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Hi.

Sorry, sir, this is
a private meeting.

Uh, this is SA, right?

Yeah.

Can I come in?

It's invitation only.

Let... um, Landis.

What?

Landis.

Right? Isn't that the...
the password?

No.

That was last week's
password.

Well, that... that's the
password

that was given to me, so...

- Who told you?
- It's kind of complicated.

Could... could I just come
inside, please?

Sorry, can't let ya in.

Wait, wait, wait.

I've got cookies
and doughnuts.

Thanks.

- Now beat it.
- No!

Listen, listen, listen,
listen, listen, listen!

I'm the Naperville Ripper.

Then go to the cops.

I can't.
I need help.

And you may be the only ones
who know what's going on.

Okay? There's some seriously
weird shit is happening

to me right now.

Please, I have nowhere
else to go.

Listen, when he called
the hotline,

Zella said he was kind of
a douche.

Zella, the woman on the phone?

The one who thinks she's
a squirrel?

I mean, uh...

Hey, come on, Scott,
lighten up

and let the poor guy in.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Thank you, Scott.

Welcome to
Shapeshifters Anonymous.

I'm Irena Reed,
chapter president.

- Oh, yeah, hi, I...
- Ooh.

It's a beautiful
basement.

Thank you.

So, uh, what's your name?

Oh, I thought this
was anonymous.

Oh, the founders thought
that Shapeshifters Anonymous

had more gravitas.

- Gravitas?
- Mm-hmm.

You know, depth.

Sorry, I'm a schoolteacher,
and it's one of

our vocab words this week.

When this group was
created, they thought that

Shapeshifters Anonymous
sounded better than any

of the other potential
options.

We were this close to be
called Shapeshifters R Us.

Okay.

My name is Robert Weston,

and I have been having
a very hard time...

- Mm-hmm.
- ...lately and I don't know

where else to turn, so...

Well, we find it best to
start at the beginning.

About three months ago...

this is gonna sound kind
of weird, but I started

finding strange things in
my, uh, toilet.

I've never had any health
problems before, actually,

I think I'm in pretty good
shape, but this threw me.

I couldn't quite figure
out what it was.

I mean, it was sort of like
little white stones

and bits of fabric.

The doctor asked me to
bring in a sample of my, um,

my... my stool.

♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas,
and a happy ♪

Mr. Weston?

♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas,
we wish a merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy new year ♪

♪ Good tidings to you,
wherever you are ♪

♪ Good tiding for Christmas
and a happy new year ♪

♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas,
we wish you a merry Christmas ♪

Okay, I have to ask
the obvious first,

have you been eating little
stones or strips of fabric?

Not that I know of.

Uh, has your diet changed
recently,

eating anything new
or exotic?

Says it started three months
ago.

- Intermittent?
- Two or three times a month.

But then everything's fine.

And you're finding unusual
things in your stool.

Every... every time I go to
the bathroom, yeah.

Mm, well, let's take
a look.

You... you have a roommate?

Anybody that likes to play
practical jokes?

I, uh... I live alone.

You drink?

- Um...
- Use drugs?

Deep breath.

I have the occasional beer.

Uh-huh.

You ever drink too much,
black out?

There have been a few times
where things have

gotten fuzzy, kind of like...
... sleepwalking, I guess.

- Ooh!
- Oh, hang on.

I think I found something.

- Doc.
- Alright, hang on.

Jesus.

And now we are getting
somewhere.

Let's see here.

Looks like we have
a coat button.

A piece of a zipper.

And 20, 40, 63 cents
in change. Uh.

I didn't eat those things.

Well, had to end up
inside you one way or another.

Well, just count yourself
lucky.

I once had a patient who,
while sleepwalking, logged

into an internet casino,
lose $78,000.

And he came to see you
about his sleepwalking?

Oh no, he came to set
his broken nose

after his wife found out.

Look, I... I don't... I don't think
it's anything serious, alright.

I... I'll prescribe
a mild sleep aid to help you

with your late-night snacking.

You might just wanna go through
your place and, you know,

get rid of anything
that looks... tasty.

Now, I know, I have
an associate...

Let me guess. They recommended
a shrink.

Yeah, how'd you know?

Because they're fucking
idiots,

and they don't know anything.

So, how did the murders
come into play?

The Ripper has been
a very busy boy these days.

What do you remember?

I don't remember anything.

I just... I... I have these
blackouts, and then I wake up

and things I find are... gross.

I'm actually really
surprised that you didn't

go to the cops.

You seem like a really
straight-up guy.

I am.

- I'm not a murderer, I...
- Hey.

Maybe we should just
start the meeting.

Um, everyone,
this is Robert Weston.

Sorry, they're not very
social when there's food

in front of them.

Is this for real?

Well, do you believe
that you're a therianthrope?

A person who changes into
an animal when the moon is full?

I mean, I don't know.

A couple days ago, I didn't
believe in any of this.

So now I'm at a support group
for werewolves,

- and it's a little...
- Is that what you turn into?

A wolf?

What else is there?

I'm a were-cheetah.

- A were-cheetah?
- Mm-hmm.

Is that why you wore
the blouse?

Oh no, no, I just... I...
I actually turn

into a cheetah. Rrruh.

Okay.

Which is really ironic,
because, you know,

I'm a schoolteacher.

And... we expel
cheetahs.

Get it?

Okay, I think I'm
gonna go.

Hey, no, you shouldn't
leave.

Why not?
This is ludicrous.

I mean, have you not heard
what I have been saying to you?

I think I am killing people.

Like, innocent people.

Yes, I get it.

But if you are what you
think you are...

then you belong here
with us.

Now, please.

Continue, please.

When I first started
figuring out what was going on,

I started doing some
research,

and I found the hidden URL,
and I called the hotline,

and talked to Zella, and
that's how I found...

- you guys.
- Mm-hmm.

Those... those people that
I killed...

They were all bad people.

I mean, one was
a mobster.

There was a sex offender.

A thief, another was
a defense attorney that

defended child molesters.

So if you think about it,
you actually made the world

a slightly better place.

I mean, given a choice,
therianthropes usually

choose the wicked over
the good.

The creatures inside of us,
we... we just...

we find evil tastier.

Well, that... that is...

a big relief.

Wow. god, that's
good to know.

So, um...

who is everybody?

Oh, uh, that's Scott Howard,
ex-Marine.

He's a were-tortoise.

- A were-tortoise?
- Mm-hmm.

Like you turn
into a turtle?

Yeah.

With the scales and the shell
that is your home?

That's the one.

Do you shrink down,
or are you full size?

Full size.

Do you eat people?

No.

Not all therianthropes
are carnivores,

otherwise, there'd be a lot
more dead bodies lying around.

So then like when you change,

what do you do?

I eat lettuce.

Is it evil lettuce?

I'm gonna put your sarcasm
down as you being on the edge

of a nervous breakdown, so
I'll ignore that one.

I'm sorry, I was not
being sarcastic, I...

Hey, it's okay.

Um, that's Phyllis Allenbee.

She's a furry.

You're kidding.

No, she likes to put on
hippo outfit

and just dance around.

I'm sorry, I... I don't
really get it.

I've never really understood
the whole like dressing up

as an animal and doing it
thing, but she never

misses a meeting, so...

Why do you let her stay?

We just feel sorry for her,
I guess.

Hey! New guy!

Andy McDermott, were-boar.

You turn into a pig?

Actually, when the full
moon rises, I change

into someone vastly
self-interested, and I talk

incessantly about the worthless
minutia going on in my life.

"A bore."

Get it? A bore.
Were-bore.

Actually,
I'm kidding.

Yeah, I turn into a pig.

You mean, a bigger pig,
right, Andy?

God, you are so fucking
hot, Irena.

When are we gonna get
together?

Have ourselves a litter
of little "kiggens," huh?

Let's make this happen.

Mm, you know, I really
don't know, maybe

on the first of never, Andy,
and they wouldn't be

"kiggens," they would be
"pitties."

Snap. Shoot that pig
down, girl.

Really?

Who's that guy?

That? That's Ryan.

Just Ryan?

That's all he's ever told us.
I mean, doesn't talk.

Never says a word.

But he comes to every meeting,
right?

But look at him, he just
sits there.

Thinks he's the Terminator.

What does he turn
into?

No one really knows but, um,
it's gotta be something,

or he wouldn't be here,
right?

Oh man, I got chocolate
on my face.

Hey, good thing I got
brown pants on, right?

So, uh, I heard at the door...

You're
the Naperville Ripper. Huh?

What kind of therianthrope
you turn into?

What, are you like a were-rat?

I, um, just always assumed
I was a werewolf.

What's so funny?

Everyone assumes
they're a werewolf at first,

because it's the most popular
therianthrope.

Right, I mean, look,
they get all the good press.

Right? They get all the books,
they get all the movies.

Never gonna catch a flick
called

"An American Were-boar
in London."

- Or "The Oinking."
- Right.

Because we can't remember
what we do when we've changed,

we all at first just assume
werewolf.

But if you can't figure
out what you do when you change,

how do you figure out
what you've changed into?

Well, me, I... I set up my phone
and I filmed it.

You wanna see it?
I have it.

Oh, please, don't say yes.

The last time he showed us
a video

was of some girl and him
doing the nasty.

And it was real nasty.

Okay, honest mistake,
alright?

Bro, she was
a college cheerleader

majoring in massage therapy.

- I was bowlegged for a week.
- That's not how...

bowlegged, that's not
what the term means.

She was an elderly woman,
and she had a walker.

Okay, you know what?
Why don't you mind

your own business,
you fur-vert, alright?

You are not even a real
therianthrope.

I am in my heart.

You know, Phyllis, when
the full moon rises,

you don't turn into a hippo.

You turn into an idiot
who puts on a hippo outfit, and

you skip around like some
demented children's show host.

- Mm-mm.
- Du-du-du-du-du.

Yeah, keep talking and I'm
gonna turn you into

the other other white meat,
ham boy.

Okay, alright, whatever
hungry, hungry hippo.

- Yeah, okay, bacon bit.
- Okay. Okay, everybody,

please, stop, we're all adults
here, so let's act like it.

So, is there any other way
I can find out what I am?

Yes, actually, there is.

Testing equipment.

Hold out your hand.

- Do you feel anything?
- No.

Mm.

It's catnip.

It's a shame.

You would have made
a really cute kitty.

Mm.

Okay, Jesus, give me that,
alright.

Give... give it, give me it.
Give me it. Give me it.

If we let her, she'll play
with this all day. God.

Alright, uh, here we go.

Try this.

Just...

- Oh my God.
- Oh my God.

Jesus, what the hell
was that?

Are you okay?

- I'll be damned.
- What?

That was wolfsbane.

You're a lycanthrope.

Okay, so I'm a werewolf.

Oh my God, we have never had
a werewolf in this group before.

This is so exciting. How did you
become a werewolf?

I don't know.

Is your mother or father
a werewolf?

It's a recent development,
Scott.

I inherited a recessive
gene from my mother, Shellen.

I've been a theianthrope
since birth.

What about a gypsy?

Were you cursed by a gypsy
recently?

No, of course... wait.

- Merry Chris...
- Yeah, you too, pal.

- Oh, hello.
- You are loud man.

Loud man.

I'm sorry, ooh, excuse me.

Okay, excuse me, I said.

I'm sorry.

- You are loud.
- Jesus.

- You keep it down in there.
- Okay, I will keep it down.

You know, there is a thing
called earplugs...

...loud man!
...which you can purchase

at any pharmacy, which I'm
sure you know all about.

- I hear it all!
- Thank you. Thank you.

Got it.

Okay, I get it! I know!

I curse you!

With
the discovery of

Martin Colive brings the
Ripper's body count to four.

In the last three months, the
remains of Waldemar Daminski,

66, a local businessman with
known ties

to Polish organized crime was
found,

along with those
of Tony Rivers, 22,

who was decapitated after
robbing a liquor store

and beating the owner
unconscious.

Police recently identified
victim number three,

Ginger Fitzgerald, who
recently lost custody

of her daughter after
locking her in a closet

for a week without food
or water.

For JBN Channel 4 News,
I'm Ann Pool.

Thanks, Anne.

In other news, Christmas
is right around the corner,

and Santa's Army Redemption
is being spotted

all over town.

Hi, Mr. Weston.

This is Family Medical Center
calling on behalf of

Dr. Talbot, we received
your test results,

and we need you to come back
for further testing.

Can you please give us
a call back so we can

schedule your next appointment.

I curse you.

I think I was cursed
from my brushing my teeth

too loud.

Well, it... it looks like
you're in luck, because, um...

it's the easiest type
to cure.

Oh,
who cares about a cure?

I like being a were-tortoise.

Yeah, Scott, that's
because when you change,

all you do is eat salad
and swim around

in your bathtub, okay?

I root through garbage and
eat aluminum cans.

Alright, I'm all for
recycling, but have any of

you ever tried to shit out

a six-pack of Budweiser
tall boys?

Listen, Weston is a carnivore
like Irena.

They eat people.

It's gotta weigh heavy
on his conscience.

Do you... do you ever feel
guilty about it?

About eating people?

Honestly, no,
I really don't.

It's in our nature.

And, plus, I get to eat
any dipshit faculty member

that pisses me off.

So let's say I wanted to
go back to normal,

how would I go about
doing that?

Just go back to the
gypsy that cursed you,

and beg her to take

- the curse off, yeah.
- Yeah, that's right.

Yeah.

That might be
a little hard.

Oh fuck.

I ate her.

- Oh.
- Oh.

And I ate
her dog.

Oh my God. What?

And I peed all over
her hedges.

Why would you do that?

I think I was marking
my territory.

I don't know.

- ...zero sense.
- I've done that.

I've done that.

Tough break, man, but,
uh, you'll get used to it,

you know? But in the meantime,
you might wanna get yourself

a nice, sturdy leash, though.

You know what?

I think it's time that we
start this meeting.

Start the meeting? So the
meeting hasn't started yet?

Come on, everybody,
join hands.

And let's recite the
Shapeshifters Anonymous credo.

Repeat after me.

I, state your name.

I, Robert Weston.

Agree to abide by the rules
of ethics.

Agree to abide by
the rules of ethics.

As set forth by
Shapeshifters Anonymous.

As set forth by
Shapeshifters Anonymous.

I agree to do my best
to use my abilities.

I agree to do my best
to use my abilities.

For the good of man
and therianthrope kind.

For the good of man
and therianthrope kind.

I agree to do my best
to help any therianthrope

who comes to me in need.

I agree to do my best
to help any therianthrope

who comes to me in need.

I agree to do my best
not to devour any nice people.

I agree to do my best
not to devour any nice people.

I promise to avoid
Kris Kringle,

the dreaded Santa Claus and
his many evil helpers.

I, um... I think... I didn't
under... what does that mean?

Santa Claus
is a Therianthrope Hunter.

Santa Claus, the mythical,
jolly character

loved by millions?

He kills shapeshifters.

You're kidding.

No one's sure how our kind
got started.

Some say black magic.

Some say interspecies breeding,

though I don't buy into
that malarkey.

Some say therianthropes
date back to the very beginning,

to the Garden of Eden, when man
and werebeast lived in harmony.

The Bible doesn't tell
the whole story.

Certain religious leaders
over the years have edited it

as they see fit.

Entire books were taken out.

There... there's no
werewolves in the Bible.

They were edited out.

Pay attention, son.

You'll learn something.

See, the Lord blessed one
of his disciples, Bob,

with the gift of lycanthrophy,
to do his work by

devouring evil.

But Bob became prideful
of his accomplishments.

Oh, that angered God.

So, to put Bob in his place,

God granted one of
Bob's enemies, Kristofer,

a red suit of impenetrable
armor and ordered him

to smite all therianthropes.

God also blessed
domesticated beasts

with the power to fly
through the sky and pull

Kristofer's warship
of destruction

throughout the world.

Let me guess.
Kris, son of Kringle.

Bob and Kristofer
fought.

And Bob proved victorious.

But Kristofer,
God's chosen avenger,

felt betrayed, so he turned
to the other side

for assistance.

- The other side?
- Lucifer!

Beelzebub, the Devil himself.

Lucifer gave Kristofer
a fiercesome weapon shaped

like the talons of an eagle
forged in the fires of hell.

He called the weapon
Satan's Claws.

And Kristofer recruited
an army of helpers

to rid the world of Bob
and his kind.

Oh, they found us.
They're here.

- Who?
- Battle stations.

Battle stations?
What?

I...

Jesus.

Oh, there's gotta be
hundreds of them.

Fuck me.

Those are his little
red helpers?

So you're telling me
Kris Kringle

and his magical red suit
and Satan's Claw,

which I guess over time
has turned into Santa Claus,

is coming here to kill
therianthropes

with a bunch of shopping mall
Santas?

Santa Claus has come to town.

You, come on!

Could someone please
kill that alarm?

Wait, these are the people
we're fighting

for our lives against?

It's the way it's always
been.

What about the toy stuff?

Kringle's killed tens of
thousands of therianthropes

over the centuries, leaving
many children orphans.

He started to feel some
remorse after slaughtering

their parents, he began to leave
toys behind.

- Kringle gave this to me...
- Oh.

- ...when I was seven years old...
- Gross.

...right after murdering
my parents.

- Yikes.
- He also gave me a train set.

Weston,

we don't have time for this.

We need to get ready!

Look, look, look!

Look, look, I can accept
the shapeshifting, okay?

And the wolfsbane, that was
very... that was, like,

a little creepy, but you
want me to believe that

every single volunteer
with a Santa suit

and a bell is out to
murder us?

I mean, I see these people
everywhere.

I... I mean, they're on
every street corner.

They're in the shopping centers.

I saw one by my apartment
just this morning.

You saw one today?
Where?

- Naperville.
- What?

What'd he say to you?

I... you know, Scott,
I don't know.

He was a little bit
out of his mind.

- What?
- He said something about...

Merry Christmas.

There's a killer on the loose
in Naperville.

Only comes out when
the moon is full.

Naughty boys, they get
what they deserve.

Their heads severed from
the unholy bodies.

Okay.
Merry Christmas.

Mm.

The only way we die is
old age or beheading.

Son of a bitch.

They must have
followed you.

Look, we need to call
the cops.

And tell them
what?

I thought you said
the police were a waste of time.

Everybody has conflicting
information.

Come on.

Whoa.

- You ever fired a 9mm?
- No.

Turn off the safety
on the side.

Then pull back
the top part.

That's the slide, loads
the bullet into the chamber.

Now all you have to do
is aim, pull the trigger.

Red suits are Kevlar,
so aim for the face.

Yipee-ki-yay, mother...

Sorry. Sorry that... that
won't happen.

Choose your shots
carefully, people.

We don't have a lot
of ammo.

Ryan, can you fire
a weapon?

Damn it, man, we need you.

- Shouldn't we go?
- That's the only door.

What?

If we make it out of
this alive,

would you wanna go out with me?

I'd like that.

Which part? Making it out
alive or going out with me?

Both.

Ho. Ho. Ho.

Don't fire until you see
the whites of the beards.

Ho!

Ho! Ho!

Naughty boy.

- Naughty boy!
- Hey, Santa!

Got some milk and
cookies for ya.

Where did you learn
to shoot like that?

I teach high school.

Duck!

Nice.

Yeah, well, you know?

Oop. Sorry.
I got it. I got it.

They're retreating.
Hold your fire.

Ooh!

Hold your fire.

Sorry, I couldn't hear ya.

It's a loud gun.

- Jesus.
- Oh my Go...

- Andy, you're bleeding.
- Oh.

Everyone okay?

Well, uh, we sure kicked some
Santa ass.

Let's see you try climbing
down a chimney now, shithead.

Bitch!

It isn't over.

Did you just say something?

Here comes Santa Claus.

Here comes Santa Claus.

Ho, ho, ho.

- My God.
- Alright.

Who still has ammo?

- I'm out.
- Me, too.

I have, uh, two bullets.

Ha!

Okay, okay.

We'll... we'll have to
make do.

Everyone, grab a weapon.

Chris Kringle's a lot
more powerful

than his helpers, but maybe
if we all strike at once,

we'll have a chance.

Weston can't even keep
his clip in his gun, alright?

Ryan is sitting on his ass
like a pud.

Alright, give... give me this.

Alright?

- Where are you?
- Scott,

you really think we can fend
off that thing?

And its Satan's Claws?

It's gonna rip us to pieces.

- We don't have a choice.
- Alright, well, listen,

you know what? I don't wanna
get sliced up, alright?

- I'm... I'm too pretty.
- Calm down, son.

You're not helping
the situation.

Fine, you know what?
You guys go ahead and fight,

alright? I'm gonna take
off this red suit

and pretend to be dead.

There's a way.

You actually gonna get
your ass up and help?

Santa's come to town.
Ha-ha-ha!

I've been saving these.

Tell me that's cyanide.

Please tell me that's cyanide,
'cause I am so drinking it.

It's a metamorphosis potion.

Allow you to change into
your therianthrope form

and retain your human intellect.

Where'd you get these?

I've had these
for a long time.

How do you know
they work?

I know.

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

I guess it can't hurt
to try.

I will
find you.

You can't hide
from the Claus!

I'm... I'm just... I'm not
a therianthrope,

I'm just a furry.

You're one of us.

Ho, ho, ho.

How 'bout you?

No.

Ah!

I've
got presents.

Okay, well, here
goes nothing.

Ah!

Ho, ho, ho.

Time to die.

I can still think.

I can even talk.

Here goes nothing.

You look amazing.

What?

There's still some
frosting inside.

I guess it's my turn.

Well, shit, I don't even have
my damn hippo suit here.

Well, at least give me
the damn gun.

Your turn.

You'll be fine.

Drink it.

Hey, guys, hurry up,
alright?

Here comes Santa Claus.

Oh. Ooh.

Hello, sexy.
Rawr.

Kringle is coming! We don't
have time for this.

Alright, let's do this.

You
and Mrs. Santa Claus's too.

Ooh, Scott, incoming!

Scott!

Ahh!

What?

Oh my God.

Look at those claws.

We're... we're not getting
out of here, guys.

Oh shit.

Sa-sa-Santa.

Please, help me.

Oh no.
Oh man.

Oh God, pray for me.

Scott,
what are you doing?

Are you crazy?

Your reign of evil
ends today, Kringle.

Ha-ha-ha.

Holy shit!

Robert Weston,
werewolf.

You're on my list.

Irena Reed,
were-cheetah.

- You're on my list, too.
- Stay behind me.

Wanna sit on Santa's lap,
little girl?

What the hell are you?

You're bacon.

Andy McDermott.

I'm a were-boar.

Yes, you're also
on my list.

Who is this naughty girl?

Phyllis Lawanda Morisha
Talena Allenbee.

Am I on your stupid ass list,
too?

I do not believe so.

No?

Are you sure about that,
fat man?

I'll be happy
to check it twice.

Are you saying I'm not
one of them?

'Cause I am one of them.

I am one of them...
in my heart.

- A giant sack of...
- Enough!

I'm tired, Kristofer.

I've been running
for far too long.

Who are you,
little human?

Here comes Santa Claus.

Here comes Santa Claus.

That voice.

I know that voice.

Yeah. Yeah, you do.

I had a little work
done to my face.

You know, my human face.

Think you're gonna
recognize this one, though.

Ah.

It's gonna be
a merry fucking Christmas.

Bastard. Son of a bitch.

Slice you into ribbons,
you furry fuck!

Motherfucker.

Oh, you furry bastard,
I'm gonna kill you.

I'm gonna skin you alive.

Furry fuck!

I'm gonna send you...

Ahhh!

Am I on your list now,
motherfucker?

You killed Kris Kringle.

Damn easy, too.

Why didn't you do that
5,000 years ago?

I didn't know that was
possible.

That was... wow.

Well... what happened?

Phyllis killed Kringle.

You go, girl.

Okay.

You all fought bravely
today.

Even the pig.

For your bravery, you all
have full control

of your therianthrope
powers.

Y'all be able to transform
at will,

and maintain control of
your inner creatures.

- Oh.
- Hold on, wait a minute.

How 'bout me?

I am the one who killed
the jolly ol' bastard.

Right. Um...

I could turn you into
a werewolf if you'd like.

Uh, these guys already
offered me that.

No, I don't wanna be
no turtle or no cheetah

or no dumbass pig.

No offense, Andy.

Uh, none taken.

My inner animal is
a hippopotamus.

That's what I wanna be.

I'm sorry, Phyllis, those are
the extent of my powers.

But maybe.

- Just maybe.
- Maybe what?

I don't even know if
this will work.

It's a long shot. It really is.

Spill the beans,
Lon Chaney.

Try sitting
on Santa's lap.

You serious?

What? He has a lot of
magic.

Maybe there's some left.

It's worth a shot, right?

Get... shu...

You wanna be a hippopotamus?

Um, okay, ooh, now what?

Now make a Christmas wish,
Phyllis.

The most earnest and
heartfelt wish you've ever made.

Oooh!

I'm sorry, Phyllis.
I really am.

I wish there was something
else I could do.

- You deserve it.
- It's okay.

Uh.

Holy fuck, Phyllis.
That's Lil Yachty.

Come take you home, make
love to you all night, girl.

But first, let's hit the bank
and get you that $100 million.

Okay.

You know, I killed some
of these motherfuckers.

See ya next week!

Would you... would you, um,
maybe wanna get a cup of coffee?

No, thanks though.

Instead, why don't you
just come to my apartment?

I have a leash and
a king-sized bed.

To be fair, most people
have king-sized beds.

It's a California king.

I don't know the difference.

Let me show you.

Oh man.