I was dumb enough not to notice?

Still, that punch was delicious,

but I don't go down easy.

Man, how's he still standing?

Let us go!

Sorry, kid, but I need some guarantees.

Let go of my son or I'll knock you out.

Easy now. I'm crazy, and I know it.

Don't anyone come near me, or else...

Or else?

What about it?

Or else what? What's gonna happen? Finish the sentence.

Geez, Rafita. It's obvious, he'd hurt the kids.

Is that really what you'll do?

Of course!

- What a monster... - Back off!

I want to see you hit the ground.

- Only one can remain. - Yeah, and it'll be me.

- Dad! - Lucas! Mía!

Careful!

No!

Hey! Don't push it, big guy.

Impostor!

Now. No, wait!

Back it up.

You're finished.

You didn't count on me spending three years

playing a pirate on a tourist cruise.

Fine.

But you're forgetting I'm magical.

Ho, ho, ho!

Yay!

Surrender!

Yes, of course, Mister Santa, don't hurt me.

It was the toy lady's fault.

I only wanted a role.

Please, find it in your heart to forgive me.

All right. I forgive you. Get up, Mauro.

See? Compassion is the most powerful weapon.

No! Watch out!

No!

- No! - Watch out!

Don't move!

Or you.

Or you.

Shoot him, Dad!

Who?

Move it!

How can you not recognize me, Salva?

I'm the real Santa Claus!

Ho, ho, ho!

No! I'm the real Santa Claus!

Ho, ho, ho!

This is impossible. Even their laughs sound the same.

Ask them something only the real Santa would know.

What did Lucas ask for Christmas in his letter this year?

I do. I know.

Gotcha.

What the...?

I can't move my arm, you maniac!

You fell right into my trap. Lucas didn't write a letter this year.

- No, Dad. I did. - You've gotta be kidding me.

It's just... I still believe in Santa.

Thank you, Lucas. Good to know I can still count on you.

- Later, losers! - He's getting away!

Hasta la vista, babies! My vengeance will be great!

Eh, let him go.

The polar bears are so hungry this year, he won't last ten minutes.

- Come on! - Let's go!

- Let's go! - Move!

Dad.

- The elves! - Dad!

Lucas! Mía!

Wait, hold on. All these doubles have scrambled my brain.

How do I know your dad's really your dad?

- You're an idiot, you know that? - Yeah, that's him.

No time to celebrate.

It's Christmas Eve, and those toys won't deliver themselves.

We'll never make it in time this year.

You're forgetting one thing, this year we've got two sleighs!

Way to save the day, Salvador!

Ho, ho, ho!

Whoa! This is awesome!

Can I drive it? Can I, can I?

Rafita, behave, or you're staying here, got it?

Your choice, Salva. Southern or Northern Hemisphere?

Southern. It's warmer down there.

Wish us luck, everyone!

Clean those chimneys...

I love it when they get all sing-songy!

I prefer them quiet.

Giddy-up!

- Bye! - Have fun!

Ready?

- Let's go! - Yeah!

Then let's ride!

It's too late. I've never been this behind on deliveries.

Then step on it, Santa, no speed limits up in the sky.

You're something else, Rafita. But you're right.

Let's go!

- Only four hours left, Dad! - Oh man, I'm stressing out! Hurry!

Don't worry, it's fine. My dad's an expert pilot.

Who said I was scared? This is awesome!

Full speed ahead!

Go, go, go!

Whoa, easy!

Paris, Rafita. The gifts. To the elves!

On it, Santa!

Heya!

Paris.

Paris.

Whoa, easy!

Tunisia! You're gonna love this!

So cool!

- Two hours left. - Then let's fly!

Rafita, your turn!

I'm Santa Claus! Ho, ho, ho!

No! Not headfirst!

Chile!

There.

Next one!

Buenos Aires!

Santa Fe!

Corrientes!

Let's hit Russia, Rafita!

- Their salad's delicious. - Yeah, but no peas in mine.

What's that?

- A bird? - An airplane.

Nope, it's those two!

- It's Salva! - What?

He's coming in hot!

Look out!

- Watch it! - Pull up, Santa!

Oh boy!

Elves! The Kazakhstan gifts!

- Dad, get inside! - You're up!

No way. You never know where a chimney might end.

- Chicken! - Chicken!

Okay, okay! I'm coming!

Rafita! The gifts for San Francisco!

You could give me a hand, you know.

Ándale, Papito!

Lose the hat.

We're bringing gifts, not taking them!

Merry Christmas!

Cairo.

Dubai.

Istanbul.

Sri Lanka.

- Thamaga. - Chiúre. São Paulo.

Córdoba.

- Yes! - Yes! We did it!

Another year, every kid got their present.

Whoa, what an epic night, I tell you.

Thanks, Santa.

Glad you enjoyed it. Couldn't have done it without you all.

Yeah. Hey, I was thinking.

I know I'm kinda big, and my arm's dead,

but could I be one of your elves?

- No, Rafita. - Oh...

An elf? What for?

You're way more than that.

You're a friend.

- Giddy-up, Rudolph! - Giddy-up!

Merry Christmas!

Let's go!

- Stop. - Whoa!

Mía, I hope you had fun, and your parents aren't mad.

Relax, they know I'm in good hands.

- Good. - Thanks.

- Lucas. - Go on.

- What? - She's calling you.

- Oh. - go.

Coming!

Dad.

Thanks, Lucas. This was the best day of my life.

By the way, you never said what you wrote in your letter.

Uh... well...

You know, the usual.

A T-shirt and a video game.

You don't have to lie. Santa told me.

Bye!

Dad!

- What a rush! - I'm happy for you, son.

- Bye! - Let's go!

Home!

Wait, something doesn't add up.

We spent all night delivering gifts everywhere,

and we don't get a single gift ourselves.

We spent time together.

That's right, Dad.

Hey, what's that?

A surprise for you two.

Son, really, you didn't have to get me anything.

Just knowing you love me is all I nee--

Whoa! A foosball table! Cool!

Cool, huh? Come on, I'll start.

Go on then.

- Let's go! - Loser plays against my bum arm.

Okay.

- Goal! - No!

Your turn.

All right, I'm jumping in before I get bored watching.

This is how it's done. Come on.

- Goal! - Yes!

I was thinking...

I know I'm kinda big, and my arm's dead,

but could I be one of your elves?

An elf? What for?

You're way more than that.

You're a friend.

Oh, you know... People say things sometimes.

The kid needed a father figure,

and who better than me?

Come on, guys. You're more than that.

You're...

family!

You say that to everyone.

Classic, Rami, kicking a man when he's down.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Right! Of course!

Let's get this party started!

Yeah!

Another year, another Christmas success, thanks to me.

"Us."

Come on. Do you have to take everything so literally?

You always take all the credit.

Oh, Rami, don't be such a grouch. Pour me a little maple liqueur.

I'm not your servant.

I meant because it's right next to you, not because you're my servant.

Okay, but only 'cause you're old.

You're getting grumpier every year, Rami.