Original subtitles

♪ ♪

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.

[WHIMPERS]

♪ ♪

JENNIFER: Oh, Jonathan, what a lovely day.

JONATHAN: It certainly is, darling.

JENNIFER: I know this is gonna be the best Christmas ever.

[HICCUPS]

A little too much Christmas cheer?

Well, a little too much for 11:00 in the morning.

Ah, I thought that was a pretty terrific gimmick.

Buy a Christmas tree

and get all the grog you can drink free.

I don't know.

I still prefer my Christmas cheer

in front of the fireplace, after dark.

That's why I come down the chimney every night.

[LAUGHS]

♪ ♪

Wh... This isn't the way home.

Just sit tight.

I beg your pardon.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, now this is perfect.

You've got the girl,

you got the place.

Now, all you need is popcorn and a doub...

[HICCUPS]

Double feature.

[CHUCKLES]

Believe it or not, this is business.

I, uh... I have to see a man about a horse.

Okay.

Mr. Hart.

[SIGHS]

What have you got, Norman?

You're four minutes late, Mr. Hart.

Don't you think we're overdoing this a bit?

We could meet in some place that's more comfortable.

The Polo Lounge, for instance.

I'm an investigator, Mr. Hart.

I'm on a case. Your case, to be specific.

You're also on my payroll.

Any new leads?

Someone's been stealing the designs

from your toy company, Mr. Hart.

Well... that confirms our suspicions.

Any idea who it is?

Not yet.

Are you familiar with this?

Yeah.

Yeah, you think it's your Randy Racehorse, don't you?

It's not Randy Racehorse.

It's Pamela Palomino.

TheirPamela Palomino.

Yep, you got a leak all right.

Who manufactures this?

[CHUCKLES]

If only the game was that easy.

We're dealing with a dummy corporation.

Just give me another couple days on the case,

I'll get close enough to tell you

what kind of aftershave they're wearing.

Okay, Norman.

You call me when you get something definite.

We don't call, Mr. Hart.

We contact.

♪ ♪

Merry Christmas.

Christmas?

[SNICKERS]

Did your horse come in?

Never left the gate.

Oh.

Norman Culp wanted to fill me in

about the leak at Hartoy.

Did he have any news for you?

We don't call, lady. We contact.

Tough game. Tough game.

["THE STREETS OF CAIRO" MYSTERIOUSLY PLAYING]

[YELPS]

Damn toys!

I don't remember...

[GROANS]

[HONKING]

[DISTANT HONKING]

♪ ♪

Is he...?

Very.

STANLEY: I think we can safely assume that Norman Culp came to

his death at the hands of another.

Uh... The... The coroner reported finding

very large traces of "curarer."

Curare.

"Curarer."

Curare.

Stanley, that's a poison.

Yes, a poison. Very deadly.

JONATHAN: Maybe you did made a mistake

on hiring this guy.

Me? A mistake?

There is a leak, Stanley.

And somebody is obviously stealing our designs.

I understand, Mr. Hart, y...

But you should be imminently aware that I hired Mr. Culp

on the basis of his professional experience,

and not his...

charisma.

Well, obviously, he didn't charm someone.

Yeah, he was getting close, though.

Quite.

JENNIFER: I can believe

someone stealing a few plans for some toys, but...

not murdering someone.

It's not just a few toys, Mrs. Hart.

Uh, systematically,

over the past 20 months,

someone has been trying

to drive our company into the ground.

You have to keep in mind what's at stake here.

One toy, a hot item, could be worth millions.

So, what you're saying is that it's bad for business.

You said it, Mrs. Hart.

Oh, no, Stanley, you said it.

What we need...

is someone to get into Hartoy.

Someone whose...

presence is taken for granted.

Someone who might even

get them to open up.

Someone who could catch them off guard.

Sounds like a job for Vern and Edna.

♪ ♪

JONATHAN: Now, would you look at this? Look, look.

JENNIFER: Oh! Oh, honey,

just keep going.

Huh.

Uh. Mr. Hart's friends from out of town are here.

JENNIFER: Oh, Vernon! This is goin' on for so long.

I don't know if I can stand it.

The suspense is killin' me!

Vernon! Oh, please.

He'll be ready to see you in a minute,

Mr. and Mrs. Swan...

BOTH: Dumper!

Ah. Yes.

JONATHAN: Look at this, will you?

Would you get a load of this?

JENNIFER: Oh! You got it!

JONATHAN: Ain't that good?

I knew I'd beat this thing.

I had all the faith in the world in you.

How do you do?

Oh, howdy. I'm Vern Swandumper.

This is my wife, Edna.

Hi. Hello.

I'm, uh, Sam Girard. How do you do?

Mr. Hart warned me that you were coming.

Oh! Well, we don't get out this way much.

Fact is, we don't get out much at all.

[ALL LAUGH]

Well, you know, with all this

highfalutin technology,

I think it's better to end up playing with the toys

before they wind up playing with us.

Know what I mean, honey? Oh, Vernon!

[BOTH LAUGH]

Isn't he a stitch?

I know what you mean. [SIGHS]

Well, why don't I show you around?

You can see what's new.

That would be neighborly of you.

Yeah.

Yes.

WOMAN: Oh, wait a minute, please.

Hm? Without these,

you'll set off every alarm in the building.

Oh! Oh!

She's right. I shouldn't forget about these things.

Security has us wired to the teeth.

Now, look at that. Let's see.

Isn't that cute? Real nice.

Shall we give it another try?

[BEEPING]

JONATHAN: Bye-bye!

JENNIFER: Well...

Up this elevator is...

Oh!

[LAUGHS] Hello.

What do you think of this cool job?

Oh, look at this, honey.

Well, shoot!

[ALL LAUGH]

[BEEPING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Uh, right this way.

Uh, this is our chief engineer, Eric Palmer.

Oh, well, how do you do?

Hello. Sure is good to meet you.

How do you do, Mr. Palmer?

How you doin'? I'm fine.

Uh, Eric? Eric, these are, uh...

Uh, well, they distribute Hartoy products to half of America.

We sure do!

I see. SAM: Mr. Hart

requested that we give them personal attention.

Oh, of course. Of course. I'd be, uh, delighted.

What are you workin' on here, Mr. Palmer?

Well, this is, uh...

[LAUGHS NERVOUSLY]

Uh, this is... Robbie.

Oh, well, isn't he cute? Robbie.

Vernon, look at that.

Hold this for me, will ya, honey?

You know that's a toy robot?

It sure is.

Well, he's much more than a toy.

Oh, it's a programmable computer.

With this remote control you can program up to 20 moves.

He's not quite finished yet. Uh, a few more days...

SAM: Next Christmas,

he'll be so hot, he'll gift-wrap himself.

Oh!

Um, excuse me. I...

Uh, if you really want to

keep up with the latest developments,

I hope you come to Robbie's trial run.

Oh, we'd be delighted.

I've already held hands. I don't see how I could refuse.

Vernon, would you quit.

Uh, will you excuse me for just one moment?

Sure thing, Sammy.

Ahem. Thank you.

Honey, what will they think of next?

Oh, Vernon. I don't wanna think.

Huh.

[BEEPING]

What kind of a way is that to behave

when Mr. Hart's friends are here?

I've got things to do.

I'm telling you, this ambulatory piece of plastic

better be ready soon.

I need another day.

You've needed another day for the last two weeks.

I need a prototype soon,

if we're gonna tool up in time

for next Christmas's production.

I said I need another day!

All right!

In the meantime, I wanna put

some sample games together for these clowns to take home.

Take care of it.

Yes, sir.

[DOOR BEEPING, OPENS]

♪ ♪

JENNIFER: Jonathan. You think we fooled them?

JONATHAN: So far. But we better be careful.

What do you think of Girard?

I think we ought to keep an eye on him.

I also think we ought to play this little game out

until the end of the tour and see what happens, don't you?

Yeah, I think you're right.

Then I think we should pack up our marbles and go home.

Marbles? We make marvelous sets for Chinese checkers.

Well, we just love to play Chinese checkers, don't we?

We sure do.

Oh, Sam.

You ought to play with old Vernon here.

Well, I'd, uh... I'd like nothing more.

Uh, sometime.

But first, why don't I finish showing you around?

And then I want to give you some

complimentary games and toys.

JONATHAN: I'm gonna tell old Johnny Hart

about you, get you a raise as soon as possible, Sammy.

JENNIFER: Oh! You are the nicest person.

JONATHAN: Well, thank you.

♪ ♪

[SIGHS]

Well, Robbie...

Mr. and Mrs. Hart thought they were gonna fool us.

[CHUCKLES]

We're just gonna have to fool them.

Yeah, we're gonna have to give them...

everything they ever wanted for Christmas.

Plus a little more.

♪ ♪

Listen to this:

"Alien invaders.

"See if you can destroy the aliens

before they invade your planet and the souls of your family."

Are you sure these are children's toys?

Well, that's what I thought

until I tried to read the instructions.

[BARKS]

[LAUGHS]

Do you wanna play too?

You know, I think we're in the wrong business.

We ought to go into batteries.

[SNICKERS]

Here, Freeway, look at that.

Bonjour. My name is FiFi.

[LAUGHS] What's yours?

Okay.

Are you ready for a game of Do Re Mi?

The company record is 40 sequences.

Oh. What do I get if I win?

A false sense of pride.

Oh. Thank you very much.

Do you accept this challenge before or after dinner?

I think that you're probably

going to need dinner to heal the wounds of battle.

Besides... it isn't ready yet.

Max is in there meditating.

Meditating? Mm-hm.

Are you kidding? No.

He found a new mechanic for the car. She's teaching him.

Now, how do we do this?

Um... we each take turns,

match up the colors.

Ladies first.

[BEEPING]

Huh.

Uh, you two couldn't wait until Christmas morning, huh?

How was your, uh, meditation, Max?

I don't know, Mr. H.

I ain't so sure I'll know

when I'm at one with everything.

You better get at one with that dinner

before it reaches nirvana.

Right, Mrs. H.

[BEEPING]

How we doing? [DOG BARKS]

Well, so far, so good.

Remember, the company record is 40 sequences, huh?

How are you, big boy?

[PHONE RINGING]

MAX: Will you please grab that phone for me, Mr. H?

Uh... Keep going.

Hello.

Oh, yes, Stanley.

Yeah, I was there all afternoon.

Very impressive.

[BUZZES]

MAX: Ow!

[POT LID CRASHES IN KITCHEN]

Merry Christmas.

I did have the feeling that Sam Girard was anxious

to give me the 5-cent tour and get rid of me.

Bonjour. Arf! Arf!

♪ ♪

[YELPS, WHIMPERS]

Oh, my God. Jonathan?!

Yeah, we had a little blow-up, Stanley.

Someone tried to end the game...

permanently.

[TRAIN WHISTLES]

[INSTRUMENTAL "JINGLE BELLS" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Mr. Brent.

You wanted to talk to me.

Are you surprised?

After what you did?

I'm sorry that Mr. and Mrs. Hart

are still alive.

I'm sorry it didn't work!

It was very stupid of you, Eric.

Trying to ruin the Harts' Christmas that way.

And what happens when they trace that toy back to you?

And then, possibly to me?

I had to try something!

I mean, Robbie is almost perfected!

And I didn't want anything to hurt him.

And the Harts are too close to uncovering this whole thing!

Quiet!

You're a bit shaky, Eric.

You seem to be losing your self-control.

No. This whole thing is just getting...

too risky.

You're not thinking of...

backing out on our agreement?

No.

No.

No, Mr. Brent.

No.

That would be very stupid, Eric.

W...

[CLEARS THROAT]

What do you want me to do now?

Just keep the Harts in the dark long enough

for me to get the plans to that robot.

That's easier said than done.

That dime-store detective was only one step behind us.

Well, now he's out of step.

I may have rigged that snake,

but you're just as guilty as I am.

If it will salve your conscience, my boy,

I accept full responsibility.

Hm.

And as you can see...

I've kept my end of the deal.

♪ ♪

I want the robot.

Oh, and, there's an awful lot of money there, my boy.

Don't put it all on the utilities.

They're a bad investment.

♪ ♪

Hello, Stanley. Hi, Stanley.

Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Hart.

It's nice you're still in one piece.

Thank you.

Darling, would you show

Stanley what we found?

Oh, yes. Uh...

Stanley, you have any idea what that is?

Microphone?

No. It's a transmitter.

Someone slipped it in my pocket.

And I found it.

What were you doing with

your hand in his pocket, Mrs. Hart?

Well, I...

Oh, uh... Um... Maybe I should, uh,

call security about this.

Well, obviously my visit aroused more suspicions than we thought.

Perhaps it would be best not to rely on an in-house operation.

JONATHAN: Stanley, how quickly could you

clear someone through security?

A request from this office?

Matter of minutes.

What did you have in mind?

We have some housecleaning to do.

♪ ♪

Are you sure you got the ashtrays perfectly clean?

Mr. Girard is very finicky.

Lady. They're as clean

as a baby's keister.

I don't think I've seen you around here before.

You must have friends in high places

to get security clearance so quickly.

It's my karma.

I vibrate in sympathy with the universe.

Pardon me.

Good morning, Miss Driscoll.

Good morning, Mr. Girard.

DRISCOLL: Sam, you look tense. Is something wrong?

Oh, no. The Harts pay us an incognito visit.

They practically get killed by one of our toys.

But everything's just hunky-dory.

Come on, darling.

You shouldn't let Mr. Hart intimidate you.

I've done everything I could to find that leak.

I helped put in our new security system.

I've gone over every new application.

[SIGHS]

Hart is right. We do have a problem.

But damned if I can find it.

[SIGHS] You've got to relax.

How does this feel?

[MOANS]

I know that in business

Mr. Hart is a very important person.

But in every other way,

you're twice the man he is.

♪ ♪

Sounds like Girard is clean.

He's really disturbed that you were set up by someone.

Thanks, Max. See you later.

SAM: May I be the first

to congratulate you on your disguises.

You could have fooled the FBI, the CIA,

and the KGB, to boot.

[CHUCKLING] Thanks.

[BEEPS]

[QUIET MUSIC PLAYS]

Is something the matter, Mr. Hart?

Well, either I'm falling in love with you, Sam,

or I'm hearing music.

I must be falling in love with Sam too.

[CHUCKLES]

Since glass vibrates as we talk,

I've had it jammed with music.

People can bug windows too.

Just part of the new precautions.

With so much security, I find it hard to believe

a leak is possible.

Just trying to keep on my toes.

Your diligence is most appreciated.

I'm happy you feel you can trust me, Mr. Hart.

I've gone through your reports

on projects and development.

Robbie the Robot is obviously

the hottest item.

We better keep a close eye on him.

I will, sir.

♪ ♪

Remember, Mr. Hart,

anything I can do, day or night.

I'll call you, Sam. Thank you.

Bye-bye. Bye, Mrs. Hart.

You've got a terrific boss there.

Take care of him.

I do my best.

Thank you.

[SIGHS] [DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[STARTS CAR]

[CAR POPPING]

Can you believe this?

Something's wrong with the car.

Think I'd better pull it off the road.

We're not out of gas.

It must be the alternator.

I'll take a look.

What is it?

We've been sabotaged.

What?

This is some kind of a timer.

Shorted out our whole electrical system.

Do you hear that?

[ENGINE WHIRRING]

Oh, look.

Isn't that one of those toy planes?

What do they call them?

Well, those are radio-controlled.

Oh, yes. It's cute.

[WHIRRING GROWS LOUDER]

Let's get back to the car.

Huh? Something wrong?

I don't know.

I don't know. Maybe nothing.

Some toy.

♪ ♪

Let's get away from the car.

But it's good shelter.

And it's full of gasoline.

Did you get a good look at that plane?

Close enough.

It's a fighter, but with bombs.

Come on.

You stay here. I'm gonna try something.

Jonathan.

Just stay here and stay low.

Watch out! He's coming back!

Hurry up!

Ho!

[EXHALES] What made you think of the garage opener?

Well, it had to be good for something.

It never did work on the garage.

Whew.

♪ ♪

Mr. Hart, Mrs. Hart, what happened?

We had a little trouble canceling a flight.

Stanley. I have to get in touch

with an electronics expert.

What about that old drinking buddy of yours?

Uh, Bob Hayword?

Sure. Uh, Bob designed the missile guidance system

for the Voyager mission.

Can you get ahold of Bob now?

Absolutely.

As a matter of fact, Bob and I were gonna hit

a few of the new wave joints tonight.

New wave, Stanley?

I like to keep up to the minute, Mrs. Hart.

JONATHAN: Hate to crimp in your style, Stanley,

but could you have Bob at the house at 8:00 tonight?

I'd be more than happy to.

Uh... Sorry you missed your plane.

Hey, what's happening at our house at 8:00 tonight?

First a little burglary, then a little forgery.

Oh. 'Tis the season.

♪ ♪

[SENSOR BEEPS]

I promised Mr. Hart that brainchild of yours

would be in working order by tomorrow.

Will you calm down. He's all finished.

I'm just about ready to lock him up.

Good. I'll phone Mr. Hart.

I want a demonstration

first thing tomorrow morning.

[SENSOR BEEPS]

[SENSOR BEEPS]

[SENSOR BEEPS]

[BEEPS]

[SENSOR BEEPS]

Hey, Max, uh, you're sure nobody

saw you take these blueprints?

Everything went like clockwork, Mr. H.

Girard gave me the combination,

and the lead tube worked like a charm.

It's pretty exciting.

The last time I swiped anything, I was 5 years old.

And I got caught.

Max. What are you looking at?

I'm meditating.

My meditation.

I want to see if my aura has changed.

[QUIETLY] Oh.

[DOORBELL RINGS] I'll get it.

Is that Hayword?

Yeah.

Hello.

Good evening.

Hello, Bob. Thanks for coming.

Hi, Mr. Hart. Nice to see you again.

JONATHAN: Max, can you get us some coffee?

Certainly, Mr. H.

I need your help with these plans.

All right.

You're Stanley's drinking buddy?

Bob Hayword?

Oh, well, it's Roberta, actually.

Bob's what I got after working with the guys for six years.

Oh.

BOB: Let's see now.

An RF-controlled sequence motor.

A robot.

A toy robot.

And a voice capsule.

[CHUCKLES] Oh.

It's adorable.

Well, what I need is some alterations on the basic plan,

and on the voice capsule as well.

Anything you say, Mr. Hart.

MAX: Pardon me, Mrs. H.

Can I see you for a moment?

Uh, yes. Excuse me.

Yes, Max?

I want you to try something new. Completely organic.

Oh.

Old Bob sure has got some fine lines, huh?

[CHUCKLES]

I thought you were on the road to enlightenment.

When do you have to return the blueprints?

At the crack of dawn.

They're giving the demonstration first thing in the morning.

I guess a custodian's work is never done.

Uh-huh.

Well, how do you like it?

I think we better get a pizza.

Oh.

Sausage or pepperoni?

Mm. Hm-hm-hm.

It worked like a Swiss watch, Mr. H.

I put the plans that Bob Hayword altered back in the safe.

Well, that's great, Max.

Now, hurry on home and have an eggnog.

Well, it's done.

Yeah, now whoever steals those blueprints

and makes that robot...

they're gonna be in for quite a surprise. [CHUCKLES]

♪ ♪

See, uh... Uh, this is a

A prototype of the model we'll manufacture.

Now...

[CLEARS THROAT]

Excuse me... And now I-in the back

I've inserted a special voice capsule

for demonstration purposes.

You see.

Well, I'm ready.

Wind it up.

I'm now programming him.

See, with this...

I can make him move forward,

I can make him turn left,

I can make him turn right,

I can make him turn around completely,

and I can ma...

Uh. Well, uh...

[CLEARS THROAT]

This should give you an idea of what...

Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Robbie.

You are about to see some amazing feats

never seen before.

Watch carefully as I perform

wonder after wonder.

♪ ♪

[LAUGHS] That's fantastic.

You know, if you could make one of those things

that could cook better than Max,

you'd really have something.

[SENSOR BEEPS]

[BEEPS]

[SENSOR BEEPS]

[GASPS]

[SENSOR BEEPS]

[DOOR OPENS]

Oh. It's you.

What are you doing here?

What...?

What did you think,

I was gonna run out on you or something?

Uh, listen, I made a deal.

I mean, you got me into this,

but, uh... But, you know, I'll... I'll... I'll make good.

Uh, but that's it.

All right?

Um, a-after that, uh, I'm through.

Um...

Could I have the plans, please?

[SCREAMS]

♪ ♪

How about these, honey?

Oh, good.

Ooh.

Oh, darling, look...

By the way, did you get, uh,

you-know-who his you-know-what?

[BARKS]

I think you-know-who is wise to you-know-what.

I think so too.

It's getting pretty late.

You two are gonna miss your sentry duty.

Do you really think it's worthwhile,

us going back there tonight?

I think whoever killed Eric and stole those plans,

I think when they find out that we tampered with them,

they'll come back.

All right. I'll go get my jacket.

♪ ♪

JENNIFER: You know, I'm beginning to get used to these stakeouts.

JONATHAN: Well, I certainly hope so.

JENNIFER: Although I must admit,

this is a lot more comfortable than the last one.

JONATHAN: Sure can't argue that.

[POURING WINE]

Tell me... why did you choose red?

Well, it was either red or white.

And I thought "stakeout" had "steak" in it.

Hm.

Cheers.

[SENSOR BEEPS]

[WHISPERING] Shh. Someone's coming.

Oh.

I left the gun over in the toy-display section.

[WHISPERS] Wait a minute. Jonathan.

Get back here.

Stand right there.

Who are you?

Well...

Walter Brent.

At least this explains why your toy-company profits

were so high the last quarter.

Yes, Jonathan, it does.

I suppose I should say thank you.

I'd settle for goodbye.

Jonathan, you've tampered with

the blueprints for that robot.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Yes, well, let's, uh, take a walk back to the safe.

Perhaps the trip will jar your memory.

♪ ♪

One more step in that direction,

and it will be your last one.

Put that on.

You certainly know your way around.

Jonathan, I will kill you if I have to.

[SENSOR BEEPS]

[SENSOR BEEPS]

Roseanne? [GASPS]

Oh. Mrs. Hart.

You scared the daylights out of me.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry. Uh...

Uh, look, I know this seems odd,

but, uh...

there's a man in there named Walter Brent,

and he's got Jonathan with him.

What are you doing in an elf suit with that gun?

And what are you talking about?

This man, Walter Brent...

he's been stealing plans from the company.

Now he's got a gun in there,

and he's pointing it at Jonathan.

What is wrong with this telephone? Doesn't it work?

Isn't there another one around here?

Oh! Oh.

That's enough, Mrs. Hart.

I do understand what you've been saying, Jonathan,

and I will give you credit for some fancy footwork.

But unfortunately, this time

you seem to have put your foot in it.

[SENSOR BEEPS]

Well, if it isn't Santa's little helper.

I tried to get the gun from her, but...

Did you get the plans?

Mr. Hart would have us believe

that he had nothing to do

with those alterations.

Sam Girard's heart would break

if he knew you were involved in this.

I think it was Eric who was all broken up.

He went to pieces over you, didn't he?

Did you kill Eric?

You are a worthy adversary, Mr. Hart.

You were the one that slipped the microphone in my pocket

the day I went to get my security badge.

It's a shame you found it so quickly.

I told you there was something

about her that bugged me.

I want the plans, Jonathan. Now.

And this time... the right ones.

I'm sorry. But the number you have reached

is not in service.

Please hang up and dial again,

or check with the operator.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Oh, yeah. It's very amusing, I'm sure.

[CHUCKLES]

And if I don't get the right plans right now...

that will be your last laugh.

I made the changes on the original blueprint.

Well, then I'll take the prototype.

He's in the safe.

Then get him.

♪ ♪

[BEEPS]

I'll take that.

Uh, let me make sure that he's the right one.

There were several test models around.

Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Robbie.

You are about to see some amazing feats

never seen before.

Watch carefully as I perform wonder after wonder.

[ALARM WAILING]

[GRUNTING]

Give the gun back to him, Mr. Hart.

Darling... is that the gun I was looking for?

I warn you, I won't hesitate to use this.

I think she means it, darling.

It's not loaded.

That trick won't work, Mr. Hart.

[POP]

[LAUGHS]

You shouldn't play with guns.

They're not toys, you know.

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Ah-ah-ah. It's still only Christmas Eve.

You're not supposed to open that until the morning.

Oh.

You know I can never wait until morning.

Go get it, Freeway.

[BARKS]

He didn't have to wait.

Well, some people are just lucky.

Shall I turn the lights on?

Ahh.

What?

You are so beautiful.

[GIGGLES] Oh.

Ho-ho-ho.

See you later, Mrs. H, Mr. H.

[LAUGHS]

Hey Max. Where are you going?

I'm doing a gig at an orphanage tonight.

Oh, that's great.

You ought to be the only kids'

Santa Claus with karma.

Merry Christmas, Max.

Same to you, folks. Ho-ho-ho.

[FREEWAY BARKS]

Ladies and gentlemen,

my name is Robbie.

You are about to see some amazing feats

never seen before.

I can thrill you.

All you have to do is press the right buttons.

Merry Christmas, my darling.

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