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[snoring]

[alarm clock rings, cuckoo calls]

Stop that!

[rings]

Aah! Oof!

[rings]

[footsteps running]

[grunting, crashing, shattering glass, Bob yelps]

Not again!

-[ticking] -[Bob pants]

-Bob! What'd you do that for? -Sorry!

[panting]

Turn off! Turn off!

[panting]

[beeping]

What good is a tracking circuit that can't track?

[plummeting whistle]

Oof!

[rapid electronic beeping, then alerting beep]

Gotcha!

-[rattling wheels approaching] -Uh...

[grunts]

Ah!

Oh, jingle bells!

[female elf]: According to our source on the Naughty List,

Fishface's last known location

is just south of the Magical Forest.

[male elf]: Intel indicates his next target

could be the North Pole. He's closing in on us fast.

Oh... oh, dear.

This is bad.

Well, he's a bad egg.

[female elf] Ha, who says "bad egg" anymore?

I say bad egg!

That putrid puffin pilfered presents!

Say it, don't spray it, bro.

[female elf]: Stealing presents puts him

on the top of the naughty list, sir.

A permanent present ban.

He gets nothing in his stocking.

[Together]: Including coal!

Since then, he's been doing whatever he can

to try to ruin Christmas for everyone.

Rest assured, we're doing everything we can.

We've raised the security level

from "not a creature stirring"

to "possible creatures stirring."

-[spoon clinks] -Can I... stir?

We'll let you know.

[cuckoo calls]

Ow, ow, ow, ow!

[Bob screams, loud crashing]

Oof!

[muffled] Is this a bad time?

Oh, I can't take it anymore!

Let me help.

I made the mess, I'll clean it up.

And you'll take forever.

Go ahead, Pip.

[magic chimes ring as he snaps]

I said I'd do it!

And now, it's done.

See how easy it is when you use your mag--

Oh... I cannot believe I forgot you don't have magic!

Who cares about stupid magic tricks?

-Can you make one of these? -[beeps]

[clock rings, cuckoo sounds]

[gasps]

[loud crash, bell slows and dies off]

Would I want to?

But without magic,

how could Santa know who was sleeping, who's awake,

who's naughty, and who's nice?

And flying a sleigh around the world

in one night is not a magic trick.

Well, technically...

Some elves fly sleighs, other elves make toys...

and then there's you.

What's your title again? "Reindeer Dropping Specialist?"

[laughing]

Um, the correct term is "Poop-ervisor."

Which is sort of worse.

All I'm saying is that magic isn't the only way.

These days, there are more kids and more presents than ever.

There's only so much that elf magic and eight reindeer can do.

That's where I come in.

The Floatinator? [laughs]

Laugh now, but soon,

the sleigh won't need any magic or reindeer at all.

You keep telling yourself that, Bob,

but without elf magic,

that sleigh is as useful

as a reindeer with a red nose

at the back of the pack.

[laughing]

You see, it's funny,

because the nose would shine directly on some other reindeer's...

I get it!

Looks like you have some cleaning to do.

We could help out with some magic,

but I'm sure you have a better way.

Seriously, Bob, stop messing with things

-before you cause a real disaster. -[laughing]

[sighs]

[Santa]: Ahem.

Oh, hey, Santa.

Listen, I'm really sorry about this morning.

[chuckles] Not to worry.

I always enjoy a good surprise...

keeps the security force on their pointed toes...

but you're usually so upbeat.

Everything okay?

I don't know.

It's just, sometimes I feel like I don't belong here.

My inventions lately...

I'm so close, but...

well, maybe it would be better for everyone

if I just stopped, you know, being me.

Oh, come on now, Bob.

What would we have done

without your ornament alignment grid?

You practically eliminated

the problem of unbalanced trees...

[crackling]

and now, we can have more s'mores whenever we want!

That's what got me on Deer Doo-Doo Duty.

Poopervisor.

Which is sort of worse.

You've had mistakes, but just remember,

today's failure is the first step

toward tomorrow's triumph.

I guess I'm still waiting

for that big triumph.

-You see that star? -Yeah.

The North Star is one of a kind,

which is why I'm able to use it

to guide my sleigh on Christmas Eve,

and when it's right overhead, I know that I'm home.

There is only one North Star,

and there's only one you.

Sometimes, thinking and being different

is its own kind of magic...

your magic.

Thanks, Santa.

I should get back to work.

Those great things aren't going to happen

by themselves.

[crunching]

[winding]

Today's failure is tomorrow's triumph.

[rings]

A triumph!

[clock moos]

Eh, close enough.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

Flies around the whole world in one night...

and this baby can double our speed

while cutting reindeer fatigue in half...

or at least, it would if it worked.

[moos]

Ah, who asked you?

But still...

A few more adjustments,

and we should be ready to take off.

Hah! Who needs magic?

-[whoosh] -[sniffs]

What is that smell? [sniffs]

-Ugh, is that fish? -[clattering]

[fluttering]

All right, Muffin, Pip, Noodle.

I know you're there. Come out.

Don't you have better things to do

than to play a trick on your little b...

[evil chuckling]

Fishface!

Tie him up, and then throw him in the sleigh, boys.

Can't have him squealing to the big guy.

[laughs]

That rope is made from the finest Humbug weed.

Your elf magic is useless!

You can say that again.

Okay. Your elf magic is useless.

You don't have to rub it in.

Grab him!

Uh... look, mistletoe!

Huh?

[makes kissy noises]

[cuckoo chirps, alarm clock rings]

You're not going to be dashing through the snow that easy.

[growls]

Uh-oh.

[engine roars to life]

It's working! It's Floatinating!

Whoa!

No!

After him!

[screams]

[laughs]

I did it! I'm flying without magic!

[boom!]

[crackling]

Aw, cinnamon sticks.

[minions]: Where ya going, little elf?

Ha-ha-ha-hah!

Missed....

me.

[laughs] And that's a wrap.

[loud thud]

I'm not letting some foul little elf

ruin my ruining of Christmas!

Ugh... Speaking of foul,

when was the last time you brushed your beak?

[beeping]

[cuckoo sounds, alarm clock rings]

-[minion yells] -Whoa!

[engine hums]

Ha-hah! We did it.

Now to just fly back to the North Pole and...

-[crackles and shorts] -crash.

[screams]

Huh... could be worse.

[plummeting whistle]

I'm okay... I'm okay.

That's not okay.

-[male voice]: Not even close. -[screams]

Don't act like you've never seen a fish out of water before.

No, actually, I haven't.

Well, it's not every day

that a flying sleigh smashes into my house.

[creaking]

I'm really sorry. It was kind of

a test-flight-slash-escape slash-crash-slash

now-I'm-talking to-a-furry-fish-thing-that...

-Listen, Big-Ears... -Bob.

Fluffy.

I'd say more pointy.

No, I'm Fluffy.

Just magic my digs back together

so I can start my spawning route north.

Magic's not really my strong suit.

Just needs a smidge. Now twinkle away, vandal.

I can't. I don't have any magic.

Ah, so a vandal and a dud.

[hollow clicking]

I'm really sorry about your house,

but I have to find my sleigh...

and my tracker's missing. Where did everything go?

Tracker?

Well... us fur-bearing trout are known

for our keen sense of direction and tracking...

but no magic, no tracking.

I don't have time for this.

Not so fast. You owe me a house.

Listen, Christmas is in two days.

I have to find the sleigh,

and then find a way back to Santa.

Santa, you say?

Tell you what, kid.

I'll help you find your sleigh

if you get Santa to fix my house.

Plus, throw in a pair of fuzzy slippers.

But you don't have any feet.

-And you don't have time. -Fuzzy slippers it is!

Great. It's up there.

I'll take my slippers now.

You think we were a little hard on Bob yesterday?

Nah, he's got to toughen up.

Noodle's right. He has visions of sugar plums

-dancing in his head. -[laughing]

[gasping]

We have a break-in at the workshop!

All is not calm, all is not bright.

Repeat... all is not calm, all is not bright!

[struggles]

-[wind whistles] -[sleigh creaks]

Uh...

[grunting]

[Fluffy]: Just push!

I am pushing!

Well, then, push harder.

[Bob grunts and strains]

Whoa!

Oh! Oof! Ah!

That was too hard.

Ya think? Whoa!

Hey, I thought you said you didn't have magic.

You're flying! You're flying!

[Bob screams]

You're never going to make it home,

which means I'm not going to have my new slippers

for my New Year's spawning date

with a very attractive lady trout.

You know what?

I'll come with you.

Just a heads up...

I don't push, pull, walk, run, jump, or swim.

But obviously talking isn't a problem.

Talking is my jam, man!

Argh.

-[engine hums] -It's working!

-[engine fizzles, pops] -Spoke too soon.

[Fluffy snores]

Fluffy, can you hand me that?

You know, you are the least helpful furry fish I've ever met.

How many furry fish have you met?

One.

So I'm also the most helpful.

We're going to have to walk.

I think my position on walking

was made perfectly clear.

Which way do we go?

To get to the North Pole? We probably go north.

Over the mountain, across the ice bay,

through the magical forest, and, voila, North Pole.

[Bob strains]

What's this broken-down gizmo do anyway?

It's a work in progress.

Speaking of progress...

[groans]

[Bob strains and grunts]

[Pip]: They escaped fast.

W-whoa!

[sniffs]

Does this smell like fish to you?

Mm-hmm. Puffin.

That could only mean one thing.

It's beginning to look a lot like...

Fishface.

The question remains... where is Bob?

Is he an accomplice?

A hostage?

The mastermind?

[laughing hysterically]

[Santa]: Elves?

It's two days till Christmas.

We need the sleigh back.

And if Bob's involved, we know just where to start.

Follow the path of destruction.

Well, jingle to it, then,

before the rest of the town finds out.

Good work today.

I figure if we pick up our pace

and don't get lost, we can make it to the North Pole

by... What's today?

The 23rd.

The year 2218.

If you don't mind,

I'd like to get this fire started

so we don't freeze our pompoms off.

[growls]

Cogs and tinsel? Pretty smart.

Yeah... tell my siblings that.

I don't... I don't know your siblings.

[spark hisses]

-[whoosh] -You see that?

It was nothing. Just the wind.

[whoosh]

Huh?

Was that you?

I thought it was you.

[whoosh]

Okay, tell me you saw that.

[screaming]

What is that?

Who cares? Let's get out of here!

[deep voice]: I'd like to know what it is first.

[screaming]

[gasps]

[gasps, groans and faints]

Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.

I'm Blue.

I'm a fish. He's lost.

-No, I'm Bob. -I'm still a fish.

And we're a little lost.

We're not lost. We're just hopelessly far from our destination

with no chance of ever making it.

[owl hoots]

[Fluffy grunts]

Any chance you could loosen the grip, big guy?

You're squeezing me like a canned sardine!

Oh, sorry.

I get nervous, and then I hide.

I'm a Hidebehind. It's what we do.

You don't say.

[owl hoots]

[yelps]

Hmm, pretty quick reflexes.

Upper-body strength isn't bad either.

Blue, do you have Christmas plans?

Oh, no.

I get a little nervous about making plans

too far in advance.

Shocking no one.

We could really use some help

getting back to the North Pole.

-Me? -[owl hoots]

[loud crash]

It would be nice to have some company.

Being alone makes me nervous.

Just promise me, nothing too scary.

[owl hoots]

Absolutely nothing to be afraid of.

Whaddya mean, you can't find the sleigh?

That's when you're looking for a sleigh,

but you don't know where it is.

I know what it means!

We found the crash site,

but something dragged it away.

So why didn't you follow it?

It was getting dark, boss.

And?

There could be bad guys out there.

We're the bad guys!

Is that why we always get coal?

I don't even get coal!

[both]: Aw...

We're supposed to be ruining Christmas!

Bring me that sleigh...

and the elf.

What?

Do you know where he is?

No!

Then where should we look?

Everywhere!

That's why it's called looking!

Fly up in the air and look around...

until you see him! [sighs]

How some birds pecked their way

out of their eggs, I'll never understand.

This would be much easier

if we knew where to look.

[beeping]

[snaps]

[screams]

Just a twig, Blue.

Is your whole family this way?

[creaking]

-Yeah. -[crash]

There's nothing to be scared of.

There's always something to be scared of.

The other day, cold white horror fell from the sky!

You mean snow?

Ah! The cold white horror is back!

This'll never work if he jumps at every little sound.

Oh, okay, I'll just tell the forest to be quiet, then.

Actually, that might work.

[humming]

A one-bear open sleigh. Not ideal, but close enough.

[laughs]

These earmuffs are great!

I can't even hear my own thoughts.

Aah!

One thought.

It's gone.

♪ Buh-ba-buh-buh... ♪

Ugh...

A lot of people don't appreciate

the untapped acoustical qualities of ribbon.

-No. No, they don't. -[loud, deep thud]

[gasps] Did you guys hear something?

[loud thud, rumble]

Oh... what was that?

-I don't know. -[loud, rumbling thud]

Oh, no.

-I just see white and some blurry dots. -[tracker beeps]

Wait, I think I see a blue thing... Was the sleigh blue?

-How should I know? -[beeping]

Hey! Will you shut that thing up?

I can't concentrate.

[spluttering] I just... but... I don't know how!

[screaming]

We've got to get out of here.

[loud boom]

-The cave! -[boom]

The cave of boom...

what are you telling me?

I may have angered a certain puffin named Fishface

when I stopped him from stealing Santa's sleigh.

The Fishface?

Is there another Fishface?

I'm a fish with a face.

-[boom] -It's not you.

Oh. We've got to hide!

[singing]

Over there, Blue, as fast as you can!

[Bob]: Whoa!

Beeping stopped.

But we lost the tracks in all this snow!

I guess you better go back and tell Fishface.

-[other minion]: Not on me. You can! -No, you can!

-Toucan! -What's with their beaks, anyway?

Good question!

Let's hang here for a minute.

Maybe they haven't seen us.

Blue, you okay with that?

Blue?

I also don't do spelunking.

I left that off the list.

Why am I not surprised? Wait right there.

Waiting, I do.

I am awesome at waiting.

[loud boom]

[chattering]

Blue? Blue?

We're good. Just some puffins,

who, under normal circumstances, shouldn't be that scary.

[loud purring growl, whoosh]

Wah! What was that?

-[booming rumble] -[whip snap sound]

[Bob screams]

[gasps] Oh, there you are.

Nothing to worry about.

Pay no attention to the tone and panic in my voice.

Run! Run!

[loud, deep] Stop!

[normal cute voice] Um, please.

Sorry, y'all surprised me back there.

We surprised you?

I just hate starting off on the wrong paw.

I'm Wupsy.

Wouldn't touch that tail.

Who knows where it's been?

-[thwack] -Oof!

Your face, for one.

Excuse Fluffy over there.

That's Blue, and I'm Bob.

Hi!

Cool sleigh, by the way.

Like, really cool.

Like, Santa cool.

Uh... you guys headed to the North Pole?

Eventually.

I love Santa!

[laughs nervously] Whups.

"Whups?" Let me guess.

That's where you got your name?

No. It's short for Wupsigail.

This must be the best time of the year at the North Pole.

I've always wanted to check it out.

[Blue yells]

Sorry, Wupsy.

The thing is, we're in kind of a hurry.

Actually, we're in the worst kind of a hurry,

and I've already got an opinionated fish and a jumpy bear,

and I don't think we have room

for a cat armed with a wrecking ball.

[sighs] I understand.

[clears throat] The kitty's coming.

Are you crazy?

I am, and so is Fishface,

and if you're up against a bird,

it's good to hava cat in your corner.

Uh, I'm with the trout.

Aw...

how can I possibly resist?

Yay!

[crash]

Ooh... Whoops.

[minion]: We were so close. So close!

You wouldn't believe how close...

but then we just lost 'em,

and they got much farther away.

And I'm farsighted, and we still lost 'em.

Wait, doesn't that mean you can see in the distance?

Enough! So you saw 'em, but you didn't catch 'em?

It was the watch. The beeping!

So loud, we couldn't think straight.

Why would a beeping watch...

[beeping]

It's not a watch... it's a tracker!

Well, I'm nearsighted, so I couldn't see.

Huh...

Lookie here.

If he's there now

and headed to the North Pole,

then he's headed straight for us...

and we'll be right here,

waiting for that silly little elf,

laughing all the way.

[laughs]

[minions laugh hysterically]

[all laugh]

[sudden silence]

-Oop, sorry. -Sorry, boss.

-Don't want... yeah. -We're sorry.

You really need glasses.

[tracker beeps]

[ice creaks]

Haa... It looks awfully delicate.

Which you aren't.

I mean, the ice can't take a lot of...

Oof!

I'm saying we should tread lightly...

because he's a gigantic beast. Oof!

Everyone, take a deep breath.

Calm down.

We need to watch out for the puffins,

and you have to keep control of that tail of yours.

I'm sorry, but Fluffy is being mean

and my tail has a mind of its... [loud bang]

-Oh, no. -[ice cracks]

It's okay!

[louder cracking]

Or it's not okay.

Where's Fluffy?

Fluffy! Over here!

Ooh...

It's too far! I can't jump.

Then swim!

I... I... I...

I can't.

I can't swim.

[laughing]

Oh... really?

Yes, really.

I floated off as an egg and hatched on the riverbank.

When I got out, my school was gone.

I never had the guts to jump in after that.

Welp, buh-bye!

Please, why do I have to be the sincere one

all the time?

Fine, I'll save him.

Wupsy, hold on!

Ah! I'm holding, I'm holding!

I'm... Thank you.

Don't thank me.

Thank the tail.

Thank you. Oof!

All is forgiven!

[thwack, ice cracking]

[nervous laughter] My bad!

We've found the crash site.

[Santa]: Good work. Let me know when you find the sleigh.

Time is ticking.

Mm-hmm.

-It appears Bob survived. -Obviously.

I think the word you're looking for is "thankfully!"

-Oh, of course! -Oh, yeah, sure!

Hmm, traces of fish scales and fur.

We must be prepared for anything.

Which way did they go?

I'm picking up magical traces of some sleigh tracks.

That way.

[Muffin]: Well done, Pip. Nothing gets by you.

Correct!

Guys?

[whoosh]

[Blue]: Uh, guys? Iceberg.

-One second, Blue. -Iceberg...

Uh, does it seem like we're speeding up?

Eh, probably caught a current.

Bob...

Iceberg!

You could have mentioned something!

What do we do?

Wupsy, your tail, use it to steer us.

I don't know... what if I break something again?

Wupsy, I need you to believe in yourself.

You are the tail.

Be the tail.

Be. Your. Tail.

Okay.

[whirring sound]

Fluffy, help her navigate.

Blue, try to push us away

from anything that gets too close.

Big one, straight ahead.

Be the tail... be the tail!

Three o'clock, another big one!

Be the tail.

Be. The. Tail.

Another one!

I'm all over it!

Actually, don't worry about it.

It's so tiny!

Well, you know what they say about icebergs, right?

No idea.

90% of an iceberg is...

[grinding crunch]

Under the surface.

[radio crackles]

Pip? Noodle?

Muffin?

Come in. Can you hear me?

-[static] -Where are they?

Uh, I'm not going to sugarcoat it, Santa.

The numbers don't look good.

Oh, my.

Actually, let me try sugarcoating it.

Eh, better, but not good enough.

[licks]

Mm, still delicious, though.

Based on how long it takes to pack and prep the sleigh,

the reindeer working overtime, size of present,

amount of cookies eaten...

if that sleigh doesn't show up

in the next few minutes...

Gather the village.

I'll let everyone know.

Oh, I could really use

a few million servings of milk and cookies

right about now.

You know, the first step

is admitting you have a problem.

I got this to work once...

kind of.

[Blue whimpers]

I really don't like this.

There's nowhere to hide.

Blue, calm down. No one can see you.

Look how dark it is!

[groans]

-What did I say? -He's also afraid of the dark.

Oh...

and he was doing so well, too!

Blue's right to be scared.

Weird stuff happens out here at night.

-Like what? -Freaky things. Unnatural things.

Things that no fish can ever unsee.

Sparkly things?

No! Scary things!

Things with teeth and claws...

Dancing with pretty lights?

No, terrifying, menacing,

fish-eating...

What are you looking at?

The sparkly lights over there.

[faint techno beat]

What up, party people?

I don't like to party.

[groans]

Clearly, not a people.

Ignore them. Hi!

How's it going this fine evening?

Oh, you know...

trying to get to the North Pole,

but we're kind of stuck.

The North Pole!

We're headed that way, too, for the annual Floe Festival.

"Go with the floe," as we like to say.

[chuckles]

[Wupsy joins in]

Can I interest you in a push?

-[giggles] -Ugh.

To the left!

To the right...

Yeah!

Do you think we could go a little faster?

We've lost so much time already and...

Hey, my tightly wound, little friend...

sometimes, you've got to lay back,

be yourself.

Feel your inner current, little dude,

and go with the floe!

[burbles]

[Wupsy giggles]

[narwhal]: Hey!

Ho!

Hoo-hoo!

[Wupsy laughs, narwhals whoop]

I agree with the iceberg rug over there.

I hate parties.

[catchy techno music playing]

Uh... not you.

You can dance in your heart.

Hey, buddy!

[yelps, then whimpers]

[beeping]

Thank you!

Any time...

and you, my beautiful lady,

if you're ever riding the northern current,

give me a call.

And remember...

Go with the floe.

[chuckles]

Not much farther.

Hey, we might actually make it home in time for Christmas!

[sinister music plays]

[Fishface cackles]

Sleigh ride's over, Bob.

[puffin trills]

[cooing]

Nyeah...

oof!

You were a hard elf to find...

until, you know, you led me right to you...

but we're all good now. No hard feelings.

-[minion]: Hey! Ow! -[grunting]

Will someone please tie up that hideous thing?

Rude!

I meant the cat!

-Oh... carry on. -[yelling]

When Santa's done with you,

he's going to change the naughty list to...

to... the Fishface list!

Weak insult, Bob.

You're a weak insult!

Yeah, I really need to work on that.

Getting back to your precious lists...

imagine if the Fishface list was the only one Santa had.

There will always be a nice list

and kids that get presents at Christmas.

It's what nice people get.

You're nice. Look where it got you!

I don't need to be nice.

Without his sleigh,

Santa can't deliver his presents.

The nice little boys and girls of the world will wake up

and find nothing under their trees from Santa.

Hah! That's where you're wrong, bass-breath!

They'll also have presents

from their parents and grandparents!

Not if I use the sleigh to travel around the world

and steal all the presents before morning!

One problem, Fishface.

You can't fly the sleigh!

Not without elf magic.

I learned that the hard way.

Fortunately, I found another option...

actually, three other options.

How's that for naughty? Ha-ha-ha-ha!

[laughs]

[mumbling awkwardly]

Hah! You guys got caught, too!

Not so tough now, are you?

Ha-ha-ha...

Oh, dear... this is bad, actually.

Worst. Elf. Ever.

No.

-We. -Are.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Thanks.

It would be "worst elves ever."

If you're going to apologize, grammar matters.

We should never have judged you

-on your lack of magic. -[all]: We're sorry.

Well, I'd rather be here, in a ball of ribbon,

than alone on Christmas in my cave...

-so, thank you. -You need to get out more.

Oh, it'll be the first Christmas in a long time

I'm not alone.

Eh, this cage is about the size

of my old cabin,

so it's about the same for me.

I hate to pour cold water

on your tidings of comfort and joy,

but it's time to fly. Grab the elves!

The real ones, you know, with the magic.

-[growls] -Oh! Bob's a real elf!

Yeah! Oh, totally!

He's an elf just like us!

Shut it!

[Santa]: My most trusted elf advisors,

for the first time anyone can remember...

there may be no Christmas.

[elves gasp]

Do we have any idea what the ramifications will be?

At 0600 hours, children will descend on their Christmas trees

and find them totally empty.

That'll be the first big shockwave.

The nice will think they've been naughty,

the naughty will just laugh.

By 0900, all the milk set out all over the world

will start going bad. By noon, cookies will be stale.

By nightfall, the sheer weight of unfulfilled Christmas wishes

will be enough to extinguish Christmas spirit forever.

I probably should have sugarcoated it.

Yes... yes, you probably should have.

[Fishface]: Come on, little elf.

Give Fishface a little magic.

You wouldn't want anything

to happen to your brothers, would you?

Muffin will never use her magic to help you!

Mm...

[chuckles evilly]

...but these cookies probably taste so good...

and I know

you elves can't resist anything Christmasy.

I can't hold my magic in much longer!

[grunts, strains]

I love gingerbread!

[munching]

Oops.

[bells jingle]

I'm sure they'll be okay.

[Fluffy plays harmonica]

[Santa]: There is only one North Star,

and there's only one you.

Sometimes, thinking and being different

is its own kind of magic.

We certainly are different.

You can say that again, kid.

Guys, time to go with the flow, and let ourselves go.

I think we can save Christmas after all.

Okay, step one. Escape from our cages!

[drilling]

[rumbling]

[Wupsy]: Ha-ha-ha! Whoo!

-[laughs] -[minions squawk and trill]

[Bob]: Step two, get my watch.

Do you know the time?

Huh?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

They don't call 'em birdbrains for nothing.

Step three...

find what we can use, and use what we can find...

[drilling, clattering]

...which leads to step four.

Get away fast.

[Blue pants]

[engine sputters and pops]

[revs to life]

[Wupsy]: Whoo!

[laughs]

[Blue pants, whimpers]

I've got to hand it to you, elf.

What you lack in magic, you make up for in awesome.

Thanks, Fluffo.

Fluffo?

-I thought it'd be cool to have nicknames. -No.

Last step...

find the RoboClock, find the sleigh.

[beeping]

That way.

There they are.

Pick up the pace, big guy, we have some puffins to pursue.

Wupsy, get ready to throw!

Hey! Cut it out!

[other minion]: Whoa-ho!

Don't make me pull over and stop the....

It can't be!

Whoo-hoo!

That's our brother! Yeah!

Puffins! Attack!

[squawks]

Bull's-eye!

Heads up, y'all. [laughs]

[Bob screams]

Hmm?

I'm really getting sick of you.

Ugh, I know somebody who needs mouthwash for Christmas!

Hmm?

[exhales] [sniffs]

[screams]

-[sputters angrily] -[screaming]

-Hey, watch it! -Ow!

[rapid gunfire]

Whoa! Get that fish! [squawks]

Forget the fish, get that tail!

I wag my tail,

so you're going to have to deal with me!

[screaming]

[laughs]

[elves yelling]

Blue, get us closer!

[Blue pants]

[Bob yells]

-A little help, guys? -[grunts]

We can't! Humbug weed.

Boom!

Ha-ha-ha!

Whah!

And with your siblings' magic,

I'm going to use it to ruin Christmas!

Hah! So much for being nice, elf.

[shooting, tail-whipping]

-Whoa! -[grunting]

One thing about nice elves...

they have friends that help out.

All yours, Bob.

-[minion squawks] -Ooh!

-[elves struggle] -[cheering]

You don't think you're getting this sleigh that easily, do you?

[elves grunt]

Big decision, Bob...

save your family, or save Christmas?

-[screaming] -No!

[screams dying away]

Eh, they were kind of jerks to me anyway.

-[Muffin]: What? -[Pip]: Oh, come on!

Really? Have you thought about becoming a villain?

I think you could have a career...

Santa's little liar!

You are trying to save them!

[sleigh fizzles and hisses]

[splutters and pops]

Still...

good luck saving the day with no elf magic.

No, but I've got this!

[hums to life]

[elves screaming]

Blue, I need more speed!

Ah... I'm running as fast as I can!

We're not going to make it!

It's time to stop running away from things, Blue.

I am not afraid!

[roars]

[elves screaming]

Whoo!

Ha-ha-ha! Yes!

[zooming whistle]

Maybe I should've asked Santa

for a new pair of shorts.

[rocketing whoosh]

Oh, cinnamon sticks. I thought I fixed that.

Looks like you failed again...

but you really are starting to ruin my ruined Christmas.

Got any more gadgets,

you magic-less elf?

Just one.

[RoboClock cuckoos, rings]

Gah! Wah!

Get this offa me!

Who needs magic when I can fix things myself?

-[hums to life again] -Yes!

[elves]: Yeah!

[Muffin]: We did it!

[cheering]

[Muffin]: Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

Nice sleigh!

Race you to the North Pole?

Last one there is a furry trout!

[Bob] Oh, whoa! Santa! Watch out!

[rocketing whoosh]

[powers down]

Why, it's good to see you, Bob...

and my sleigh.

Oh, and I see you brought friends!

Santa, I'm sorry.

The sleigh's a mess,

and kids are about to wake up with no presents.

Oh, it doesn't matter what the sleigh looks like,

so long as it gets me where I'm going.

And, if I'm not mistaken,

you found your magic...

the magic of being yourself.

I had some help.

Well, great, because I can use all the help I can get.

Now, we don't have much time,

but there are a few gifts

I think I should deliver before we go.

I believe these are for you.

It's a wet suit... keeps the fur dry.

I've been thinking it might be time

to dip a fin in the water.

And for you, Wupsy,

something to decorate your beautiful tail.

No reason to hide it anymore.

I love it!

And now for you, Blue...

something to remind you how courageous you are.

Oh, and it lights up.

[medal sings "bah buh buh" in Blue's voice]

And, Bob, I'd like to offer you

a new position on the staff

as Chief Technical Engineer.

-Technical? -Yep.

That Floatinator is just what we need

to deliver all these presents in time!

Now, if you don't mind,

I think I might need a few extra hands!

Ho-ho-ho!

Merry Christmas!

[♪]