All language subtitles for Bobs Burgers s08e06e07 The Bleakening.eng

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(snoring)

(groans)

("Carol of the Bells" playing)

(gasps) Bob! Bobby! Bob! Bob!

What? What's happening? What?

- I got it.
- You got what? Wait. What time is it?

I just had a dream that we threw

the most incredible
Christmas party ever thrown.

It was perfect.

And now I know what we have to do.

(yawning): Go back to sleep?

No, no. Listen, listen.

It just hasn't felt
like Christmas this year.

I mean, I've got the spirit,
but people seem so sad.

Look, I know money's tight.

I know it's been a tough
year and that guy died,

the guy that was in that show.

Yeah, that was sad.

But it's the holidays.

Mm, okay. Good night.

I think my dream was
trying to tell me something.

I think we're supposed to
spread cheer and save Christmas.

So, we should throw the party
from my dream at the restaurant.

- Um, when?
- Today. This afternoon.

The sooner the better.

Okay, but let's not go crazy.

We still have to wrap all our presents

- and shop for a couple more.
- No, no.

This party has to be magical,
Bobby, just like my dream.

? In my dream, you were there ?

? Wearing your Christmas best ?

? In my dream ?

? The whole town was there ?

? Saying this year's been a mess ?

? But the eggnog
flowed like a river ?

? And it made people reconsider ?

? And come together
for something bigger ?

? It's the Christmas of my ?

? Dreams... ?

Doesn't that sound nice?

Bob, write this stuff down.

We'll need all of it for the party.

Lin, I'm really tired.

? We'll need five
meat-carving stations ?

? I'll just make burgers ?

? Guests from far away nations ?

? I bet Teddy will come ?

? We'll need an ice-skating rink ?

? Everyone will wear skates ?

? Mr. Present greets guests
with a smile on his face... ?

Mr. Present sounds nice.

? In the Christmas of my ?

? Dreams. ?

Oh, it's gonna be great.

Lin, can I please have the blanket?

Are those new underwear? Those are nice.

Mm, no, they're old,
but thanks for noticing.

So, a dream told Mom
that we should throw

a Christmas party at the restaurant?

That's right. We're gonna
spread a little Christmas cheer.

I had a dream Dad had a ponytail.

Should we just do that instead?

Hang on, hang on. Shush.

I'm standing outside The Wiggle Room

where earlier this morning,

club patrons went from
tearing the roof off

this popular gay nightclub
to watching the city

tear the actual roof off
this popular gay nightclub.

This club has been in violation

of multiple city codes for a long time.

Noise violations, un-permitted stages

and more than one illegal seesaw.

Damn the man.

Bros before city codes.

So it looks like these tiny dancers

will hold each other
closer this holiday season,

making this cheery time of
year a little more tear-y

for this community.

- (Linda gasping)
- Hmm.

(Linda grunting)

- Mother seems well.
- Lin, why are you

cutting off the top of the tree?

I'm just gonna borrow a
little bit from our tree

and make a mini one for the restaurant.

She's circumcising our tree.

Did you see that news story?

This Christmas is gonna be sad

if we don't put in the extra effort.

(grunts)

Okay, so, our tree looks
exactly how it looks right now

'cause of what you just did.

Oh, you could barely tell.

Plus, I'll just reattach it.

It'll grow back together and done.

Yeah, that sounds right.

This little guy has to be special,

so I'm gonna relocate some
of my favorite ornaments.

Aw, I remember when
Gene made me this one.

Oh, my God, I love it.

And Tina made me this one.

Oh, my God, I love it.

And Louise made me this one.

Oh, my God, I love it!

Frankly, you know, I'm
a little more interested

in what's going under the
tree if you catch my drift.

Yes, Louise, we got the link
to your online gift registry.

I noticed a lot of the big-ticket items

were still available, so...

Aw, look at our little tree.

I love my mini tree.

I'm gonna fill it up with more ornaments

and then I'm gonna go
invite everyone to the party.

? ?

Happy holidays.

Here's a Santa Slider.

(laughs) 'Cause it's Christmas, right?

Yup. -I'm just gonna
start grabbing these

and you let me know when I've
taken an appropriate amount.

- Oh, okay, stop, Teddy.
- So, just, so, just four then?

Every time you come by?

We're gonna be seeing a
lot of each other, Bobby.

- Hmm.
- (groans)

Would you like a Santa Slider, Mort?

Ooh, the last one.

Room temperature and
everybody's touched it.

No, no, no. It's pretty fresh
and-and no one's touched it,

- except maybe Teddy.
- I grazed it.

I'll wait for a fresh batch.

What's your problem, Mort?
(mouth full): Just take it.

Fine, I'll take it.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Just kidding. It's ice cold.

Did you see my little tree?

I put all my favorite ornaments on it.

And the tree topper is a
little porcelain baby angel

and he's smiling 'cause
he's on top of the tree.

Can we just have the eggnog?

I like it. I like your ornaments.

- But we're gonna go on the
other side of the room now. - Oh.

So, what do you think? Santa
coming this year or what?

Have you been good? I hope
the Bleaken doesn't come.

Who and/or what is the Bleaken?

You kids don't know about the Bleaken?

Is it a band? Are they on SoundCloud?

He's got, like, different
names in different cultures,

but he's basically the anti-Santa.

LOUISE: You got our attention. Go on.

TEDDY: The Bleaken is a horned creature

with lizard skin and black feathers

who comes every once in a while.

- TINA: Every once in a while?
- GENE: Like El Ni�o?

TEDDY: My Nana used to say he
feeds off sadness and anger.

She said when me and
my sister would fight,

it meant the Bleaken would come.

Nana sounds fun.

Is Nana short for banana?

Well, what happens
when the Bleaken comes?

TEDDY: The Bleaken steals your presents.

- LOUISE: What?!
- TEDDY: Yup.

Then he takes them back to his lair

and you never see them again.

And one time, I thought,
I thought I saw him.

Wait, you saw the Bleaken?

I don't know. I was little.

Nana used to give us wine.

You're freaking us out.

Keep your weird Nana stuff to yourself.

Yeah, the Bleaken's
probably just an old story.

- And a long story. Am I right? Eh?
- (door bells jingle)

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

Now it's a party. (laughs)

Yeah, 'cause Jimmy's here and me.

And damn it, Trev, do not say stuff.

What do you mean don't say stuff?
What-what am I supposed to say?

- Just shush-ish.
- Uh, but...

Hi, Jimmy. Hi, Trev.

Happy holidays.

Lin, you invited Jimmy?

It's a Christmas ceasefire,
Bob, a truce for the holidays.

Yeah, Bob. Try to be the
bigger man for once, huh?

That shouldn't be too
hard because of your butt!

It's big. (laughs)

- Zoom.
- Hmm. Mm-hmm.

I'm not saying nothing.

- Come on.
- No.

- Come on.
- No.

- Come on.
- All right.

(laughs) Nice.

Hmm. Well, Merry Christmas.

Stupid Jimmy Pesto.

Thanks for coming,
Dalton. Merry Christmas.

Oh, my God, Linda, this tastes
like mouthwash with eggs in it.

I love it. You're so sweet.

Do you literally have
anything else to drink?

Uh, I-I could open up some champagne.

Ugh, you're a peach.

I'm going to drink my
way through the holidays.

Wait, what do you
mean? Like in a fun way?

Ask my ex-boyfriend,
then ask his new boyfriend

and then ask his new
boyfriend's ex-boyfriend.

Oh, wait, that's me.

Oh. Sorry. I think.

I got lost.

Well, happy holidays. (whoops)

Yay.

That Bleaken stuff, I don't know.

I feel it.

I think the Bleaken is coming this year.

You know what I mean?

Doesn't it just seem,
like, cold and gray?

- Look outside.
- It's winter.

If you believe the media.

- Hey, Bob.
- Hi, Marshmallow.

Hey, Marshmallow. Who's your friend?

This is Art. He's an artist.

Well, art I glad to meet you, Art.

Hmm. Maybe we should go.

It's fine. I'm easily amused. (chuckles)

Ha, easily, I get it.

Marshmallow, I heard
The Wiggle Room closed.

Didn't you used to go
there? I'm so sorry.

I don't know if I'll ever wiggle again.

Well, maybe some eggnog
will cheer you up?

Thanks, baby.

- Oh, that's nasty.
- Merry Christmas.

Thanks for coming.

So nice to see you.

All right. Happy holidays.

Happy holidays. Yeah.

? It's the Christmas of my dreams. ?

- Sorry, what?
- Nothing, nothing.

I... ooh, it's cold out.

Well, did we save Christmas?

I mean, it wasn't as big
as the party in my dream

and Mr. Present didn't come,

but I think we did our part to
spread a little holiday cheer.

And my little tree looks so good.

- Oh, my God!
- Lin, what's wrong?

Aah, my tree! My tree is gone!

(gasps) My ornaments.

All my favorite ornaments.

- (gags)
- Wait, where is it?

Kids, did you move Mom's little tree?

- I didn't.
- Nope.

- No.
- Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God! (gags)
- Oh, my God.

(growls) Who would
steal a Christmas tree

It's Christmas. Oh, right.
That kind of makes sense.

My favorite ornaments. My little babies.

- I know, it's...
- I'm gonna faint.

I know it's awful, Lin,

but-but try and calm down.

I mean, you already called the police.

- Three times.
- I say call back

and this time, you hang up on them.

I say call that new Vietnamese place

and order just a ton of beef b�nh mis.

I came as quickly as I could
after I did some other stuff.

- So what was stolen?
- My little Christmas tree.

Technically, it was just the
top of the Christmas tree.

- Just the tip.
- Gene.

It had all my favorite ornaments on it.

- My kids made most of them.
- I have one question.

Did the thief steal your kids' hands?

- No.
- Good.

Kids, make your mom some new ornaments

and quit wasting my time.

Sergeant Bosco, please.

Let me tell you something.

I've learned one thing
in law enforcement.

People are awful and
Christmas makes them worse.

There's been a rash of little
thefts like this all over town.

What's been stolen?

A lot of Christmas crap.

Lights, plastic reindeer,

a bunch of those
inflatable Santa Clauses.

- I have one of those.
- Of course you do.

Well, I wouldn't put it out this year.

Wait, I already did.

Do you have any leads? Any suspects?

Yeah, some guy... or girl,

or a group of guys and girls.

Bye, I'm leaving.

(sighs) I'm sorry, Lin.

He-he wasn't really helpful.

But maybe let's do like he said

and have the kids make
some new ornaments.

I don't want new ornaments, Bob.

I want the ornaments from
when they were young and cute,

not from now.

Hey, I'm adorable.

You know what? We don't need Bosco.

Whoever took my tree
was a guest at our party.

We know who all the suspects are.

We just have to go talk to them.

Lin, Christmas is in three days.

Are-are you sure this is...

I'm finding my ornaments, Bob!

Oh, whoa. Fine.

But we can't get too
carried away, right?

Or we let Mom solve every crime in town.

Like Kyra Sedgwick or
Mariska Hargitay-tag-gahh.

Okay, here it is. This is
everyone who was at our party.

I already crossed you, the kids,
Teddy and Mort off the list.

Hmm, I don't know. Mort
was a little annoyed

that he had to take the
last slider on the tray.

Ooh, motive.

Okay, Mort's back on the list.

But maybe we should start
with the more obvious suspects.

I think I might know one.

LINDA: Jimmy Pesto.

Come on, let's go grill him!

- (grunts)
- Wait, Lin, I'll go with you,

but let's try not to
let this get out of hand.

Oh, I won't go overboard.

Now let's go toss that pizza man.

- I'm going to get my coat.
- What should we do?

We should probably go with you guys.

You could use the extra muscle.

No, no, no, we'll close
for a little while.

You kids go upstairs
and make your mom and me

- some of those coupon books that...
- You love so much?

No, I was gonna say that
you never seem to honor.

Well, you wanted us to honor them?

I guess it's not the
thought that counts.

- (knocking)
- Bob, come on!

Heh-ho! Look what the fart dragged in!

- (laughing)
- Can it, Pesto.

I know you did it.
Where are you hiding it?

What are you yelling about?

We're in-investigating a crime.

She's following up on a... lead.

Oh, no. Did someone steal
all of your customers?

Wait. That was me! (laughs)

(laughs) He's talking
about your livelihood.

No, Jimmy. Somebody stole
my little Christmas tree

from the holiday party, and I think

you know exactly who stole
it because it was you!

What? Well, why would
I want your dumb tree?

I thought maybe, uh, you came over here

- because you found the fudge.
- Fudge? What fudge?

I took some fudge from the snack table

at your party and put it
in the urinal. (laughs)

So it looked like someone pooped!

(both laugh)

So, there was really no
reason to stay after that,

and we left. Doodly doo.

Huh. You did leave kind of early.

The tree wasn't stolen till later.

Well, Lin, I think it's
obvious that Jimmy is an idiot.

- Yeah?
- But I don't think he did it.

Um, I don't think an idiot
would put fudge in a urinal.

Yeah, maybe we can
cross him off the list.

Wait. Security cameras.

BOB: Jimmy's camera doesn't
point at our restaurant.

Yeah, why would I want to do that? What?

Is America's Most Boring and
Sad Videos still on the air?

(laughs)

That was never a show!

I'm not talking about Jimmy's camera.

Mort's got a camera on
our side of the street.

"Present this coupon

to redeem a 200-minute
foot massage from Tina."

- What? - Guys, I know
you're working really hard.

We all are. But I think
I know who took Mom's tree

and all the Christmas
stuff Bosco said was stolen.

My theory? The Bleaken did it.

Whoa. Teddy did say the
Bleaken steals stuff.

Well, he's not gonna steal our presents.

Why not? Is it 'cause we're poor

and our toys break almost immediately?

No. 'Cause we are gonna stop him.

? The Bleaken is coming
as fast as he can ?

? Ruining Christmas like
he don't give a damn ?

? Got to find the Bleaken,
we'll follow his scent ?

? We got to stop the Bleaken
from stealing our presents ?

? He's gonna be defeated,
he's about to meet his match ?

? And maybe when we find him ?

? We can ask for Mom's tree back ?

Sure, sure, sure, but mostly,

it's about running him out of town

- before he steals our
Christmas presents. - Totally.

I just think maybe once
we find him and scare him,

- it wouldn't hurt to ask
for Mom's tree. - Uh, yeah.

ALL: ? The Bleaken is gonna ?

? Wish that he was never born ?

? We're coming for you, man ?

? Hold onto your horns ?

I just asked for experiences this year.

The Bleaken can't steal a
Korean BBQ dinner for two!

I mean, isn't that a gift card?

- He can just take it, right?
- Damn it!

? The Bleaken is gonna ?

? Wish that he was never born ?

? We're comin' for you, man ?

? Hold onto your horns! ?

Ah! I'm okay.

LINDA: Thanks for doing this, Mort.

We really appreciate
it. And you should know

- we never thought you
were a suspect. - Thanks.

Sounds like maybe you did,
but let me just push past that

and bring up the video from yesterday.

All right, let me jump to
the middle of the party,

- and...
- LINDA: Fischoeder.

BOB: Wait. I don't remember
seeing Fischoeder at our party.

And now we know why.

He looked inside, saw
us, and... didn't come in.

That Ba-hum-bugger. Look, it's
you, Mort. Are you skipping?

(laughs): I was, uh... I
was just trying something.

I'm just gonna fast-forward.

Wait, wait! Stop! Go back. Go back.

- Right there. Look!
- BOB: Oh, my God. Edith.

She's hiding something under her coat.

We got ya! Greatest generation, my ass!

Hey Lin, what's the plan?
How do we get 'em to talk?

Here's the plan. We go in,
and we get my tree back.

Oh, good. So you've
thought this through.

- Edith! Harold!
- Hello?

Well, nobody's in here.
Maybe we should go?

(quietly): Door to the back. Let's go.

Yup. Great. Let's do that.

- (Linda gasps)
- Oh, my God.

Class is full. Go away!

Hi, everyone. Sorry. Keep drawing.

What do you want? -We want
you to explain... this!

That picture doesn't prove anything!

- That could be any old lady.
- Hey!

I mean, no, you look good.
I mean, uh... nothing.

- I know I do.
- Yes, you do!

Can you two please just
give my wife her tree?

- Tree? What tree?
- We didn't take your damn tree!

Oh, you didn't, huh?

What's under your
coat, Miss Grabby Puss?

Well, we took your cookie platter, okay?
Happy now?

- You took our what?
- Cookies!

We've had life-drawing
classes all week.

We-we came to your party, and
we ran out of time to buy snacks.

Nudes need snacks! It's
hard work! They like cookies!

It was the end of the party.

We thought you were
gonna throw them out!

No one was supposed to get hurt!

Huh. Bob, look at naked Santa.

I-I saw him, Lin. You
really can't miss him.

No, look at him again. I
think he was at our party.

He's Art, the artist, remember?

Oh, yeah. Um, can we leave?

No. He's a suspect. We
have to question him.

Well, you two should be ashamed of
yourselves. Stealing our cookies.

Now we're gonna talk to your
nude, and you're gonna let us.

? You were at our party, I
hope you had a good time ?

? I did, I drank the eggnog ?

? Gross, but nicely spiked ?

? Well, someone stole my tree,
I need to know your alibi ?

? I'm clearly a man
with nothing to hide ?

? After your party, I
was in a lovely mood ?

? I came straight here,
had a cookie and got nude ?

? He got nude, he got super nude ?

? Ask the class, I
swear it wasn't me ?

? When I came in here,
I didn't have your tree ?

? He didn't have it, he
didn't have your tree ?

A bush maybe. Ha-ha!

- Harold!
- Sorry.

? Well, I believe you,
I'm sorry to intrude ?

? It's okay, I just signed
up to see some boobs ?

It turns out, I actually love drawing.

? He loves drawing, but
he's still pretty creepy ?

? Definitely creepy ?

? I hope you find your tree. ?

Well, Lin, we should probably
head back to the restaurant.

No! I got to keep looking, Bobby!

I need to find my
ornaments. My little babies!

Okay, okay, you keep looking,
but I'm gonna get back to work

where we both work or we used to.

Good! Get out! Leave!
And take your cookie tray!

LINDA: ? Oh, Christmas
tree, oh, Christmas tree ?

? Where is my frickin'
Christmas tree? ?

TEDDY: ? I wonder
if it was that guy ?

LINDA: ? If I don't
find it, I might die ?

? Christmas tree,
oh, Christmas tree ?

? Where can you be,
my Christmas tree? ?

Well, that's it.

I crossed everyone off the list.

My ornaments are just out
there in the cold dyin'.

- I'm sorry, Lin.
- You know what?

I'm gonna go back out there

and talk to everyone on my list again.

Maybe I missed something.

Lin, we still need to wrap presents.

What? What are you talkin' about?

Presents... we need to wrap them

for the kids... for Christmas, remember?

Right. The kids' presents.
We haven't wrapped 'em.

- We have not.
- That's bad.

It's fine. I'm just wondering
when we're gonna do it.

And by "we," I mean mostly
you, 'cause I'm horrible at it.

Yeah, you wrap like a drunk, blind bear.

That's how I live.

Eh, I may have been a little...

overly focused on getting my tree back.

Well, you know what?
I'm done. -Wait. Really?

Yeah. That thief may
have stolen my ornaments,

but he's not gonna steal our Christmas.
-(door bells jingle)

Mom, we need to talk to you.
It's about your tree.

Da-da-da. Kid-Kids, your mother's
actually done looking for the tree,

- and we are all very happy about that.
- Yup, yup. All done.

We know who stole it!

(gasps) You do?! Who was it?!

- Oh, my God.
- It was the Bleaken!

- What? - You-you kids believe
in the Bleaken? - ALL: Yeah!

- So you know about him?
- Yeah, but, I mean, he's not real.

You got to believe us.

This crime has Bleaken
written all over it.

Thanks, kids. It's sweet
that you're trying to help,

but there's no such
thing as the Bleaken.

Plus, I'm fine. Don't worry
about your mom. I'm fine.

Well, we are worried about you, Mother,

but we're also worried about
our presents getting stolen.

Look, everyone, tomorrow
is Christmas, and I think

we should all just act as
normal as we... normally do.

And enjoy it as much as we can

with whatever presents Santa brings

and whatever presents we
bought, which are... gre-great.

And not exactly what
you asked for, but close.

- Kind of. You're-you're...
you're gonna love it. - Yay!

All right, Mom and Dad wouldn't
believe us about the Bleaken,

but maybe the cops will.

GENE: A ragtag gang like us
comin' in off the streets.

Of course they'll believe us.

The... Bleaken... is... not... real.

No, you got to listen.
Call the SWAT team!

Call MASH! Call Columbo!

Call everybody. He is
gonna ruin Christmas!

- Stop... talking!
- (Louise grunts)

Listen, it's just a bunch of punk kids

stealing Christmas crap around town.

Wait. Is that a map of all
the places that got robbed?

Yeah, the ones I
bothered putting up there.

Also, I ran out of thumb
tacks, so I just stopped.

Hmm. What about that? Is
that some kind of lamp?

What? Yeah, yeah, yeah. I
guess I kind of like lamps.

- You think I have too many
in here or what?

- No. No.
- No. The appropriate amount of lamps.

Well, we're really
sorry we bothered you.

Seems like you're on top of
everything, Sergeant Bosco.

It's punk kids doing it. Ugh. Punks.

- And thank you for the water.
- You're welcome.

What happened, Louise?
You got out of there really fast.

Did you have to toot?
'Cause I just went for it.

They can't arrest you for that.

Yeah, I don't know. Maybe
it's 'cause I took this!

GENE: A picture of the
side of Bosco's face?

- Not his best angle.
- But great lighting. Lamp lighting.

No, it's a picture of the map.

Now that we know where the
Bleaken stole everything from,

maybe we can triangulate,
and find his nest.

I'll try-angulate anything once.

There's a pattern. I know there is.

Is it plaid? It's probably plaid.

Wait. Isn't this spot
right in the middle? Like,

the exact middle of all of them?

I guess so. What does that mean?

It means it's got to
be the Bleaken's lair.

I say tonight, after
Christmas Eve dinner,

we sneak out, find his
nest, save our presents,

and if we have time,
we get Mom's tree back.

Oh, my God, did we just triangulate?

Gene, play it cool, but, yeah, we did.

You kids are quiet.

Do you, do you, do you like your ham?

It's very good ham, Father.

This ham is making me sleepy.

I'll definitely be sleeping
in my bed all night now.

Okay. Uh, good.

TEDDY: All right, bastard, or
group of bastards, out there

stealing decorations.

You think you're gonna get my Santa?

You're not gonna get my Santa.

You're gonna get a big surprise.

That's what you're gonna
get. Yeah. Big surprise.

So... should we put out
cookies and milk for Santa?

All right.

? Ooh, ooh, ooh,
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ?

? Ooh, ooh, ooh ?

- ? Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ?
- (sighs)

? Hark how the bells ?

? Sweet silver bells ?

? All seem to say ?

? Throw cares away ?

? Ding dong, ding dong ?

? That is their song ?

? With joyful ring ?

? All caroling ?

? One seems to hear ?

? Words of good cheer ?

? From everywhere ?

? Filling the air ?

? Oh, how they pound ?

? Raising the sound ?

? O'er hill and dale ?

? Telling their tale ?

? Gaily they ring ?

? While people sing songs... ?

TEDDY: Now we just got to flip
on the air compressor and...

- (air whooshing)
- Ah! Ooh! Ah, that feels good.

Come on, thief or
thieves. Come and get me.

No one would suspect a man would
spend his Christmas Eve in here.

(Gene groaning, smacking lips)

LOUISE: Tina, how we doing?

We almost there? We in the right spot?

Yeah, we just have to walk towards

that abandoned warehouse down
this dark, abandoned street.

Everything's fine. Unless
you think it's not,

and we should call Mom and Dad.

No. We've gone rogue.

We're not calling Mom and Dad.

Nobody panic, but I'm running
out of walking cookies.

Come on, guys, we're doing this for Mom,

and Christmas, AKA our presents.

Eh, we really shouldn't have snuck out

I'm feeling sneaker-outer's remorse.

Tina, Mom and Dad wouldn't
want us wandering around

this part of town alone,
so we had to sneak out

because we love them so much.

(phone beeps)

(vibrating)

- (groggily): Uh, hello?
- TINA: I don't know,

I think Mom and Dad would like to know

that we're down near the
strange, abandoned building

on the corner of Garfield Street
and Jackson Street, I think.

- I can't read it very well.
- Tina? Tina, sweetie, can you hear me?

Bob, I think the kids
snuck out of the house.

Wait, what? Tina's butt-dialing me

from the emergency
phone... I can hear 'em.

Tina! Tina, it's Mommy. Can you hear me?

- (muffled): Tina!
- Louise, I really think

we should turn around and go home.

There's nothing out here
except a thousand scary alleys.

Guys. Oh, my gosh, it's
one of Mom's ornaments.

That's the one I made.

You're safe now. Shh,
shh, it's all over.

It's okay. Get this ornament a blanket!

LOUISE: What?

- Ah!
- Hell no!

This is real. This is happening.

So, should we, like, stake out the
perimeter and call for some backup?

No, there's no time. It's
Christmas frickin' Eve.

Look, footprints. Let's follow them.

Crap. Flashlight's dead.

Looks like we'll be
doing this in the dark.

Cool, cool, cool.

(Tina gasping rhythmically)

- ? The Bleaken is gonna ?
- (gasping continues)

? Wish that he was never born ?

(gasping continues)

? We're coming for you, man ?

? Hold onto your horns ?

GENE: Protect us, Lord Santa.

LOUISE: Okay, all signs
point to the Bleaken's lair

being inside this warehouse.

We just need to figure out

how to get in and get
Mom's ornaments out.

But we've looked all over this
place and there's no doors.

Maybe we could go home and
make some muffins and come back.

Everyone likes to open the door

to a fresh basket of muffins.

That's weird... there's
footprints that lead that way,

but there's nothing over there.

It doesn't make any sense.

There's nothing here but a ditch.

GENE: A nasty little ditch.

LOUISE: Are you kidding
me? We came all this way

and we can't get in?

Ugh! Hmm? What the...

- Huh?
- You guys, this is a wall.

Wow, someone painted
a super realistic mural

on the side of this warehouse.

I thought only Wile E. Coyote
could do that. Or Banksy.

You guys, I think I found the door.

Oh, my God, it's unlocked.

(door squeaks)

LOUISE: Looks like the
only way to go is down.

(gasping heavily)

My nightmare called... it
wants its scary staircase back.

Okay, before we do
this, let's talk weapons.

- What'd everybody bring?
- Wait, what?

None. Why are we talking weapons now?

There was a much better time to do this,

back when we were near weapons.

Well, I have extras. You're welcome.

(sighs) Okay, here's what I got.

Ruler, for slapping or poking.

- Or measuring.
- Pass.

- Key chain, for stabbing.
- Or keys.

You could also take the key chain,

and you could force it down a throat.

Yeah, you could sneak
it into someone's mouth.

Yeah.

Hey, what's that? Oh,
keys in your mouth.

- Wha-What else you got?
- Uh, you know, Mace, knife.

- But I'm keeping those.
- Oh.

Uh, I guess I'll go ruler, but
I don't feel good about this.

Shall we?

? ?

GENE: Okay...

LOUISE: Weird. Why would there be stairs

that lead to a brick wall?

Maybe it's another painting?

Like, maybe it's a
picture of a brick wall

painted on a super easy to
walk through piece of paper.

Ow. No, that feels like brick.

BOB: All right, Tina said the corner

of Garfield and Jackson,

but those streets don't intersect.

She's not good with directions, Bob.

Nobody is in our family.

We're lucky we ever get anywhere.

We're so stupid. Oh, God, my babies!

My babies are in danger, no!

- (sobbing)
- Lin, Lin, Lin.

Lin, let's try and stay calm.

This is a-a totally safe area

- for kids to walk around.
- (dogs growling, snarling)

See? Those dogs are playing...

- to the death.
- It's all my fault.

If I hadn't gotten so caught up
in my ornaments investigation,

the kids wouldn't be
in danger right now.

- That's true.
- Bob!

You're not supposed to agree with me

when I blame myself.

BOB: Oh, right, it's, uh,

then it's not your fault.

Thank you. Now say it's all your fault.

What? Why-why?

- Say it.
- No.

Okay, it's both our faults.

(sighs): Fine.

LINDA: Well, this is
Garfield and Johnson.

Could she have maybe
not read it very well?

BOB: Maybe. We haven't
bought her new glasses

since she was six.

Well, there are footprints here,

and they could be kid-sized,

and there's a lot of cookie crumbs.

(sobbing): Oh, God, no!

My babies are in there. No. Why?

Eh, so no decorations thief yet.

That's okay. It's a waiting game, right?

Here comes nice Mrs. Chang
with her little doggy.

Hello, little doggy.

Hey, she's not picking it up.

So she's the one that doesn't scoop.

I did not suspect that. All these years.

Uh-oh, uh-oh, there's the smell.

(gagging)

That's bad. Oh, that's bad.

Oh, it's coming in the suit.

Ugh, it's trapped in
here. No, no... ugh!

Don't puke in Santa.
Don't puke in Santa.

(Gene grunting)

LOUISE: Ugh, we've
pushed on every brick

on these stupid walls and nothing works.

(door creaks)

Did you guys hear that?
I think someone's coming.

(whispering): Everybody be quiet.

It's probably the Bleaken,

or maybe one of his minions.

Do you think they call
themselves "Blinions"?

If they don't, they're
making a terrible mistake.

(gasps) You guys, I
think I just realized

why there's a staircase
leading to nowhere.

- Why?
- To trap someone.

(gasps, groans)

Okay, here's the plan:
we hide behind here,

and as soon as they come down,

- we jump 'em.
- I love the hiding part.

Everybody get out your weapons.

Is it too late to switch?

Great ruler here if anyone wants it.

- Incredibly accurate.
- Shh, here they come.

Get 'em!

(all shouting)

- BOB: Oh, my God.
- Hold on. Hold on, stop, stop.

- Mom? Dad?
- Kids?

Oh, my baby, baby, baby, babies.

Oh, I'm so glad you're safe.

Did-did someone just hit
me in the face with a ruler?

- It was Gene.
- It-it hurt.

Oh, did it? Cool.

I mean, shame on you,
Gene. That's our father.

What are you kids doing down here?

Why'd you attack us?

We thought you were Blinions.

How did you know where to find us?

You butt-dialed us.

We could hear you
talking in the background.

Huh, that's funny.

I wonder who it could have been.

Who's got the most scared butt?

Mom's got the most fierce butt.

Thank you, Gene.

But Dad's is the most lived-in.

Thank you, Gene.

I did it, okay, Louise?

I called Mom and Dad, and
told them where we were.

- It was me.
- Uh, yeah, I figured.

Oh.

Well, whatever. We're all here.

Maybe you guys can help us

get past this brick wall.

By the way, how long
did it take you guys

to figure out the door was in the mural?

Way too long. I still don't think

- your mom gets it.
- I get it, kind of.

It's a mirror, right?

- BOB AND LOUISE: No.
- It is.

- (loud boom) -(all gasp)
- Oh, my God, what was that?

- (booming continues)
- You guys, look.

That step is rattling,

like it's hollow or something.

Huh, that's odd.

Dad, help me lift this up.

Easy, Bob, easy... your back.

- Lift with your legs, you're so frail.
- Oh, my God.

Why are we doing this?

Whoa, a secret staircase
inside a staircase.

It's an architectural turducken.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, that's great.

- Uh, now let's go home.
- What?

No way. We came this far.
We can't turn back now.

We're so close to finding the Bleaken.

Louise, the Bleaken isn't real,

- and he didn't steal Mom's ornaments.
- Okay, fine.

Then how do you explain this?

(gasps) One of my ornaments.

- What the...
- Where did you kids find this?

Here. That's what we're
trying to tell you.

A map of the robberies
led us to this area,

and then we followed a trail
of black feathers and footprints

into this building.

Obviously, something is going on.

Where there's smoke, there's feathers.

Listen, kids, I'm glad you
found one of the ornaments,

and I am really glad you're okay,

but there's no way we're
spending Christmas Eve

in a dark, scary warehouse. Right, Lin?

- Here's the thing, Bob.
- Oh, no.

Now, I'm not saying the
Bleaken took my ornaments,

- 'cause it could have been anyone.
- Right, sure.

- But somebody
stole 'em. - Mm-hmm.

And it sure seems like
the kids are right,

that whoever stole them
is inside this building

- right here, the one we're
standing in right now. - Mm...

So, I'm staying till
I find my ornaments.

- Yes!
- But you can take the kids home.

- What, wait, what?
- I'm not leaving you here.

- Neither am I.
- I think she'll be fine.

Wait, I-I'm staying with Mom.

Me, too. Who said she'll be fine?

That sounded cowardly.

Okay, we'll try and find
whoever stole the ornaments.

- The Bleaken.
- Not the Bleaken.

But you all stay behind me,

and we leave in 20
minutes, no matter what.

- Tina, give me the ruler.
- No.

- Tina.
- Fine. Let me show you how to use it.

- (grunts)
- Ow.

I can't believe we're doing this.

Such a bad idea. Such a bad idea.

Such a bad idea.

That's great, Dad, great for morale.

Keep it up.

? ?

? Someone's stealing
all the Christmas cheer ?

? Do you hear what I hear? ?

? Inflatable vinyl decorations
make this time of year ?

? Do you hear what I hear? ?

? A Santy Claus
standing on the lawn ?

? With a hidden Christmas surprise ?

? It's a grown man
dressed in disguise. ?

- (Tina groans)
- You still want to do this, Lin?

- Because we can turn back.
- Some jerk has my tree, Bob.

Yeah, Dad, and that jerk happens to be

a ferocious, mystical beast

who's trying to ruin
the holiday, just FYI.

Everyone's being really rational.

This is great. Really,
really, really, really great.

TEDDY: ? A jerk or two ?

? Out there in the night ?

? If he comes, he's
gonna get a fight ?

? If he comes, I just
hope he doesn't bite. ?

- (Linda moans)
- (lamp crackles)

- That's not good.
- All right, nobody panic.

W-We'll just wait till
the lights come back on.

Or until we're killed.

(lamp crackles)

(all screaming)

(Tina gasping)

LINDA: What the heck was that thing?

I-It was a... it was...

What do you think it was?
It was the frickin' Bleaken!

Okay, we should definitely turn back.

Bob, that thing can be explained.

I don't know how, but it can.

We got to keep going. It's like IKEA.

We can't go back. We
got to push forward.

Watch out for Swedish meatballs.

Oh, okay, fine, we'll
go toward the thing

with feathers and the deer head.

All right, I'm gonna open this a crack,

even though every part of
me tells me not to do this.

Everyone stand back.

Oh, you're standing way back.

That's good.

(dance music playing)

What is it? What do you see?

It's, uh, not what I expected.

It's not a horrible pit of death?

Hmm, I mean, it depends on how
you feel about trance music.

Is this Moby's house?

Oh, it's a...

(dance music playing)

- ... rave.
- BOB: Yup. Just a rave.

TINA: Whoever these people are,

they have a lot of creative ideas.

Like the illusion wall
and the secret staircase.

LOUISE: So instead
of the Bleaken's nest,

we get a bunch of people
dancing like nobody's watching?

What a rip-off.

(gasps) Look!

TINA: Whoa. Mom's tree.

Everyone, we're leaving in a second.

Right after I get my
frickin' treetop back.

Mom is literally raving mad.

(dance music playing)

I bet all this stuff is stolen.

Yeah. And that guy stole my dance move.

I think that's the reading reindeer

from in front of the library.

I recognize his glasses.

Stupid... young people.

They think they can just take
things for their fancy rave.

Don't worry, Lin, we're
gonna get your tree back.

I mean, it's really high up, but...

DJ ELEV-8: Hey, everyone.

DJ Elev-8 here.

That's spelled with the number eight.

And this is asinine
with the number nine.

Just a few minutes left until
the clock strikes midnight

and it's officially Christmas morning.

You all know what that means.

It's time to elev-8!

- Ugh. Unbelievable.
- Okay, I think if we just

quietly and inconspicuously
make our way over to...

I'm gonna get on that microphone

and give these people
a piece of my mind.

Please don't do that, Lin.

Please do that, Mom.

Bob, you go get my treetop.

Kids, you stand underneath
your father in case he falls.

I got a party to poop on.

BOB: Oh, my God, that's so high up.

GENE: This is what I
thought a rave looked like.

But it is not what I
thought a rave smelled like.

TEDDY: Okay. I can't
take the smell anymore.

I got to move away from the dog poop.

(grunts) Damn it.

Oh... whoa, oh, whoa!

(shouts)

Just got to get my arms
under me, like a push-up.

Just got to do one push-up.

(grunting)

What's wrong with me?

I can't do one push-up?

(straining)

(grunts)

(sighing)

Oh, God. This is really
the stupidest way to die.

Don't worry, Dad. You're not gonna die.

I mean, if you fall, it
would be a tough road back,

but you're not gonna die.

Yeah, I bet Santa falls
off roofs all the time,

and he's only in slightly
better shape than you.

Just for the record, your
butt crack's not totally out.

I know it, I feel it.

I feel the breeze.

- (microphone feedback)
- Hello! Hello, people!

Uh, can I have your attention please?

Hey. What the... ? Get off of that.

Get off... get off it... Give it to me!

What are you doing?
I'm killing that mic.

Where's that damn switch?

I know you're all having a fun time

in your little rave cave,
but I need to say something.

Normally, I would love to
be doing a rave with you,

but this is bull crap.

This is not what Christmas is about.

It's not about stealing
things, and secret tunnels.

RAVER: We don't have a permit for this.

That's why we have all those things.

To keep people out... Who brought her?

And no one stole anything!

Oh, go play ping pong
with your ding dong.

You know full well what you
did, you Christmas burglars.

Look, you took my treetop.

Uh, hi.

So we're taking it back.

And my ornaments.

But you know what I can't get back?

My Christmas spirit!

? ?

Huh, what's happening?

Wha... what is that?

(crowd gasping)

Whoa.

Hello. (laughs)

Most of the year, you know
me as Cleavage To Beaver.

But it's Christmas, so
tonight, I'm Miss Triple X-Mas.

- (whistling) - Welcome to our
party. I'm not sure what

this grumpy lady is yelling
about, but it's midnight.

So I'm gonna sing my Christmas song.

? Twinkly lights ?

? Shine ?

? If one of them goes
out, then none of them ?

? Light... ?

Whoa.

? Or at least that's how ?

? It used to be ?

? Now the LED�s work a
little bit differently ?

? But you know what I mean ?

(crowd cheers)

? Twinkly lights, twinkly lights ?

? That's what makes
Christmas bright ?

? All different colors,
and all different types ?

? I mean, sure there are
a lot of white lights ?

? But you need an
assortment of lights ?

? To do it right... ?

Finally, a song about light-bulbs.

Marbles? Marshmallow? Dalton?

? And when they want to tell
us that we're all wrong ?

? I'm here to tell you that we're ?

? All ?

? Lights... ?

- Oh, my God.
- ? You twinkle ?

- ? You twinkle for me ?
- Hi. Excuse me.

Hi. You're...

uh, you're not the Bleaken, are you?

No. I'm-I'm a person. In a costume.

Well, just so you know,
we could've taken him.

- Right, guys?
- Yeah!

We would've sent him
back to Bleakentown.

I had a ruler. I really don't
know how it would've gone down.

(crowd cheering)

- Oh, not again.
- Wait, wait, wait!

Don't turn me off. I want to apologize.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

I didn't realize how
w-wonderful this party was.

I-I... I couldn't see you.

I thought you were dumb kids.

MARSHMALLOW: I'm 23.

I thought Christmas gave up on me,

but... but maybe I gave up on Christmas.

RAVER: Can you tell us all this later?

Wait, wait, listen! I, uh,
I have to confess something.

Uh, something I did that I
feel really, really bad about

and now I wish I could undo.

I called the cops and told them
the Christmas thieves are here

and they're on their way. I'm sorry.

- (crowd groans)
- Oh, no.

You called the cops?

They're gonna shut us down.

I know! I'm so sorry.

I'm really, really sorry.

- Hi, Marshmallow.
- Mm-mm.

I'm sorry I called the cops.
I feel terrible.

It was dark, and I couldn't
see all your beautiful faces.

You called the cops and
ruined our Christmas party.

-This party is all I have.
-Okay, I'll be honest,

I have a couple different
things going on tonight,

so I was gonna leave,
like, a little early,

but this is still not cool, Linda.

Okay, I admit it. I ruined your party.

I just got so mad.

I-I freaked out 'cause
you stole my ornaments.

For the last time, lady, we
didn't steal your ornaments.

Well, someone did!

I did.

(gasps) Art, the naked artist guy?

I confess. I stole your
tree, and these lights,

and I did it by myself.

Don't blame anyone else
here, it was all me.

And to think I gave you drugs.

But why?

I was put in charge
of decorations.

I didn't have any money.

And I didn't think it
was hurting anyone

if I borrowed a few
things here and there.

I borrowed them, kind of.

And then I put all this up.

Oh, it is beautiful.

- Oh, I know.
- So how'd you boost our spruce?

I hid it in the Dumpster in your
alley when I left your party.

(gasps) You threw my
tree in a Dumpster?

I placed it, I placed it in
the dumpster, very carefully.

Right next to some old meat.

And then, after I finished my
nuding, I came back for it.

It's just, this party's
usually at The Wiggle Room,

and it always looks amazing.

And I know it's important
to a lot of people,

and I just...

I had a dream of making it
look beautiful in here,

to bring people a
little bit of light.

(gasps) I had the exact same dream.

That's why I threw
my Christmas party.

LOUISE: This one was
way better though.

They were both good. Who's to say?

- I mean...
- Well, I...

They're here! The cops are outside!

Well, I guess that's that. Party's over.

Oh, my God, I am so late
for this next thing.

I would honestly bring you all,

but I don't even
have a plus-one,

so I doubt it would be cool to
show up with, like, 500 people.

Wait, wait, wait.
Hold on, hold on.

This party's not over.

Bob, what do you mean?

Look, we called the cops.

I mean, you called the cops,
I never would've done that.

The least we can do is save the party.
I have a plan.

I just need that costume.

GENE: Dad's about to get horny!

Where's the god-dang door?

- BOB: Hey! (whoops)
- What the...?

Over here! I'm the
Christmas thief!

The Bleaken is real.

Come and get me!

(panting)

Ooh, hit him with the car.
This will be fun.

- Do it.
- (siren wailing)

It worked. They're chasing him.

The cops left. Party back on!

(crowd cheering)

(dance music playing)

LINDA: All right!

(grunting): Ah!

(panting): I'm up.
Stronger than ever.

(sighs)

(siren wailing)

(panting): I think I lost them.

(laughs)

Oh, my God, the Bleaken's real.

(screams)

(both grunting)

-Bleaken?
-Santa?

-Bob?
-Teddy?

Oh, thank God, I
thought you were...

uh, what are you doing?

(panting): It's a... it's a long story.

Eh, same. It all started earlier,

- when I heard from uh, Bosco, that...
- Uh-oh.

-They're coming.
-Wait.

- Are you running from the cops?
- Yeah, yeah.

Very much. I-I need to hide.

Uh, turns out, I'm bad at that.

I-I think I got the perfect place.

Hmm.

We lost him. Oh, well.

How about we get lost in
some Kung Pao chicken?

TEDDY (whispering):
This is a great idea.

I knew we could
both fit in here.

-Well, we can kind of fit.
-Yeah.

- I mean, um, it's a little snug.
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Wait. Aren't we right
in front of your house?

Couldn't we have
just gone in there?

- Shh, shh, shh.
- Teddy.

- Aren't we right in...
- Shh, shh, shh.

- Why do you keep...
- Shh, shh, shh.

- Teddy. Why do you keep shushing me?
- What? Yeah.

I thought I heard something.

- Oh, sorry. Yeah.
- Yeah. So stop doing that.

That's why I'm trying to...
stop you from talking.

Why? 'Cause I'm... I
have something to say.

- Yeah, what? Yeah, yeah. Shh.
- I said...

We don't need to hide
here, we could go...

Shh, shh, shh.

- Shh. What?
- I'm leaving.

- No, don't go.
- Good-bye.

- TEDDY: No, don't go.
- BOB: Teddy, let go of me.

TEDDY: This is the best
Christmas Eve ever.

Don't ruin it.

- (dance music playing)
- Well, I guess there's no Bleaken.

I kind of wanted to fight him.

Maybe there is a Bleaken.

Maybe we scared him away with our tough,

badass, positive can-do attitude.

You might be right.

I mean, look at Mom.

I love Christmas!

I love Christmas!

- Mom, did you sleep?
- She hasn't even sat down.

Uh, somebody gave me a little
something at the party.

I feel amazing.

Hold on, I got to lie down for a second.

(snoring)

Isn't she an angel when she sleeps?

Well, Merry Christmas, everybody.

BOB: I'm just gonna, uh, feel her pulse.

Yeah, she's okay. She's fine.

? Twinkly lights, twinkly lights ?

? That's what makes
Christmas bright ?

? All different colors,
and all different types ?

? I mean, sure, there are
a lot of white lights ?

? But you need an assortment ?

? Of lights ?

? To do it right ?

? Ooh, ooh... ?

? And when they want to tell
us that we're all wrong ?

? I'm here to tell you ?

? That we're ?

? All ?

? Lights ?

-? It's twinkle ? -?
Bright twinkly lights ?

-? Twinkly lights ? -?
They twinkle for me ?

-? Make it light ?
-? That's right ?

? Ooh, ooh ?

? White light, black light ?

? Twinkly lights, bright light ?

? White light, black light ?

? Twinkly lights. ?

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