Original subtitles

- Yes!

Winter break has

officially begun!

Goodbye, backpack.

Hello, couch back.

- This is the last time

you'll see me in pants

'til New Year's.

- And of course,

what would the holidays be

without daring Dicky

to lick the frozen mailbox?

- [muffled]

So uncool, guys.

- Okay, fun time's over.

Let's talk

gift-snooping strategy.

So...

Where do you think Mom and Dad

hid the presents this year?

- [muffled] Attic.

- What?

- [muffled] Attic!

- Wait a minute.

What about the attic?

- Ricky, you're a genius.

- [muffled] That's what I

said!

- I hope Mom and Dad

got us a Maxbox.

- I know; last year's gaming

system is so two years ago.

All: Ooh.

- Jackpot.

All right, Nicky...

Work your magic.

- Socks.

Picture frame.

[sniffs]

Personalized mugs.

- What?

- What are we, teachers?

- Guys, my snooping senses

are tingling.

All: Yeah?

- There's no Maxbox here.

- If there's no Maxbox,

what's the point

of having Christmas at all?

[bells jingling]

- No, no, no.

I see four children

who just made the naughty

list.

All: Santa?

- We're sorry.

We just really wanted a

Maxbox.

All: Dad?

- Yeah, just trying on

the old suit.

Can't let the kids

at the store down.

They look forward to it

every year.

Everybody loves Santa.

He's jolly and fun!

[all agreeing]

Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

By the way,

you're all in a lot of

trouble.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- [whistling melody]

♪ ♪

[rhythmic clapping]

- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

- [whistling melody]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na-na ♪

♪ Na, na, na, na,

na-na ♪

- ♪ One, two ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na ♪

- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

[bells jingling]

- I can't believe you kids

were snooping for presents.

- I can't believe this is

the first year you've caught us.

- You're ruining

the magic of Christmas

and breaking Santa's heart.

- Honestly, I don't even know

how to punish you for this.

- You should probably

take away some of our

presents.

- Like the personalized mugs.

- That'll teach us.

- Okay, look,

we're really sorry we snooped,

but isn't not getting a Maxbox

punishment enough?

- Don't worry.

The real Santa

will bring us one.

- With your

gimme-gimme-gimme attitude,

that would be

a Christmas miracle.

- You know what else

would be a Christmas miracle?

- If you sounded

a little less jolly

while you punish the children.

- Okay, well, your Mom's

gonna take all the fun

out of this for me.

But you guys have to learn

the value of a dollar.

Your mother and I work hard

to get those gifts,

and all you care about

is what you're not getting.

- Your father's right.

And I think that

is the perfect punishment.

The four of you are gonna

spend your winter break

working at the store.

All: What?

- Great, now I have

to wear pants.

- Sorry, kids,

but you just joined the ranks

of the working class.

Merry Christmas!

[all groan]

- Okay, bright side.

Mom and Dad

are gonna pay us,

so maybe we can make

enough money as a group

to buy our own Maxbox.

- Whew.

All: Nicky!

- What?

I'm not on the clock yet.

- Dude, you look ridiculous

in that outfit.

- Dude, you're wearing

the same thing.

- Yeah, but you look

ridiculous in it.

- Oh, looking good,

Santa's little Harpers.

- See how cute they are?

Ooh, I just love Christmas

so much!

I'm so excited I get to spend

the holidays with you guys.

I used to come here

when I was your age...

♪ And now

I get to work here ♪

- I love your Christmas spirit,

Josie.

You kids could learn

something from her.

- They already have.

Show your Mom what you're

gonna say to the customers.

Both: Drop your kids

with us to play!

Both: While you shop

for the holiday!

- Ooh, I need an elfie.

[camera clicks]

- Ho-ho-ho-ho.

Well, merry Christmas,

little Timothy.

And don't forget

your Christmas cookies.

["Joy To The World" playing]

♪ ♪

- Make way for Mrs. Claus

coming through

with reindeer cookies.

I just checked

on our little elves, Tom.

This is so good for them.

They're learning

what hard work is all about.

- Well, they don't

have to look far

to find a great role model.

- Oh, thanks, honey.

I am working really hard

cranking out these cookies.

- I was talking about me.

I'm the hardest-working man

in "snow" business.

- Please, do you know

how hard it is

to crank out all these

cookies?

And children love

reindeer cookies.

[kids cheering]

- Do you know

what they love more

than cookies

shaped like reindeer?

Real-life reindeer.

Come here, Rudolph.

Come here, little guy.

Come on.

Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.

- Aww.

- They should call you

"shameless" Claus.

- No-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.

- And every kid

gets a yellow vest

so we don't lose anybody.

Our number one priority

is keeping them safe.

- Then you might want

to keep them away from Dicky.

- Don't pick your nose.

Have some class.

Let Dicky teach you

how to do a snot rocket.

- Ho, ha, no!

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Let's put you up front

at check-in and pick-up.

[sighs]

All right, you guys

are good to go.

I'm gonna go

spread Christmas cheer.

- Um, with that old thing?

- It'll get me

through the holidays.

♪ We wish you

a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you

a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you

a merry Christmas ♪

[strings twang]

♪ I'm gonna go get more tape ♪

- Okay.

So...you elves ready

to get working?

- Yeah, we're gonna have

our Maxbox in no time.

- And all we have to do

is play with kids.

I love children.

[grunts]

[all shouting in pain]

- Longest...day...

...of my life.

- Work...is such hard work.

- I hate children.

- We are very proud

of how hard you worked today.

- Now, for the best part...

- Quads be gettin' paid!

- Cash money!

- Hello, Maxbox.

- $10 each?

Okay, that's it?

- Good-bye, Maxbox.

- Now you're starting

to understand the value of...

Cash money!

- [chuckles]

- Can you believe this?

- Yeah, it's terrible.

- Um, Dicky...

Whatcha got there?

- Parents gave me money

when they picked up their

kids.

- Oh, that's great. We

got tips!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We didn't get tips.

Dicky got tips.

- For our work!

- And we agreed to pool our

money to buy a Maxbox

together.

- That's almost enough money

to buy your own Maxbox.

- Ooh.

I was gonna buy

some sweet foot rides.

That's what Dicky

calls shoes now.

But...

I do like the sound

of my own Maxbox.

All: What?

- You can't buy your own

Maxbox.

- Why not?

President George Jefferson

says I can.

- Grr!

- I want to

pa-rum-pa-pum-pummel him!

- Okay, easy there,

little drummer boy.

- That's our money too!

- Don't worry, guys.

Look, tomorrow,

all we have to do

is trick Dicky

out of his greeter job,

and then we get all the tips.

- Whew.

Both: Nicky!

- What, you've never seen

an angry elf

in his underwear before?

Ooh, yeah.

All: Santa, come back!

- Ho-ho-hold on, there, kids.

Santa had a little too much milk

with his cookies,

and now he needs

to go-go-go!

I don't really need to go.

Santa just needs

a little "me" time.

- I could use some "me" time.

I haven't had a break in

hours.

- [chuckling]

- What's so funny?

- Nothing, it's just,

you know...

A break, from making cookies.

You're just following a

recipe,

right?

- Just following a recipe?

Ha!

Being Santa is a vacation

compared to getting thousands

of cookies out on time.

- Oh, I think being Santa's

a little harder than baking.

Every kid is a new challenge.

I've got to fill each of them

with the Christmas spirit.

There's no recipe for that,

Anne.

- You say, "ho-ho-ho,"

and take credit for my cookies

while sitting on that

big, fat Santa butt.

- Okay, let's leave

my merry-maker out of this.

But in the spirit

of the season,

I'm gonna give you

a little gift.

I'll bake your little cookies,

and you can try being Santa.

Here.

- Deal.

Now, hand over the beard.

And you can keep the Santa-tude.

- Ooh, Mrs. Claus has claws.

Rawr.

- Dolla-dolla bills, y'all.

- Okay, time for operation...

Tricky Dicky.

Hey, can I talk to you

for a sec?

- Don't bother.

You're not gonna trick me

into leaving my post.

- Oh, you're right.

You know,

you're too smart for that.

[gasps]

Ooh, look, a really cute girl

over there.

- Ooh, Dicky likey!

- It's almost too easy.

I'll take first shift.

- Uh, no.

I'll take first shift.

- [laughs]

No.

I'm the one who tricked him.

I'll take first shift.

- There's a simple way

to settle this.

Whoever calls dibs.

Dibs!

- Really?

I was the one who got him.

[all shouting]

- ♪ Dashing through the snow ♪

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ O'er the fields we go ♪

♪ Now I cannot play,

ha-ha-ha ♪

Just...

[laughs]

- Stop.

Stop!

It's not like any of us

are gonna pull a Dicky--

pocket the money

and buy our own Maxbox.

- Yeah, we trust each other,

right?

- After all, it is Christmas.

-All: Every quad for themselves!

[all clamoring]

- Call me.

She already memorized

my number.

Okay, you guys can clear out.

I'm back.

- You leave it, you lose it.

- No.

- Okay, I got here first!

[all shouting]

[shouting continues]

- Guys, stop!

Fighting's getting us nowhere.

Okay, there are four kids

left.

How about we each take one

and keep the tip?

- Um...there are only

three kids left.

- Well, where'd that

Frankie kid go?

- That little meatball

must have rolled away!

- This is not good.

If anybody finds out

we lost a kid, we'll get

fired,

and none of us

will get a Maxbox.

- Okay, emergency quaddle.

Okay, Dicky, Ricky,

you find Frankie.

Nicky and I will stay here

and watch the kids, all right?

Break!

Oh, hey, kids.

So what do you guys

like to do for fun?

- Watch the elf boy dance.

- Ow!

- Okay.

Keep on dancing!

- Okay.

Who's next?

[gasps]

Well, hello, cute little girl.

What would you like

for Christmas this year?

- A slingshot!

- Oh, a--

can you think of a safer toy?

- You sound like my Mom.

- Oh, really?

Well...

No cookies for you.

- [screams]

["Joy to the world" playing]

[screaming]

- Okay, step one...

[chuckles]

Pre-heat oven to 350.

Ooh, it sounds exhausting.

[chuckles]

Well, if you can't

stand the heat...

[screams]

Get me out of the kitchen!

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Gah!

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Minor setback.

There.

I can still read...

Some of it.

Okay, uh...

Is that "baking soda"

or "bake with soda"?

Probably soda.

Everybody loves soda.

- [grunting]

- Oh, no.

Frankie's Mom

is headed this way.

Oh, here.

Hey, Mrs. Cupertino.

How's the shopping going?

- Good, I've just come to check

on my little Frankie.

- Oh, he's great!

Oh, look at him over there,

playing like little kids do.

- Easy there, cowboy Billy .

- So just keep shopping.

Frankie's fine.

Oh, look, camping stuff!

- No, no, I just don't think

you realize

what a huge responsibility

a real pony is.

Okay, okay, you know

what will make you feel

better?

Some cookies.

Ugh.

[muttering]

[pounding]

Aw, come on!

♪ All ye faithful ♪

♪ Joyful and triumphant ♪

[pounding]

- There he is.

- Boys, stop right there!

- Dad?

- No, no, it's Mom.

And I am losing it up here.

It's a really tough crowd,

and I need more cookies.

- No problem.

We're headed in the kitchen

anyway.

- No, there's no time!

I have an emergency stash

in the storeroom.

Okay, it's just that way.

- But--

- Just go!

♪ Oh, Christmas tree ♪

♪ Oh, Christmas tree ♪

♪ How lovely are your... ♪

- Oh, no, he's headed

for the kitchen.

Hold down the fort!

- I'm tied to the fort!

- Okay.

No, no.

No!

[muttering]

[groans]

[groans]

- Dawn.

- Huh!

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- Good, I need your help.

But don't tell your mother.

Can you make anything out

on this card?

- Uh...

It says here you have to...

Sing.

Sing Christmas Carols...

To the cookies

while baking them.

- Really?

- Yep, alone.

- I'm not singing

to the cookies.

♪ Hark how the bells,

sweet silver bells ♪

♪ All seem to say

throw cares away ♪

♪ Christmas is here,

bringing the cheer ♪

♪ To young and old,

meek and the bold ♪

- ♪ 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 of good cheer,

Christmas is here ♪

♪ Merry merry merry

merry Christmas ♪

♪ Merry merry merry

merry Christmas ♪

- So, Toby, what do you want

for Christmas?

- To give Santa a present.

- Oh!

Oh, that is so sweet.

And what do you have for

Santa?

- [grunts]

Don't look at me, Santa!

- Oh.

Oh!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no!

No!

Ahh!

- Bad news, Mom.

Some animal must have gotten

into your emergency cookies.

It's empty.

- Maybe we have rats.

- Or a sneaky little reindeer.

- Why aren't you guys

looking for Frankie?

- We were looking for cookies.

- At a time like this?

Okay, his mother's

going to be looking for him.

- Here comes Josie.

Play it cool.

- Hey, guys, where's Frankie?

Nicky said you took him

to see Santa.

- Santa?

- Santa?

- Doesn't ring a jingle bell.

- Oh, no, you guys

didn't lose him, did you?

- I wouldn't say, "lose."

I'd say, "lost,"

'cause it's already happened.

- Oh-oh-oh-oh!

And here comes Frankie's Mom.

She trusted us with her child.

And I trusted you.

- We need a Christmas miracle.

- ♪ Merry merry merry

merry Christmas ♪

♪ Merry merry merry

merry Christmas ♪

♪ Ding-dong ♪

♪ Ding-dong ♪

[bell dings]

Oh, they're ready.

Well, they smell good.

[laughs]

Oh, holy night.

They're delicious.

- There you are.

- And there you are.

- Frankie's Mom in the village.

- Woot-woot!

- Where's my Frankie?

- Here's a present, Santa!

- Oh!

- Merry Christmas!

- Oh, this is

quite the stocking stuffer.

- So where is he?

- Dicky!

- Is that a...

- Just get rid of it.

- Yule log, coming in hot.

[dramatic Christmas music]

♪ ♪

["Joy to the world" playing]

- The truth is,

your little Christmas miracle

is right here.

- I think this calls for

a little holiday miracle

music.

Be right back.

- Well, he looks like

he had a blast.

Here you go, kids.

Thank you,

and merry Christmas.

- Whoa.

- You know,

if we combine our tips,

we can afford one Maxbox

right now.

Agreed?

Both: Agreed.

- Agreed.

- [groans]

[chuckles]

Look how happy they are.

Santa was a big hit this year.

- Hmm, and so were your

cookies.

- [laughs]

- This is what Christmas

is all about, Tom.

- Yeah, I guess we kind of

lost track of that.

- Hmm.

Yeah.

Can we switch back now?

I hate being Santa so much!

- I never want to bake

another cookie again.

- Who's ready

for some holiday cheer?

♪ Deck the halls

with boughs of holly ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la-- ♪

Oh, what's the point?

- ♪ ♪

- Guys, thank you so much,

but you didn't have to do

this.

- We were gonna spend

our money on a Maxbox,

but we figured

it was better spent

on someone who's trying

to spread Christmas cheer.

- Hey, our kids

learned a lesson.

It's a Christmas miracle!

- Show us what you got,

little strummer girl.

- All right, here we go.

- Go, Josie.

♪ We... ♪

All: ♪ Wish you

a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you

a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you

a merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy new year ♪

♪ Good tidings we bring ♪

♪ To you and your kin ♪

♪ We wish you

a merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy new year ♪

[dog barking]

- Hey, it's snowing!

[bells jingling]

♪ Hark how the bells,

sweet silver bells ♪

♪ All seem to say

throw cares away ♪

♪ Christmas is here,

bringing the cheer ♪

♪ To young and old,

meek and the bold ♪

♪ 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 of good cheer,

Christmas is here ♪

♪♪

- ♪

- ♪