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Max: This is my boss, Jonathan Hart,

a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.

She's one lady who knows how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them, which ain't easy,

'cause when they met, it was murder.

Max: Hey, Freeway, that's the Christmas spirit.

Here you go, Freeway.

Your very own Christmas tree from me to you.

You like it?

What's up?

You're right. Something's wrong.

Mr. and Mrs. H., you up there?

Something's burning.

Both: ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ You're one in a million ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ And many more. ♪

Jennifer: Yay. Happy birthday, Max.

Blow out the candles.

All: Surprise!

What the...?

Ernie. Lou.

Big Miller.

The only bookmaker in the world with a heart.

Hey, as long as I'm here,

how about a little bet on the Lakers tonight?

How about that?

- Thanks. I love it. - Jennifer: Aw.

- We love you, too. - We love you, too.

And now the cake!

Hey, Max... you just went off your diet.

Max, since your birthday is so close to Christmas,

we figure you always get shortchanged out of a party.

And we didn't want that to happen this year.

When I walked in, I knew something

wasn't on the up and up.

I better open the gate for the other guests.

- There you go, Ernie. - Bless you.

- Happy days. - Thank you.

How long have you and Max known each other?

Oh, are you kidding?

We were high school buddies.

Ernie stole my steady girlfriend.

And you know something?

I been miserable about it ever since.

I married her.

Thanks loads.

This woman is always sneaking up on me.

Come on.

Okay, everybody, Max is gonna open his presents.

- Yeah. - All right.

Presents! Come on!

I feel like a birthday boy.

Jonathan: Well, that's what you are, Max.

Which one should I open first?

Oh, start with mine right here.

It's the smallest.

Well, naturally.

Hey... five-year subscription

to my favorite literature, "The Daily Racing Form."

A gift that keeps on giving.

And taking.

How about this one?

Ernie: Take a wild guess who gave you that.

- Aha. - Oh...!

Hey, it's a movie poster.

Oh.

"A Star is Born."

That's the original with Janet Gaynor and Freddie March.

Remember we took the...

The Needleman sisters.

The Needleman sisters to see this film.

Yeah, can you imagine that?

They thought we brought them to watch the movie.

Uh, Cool it, Ernie.

I'm sorry, honey.

Max, that must be more of your guests.

Why don't you go play host and answer the door?

Certainly, Mrs. H.

Both: We're the folks from Jingle-Grams!

But before we start, this birthday performance

is from Mr. and Mrs. Hart.

Come on in, you two.

Max? Come on, over here.

Now, Max, you're the birthday boy,

so you have to stand right in the middle.

Max, spin me.

With pleasure.

- Yeah! - Max!

♪ Max, the cook will go by the book ♪

♪ He once tried cooking veal ♪

♪ But it wound up in Freeway's cup ♪

♪ Let's spin the wheel. ♪

18. Come on, 18.

18?

That's how old I feel tonight.

Yeah, baby!

Chips for Max.

Oh, thanks.

I'm taking this wheel to Vegas.

Oh, but it's my wheel.

That's okay. You can come, too.

Oh.

Easy, Max, easy.

Jingle-Gram man: ♪ Horses, poker, blackjack, too ♪

♪ Any game anyone deals ♪

♪ That's where Max's money goes ♪

♪ Now spin the wheel. ♪

Max: Four. Come on, four.

Both: ♪ Max spends jack at many a track ♪

♪ His system is ideal ♪

♪ He loses dough, win, place or show ♪

♪ Max, spin the wheel. ♪

Nine. Come on, nine.

Ernie's wife: Oh, it's nine.

You know, I think we picked the right toy for Max.

The wheel, the wheel.

Oh.

For Max, the winner.

Hey, are they terrific?

You know, he happens to be my sister Kate's kid.

The girl's good, too.

Yeah, they just got married.

I guess that makes her my niece, right?

- You got a nice niece. - Yeah.

Jennifer: Good. That was wonderful.

Jingle-Gram man: Thank you.

Jonathan: Would you like to join us for some cake,

ice cream, coffee?

- Woman: Sure. - Man: Love to.

Please, come right in.

Ernie said you kids were good,

but I didn't think you were that good.

You were really wonderful.

How long have you been doing this?

Not very long.

We've been with Jingle-Grams about a month.

A month?

Your Uncle Ernie also said

that the two of you were starting a ballet company.

Well, we're just getting it started.

We're turning an old rehearsal hall into a dance studio.

The money we're making at Jingle-Grams

will help us with the remodeling.

Well, maybe

we could stop in and see it sometime.

Great.

Well, how about tomorrow?

Tomorrow? How about tomorrow?

I think we could make that.

- There you are. - Thank you.

Great party. What a great...

- Hey, listen, didn't I... - Ernie...

Oh, I'm sorry, Jonathan. I didn't...

Somebody get some soda water, please?

- I'll get it. - Darling.

Oh, I feel like such a...

We're loaded with warm water around here.

- I'll be right back. - Really, I'm sorry, Jonathan.

It's all right, Ernie. Don't worry about it.

Next, please?

- Name, please? - Big Miller.

"Big"? Is that your legal name?

Aloysius.

"Big Miller."

Line of work?

I'm a...

"arithmetical sporting prognosticator."

"Bookie."

Did you see anybody going upstairs tonight?

Just Mr. Hart when Ernie spilt

the chocolate ice cream on him.

I heard it was vanilla.

You want to bet?

Not with you. Thank you. You're excused.

- Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Hart. - Good night, Big.

Thank you.

I'm sorry everything turned out so badly.

Jonathan: I'll be talking to you.

These are the insurance papers.

Oh, good.

This is the jewelry.

And this bracelet has particular sentimental value.

Okay.

It's the first Christmas present

I ever gave to Jennifer,

so anything you could do, Lieutenant,

would be most appreciated.

Okay, we'll do the very best we can.

You know, Jonathan, it's a good thing you stopped that crook

before he stole anything else.

Do you have any suspects?

Well, there are three million residents in this county,

but perhaps somebody snuck in from out of town.

I'll be in touch. Good night.

All right, good night, Lieutenant.

- Good night, Lieutenant. - Good night.

- Max will see you out. - Okay.

Well... how about a couple of brandies?

No.

How about a snuggle by the fire?

It's the best offer I've had all day.

Oh, dear, what a night.

Oh, I'll say.

Brandy, Mrs. H.? Mr. H.?

Oh, thank you, Max.

Thanks, Max.

I'm sure none of my friends was involved.

We're sure too, Max.

I'm turning in. Good night.

- Good night. - Good night.

Come over here and snuggle.

- How is that? - Oh, that's good.

We'll get the bracelet back.

I hope so.

Remember our first Christmas together?

Oh.

Moose Lake Lodge?

16 below zero, no heat in the room,

and a blizzard closing the road to town.

How did you ever

pick a room at Moose Lake Lodge?

Because they're famous.

Famous for what?

Famous for being snowed in.

- Oh, no. - Mm-hmm.

You mean it wasn't an accident?

An accident? An accident?

You're kidding. You pay extra for that.

That was the perfect way to get stranded with you.

Oh.

Miss Hopkins: And thank you for calling Jingle-Grams.

Afternoon, Mr. Billingsley.

And a joyous holiday season to you, too.

Miss Hopkins: Merry Christmas. Jingle-Grams.

Hello?

Have you seen the afternoon paper?

No. What's in it?

Our Jingle-Grams people were entertaining

last night in a very fine home...

Mr. and Mrs. Jonathan Hart, I might add.

So?

So Mrs. Hart's jewelry was stolen

while my entertainers were singing birthday greetings.

It seems the thief used the same method

of operation we planned to use on Christmas night.

I'm sorry.

You fool.

We've been planning Christmas for almost a year.

I've placed my Jingle-Grams people in five homes.

Each with a precious jewel in it.

And you try a damn dry run?

The Harts' dry run is going to net us a hundred grand.

Oh. A hundred grand.

I've got the Beaumont ruby set up

and in the Eberly house, the Marquis diamond.

I am talking about a $1 million heist

in one night, and you settle for bus fare.

So I'll lay low till Christmas night.

You do that.

Miss Hopkins, I'm going down to the coffee shop.

Right, Mr. Billingsley.

Merry Christmas. Jingle-Grams.

- Jennifer: Hello? - Man: Hello?

- Jennifer: Hi. - Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Hart.

Hi!

Well, we promised we'd come by today.

Great. You feeling a little better, Mr. Hart?

Yes, I am. Thanks very much, Wayne.

- Great. - Well, this is wonderful.

Well, we've got our work cut out for us, don't we?

Are you going to continue the rest of the barre

along the back wall?

Yeah. We're gonna have barres back here.

And on this wall, we're gonna have mirrors.

Oh.

Well, it's really coming along.

Yeah, and then we're gonna have some dressing rooms

out back for the students.

Oh, good. When do you expect to have it finished?

Well, we're shooting for six weeks.

Well, listen, I guess Maureen and I

aren't as good a Jingle-Gram team as we thought, huh?

Don't say that. Everybody loved you.

Well, not everybody.

Somebody got bored with our act

and decided to take a tour of your bedroom.

Oh, don't worry about that.

The police will check all of that out.

They're taking fingerprints now.

Yeah, we're real sorry about the robbery.

And, you know, we hope you get everything back.

Thanks very much.

I wish there was something we could do.

The police will take care of it.

- Uh, darling? - Hmm?

I think I'd better get you out of here

before you start wanting to take class.

Come on.

Darling, do you think we could talk to...

- To Stanley Friesen? - Mm.

We have a fellow in our office

who handles special kinds of projects

and I think he'll find a little money

for the arts, all right?

Oh, no, thanks a lot, Mr. Hart,

but we couldn't take...

Oh, it'd be our pleasure, really.

No, really. We couldn't take it.

Yes, you could.

Thank you.

Miss Hopkins: Merry Christmas. Jingle-Grams.

Jingle and mingle in all the right places.

Let me check the calendar.

Miss Hopkins, could I ask you if you know

- when I'm going to work next? - Give me a minute, Wayne.

No, we don't have any mud wrestling elves.

Sorry.

Do you know when I'm booked next because...

Oh, bless you.

Wayne, Mr. Billingsley doesn't want his files opened.

I think you should wait until he returns.

Couldn't I just take a look?

Hold, please.

Well, just this once I guess is all right.

Go take a peek before the old pill gets back,

but don't mess up his files.

Thanks.

Jingle-Grams. Yes?

Just give the name of the restaurant,

the address, and the time

you want Lolita to hop out of the cake.

Miss Hopkins: Merry Christmas. Jingle-Grams.

We jingle and mingle at all the right places.

Can I help you, Wayne?

Mr. Billingsley. No, I was just...

Oh, that's all right. I'll tidy up.

If everybody came trampling in here,

our files would be chaotic.

I was just hoping to be solidly booked

for the next few weeks. I need the money.

Wayne, I was just reading in the papers

that you and Maureen appeared at a party

last night where a robbery took place.

You're not saying that you think...

Oh, of course not.

I just hope you didn't implicate this firm in any way.

No, no, no, sir. We knew nothing

and that's exactly what we told the police.

Good lad.

This firm's reputation is our calling card

into the finest homes.

Wayne, I realize

you haven't been working for us very long,

but I've been meaning to say

how impressed I am with you.

- You are? - Yes, I am.

And the scuttlebutt in the office is that

you're trying to help your bride's ballet company.

You know, I've been looking for a tax shelter.

Maybe Maureen's dance company

would be a good idea, huh?

We're fixing up the old DeMille rehearsal studio.

Why don't I stop by, say, in an hour?

I might put her troupe into business

sooner than you planned.

Maureen would be so happy...

Let's just keep it our secret for now.

It'll be a surprise.

Okay.

I'll see you in an hour.

Oh, it's so good to be home.

I'll say.

Now I know why Santa Claus lives at the North Pole.

Why?

So he can avoid the crowds at the stores.

Max, we're home!

That was pretty good, wasn't it?

Jonathan: Yeah, that was good.

- Jennifer: Oh, my feet. - I have one question.

What?

Why isn't my name on your Christmas list?

Oh, that's because

your present is in the house.

Oh. Do I get to unwrap it?

Don't you always?

Two hot-buttered rums.

Oh, Max, that's great.

- Why don't you join us? - Jonathan: Terrific.

Thanks, but I have to wrap Freeway's present

while he's snoozing so he doesn't sniff it.

By the way, Wayne called about a half an hour ago...

The fellow from Jingle-Grams?

He said it's very important.

Did he leave a number?

Yeah, I wrote it down on the racing form.

- So...? - So I had eight losers

and I used the racing form to start the fire.

Well, eight losers certainly make a nice fire, Max.

I'll call information.

Cheers, darling.

Cheers.

Mm.

Good one, huh?

Great.

Could I have the number of Jingle-Grams, please?

Right. Thank you.

May I speak to Wayne Tucker, please?

Do you have a home number on him?

Okay, thank you.

The answering service.

They don't have a home number on him.

So I guess if it's really important,

he'll call back, so we'll just wait.

Hm.

Maureen, Maureen, I did. I called the Harts

and I said it was very important.

Do you think I should call Lieutenant Warren

about the files?

Okay.

All right, I'll see you at home by 6:00.

What's so important that you have to call the police?

Nothing. I was just hoping that the police

found the Harts' jewelry.

How nice. And what have you found?

- Me? - Mm-hmm.

Nothing, sir.

Mr. Billingsley, Maureen and I are very grateful

for your interest in Maureen's dance company.

Nice try.

Wayne: Who are you?

Wayne, how do you explain our finding

Mrs. Hart's jewelry here?

I didn't steal it.

You brought it here.

I knew something wasn't right in your files.

I should have called the police right away.

You were just too nosy.

Locations of jewels

you plan to steal Christmas night.

Wayne, it happens all the time.

New people just starting out

can't make ends meet. The result?

Crime.

Oof!

- I'll finish him off. - I've got a better idea.

- But our plans were not... - Plans?

When do you follow plans?

Put the gun away.

Instead of shooting him...

Wayne is the thief,

realizes he's going to get caught,

can't stand the thought of facing his dear Maureen...

so this is what he does.

Let's get out of here.

I got an idea.

- What? - Ernie.

He must have Wayne's home number.

Well, what about the rehearsal hall?

He said he's always there.

What was the name of that?

The DeMille Rehearsal Hall in West Hollywood.

- How do you remember that? - I'm so smart.

The number of the DeMille Rehearsal Hall, please.

In West Hollywood.

Thank you.

Wayne?

Help... help.

Wayne?

Get your shoes on. Something's wrong over there.

It's a lucky thing for you two

you didn't make it inside.

Any idea what set it off?

Yeah, probably this.

That's my jewelry.

The bracelet.

Consider that a loan.

I'm going to need that as evidence

in the trial of Wayne Tucker...

If he survives.

You found that on Wayne?

Well, we pulled him out of that rehearsal hall

and that jewelry was on him, yes.

But he couldn't have stolen it.

He was genuinely concerned about our robbery.

Jennifer, forgive me.

But when we have a case involving stolen jewelry

and you find the jewelry on someone at the scene

of the crime and that someone seems to have taken gas...

Forgive me...

but aren't you jumping to conclusions?

All right.

When and if the kid survives,

maybe he can say something to clear himself.

But unless and until that happens,

I'm going to treat him as the guilty party.

Excuse me, Lieutenant, can I talk to you for a minute?

Yeah, sure.

Darling... Doesn't seem possible, does it?

They were just married.

He was helping her work to put this all together

and then he wants to get rid of it all...

Take his own life? It doesn't add up.

You know, it is possible

a thief could have broken in there,

left the jewelry, tried to frame him

to close the case.

Mr. and Mrs. Hart?

Maureen.

I don't know how this happened,

but I do know Wayne and he is not a thief.

He said he found something in the files at Jingle-Grams.

Didn't he talk to you before this?

He did try to get in touch with us, yes.

I told him to call the police right away.

Okay, Mrs. Tucker, we're going to have to go downtown.

- What for? - Accessory will do.

We'd only bail her out.

Wouldn't it be easier if we guaranteed

that she'd be available to you?

All right, Jonathan, on behalf of the police department,

Merry Christmas. Available.

Merry Christmas, Lieutenant.

Jennifer: Good morning, Max.

- Morning. - Morning, Max.

How did you sleep, Maureen?

Okay, considering.

We called. Wayne's condition is...

Unstable, but he's still conscious.

We called, too.

If you don't like that, Maureen,

Max can make you something else.

Oh, no, this is fine.

But I still don't understand all this.

If Wayne stole to get my ballet company started,

wouldn't he have mentioned it to me?

Not if he didn't do it.

We don't think he did do it.

But the police have given our house

and your rehearsal hall a thorough going-over,

and they won't reopen the case.

Maureen, did Wayne say anything to you about what he saw

in the Jingle-Gram files?

No, just that he was suspicious.

How did you and Wayne wind up working

for the Jingle-Gram people?

We saw their ads in newspapers.

You just came in off the street?

Off the street.

Max, could I see the paper?

Jennifer: What are you thinking?

I'm thinking that we might give Jingle-Grams a little visit.

Miss Hopkins: Sorry, our people don't work naked.

I suggest you call "Rent-a-Nude."

Help you...?

Bless you.

We read your ad in the papers.

We'd like to become Jingle-Gram performers.

We're very talented.

Yes. I can do Cary Grant.

"Oh, I love you, my darling, yes, I do."

Go ahead and do some Cary Grant for me.

Is anything available?

Well, it's the height of the season

and we can put you on the reserve list.

Names?

Uh, La Fong.

Carl and Portia La Fong.

Just fill this out and give it to me.

Oh.

Ah-choo!

- Bless you, ladies. - Jennifer: Oh, dear.

Thank you.

Are you sure there isn't anyone else we should see?

Mr. Billingsley?

Oh, well, he's not back yet.

Oh.

Is there a ladies' room around?

It's just down the hall. Here's the key.

Oh, thank you.

This form, do you put the first names last?

Some people do, then the last name in the middle, or...

What does it say?

It says put the last name where the... I can't tell.

No, no, no. Look, look, look.

"La Fong" goes here.

You put my name

where my phone number's supposed to be.

Oh! That's my last form.

Wait. I'll go and get some more from Mr. Billingsley's office.

Well, that's all right. You don't have to, honestly.

Come back. It's okay. We'll come back another day.

No, it's all right.

Just fill in your name any place.

And take these.

You mean that we're booked?

We can always use a backup "King Kong and Fay Wray."

A backup King Kong and Fay Wray.

Oh, that's much better.

If our regular team is booked, and we need another team,

you go to bat.

Now, just make sure he beats his chest

and you scream.

We take this and attach it

to your form for a reference.

Now, here's your little script.

But you two remember, he beats his chest

and you... Both: God bless you.

Turn up anything in there?

It's what I didn't turn up.

The file for Christmas Day is missing.

And the rest of December and January

doesn't exist.

Well, with Christmas only a week away

and that being their busiest season,

the "La Fongs" are bound to get a call.

Unless, of course, Jingle-Grams

is in a different kind of business.

Well, what do you think, Max?

Mr. and Mrs. H., it's gorgeous.

Both: Thanks.

Max: You know, I sat by the phone all day

ready to take a call for Mr. and Mrs. La Fong.

I'm afraid you struck out.

I know.

Mrs. H., do you think a lot of these

Jingle-Gram people were involved, or only a few?

Oh, that's hard to say.

Maureen and Wayne weren't, if you want my opinion.

I'm sorry, Mrs. H.

The police and a jury don't want opinions.

They want facts, facts, facts.

You know, if they want facts,

maybe we should give them some.

How?

What do you mean?

Wayne and Maureen created a diversion.

They came into our house, and we were robbed.

Now, suppose we staged a party

and left some beautiful item for them to steal.

Maybe we could flush them out of the woodwork again.

Great.

But we need to have a house.

We couldn't use this one. They already know it.

I spoke to Johnny Windhurst's butler.

Johnny is skiing in Aspen.

His house will be empty for a week.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

All right, we have the house.

Now, how about the diversion?

Max, you are going to give a great big party.

It'll be my pleasure.

And you know what we can do, is we can make sure

that the first-string gorilla and Fay Wray are booked

so that when Max calls, he gets the gorilla and Fay Wray,

and we know who that is. That's us.

You sure you can get Johnny's house?

Mrs. H., we butlers are as thick as thieves.

So I've heard.

Max: The party is December 25th.

And I've heard about your Jingle-Gram players.

I told you,

Mr. Billingsley is handling Christmas Day.

And he says we're completely booked.

I am Pandro S. Cashman.

I intend to use the occasion to donate

to the Hollywood Museum the original Rosebud sled

used in the film "Citizen Kane"

valued at $100,000.

Excuse me, Mr. Cashman.

I'm Mr. Billingsley, the owner of Jingle-Grams.

Oh, glad to know you, sir.

How do you do?

We'd be happy to arrange anything you need.

Max: Oh, thank you, sir.

By the way, I happen to be an old movie buff

and I'd love it if your Jingle folks

would be Fay Wray and King Kong when they show up.

Why, certainly.

Miss Hopkins, would you get hold of the Norvos, please?

Oh, I booked the Norvos elsewhere.

But another couple applied for work,

and I gave them the costumes.

Oh, very good.

We'll make it a 4:00 performance then.

Nice meeting you, sir.

I'll call you about the details.

By the way, here's my card.

Oh, thank you.

Nice meeting you, sir.

Mr. Cashman.

I'll call the entertainers,

whoever they are, personally.

Yes, Mr. Billingsley.

Ah-ah... chew.

Bless you.

We're squeezing one more gala

into our Christmas festivities,

a sled worth $100,000.

Ooh, that sounds too good to pass up.

That's right.

Now I have to call these poor show folk

who will unwittingly create the diversion.

The La Fongs.

La Fongs...

They seem familiar.

What are you looking for?

So, getting their bracelet back

wasn't enough for them, huh?

They came in here looking for work

to set us up at a phony party.

Trying to get Wayne off the hook.

Yes, and us on the hook.

We call off our Christmas Day shopping spree?

We've been planning Christmas

for the last 364 days.

We'll not only steal the sled,

we'll make sure it's Mr. and Mrs. Hart's...

last Christmas.

Max: Of course, moviegoers saw Rosebud burn.

But this is still Rosebud.

How? Movie magic.

They still had another scene to shoot

with the sled in it after Rosebud was burned.

So they built this one.

And now this is

the one and only existing Rosebud.

Well, it looks like Max has effectively set the trap.

Wasn't it nice of Mrs. Langworth to loan us Rosebud?

Hmm. Let's just hope that the bait that he left

at the Jingle-Grams office is also effective.

Thank you.

- Sir? - Oh, thank you.

Oh, hello, Lieutenant. Having fun?

Now, how can I have fun when I'm supposed to be

looking for a crime that isn't gonna happen?

You just keep your eye on Rosebud during our recital.

Your recital?

Now, that's a crime.

All right, darling. We go on soon.

You better put your head on.

Give me a hand with this, will you?

Okay.

- You know I'm "ape" over you. - Oh, that's cute.

How would you like to meet me on top of the Empire State Building?

Would you quit?

There's a side room next to the living room.

I'll go over there and wait for two minutes,

then I'll come out and start chasing you around the house.

All right. Just make it look good.

We want all eyes to be on us and not the sled.

Have I ever had any trouble chasing you before?

How about giving me an ape kiss?

Would you get out of here?

Go.

Jennifer, I just got a phone call from the hospital.

Wayne came to and told one of my men

that it was the head of Jingle-Grams

who tried to kill him.

Billingsley?

I've got to tell Jonathan right away.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

They got the police here.

We're facing an attempted murder charge.

How do we get out of here?

Take it easy. We're waiters.

Just head for the kitchen.

I'm sorry, pal, but I go this alone.

And he said, "Wobble it a bit, I'm getting it all."

Mr. Cashman?

Oh, pardon me for a moment.

I just spoke to Lieutenant Warren.

Wayne came to in the hospital

and said it was Billingsley that tried to kill him.

So that changes things around a bit.

Now our thief is wanted for attempted murder.

Be careful. I'm gonna warn Jonathan.

Stop that.

I just talked to Lieutenant Warren.

He said that Wayne came to in the hospital

and said it was Billingsley that tried to kill him.

You still want to go through with this?

Uh-huh.

All right.

Help! King Kong!

Ooh! Enough, enough, enough.

You can put me down now.

Sutton: Shut up or you're dead.

You're not Jonathan.

Help!

Help me!

Oh, somebody help me!

Oh, help! Help! Whoa!

Ah! No, help!

Help! Stop! No!

How did you get changed so fast?

Yeah, where's your gorilla suit?

Where's Jennifer?

Hey, he's got Mrs. H.

Out. Out!

Come on, move.

Let's go.

We won't be long.

Sit down.

Sit down!

Passports?

Are we going somewhere?

I am.

You're going nowhere... ever.

Lousy... cash.

Ow.

Jonathan!

This is my Christmas toddy.

Two of these, and you'll really see

flying reindeer.

- Thanks, Max. - Thanks, Max.

And what happened to the Harts?

Mr. and Mrs. H.!

Stop nibbling on that turkey until I carve it!

Would you mind seeing who's at the door?

I got to watch the bird, otherwise we'll wind up

dining on just giblets and squash.

Okay, Max.

Both: Ho, ho, ho.

We're the folks from Jingle-Gram.

And just for a start,

we want you to know this performance comes

straight from the heart.

Ho, ho, ho.

♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a Happy New Year ♪

From Max, Freeway and Mr. and Mrs. Hart.

♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ Straight from the heart. ♪

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

Ho-ho-ho...

- Jonathan: Ho-ho! - Jennifer: Oh!

Ho, ho, ho.

Mmm.