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(Dramatic music)

(upbeat music)

This is the busiest
we've been in years.

- I just hope Santa has
enough gas in his sleigh.

(Laughs)

- I really need you

to get your productivity
up this year, Elly, okay?

- Yes, I understand, thank you.

- Okay.
- I'm sorry.

- Have you seen these?

They're new this year.

Kids are gonna love 'em.

- Elfette.

You have our new wrapping
paper design ready?

It's go time.

- Yes ma'am, I have
some shimmering wreaths,

I have some reindeer,
some snowmen.

- Okay, let's go wit this one.

Really, great work.

- Great.

I have some new ones
I wanted to go over--

- Maybe next year.

I need 50 rolls by yesterday.

- Okay.

(Sighs)

Done.

Computer: 50 copies printing.

(Mystical music)

(laughs)

(calm music)

- I could help you
with that if you want.

(Sighs)

- (gasps) You broke it!

Now I'm gonna need a new
flugel blocker to fix it.

- Oh, I love your paints.

- Elfette, why can't you stay

at your wrapping paper station?

Do your job.

- Right, sorry.

(Groaning)

- Oh!

Oh, Elfette.

Oh, you're such a joy.

And so sweet and bright.

- Thanks, Elly.

Lately I've been feeling
a little out of place.

- Oh, you're made for
big things, you know.

It can get a little stuffy
in here from time to time.

- I know what you mean.

- A little space to clear
your head might be nice.

- Thanks, Elly.

Have a good one.

And tell Elfus I said hi for me.

- Oh, yes.

(Laughs)

- Mm-hmm.

(Dramatic music)

Man: JoyTech Brands
has developed

an entirely new
class of product.

This holiday season, JoyTech
presents the Pencil Phone Z.

- It's a pencil and a phone.

- I was gonna write you a
letter but I decided to call.

Man: Press the eraser to
search on the internet.

- Pency, where's the
closest petting zoo?

- Hey Pency, navigate to the
nearest eye doctor please.

Man: Its nano magnetic
graphite technology

keeps you in touch

while touching the hearts
of people you love.

- Hey Pency, call Grandma.

- Hello, dearie.

- I miss you, Grandma.

- Come visit so you can have
some of my bologna casserole.

Man: This year,
we are introducing Pencil Phone Z Grande.

It's 36 times the size
of Pencil Phone Z.

- Mommy.

I want one.

- Well, that sounds
like a question

for Santa Claus.
- Santa Claus.

(Phone ringing)

Man: More Pencil Phones!

- More Pencil Phones?

Got it.

We need another
3,000 Pencil Phones.

Hurry it up, elves.

- (Sighs) Florida here I come.

(Calm music)

(ominous music)

- JoyTech stock are predicted
to plummet 28 % in December

if nothing is done.

- Our company can't do
another year of this.

- (Sighs) The Pencil
Phone is a hit.

Every man, woman, and child,

anyone who's
breathing wants one.

Let me tell you all something.

If you expect holiday
bonuses this season,

you will (smacks) fix this!

- Look, sales projections
for the Pencil Phone

were cut in half by
Santa and his elves.

Simply put, we
just can't compete

with the North
Pole or generosity.

- Generosity.

And just what exactly
are you proposing?

That we just
eliminate Santa Claus?

(Laughs)

Ridiculous.

- Actually, Mrs. Coalbottom,

that's exactly
what I'm proposing.

(Snaps) Send him in.

I'd like to introduce
you to the head

of our new waste
management branch.

- Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

I look forward to, uh,

(Snickers)

cleaning some things
up around here, huh?

(Laughs)

(dramatic music)

- I know, right?

Can you believe how much
eggnog she had last night?

Georgie: Special
delivery for Mrs. Claus.

- Mm-hmm, yeah.

Yeah, can you believe that?

She was like all up
in Santa's sleigh.

- Can I help you?

(Georgie laughs)

(elf screams)

(dramatic music)

- Where's the big guy?

- Please, please.

(Laughs)

Please, please.

(Phone beeping)

- Come on, Sparkle, answer.

(Upbeat music)

- Two peppermint tinsel mojitos.

- Oh, thank you.
- Thank you.

- You're very, very welcome.

- (Sighs) This is the life.

I don't think I'm
ever going back.

Santa: Ho ho ho!

Ho ho ho!

Ho ho ho!

- Santa?

Ugh. He doesn't know the
meaning of rest and relaxation.

- I think he needs a vacation.

Peppermint cheers!
- Peppermint cheers!

(Laughs)

- Sparkle, we need you, come on.

(Menacing laughs)

- You're not as smart
as you look, Santa.

Trace the number and
take care of him.

- Will do, boss.

Come on, you.

(Elfette sighs)

- I need to visit
you more often.

You get to see all these
beautiful locations.

- Just tell Elven
Resources you're interested

in traveling more.

- How is the vacation
committee going?

- The elfcationing department.

Yeah, yeah, it is so good.

Really, really good.

- That sounds nice.

- So, anyway, it's like the
busiest time up at the Pole.

How did you make this happen?

- Well.

(Upbeat music)

I used the same
designs as last year.

Nobody even noticed.

(Phone ringing)

Sebastian?

Why is she calling me?

Season's greetings,
this is Elfette.

- Elfette.

They've come for us.

The North Pole mafia is here.

They've taken Santa to New York.

You have to save Christmas!

Help us!

(Gasps)

- Holy glitter globes!
- Holy glitter globes!

We gotta go.

- So what happened to the elves?

Who's gonna deliver
the presents?

Where's Santa?

Oh, why, why me?

- It's all up to you, Elfette.

You're the only elf
that can do this.

- Nobody even knows who I am.

I'm just a wrapping
paper designer.

- Are you elfing serious?

Your father was a key proponent

in the ratification of
the Mistletoe Clause.

It's in your bells.

Hold on.

I have something
that might help.

Power born in purest snow,

the truest elf will only know.

Hold me close and I shall glow.

The sacred twinkle
I will bestow.

- Hold me close
and I shall glow?

(Sighs)

(gasps)

- I knew it.

I thought that might happen.

Go ahead.

Elfette: It's a belt.

- Not just any belt.

It was my mom's belt.

She was a descendant
of the Grand Elf Guild.

- The GEG.

Thought that was just a myth.

- She was one of our best.

- I'm sorry.

- Look.

Powdered penguin.

That will reenergize
your elfy twinkle.

A variety of glitter
puffs for escaping danger.

- Is this silver halide tinsel?

- For stretching time.

(Laughs)

And candy cane currency
that's accepted worldwide.

- I'm gonna try it on.

- Christmas is in your
hands now, Elfette.

- Well, you're coming with me.

- I'm committed to this mission.

I wish I could.

- Oh, the vacation committee.

Of course.

Well, I don't know how
I'm gonna get there.

Elves don't fly and I've never
driven a car, I don't think.

(Upbeat music)

(engine revving)

(ornaments jingling)

(motorcycle crashing)

(camera clicking)

- This is gonna be the
easiest gig of the year.

Elf stew.

What about an elf omelet?

Yes, yes.

Elf omelet.

There's just so many
ways to cook an elf.

But I wonder which is
the most delicious.

Phone: Boss is calling.

Boss is calling.

- Yeah, boss.

- What do you got for me?

- Listen to this.

Little Miss Sparkle
has a friend.

Don't worry, I'm onto these
two Christmas ornaments.

She might very
well be the brains

of this entire operation.

- Yeah, that's right, that's
where we traced the call.

All right, good.

Listen, I want no
loose ends on this,

so you're gonna tie this
situation up in nice little bow

and then you're gonna
collect your reward.

Capiche?

- But boss, boss, boss.

Listen to this.

I take a little elf and I mix
it with a garnish of nutmeg,

it brings out all the
flavors in my dish.

That little elf is
toast, literally.

- What?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Last year's Croaky Convention,

it gave me an
entire new outlook.

It inspired me.

- Quit horsing around.

Just get a gun and
shoot the thing!

- Barbaric.

You can't win Death of the
Year at the Croaky Awards

if you use a gunshot.

- Whatever.

Would you just do your job?

(Phone beeps)

- He doesn't understand us.

It's okay.

We're gonna get those elves.

(Carrot crunching)

- Look, friend,
minivan like that,

that's a chick magnet,
I'm telling you.

And for you, I'll
bring it down to 12,

but that's my final offer.

- Yo, first of all,
that ain't no minivan.

Second of all, if I pick
up my chick in that wimp?

Uh uh.

- Look, I know
the ladies like it

because I done made it myself back a couple times.
- Gross.

- I'll take it for 15.

- Whew, 15, shoot.

It's yours.

Look at that, friend,
that's how you do business.

I got 15 big ones
and you got nothing.

- No, you didn't check the bag.

- 15 candy canes?

Hey, wait!

Hey, hold on a sec!

(Laughs)

- He got played!

Okay.

(Upbeat music)

(calm music)

- This is all human food.

- All right, now what
can I get you, ma'am?

Oh, look at you.

You're a real.

Would you mind if I?

My sister loves Christmas,
she would never.

(Laughs)

I can't wait to show her that.

All right, sorry, now
what can I get for you?

- Do you have anything
with candy cane soy base?

- No, now you're not from
around here, are you?

- Reindeer nuggets.

Gumdrop souffle.

- Now let me tell
you what I got.

This is on the secret menu.

Pumpkin.

Peppermint.

Pancakes.

- I'll take that.

- Okay, you're gonna love it.

Now would you like the
preserves on those?

- Yes.

- Yes, you do, trust me.

All right, coming right up.

(Phone chimes)

- How does she
even know I'm here?

- I can never remember
which one's poison

and which one's peppermint.

They both got Ps!

- Hey, you got them
pancakes ready or what, man?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, coming up.

Let's not forget
the special sauce.

(Laughs)

- Okay, look what they got here.

Enjoy.

Think they mixed up a
special batch just for you.

(Clattering)

(Elfette sighs)

- Got to save Santa.

(Yawns)

- Oh, stuffed, huh?

Can I get you anything else now?

Maybe some coffee.

Elfette: Coffee?

- The hot stuff that
keeps you warm at night,

that warms your belly?

- I have powdered
penguin for that.

- Oh.

Oh, okay.

(Whooshes)

Huh.

Powdered what?

- (Groans) That was
definitely the peppermint.

- Do you even work here?

(Groans)

- Well, well, well.

We finally meet face to
face with Santa Claus.

You know, you're
a nice enough guy

but you're killing my
business this time of year.

Know what this is?

This is a Pencil Phone.

It goes for $999 a pop.

And the kids are buying
them up like candy.

What?

- Georgie?

That you?

(Laughs) You know, you was
always such a cute kid.

So full of imagination and...

Hope.

(Laughs)

- You think you know me?

You have no idea the
things I've done.

- Well, I know you're
not gonna hurt my elves.

Okay, your beef is with me.

- Well, that depends
on you, Santa.

See, right now you're eating
up all of our profits,

giving these little
babies away for free.

For free!

- For free.
- Shut up, you!

- That was rude.

- Now here's what
I need you to do.

I know you have a
gift machine somewhere

pumping these little babies out.

- (Laughs) Do I?

- You're gonna tell me
exactly where that machine is

or all of your elves are
gonna get a permanent...

Snow day.

- We're gonna have to put
you on the naughty list

for this, Little Georgie.

- Nobody calls me
Little Georgie!

(Laughs)

Shut up!

You got two seconds
to start talking.

¶ I'm wearing green,
you wearing red ¶

¶ We ride all day on a sled

¶ It's snowing outside,
I'm loving my ride ¶

¶ We going to New York City

- Wow.

A gas station.

Oh.

(Clattering)

(gasps)

(grunts)

My car won't go anymore.

This isn't working.

- Never pumped gas before?

What are you, from Jersey?

- No.

- What mall are you from?

- The North Pole.

- Huh, yeah.

Aren't we all?

Stick it in the hole.

- It's working!

Yes.

- You know, if
you're really serious

about this whole, uh, elf thing,

you should talk
to my boss, Barty.

He's over at the old
warehouse on 60th.

Works the night shift.

Tell him Blanche sent ya.

¶ When I'm on the field,
I do what I want ¶

¶ Tis the season to be jolly

¶ Fa la la la la la la la la

- I'll show Santa I'm more
than just a wrapping paper elf.

(Phone ringing)

Hello.

- Hey, how's it going?

- So I think I have a lead.

- (Laughs) That's great.

What kind of lead?

- There was this girl who
was dressed like an elf

but she was from the mall.

- Uh huh.

- Told me to go to this
old warehouse at night

to see this guy.

- Elfette, really?

(Sighs) Please be
careful out there.

Not everyone is made of sugar.

- Well, what are they made of?

- Coal.

(Elfette gasps)

(knuckles cracking)
(dramatic music)

(beeping)

(Clack)

- You're a very
special elf, Sparkle.

You aren't meant to
be at the North Pole.

You'll protect us
from other lands,

something our family
has done for centuries.

One day I'll be gone

and the responsibility
will fall to you.

- But why can't I be just
like you, on the front lines?

- Your destiny is to assist
and protect our kind, my love.

(Sparkle sighs)

(clears throat)

(rock music)

- All right.

Enjoy your present.

- I'll see at church.

- All right.

Hey, say hello to Jimmy for me.

- Yeah.

- Hey!

What are you doing?

Look, we are closed, missy.

- Hi.

I'm so sorry, I don't
mean to be any trouble.

I'm looking for Barty?

- Who?

Barty, Barty.

Oh, you mean Bartholomule.

- I think so.

- Well, do you have
an appointment?

- No.

I was actually sent
here by Blanche.

She's an elf too.

It's really important and I
haven't got a lot of time.

Please?

- All right, fine, follow me.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

Last time I'm doing this.

Need to build that
northern border wall.

Watch your step
there, twinkle toes.

So you're from the
North Pole, huh?

- Canada.

Eh?

- Right.

- Do you come here often?

- Well, actually I was
born right down there.

Well.

That's as far as I go.

Good luck.

- Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

Man: Yeah.

- (Mumbles) Now where did I
put those blasted schematics?

Yes.

That's right.

I must have left them
in the northeast wing.

Who goes there?

Good heavens!

(Sighs) I gave out
bonuses last week.

- Well, sir.

- Sir?

(Sighs)

The name's Bartholomule.

Good to meet you, yes.

Now I'm rather busy

and I must get back to trying
to find my mutton chops, okay?

Thank you.

- Well, my name is Elfette.

I'm the last elf of my kind.

- Your kind?

Oh.

Oh my knickers.

Is that a belt crafted
by Grand Elf Guild?

- Yes.

I'm on a secret mission.

To save Santa.

- A secret mission
to save Santa!

Well, why didn't you say so?

Listen, just wait right here.

Don't touch anything

and I'll be right back, yes?

Good.

(Ominous music)

(car beeps)

(gasping)

(glass shattering)

Elfette, Elfette!

Elfette.

I present to you
the most exquisite,

most magical artifact
of Christmas.

- I've heard spiders
are good luck.

- Oh, oh, sorry.

Wrong holiday.

That's the Spookometer.

My apologies.

I'll take that.

I'll be right back.

(Ominous music)

(gentle music)

(Elfette screams)

Oh no, sorry about that.

Yes, this is an invention,

well, that helps me find
my other inventions, yes?

- What is this?

- (Gasps) You found it!

All I found were, well,
these garlic croutons.

All right, yes.

The Twinkameter.

It embodies the Christmas
spirit and the sacred twinkle.

Built when Christmas
was nearly destroyed

by the dark elves centuries ago.

The GEG was assembled
and they used the power

to protect the
holiday ever since.

But it only works when
your heart is true

and your quest is noble.

- Hmm, looks like the
little elf has a new toy.

- Bartholomule,
how does it work?

- Oh, you'll figure it out.

Let the sacred twinkle
guide you, Elfette.

(Ominous music)

(beeps)

- Cold.

- It's getting really
chilly out here.

Yes.

- I really can't
thank you enough.

- Oh, my pleasure, Elfette.

Oh, what are those little
contraptions there on your back?

- Glitter puffs?

- Glitter puffs?

- Yeah.
- Fun.

May I?

- Sure.

- Oh, good heavens.

(Bangs)

(laughs)

- Wow!

Bartholomule: Unbelievable!

- I've actually never
used one of those before.

- I would not want to be on
the receiving end of that mess.

- Oh, no!

(Laughs)

- (sighs) Incredible.

Well, better get going, Elfette.

Christmas is nigh.

- I'm off like Santa's sleigh.

- Splendid.

- Thank you.

- Oh, and Elfette?

If you see my brother
on your travels,

let him know our tea time
is well overdue, yes?

- Sure.

- Excellent.

Now where did I put
those pesky mutton chops?

That's right, the
northeast wing!

(Coughing)

(dramatic music)

- This all makes sense now.

JoyTech with--

(radio crackling)

Go ahead.

Man: Does she have it?

- Yes, Elfette has
the Twinkameter.

JoyTech is off her trail for now

but there's an
assassin following her.

Man: How much time do we have?

- My eyes on the
inside have gone dark.

There may be a double
agent involved.

Man: Follow Elfette.

Don't let her get too far.

- Copy that, green leader.

I'm about done with
these reindeer games.

- (Laughs) Okay,
listen, Santy Claus.

We can make this a lot easier.

JoyTech is prepared to offer you

a very, very nice
retirement plan.

- Joy, love, giving.

You used to believe,
don't you remember?

- Do you ever listen
to yourself talk?

Do you expect me to
believe the garbage

you're trying to sell me?

- I can still feel the
twinkle within you, Georgie.

But it's dying.

(Georgie whistles)

- Go ahead.

Write down a number.

I'm a very reasonable man.

And my bosses are very generous.

What's it gonna cost us

to put all this free
present nonsense behind us?

(Santa laughs)

(Georgie laughs)

- I knew you'd come around.

You see, Roger?

Every man has their price.

(Laughs)

- Don't let the light inside
you burn out forever, Georgie.

There's still time.

- It's the present
you never got me.

Wait, no.

No, what the hell?

Cut the crap, Santa!

Go get Mrs. Claus.

Don't give him the money!

(Laughs)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Elfette.

There's been a change of plans.

- Sebastian.

I thought you were dead.

- There's no time to explain.

Report back to the
North Pole immediately.

- I'm so happy you're alive
but I don't understand.

- I found a way out of this.

- I can't.

I have to save Christmas.

I'm on my way to New York City.

- Elfette, we need you.

- I've...

I've gotta go.

¶ Dashing through the snow

¶ In a one horse open sleigh

¶ O'er the fields we go

- This trip would
be so much more fun

with somebody to sing with.

(Brakes squealing)

- Oh!

Hello, old girl.

Oh, an elf!

- Hello, sir.

Where are you headed?

- Well, I was up in
Yorkshire yesterday,

now that you mention it,

but I'm downright confounded
how I ended up here.

- Well, I'm headed to New
York if you wanted to--

- Yes, that'll do quite nicely.

- Oh, okay.

(Coughing)

- Excuse me, I believe
I picked up a bug

up in Westminster Abbey.

- Oh, well, I might be
able to help you with that.

- You don't say?

- Yeah.

So, car rules.

Absolutely no tickle juice.

And no putting your feet out
the window after 6:00 p.m.

- Oh, I can't
guarantee anything.

But I am fresh out
of tickle juice.

- Well, that's good.

Okay, ready?

- Indeed.

- By the way, I'm Elfette.

- Duey.

A pleasure.

- So you said you were lost?

- Well, a true
statesman is never lost.

He's precisely where
he means to be.

- That sounds a
lot like Gandalf.

- Gandalf, no,
never heard of him.

(Boings)

- Wait a minute, that's
literally Gandalf's pipe.

You've never seen
"Lord of the Rings"?

- "Lord of the Flies," yes,

directed by the
great Peter Brook.

- Anyway, where did
you say you were going?

- Oh, well, I'm
headed up to Mummy's

for the Christmas holiday.

- Well, that's nice.

- Oh!

Don't mind me, just putting a
little bit of tea into my pipe

for the flavor.

- Oh, okay.

(Pipe tapping)

- Mind if I sip a little bit

of a Shirley MacLaine
here while we drive?

- Hold on.

I have an idea.

- Oh.

- You should try a little
bit of this in there.

That'll make you feel better.

- Oh.

- Good, huh?

- Now what in Huckleberry Finn?

- Elves have used
mistletoe for years

to maintain balance and healing.

But my cousin Winklette
invented mistlefinger,

which is even more
powerful than mistletoe,

so you should feel
better instantly.

- Whoa.

(Laughs)

Hold on.

- What?

- Elfette, I think I see,
is that the North Pole?

Aurora borealis?

No, no, Antonio Banderas.

Wait, now there's a
smudge on my glasses.

- Is there some,
maybe it's expired?

"Not to be consumed by humans."

- Not to be what now?

(Laughs)

Elfette, you do know
your minerals, don't you?

- So are you okay?

So you really took
that like a snowman.

How are you feeling?

- Never better.

Think I know how
Cindy Lou Who felt.

(Elfette laughs)

Do you fancy a sip?

- I'd love one, thank you.

That is good, huh?

- Okay, Papa needs
another taste here.

- (Laughs) Easy does it.

- Oh.

(Dramatic music)

(pops)

- Mistlefinger?

"Not to be consumed by humans."

(Scoffs) Whatever.

Whew.

(Laughs)

Elf on a Shelf, I'm
coming to get ya!

Elf on a Shelf, I'm
coming to get ya!

(Upbeat Christmas music)

(calm music)

(sighs)

¶ Georgie, the green
nosed reindeer ¶

¶ Reindeer

¶ Had a big pile of cash

¶ Quite a big pile

- (humming) Oh.

(Humming) Thank you.

I've been waiting for this.

(Dramatic music)

(heels clicking)

(Georgie humming)

(Georgie sighs)

- I see you're
enjoying your dinner.

So sorry to interrupt.

- Mrs. Coalbottom.

I didn't know that you
were coming into town.

Can I offer you a glass
of wine or something?

How's everything?

- Let me get right to the point.

We have a very large investment

in your little
organization, Georgie.

And I don't take our
investments lightly.

- Oh, well, of
course, of course.

You know, we're gonna handle
everything the way it should--

- I've heard whispers of an elf

that's managed to
escape the North Pole.

- Oh, don't worry.

She's no threat, all right?

Get this.

She's a wrapping paper designer.

(Laughs) Can you imagine?

A wrapping paper designer.

- I don't care if she shovels
dung from reindeers' stables.

If she's alive, she's a threat.

- Then, uh, she
won't be for long.

- (Laughs) Good boy, Georgie.

The sooner Santa and his
elves are off the board,

the sooner we can all relish
in the true joys of Christmas.

(Glasses clink)

Which reminds me.

I brought you a little toy.

Something to ensure that we
all have a very silent night.

(Georgie laughs)

- Well now, how
can I pass that up?

(Laughs)

(calm music)

(phone dialing)

Duey: Yes, keep
going, little further.

All right, this is it.

Elfette: Oh.

- Yes, old mummy dearest.

I can't thank you
enough, Elfette.

- It was lovely
riding with you, Duey.

- Indeed.

Are you sure you
wouldn't like to come in?

Mother could make
you a tea or a bed.

It is getting late.

- I would love to.

But everybody's counting on me.

- I understand.
(Phone ringing)

Oh.
- Oh.

I should.

- Farewell.

- Night.

- Gonna get my sign here.

New York, eh?

- Hello?

- Oh, Elfette!

Thank the Christmas
spirit you answered.

- Santa!

Are you okay?

- Listen to me, Elfette,
there's no time.

Was Sparkle able to lead
you to the Twinkameter?

- Well, she knows
that I have it now.

- Good, good.

Now you must place
it atop the tree

where elf magic lives free

by midnight on Christmas Eve,

or all that twinkles
will cease to be.

- By midnight on Christmas Eve.

I think I understand.

I'll do it.

But wait, Santa?

I left the North
Pole this Christmas

because I didn't
think I mattered.

I was second guessing
even being an elf anymore.

- Oh, Elfette.

Whether big or small
or elfy or not at all,

there's a twinkle inside you

upon which you can always call.

- The sacred twinkle?

- It's in all of us.

I believe in you, Elfette.

Elfette!

(Georgie laughs)

- Santa?

Hello?

- I know who you are, elf,

and your gig is up.

Your undercover operation
to save Christmas is kaput.

- Undercover?

- I don't care how much
twinkle you have left

up in your stockings.

Your plans to save
Christmas (laughs) are over.

(Laughs)

- Don't worry, Santa.

I won't let you down.

(Knocking)

Hi.

- Oh.

My.

Oh, Duey?

I believe your little
elf friend is here.

- Elfette!

(Laughs) Oh.

- I think I might take you
up on that room if it--

- Splendid, yes, I'll have
Mother prepare it immediately.

Mother!

- I'm right here, dear.

- Oh.

How'd you get there?

Well, come on in.

- Come, darling.

(Calm music)

- Good news, Elfette.

Your room is nearly ready!

And you have the comfiest,
fluffiest pillows in the house.

Elfette, is
everything all right?

- Yes.

Of course, thank you.

- Splendid.

Well, I'll be off then.

- Duey?

Can I ask you something?

- Sure, yes.

Just don't ask me to recite
the 12 days of Christmas.

(Laughs)

I can never remember
what happens

after the turtle doves
and the geese are laying

and then who's paying, you know?

- So I just got off
the phone with Santa.

- Wait, the Santa?

You know him?

- He's my boss.

Santa got kidnapped by the mafia

(Duey gasps)

and I have to save him.

I'm supposed to place the
Twinkameter atop a tree

where he says all
elf magic lives free.

- The Twinkameter.

This does look awfully
familiar, Elfette.

Yes.

Perhaps he's talking about
the Pebblefellow Tree.

- You've been there before?

- Yes, I used to bird
watch down on 57th Street

and I would get corn dogs--

- Stop it, Duey, with
the exaggerations.

Help a little elf out.

- Yes, yes, Mother.

- Your room is ready.

- Thank you.

- Dear Elfette.

- Now you can't miss it.

It's right near Central
Park and the Big Apple.

- (Gasps) Well, I do
prefer sugar plums

but I can start at the apple.

- Elfette.

Go straight into Manhattan.

Take the PATH train, don't
talk to any strangers.

Look for Jimmy, he's
got the hot dog stand.

Say "I need the big dog, Jimmy."

It's not on the menu.

Got it?

Okay.

(Sighs) Well, good
night, my new friend.

- Good night.

- Duey.

Don't forget your retainer.

Put it in.

(Retainer clicking)

That's a good boy.

(Sighs)

(Elfette laughs)

(present rustling)

- Duey.

How do you know Bartholomule?

- Bartholomule?

Oh, yes, yes.

I do believe he was
my mother's first son.

Uh huh.

- Your brother?

- Yeah.

A fine pair of mutton
chops on that fellow too.

- I'm supposed to remind you.

Tea time!

- (Gasps) Yes.

My brother, that
makes a lot of sense.

That's why the Twinkameter
looked so familiar.

- (Laughs) He was a lot of help.

Both you guys.

You're like... family.

- Oh, Elfette.

This may be the
best Christmas ever.

(Grunts)

- Good night!

(Upbeat music)

Duey?

Duey: Dearest Elfette.

Twas a pleasure to meet you.

I've never met an elf

but, well, you're
pretty good drivers.

I wish I had something to
repay you for the ride.

So I've left you this
little trinket of mine.

It served me well
through all of my travels

and, well, maybe it could
help you on your mission.

Bring Santa home safely.

Your friend, Duey.

PS, I'm not sure what was
in that mistlefinger tea

but I think I liked it.

(Upbeat music)

- My first holiday mixer.

In New York!

(Calm music)

(gasps) Cookies!

Oh, I like this place already.

I wonder where
everybody else is.

(Humming)

- Boss, the elf lady's here!

- Your boss is here?

- Uh huh.

- That's nice.

More cookies!

- Hello.

Welcome.

I'm glad my
invitation found you.

- Me too.

When do your other
VIP guests arrive?

- Well, I was hoping for
more of an intimate meeting.

You know, get right
down to business.

- Wait.

I know who you are.

You kidnapped Santa.

- No, wait, now this is a truce.

Not here to hurt you.

But I am here to offer
you an opportunity.

Now you've been a wrapping
paper elf for what?

12 years?

- Yes.

- You're not advancing, are you?

You're not getting the respect

or recognition that you deserve.

Our company needs
someone like you.

With your skill set.

- I'm not interested.

- That's fine,
we're just talking.

Have a seat.

Please, I insist.

Come on, it's fine.

- Okay.

- Now imagine this.

Head designer for the world's
biggest toy corporation.

With you as the face
of all toy design.

Worldwide.

You'd get that respect and the
recognition that you deserve.

(Smack)

Think about it.

Does Santa even appreciate you?

Huh?

Come work with us.

Be happy for a change.

- Chief designer
of the whole world?

- Yeah, sure.

If that's the title
you want, yeah.

But there's something
you should know,

I really didn't want to
be the one to tell you.

It's about your
friend, Stardust.

- Sparkle.

- Yes, Sprinkles,
that's what I said.

She's not who you think she is.

- What do you mean?

- Isn't it a little weird

that she's the only
elf in Florida?

(Tongue clicking)

I wish I knew secret agents.

- You're lying!

- I wish I was.

- You're lying.

- You can take the job
and do something great.

Or you can leave...

And you lose everything.

(Snaps)

Negotiations don't go
as planned, ice her.

- But I told you about
my fine elf recipe.

So delicious, so nutritious.

- Just do it!

- So scrumptious.

(Groans)

- I'm surrounded by morons.

Hey.

That's a good cookie.

(Elfette crying)

- Sparkle wouldn't lie to me.

It's not possible.

Come on.

(Gasps) Sebastian!

Are you here to
save Christmas too?

- Elfette, Christmas is in
the hands of the mafia now.

The North Pole has
been destroyed.

I barely escaped.

- But you're chief of security.

You're the most
qualified elf to help me.

We can save Christmas together.

- You don't know what I've seen.

I gotta get out of here
before someone sees us.

Good luck.

You're braver than me, Elfette.

(Dramatic music)

- Wow.

It's huge!

This must be it.

(Grunts)

Come on!

Hello?

Stupid thing.

Activate.

Go, go, Twinkameter.

Magic.

Nothing.

Man!

(Sighs)

Why isn't it working?

- Hey, you can't be here.

Can't you read the sign?

So go.

(Shouting)

(thunder crashing)
(gentle music)

(dramatic music)

- That was a pretty good
offer Georgie made you.

Better than what's
gonna happen now.

Little elf.

- Are you making more mojitos?

- Let me properly
introduce myself.

My name is Ernest
Killingsworth III,

award-winning bad guy.

And three time Croaky winner.

- Why are you following me?

- First of all, I would
like to thank Sebastian

for your assistance.

- Sebastian, how could you?

You're hired to protect us!

- It's over, Elfette!

The corporations
control Christmas now.

He gave me a good
job, great pay.

It's the way things are now.

The old elf ways are obsolete.

- Now with this blender,

my 21st Croaky
nomination is imminent.

- So you're like the
Meryl Streep of killing.

- If she doesn't
cooperate, get rid of her.

- Come on!

Do something!

- You think this
little twinkle stuff

is gonna save the elves?

(Laughs) You're
all gonna die now.

- Die?

- Let's go, little elf.

(Elfette crying)

(dramatic music)

(Elfette gasps)

- Hello?

Where am I?

Santa?

Are you here too?

(Clatters)

(gasps)

- (laughs) I see you
found my cookbook.

- What are you gonna do to me?

- You mean you,

two vine-ripened
tomatoes, a pack of gum,

a liter of orange soda,
my favorite blender?

(Laughs) Oh, wouldn't
you like to know.

Oh, oh, oh.

And I guess you won't
be needing this anymore.

The elf magic in this
ancient junk is now defunct.

(Laughs)

- No!

No!

(Ernest laughs)

(Elfette crying)

- And now, how
about we take a look

at those little elf feet
so he can gum them up?

- He?

- (Laughs) First, he's
gonna gum up your toes

so you can't run away.

Then he's gonna add a
dollop of that orange soda

for fruity stamina.

(Laughs)

Organic all-purpose flour.

Two tomatoes.

Candy cane for
that fresh breath.

One scoop of whey protein
for extra strength.

And oh yes, Mom always
said never forget

the low carb, fat free butter.

Little cucumber in there,

but I like to add a little
bit of my taste as well.

I put a little bit of mint.

- Yes!

- Mistlefinger?

- Yeah.

- And just half a cup
of cottage cheese.

(Clatters)

(dramatic music)

Is that what I think it is?

The sacred elf ingredient?

Oh, he's been
looking for this one.

- Mistlefinger.

It's not really
meant for humans.

And it's actually supposed
to be a tea to heal.

- Ha!

You think he's falling
for your tricks?

He knows how sneaky
you elves can be.

- Okay.

- Whew!

(Laughs)

I see a rainbow.

I see a golden igloo.

(Laughs)

(humming)

- Have some coal.

That's all you
deserve this year.

Okay.

Let's go.

(Ernest humming)

- What?

Oh, you think we should
check on the package.

Excellent idea, Mr. Duckie.

(Humming)

Phone: Boss is calling,
boss is calling.

- Boss.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Package in transit?

- Package?

I didn't order any package.

- Your elaborate plan.

It worked, right?

- Uh, well, the
other elf showed up

and stuffed coal in my mouth.

- Sparkle.

I thought she was
still in Florida.

- Boss, I'm so close.

I know I can get her.

The elf macaroons.

- No!

No, no, no, no, no.

You're fired.

I'll handle this myself.

(Phone beeps)

- What am I gonna tell Mama?

- Sparkle!

(Water bubbles)

- What the?

How did you get here?

- You mean thanks for saving me?

- I mean, you lied to me.

- I had to, Elfette.

- You had to or
you don't trust me?

- What?

Of course I trust you.

I only want you to succeed.

- I will succeed.

Because nobody believes in me.

- Elfette, don't be so naive.

This mission is dangerous.

People lie.

The world isn't as
safe as the North Pole.

- I guess you'd know.

Special agent.

- Elfette, where's
the Twinkameter?

- I lost it, okay?

Are you happy?

- Elfette, come back!

Elfette!

(Sighs)

(gentle music)

(Elfette crying)

- May I join you?

- Yeah.

Sure, why not?

- You know, I've
been around a bit

and I can tell that look.

- Well, I ruined Christmas.

Is it the I ruined
Christmas look?

(Laughs)

Should have stayed in Florida.

At least then the
Twinkameter wouldn't be lost.

Stupid.

- You know, I had
a little boy once

and I ruined Christmas for him.

Things will never be the same.

- You ruined Christmas too, huh?

- You know, you don't always
know why you do things

but if you let your
spirit guide you,

you'll make it right.

- That's what Sparkle told me.

- Sparkle?

- Look where that got me.

- I think I have
something that might help.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Now my little boy
really needs that.

Let's not forget what
Christmas is all about.

It's not how popular you
are or how flashy you are.

You can find the Christmas spirit where you least expect it.

Goodbye, little elf!

- Goodbye.

Man: Merry Christmas!

- Merry Christmas.

(Dramatic music)

- My peppermint gumdrop,
what have they done to you?

- It's okay, sweetie.

Elfette knows what to do.

- Oh.

Gumdrop.

- Enough with the
blah blah blah.

Listen, Santa, this is
what's gonna happen.

You're gonna tell us
all of your secrets

or your precious elves and
your bride will be eliminated.

And for what?

A few free gifts?

Come on, Santa.

Let's be reasonable here, huh?

- We'll never help you.

- Well, then your
elves are gonna die.

Midnight Christmas Eve, when
the freeze is permanent.

- You can't kill
Christmas, Little Georgie.

- (Laughs) Oh, Santa, I can.

And I will kill Christmas.

- But Christmas is inside you,

like the beating of your heart,

like the brain that
makes you smart.

- Enough!

Enough with the rhymes!

Roger.

Go put her on ice.

- Come on, nice lady,
time to get frozen.

- No, take me, not her.

She didn't do anything.

- Now you wanna talk, huh?

- No!

Mrs. Claus: Santa, baby,
you have to save Christmas!

- Don't do this.

Don't do this.

(Mrs. Claus screaming)

- (laughs) That sounds like
someone's getting cold feet.

Oh, you're gonna love
this, Santa, look at this.

JoyTech stocks have doubled.

(Laughs) Oh, this is going

to be such a very
merry Christmas.

Oh, wait, I'm sorry, Santa.

Would you like an eggnog?

A little eggnog?

No?

Okay then.

(Humming)

(calm music)

- Elfette, Elfette.

So glad I found you here.

- Duey, what are you doing here?

- I was talking with Mother

and realized that
the Pebblefellow Tree

is a daft representation
of elf magic.

- I went there.

The magic didn't work.

- No.

The real elf tree is
in this park here.

- Really?

- Yes.

But you're looking in
the wrong direction.

It's back that way, old girl.

- Okay.

- Now I've gotta get going.

I've got a tea time
with Bartholomule.

Yes, Bartholomule?

Yes, I'm almost there.

- Tell him I said hi.

- Yes, Elfette
says, he says hello.

Elfette: Okay.

- Oh, yes, I'll bring the honey.

Okay.

Now you get going, you're running out of time, yes.
- Oh yes.

Bye!

(Gentle music)

¶ We were two young
elves that were ¶

¶ looking for a little sun

¶ When we heard the news
the North Pole was overrun ¶

¶ And with Santa gone, the
whole world come undone ¶

¶ So I'm going off to find
him if I have to go alone ¶

¶ Because he's coming home

¶ Yeah, he's coming home

¶ Santa Claus is coming home

¶ Santa's coming home

¶ Save our Santa from them all

¶ Yeah, he's coming home

¶ SOS, is he coming home

¶ Santa's coming home

¶ Save our Santa from them all

¶ Santa Claus is coming home

¶ Yeah, he's coming home

¶ He's coming home

¶ Yeah, he's coming home

¶ He's coming home

¶ He's coming home

- Whether you're big,
small, elfy or not at all,

there's a sacred
twinkle inside you

upon which you can always call.

Well, if this is the
tree, makes sense.

It's not flashy, it's simple.

And perfect.

Sorry I let you down, Santa.

Sorry, Christmas.

I should've--

Sparkle: Hey.

- I thought you left.

(Bell tolling)

Christmas Eve is over.

I failed.

Santa's probably, the elves.

I lost the Twinkameter.

I let everybody down.

Christmas is ruined.

- The Twinkameter was just
to help you find yourself.

The sacred twinkle
is inside you.

And the Grand Elf
Guild may have thought

of something to help.

- Silver halide tinsel!

- You need a ticking
clock to make it work.

- I have something.

(Laughs)

(tinkling)

(clock ticking)

(laughs)

Christmas magic.

I realize now you were
only trying to protect me.

I'm sorry I didn't
see that before.

What do we do now?

- You've already done it.

It's you.

Power born in purest snow.

Elfette And Sparkle: The
truest elf will only know.

Hold me close and I shall glow.

The sacred twinkle
I will bestow.

(Triumphant music)

(Elfette laughs)

(laughing)

- We did it!

What about Santa?

- I might have a little
elf magic left over.

Hold my hand.

(Elfette squeals)

(Georgie humming)

- (laughs) Did you take
care of old Misty Claus?

- Indeed, boss.

I annihilated her

with the hypersonic carbonite
freeze chamber as requested.

- Excellent work, Dr. Rogers.

Do you know that you are
the smartest goon I know?

- (Mumbles) You two giant turkeys were made for each other.

I'm taking back
Christmas, suckers!

(Gun fires)

(gasps)

- You take care of
old Misty Claus?

She's frozen, right?

- Uh huh.

Like a popsicle.

- And now it's your turn, Santa.

In just a few minutes, our toy
stores will be booming again.

(Laughs)

Hey, did you not hear me?

We're gonna shoot you.

- I can feel a tremor
in the twinkle.

Elfette is going to
fulfill her destiny.

- (Laughs) You're as naive
as your little elves.

And I don't care how much
your little elf butt twinkles.

You know what this is?

This is a remote detonator

and up there is a missile,

headed straight for
your North Pole.

Yeah.

Computer: Weapons activated.

- (Laughs) Backup plans
are a bitch, aren't they?

- It's not too late to
turn back, little Georgie.

Just remember the love

and you'll be as free
as a white turtle dove.

- I've had it with all of
your little jolly remarks!

Enough!

- Wait.

- How'd you two get in here?

- Christmas magic.

- Seriously?

(Laughs) All right then.

Let's turn it into a party.

- Come on, Elfette, tell
him why you've come.

- It doesn't matter
why she's come.

(Laughs) It's over.

Christmas is over.

- Oh, time's running out.

- Take one more step and
you're penguin chuck.

- This is for you.

- I'd rather just shoot ya.

- No!

(Gun fires)

- Oh, isn't that sweet?

Your little elf girlfriend
tried to save you.

- I'm not afraid.

- (Laughs) Then
you're next, Elfette.

You're like Smurfette
except only dumber.

- You can either
shoot me where I stand

or you can open your present.

I wrapped it myself.

- Georgie.

It's what Christmas
is all about.

(Georgie groans)

- It better be a
bar of gold in here.

The Sky Express Spaceship?

They don't even
make these anymore!

(Laughs)

I thought you forgot, Santa.

Santa, look.

I'm not really a bad guy.

I just, um,

I lost my twinkle.

(Mimicking rocket noises)

- This is from your father.

- My dad?

He remembered?

- He always loved you, Georgie.

- He got rid of that toy
to put food on the table.

That's why he sold it.

- I always wanted
to be an astronaut.

(Mimicking rocket noises)

(laughs)

(dramatic music)

What have I done?

I've ruined Christmas.

- There's still time, Georgie.

You know what you must do.

Computer: Weapons deactivated.

(Sighing)

- Oh wait.

Is this the part
where Santa shoots us?

- I'm full of the
Christmas spirit right now.

I'm gonna act like
I didn't hear that.

(Mimicking rocket noises)

- So, Little Georgie.

- Yes, Santa?

- Tell Santa what else
you want for Christmas.

- Really?

I want, I want a pony.

And I want a dolly.

And, and I want the
Rock action figure.

- You know, the one
with the muscles.

- The muscles.
- The muscles.

Santa: Got it.

- And how about a hot cup
of cocoa, Little Georgie?

- Yes please.

- Oh, I want some hot cocoa.

Yeah, and I want a spaceship.

And I wanna sit on Santa's lap

because he gets everything
and I never get nothing.

(Crying)

- It's...

It's okay, my boy.

Don't cry, it's okay.

Oh, oh, now, boys?

- Yes, Santa?

- There's still time for
Santa to save Christmas.

(Sighs)

It's time for Santa
to get back to work.

(High five claps)

¶ Oh baby, baby, I
remember our first love ¶

¶ You walked in to find a name
and face you didn't know ¶

¶ Oh baby, baby, could
you imagine my surprise ¶

¶ When you looked my way

¶ With your sugar lips
and honey brown eyes ¶

¶ Cause it feels
all right, darling ¶

¶ It feels simply

¶ And it feels
there's a whole lot ¶

¶ of love going round here

- This is a Grand
Elf diamond cane.

I'll give you a million
dollars each for these.

- (Laughs) Christmas just came.

¶ But I like the way you move

¶ Oh yeah, I like your style

¶ So go on, tell me

(shouting)

- Let's go.

You're going downtown,
Miss Coalbottom, let's go.

¶ With a little romance

¶ 'Cause it feels
all right, darling ¶

¶ It feels simply

¶ And it feels

(phone ringing)

- Pops?

- No.

Georgie?

- Dad, I'm so sorry
for everything I did.

- That's past us,
it's fine, son.

And I'm sorry too.

I let you down, I
know I let you down.

- But hey, I wanted you to
know, I got the spaceship.

- So where are you?

What are you doing?

- Dad, I'm in the North Pole

and I figured out
what I want to be.

I wanna be an elf.

- What?

You're too big, an elf?

- I got my twinkle back.

- That's what you
want, seek your bliss.

- I love you, Dad.

- I love you, boy.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas, Georgie.

(Kisses)

- I'll see you soon, huh?

- You know, you're supposed
to double wrap those

with tape, right?

- Yeah, that's not right.

- What, do you think
I'm some kind of dummy?

Huh?

I'm just kidding.

I got my twinkle back, come on.

Got a lot of work to do.

¶ It feels all right, darling

¶ It feels simply

¶ And it feels
there's a whole lot ¶

¶ of love going round here

¶ Every time I wake up lonely

¶ You just slip into my head

¶ But I'd rather wake
on Sunday with you ¶

¶ With you sleeping there
right next to me in my bed ¶

¶ 'Cause it feels
all right, darling ¶

¶ It feels simply

¶ And it feels
there's a whole lot ¶

¶ of love going round here

¶ 'Cause it feels
all right, darling ¶

¶ It feels simply

¶ And it feels
there's a whole lot ¶

¶ of love going round here

¶ 'Cause it feels
all right, darling ¶

¶ It feels simply

¶ And it feels
there's a whole lot ¶

¶ of love going round here

¶ It feels all right, darling

¶ It feels simply

¶ And it feels
there's a whole lot ¶

¶ of love going round here

- Hey, Pency, what is my
mom's credit card number?

- Hey, Pency, search
for dank memes.

- Pencil Phone is the
peak of human evolution.

- Hey Pency, search
for rash on my...

- Hey, Mom.

I broke my leg again.

- Hey Pency, where's the
nearest cockfighting ring?

- Pency, where's the closest--

Pency: Clothing optional beach?

- Yeah.

- Selfie!

(Camera clicks)