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Okay, Ellie, I got her.

The Christmas rock.

Just got her out of storage.

I wanted to surprise Peaches.

Where is our sweet little angel? Huh?

Incoming!

There's your sweet little angel.

Sorry, Dad.

Yeah! Whoo-hoo! It's on!

You guys need to chill out.

ELLIE: Peaches.

The Christmas rock!

I love it! I love it! I love it! I love it! I love it!

No, no, no, don't. Too late.

I'm stuck.

This is the same Christmas rock I had when I was a kid.

It's an heirloom that's been in our family for generations.

Tonight when Santa comes by with his presents,

he'll see this rock and know that a very special little girl lives here.

Oh, Christmas rock, oh, Christmas rock

You're 30 tons of granite And every...

You know you're singing to a rock, right?

It's a Christmas tradition for the kids.

Don't sabers have Christmas traditions?

Oh, yeah!

Every year my dad would bring home the biggest, fattest gazelles he could find

and then we'd all rip into their...

...our presents.

And we'd play games with the gazelles

and dance with them and not eat them. The end.

Merry Christmas, my mammals.

Wow! That's some crazy rock.

Step away from the stone.

Why? You'll break it.

Sid can't break a rock.

Don't tempt him.

Uncle Sid, we need this so that Santa can find us tonight.

What, this? Oh, pfft.

He could go right past it.

You need something bigger, taller, sparklier.

Something with a pizzazz.

Um, a tree!

A Christmas tree?

Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?

There's millions of trees out there, Sid.

How would anyone notice this one?

Well, we could decorate it.

Crash, Eddie.

Whoo-hoo!

Sweet!

And, voila!

It does look pretty good.

Ah, it'll never catch on.

It's beautiful.

Hmm. It needs a certain razzle-dazzle on top.

Something that says Sid.

Ooh.

And just like that, a tradition is born.

Huh?

Hey!

Seriously, what did you think was gonna...

Yep. That says Sid, all right.

Okay, okay. Let's just keep it together.

It really is about the spirit of Christmas, isn't it?

You're about to be a spirit of Christmas, Sid!

Manny, please. I'm so sorry.

You know what, Sid, I'm the least of your worries.

You gotta answer to Santa.

Santa? Santa Claus?

He is never gonna forgive this.

You just got yourself on Santa's...

Uh, ah, Santa's Naughty List.

Santa has a Naughty List?

Yeah! Yeah!

And if you're not good, then he puts your name on it.

We're never good.

Then why start now?

Well, if your name's on the Naughty List,

you don't get Christmas.

But no! Why me?

Besides the fact that it's my fault.

The Naughty List? Where did you come up with that?

Relax. Sid's gullible but he's not that gullible.

He knows this Santa stuff is just for kids.

What? You don't believe in Santa?

Um, I, well...

Of course, he believes.

That's the magic of Christmas.

If anyone deserves to be on the Naughty List, Dad, it's you!

She sure told you, didn't she?

Well, too bad, I'm a grown-up.

Grown-ups don't believe in the Naughty List.

I'm not getting Christmas.

Don't cry, Sid.

Why not?

Your tears are freezing solid.

Huh?

Why am I on Santa's Naughty List?

Why? Why?

My guess, because he doesn't have a loser list.

Well, thanks for trying to cheer me up.

I still feel terrible.

Pull it together, Uncle Sid.

We've got work to do.

But I'm still sulking.

No time. We're going to the Pole.

The North one?

Yep. We're gonna find Santa

so I can prove to my dad that he's real.

And we're gonna get you off that list.

And us, too!

We may be naughty but we still want Christmas.

Peaches, honey, you can't come with us.

This is a very dangerous journey.

The North Pole is a desolate land of ice and snow.

This isn't exactly Miami.

Come on, Uncle Sid,

I want us all to have Christmas together.

Hmm. I don't know.

It's wildly irresponsible and impulsive but let's do it!

Northward, ho!

CRASH AND EDDIE: Ho ho ho!

Uh, guys, let's follow the northern lights.

North. Get it?

Northward ho! Santa ho!

Ho ho ho!

SID: On the ninth day of Christmas

My true love gave to me Nine fleas a-biting

Eight pounds of ear wax

Seven frosty fingers

Six frosty fingers

ALL: Five rotten...

SID: Eggs?

Huh. I think we just marched off the Earth.

No, it's a white-out.

We'll be safe as long as we all...

stay together.

Peaches, where are you?

Uncle Sid? Peaches?

Uncle Sid? Peaches?

Huh?

Eddie? Where are you, Eddie? Oh, wait. I'm Eddie.

Okay, everyone, grab hold of your buddy and follow me.

I have an excellent sense of direction.

Wait.

Bless you. Thank you.

Ha! Did you see what I just did there?

Pa-pow!

You're a reindeer.

Yeah, I know.

You can fly!

I know!

You're amazing! I know!

Check it out, Sauerkraut. I can hover, roll and zing.

Zing? Zing! Bam!

What's your name?

My name is, um, uh, Prancer.

Prancer?

It's a family name.

Oh, don't listen to them.

You saved our lives and we'll never forget you.

Have a merry Christmas.

Are you sure you don't need my help?

Oh, no thank you. You've done more than enough.

Look, we'll take it from here.

The reindeer comes with us.

Uh, what do you think?

You want an honest answer or a Christmas answer?

Uh, Christmas answer.

It's gorgeous.

ELLIE: Manny? Huh?

Have you seen Peaches? I can't find her anywhere.

And Sid, Crash and Eddie are gone, too!

Last I saw them, they were trying to figure out

how to get off Santa's Naughty List.

What Naughty List? I made it up!

We gotta find them.

Diego, can you pick up Sid's scent?

I can but it makes my eyes burn.

BOTH: Do it!

Got it.

So, Prancer, how long will it take us to get to the, uh, North Pole?

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! You can't walk to the North Pole.

It's too far.

But I can fly you there. No sweat, on Air Prancer.

Oh, oh, no, we couldn't.

No, no, no, no. My family raised me

to be good to strangers and there's really no one stranger than you guys.

Huh?

Shotgun!

We've run into a little turbulence, folks.

Please fasten your seatbelts.

I'm not too heavy, am I?

No, no. You're light as a feather.

A 788 pound feather.

Do you come equipped with barf bags?

Peaches! Peaches!

Manny, where's Diego?

Diego! Buddy, are you okay?

Glad you didn't kiss me?

Are you sure this is North?

I don't know. I...

I'm all scrambled.

Wait, tracks!

Uh, Diego?

The geomagnetic whatever,

it's messing with my sense of direction.

Oh, well, that's just great!

We're completely lost, my little girl is missing and...

Manny, honey, everything's gonna be fine.

How?

Just believe in the magic of Christmas.

Oh, this is silly.

Just try it. It's not gonna work.

Do it for Peaches.

I believe.

I believe.

Manny, look! The northern lights!

North. Get it?

Um, that was just a coincidence, right?

Who cares? I'll take it. Let's go.

We must be getting close.

Sugar plums!

Peppermint bark!

Yellow snow, my favorite!

Don't, just don't.

HEAD MINI SLOTH: Halt! None shall pass.

Oh. Oh, hi, little guy. So, who are you?

We are the Santourage.

We keep intruders out so Santa can do his work without interruption.

I knew he was real! You've gotta let us see him.

It is forbidden!

Turn back, I command you. Bye!

Oh, yeah? You and what army?

Oh, that army.

Hasta luego. Feliz Navidad.

But you gotta let me in. I'm on the list!

He must not be disturbed or we won't get presents.

You have been warned. Unleash heck!

Bring it on, you little fleabags!

You're no match for the power of...

flight.

Everybody, grab a leg and pull!

Ow! Huh?

Huh? Uh...

Run!

You better watch out You better not cry

Better not pout I'm telling you why

I am coming to town

Yes!

Oh, I'm making a list And checking it twice

Ah, nutmeg!

Ho ho, no!

Oh.

Sid?

Sid, where's Peaches?

Peaches! Peaches!

SID: Where are you?

Over here!

Wait, wait. The reindeer fly up here?

This one does, cuz.

Peaches! Daddy!

Oh, baby, we were so worried about you.

Oh, you...

You are so grounded!

Sorry, Daddy.

I'm talking to Sid.

Sorry, Daddy.

SANTA: Frolicking fruitcake!

It's Santa!

Just 'cause there's a fat guy, doesn't make him Santa.

I'm not fat! It's this suit, it's very poofy.

Manny, it is Santa!

And he's just as old and decrepit as I imagined.

And, oh, so jolly.

Oh, look at this mess.

Two hours to Christmas and everything's ruined!

My toys, my sleigh! All my hard work.

Um, would this be a good time to talk about getting off the Naughty List?

Sid, there's no such thing.

There is now, Manfred. Thanks for the idea.

Wait, wait! How do you know my...

...name?

Santa?

Hey, what did we do?

Ahem.

Oh, right. Destroyed Christmas.

Peaches, you were... I mean, I mean, I was...

That's Santa! Standing right there.

He's real!

Duh!

There's gonna be a lot of disappointed kids tomorrow morning.

Ow!

There's gotta be a way to fix this.

Dad, it's impossible! There's only eight of us.

And 800 of them!

Wait, us? You mean, as in, us?

You never thought to give the old fat boy a hand, huh?

Come on, Peach.

You taught me to believe. What do you say?

Hit it! Ow! Not me!

Dead moss and rock weed

BOTH: Fa-la-la-la-la

BOTH: What's a hall?

Tis the season... What's a season?

Fa-la-la-la-la

Just play along.

I can fix this, Mr. Santa

We can fa-la-la-la-la-along

Give a sloth a chance Now, can't you?

Too many "la's" are in this song

I have no idea why I just did that.

That's a toy! And that's a toy!

And this? This is no good for anything.

Sid has got the proper spirit

Fa-la-la-la-la

Hey, not too bad.

Beautiful! Don't let Sid near it.

Fa-la-la-la-la

Come on now, Dad.

We can do it If we hurry

Lend a claw Lend a paw

Everyone

Even if you're small and furry

All together we can get it done

A ball of twine? Who's gonna want that?

Whoo! All right!

What do we do with this?

Oh, why don't we put it here.

Hey!

Something about that mistletoe...

This shall go down in the annals

Fa-la-la-la-la

And we're not through

Peace and goodwill towards all mammals

Oh, you shouldn't have. Just for you.

Things were looking grim and tragic

But we got busy and pulled it off

Now we found some Christmas magic

All because of each and every sloth

"All because of each and every sloth"?

All because of each

And everyone

I can't believe it. These presents!

The decorations! This sleigh!

Ain't she fly?

I bet the mini sloths could help you make presents every year! Right, guys?

Well, we're gonna need hats.

Cute hats.

In fact, it looks like you got enough toys for every child on Earth.

Every child? Around the world?

I wish I could, but I don't see how.

Santa, I'm giving you the biggest Christmas gift of all.

Me! You're flying Air Prancer tonight.

Oh, that's the spirit, Prancy boy!

Time to put this deer in high gear.

Vroom, vroom!

Um...

Up, up and away!

Come on!

Saving Christmas here we go!

Anytime you're ready.

I can't believe it!

I failed.

Huh?

This family doesn't give up that easy.

All right, Dad!

Come on, Prancer. We have to keep trying.

You're the only flying reindeer we've got.

Unless you know 10 others.

You're right. I can't do this alone.

Wait, where you going?

Perfect.

Wow! Heck of a day, eh, Santa?

Come on! Ho ho ho.

Oh. Still on the Naughty List, huh?

Okay, so we traveled about 30 feet so far.

If we keep up this pace, we should make it around the world in what?

Let's say just under 8000 years?

Bah, humbug!

Hey, guys! Manny's right!

Nothing's impossible if you pull together.

Meet my family.

Dasher, Dancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner...

Whoa!

PRANCER: ...and Blitzen.

Blitzen?

And I thought Prancer was bad!

Nice name.

It suits you.

Thanks, Prancer.

I thought I was such a hotshot,

but sometimes you gotta have a little help.

That's what this herd has taught me...

Stay.

...among other things.

Now, let's do this.

Ha-ha! Yeah!

Hey, Manfred, nice job!

I got Christmas!

See what happens when you believe, Dad?

I gotta say, I'm kinda digging the holiday magic.

Merry Christmas, you two.

SANTA: Ho ho ho!

All right! Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

Merry Christmas!