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'I am Eloise. I am six.

'I'm a city child.

'I live at the Plaza Hotel,

'which is huge and wonderful and 'très élégant',

'especially at Christmastime,

'when it's absolutely filled, filled, filled

'with ribbons and holly and jingle bell cheer.'

Frederic!

What is this doing here?

Take it to the package room immediately, please.

- Yes, sir, Mr. Salomone. - Thank you.

Hey, Joe. Can you give me a hand with this?

'The absolutely best part about Christmas

'is getting presents.

'Everyone knows that.

'Unfortunately, grown-ups are very good at hiding them

'until the last minute,

'making it rather impossible to sneak a peek,

'unless you have a plan.'

Which I do!

'Every Christmas,

'my mother sends me something divine from her travels.

'This year, it's coming from Paree.

'So I know it will be rather 'fabou'.'

Uh... oh!

Good morning, Mr. Salomone.

Good morning, Eloise.

Has anything come in for me today?

Gifts, poinsettias, boxes of holly, fudge?

No, no and no!

Now, if you will excuse me, I am very busy. Sorry.

Not to worry, Mr. Salomone, I'm here to help.

What can I do for you?

Run a cable to 412, a firehose to the 6th floor?

Maybe I should check some luggage.

Thank you, Eloise, that's very nice,

but I'm sure that won't be necessary.

I'm very sorry.

Welcome to the Plaza. How may I assist you this morning?

Yes, we were hoping to upgrade

to a suite with a park-side view.

Oh... Oh, well, I never!

That man over there looks highly suspicious.

He could be a spy.

Mm... no.

I'll tell you what, Eloise.

The hotel's Christmas tree is due to arrive any moment.

Could you do me a big favor?

Keep an eye out,

and let me know when it gets here.

Aye, aye, sir.

Just so you know, I have my eye on you.

'Charlie, the doorman, is always happy to see me.'

- Hi, Charlie. - Good morning, Eloise.

'Thomas, the maître d',

'thinks my French is rather 'parfait'.'

- 'Bonjour', Thomas. - 'Bonjour', Miss Eloise.

'And then, there's Prunella.

'Prunella is the event coordinator,

'and though she can be rather a pill,

'I have to be nice to her,

'so I can get the scoop on all the big parties.'

How else can I sneak into them, for Lord's sake?

Congratulations.

- Well, thank you. - Hello, I'm Eloise.

Are you planning a party here?

You've come to absolutely the right place.

If it's an evening affair, I suggest the Versailles room.

- It's terribly.. - Eloise!

I am perfectly capable of handling this myself.

Of course you are, Prunella.

Prunella is very capable.

It wasn't her fault

that everyone caught food poisoning at the Delacroix bar.

And I'm sure the Plaza is not the only hotel

to have a chandelier crash down on a bridesmaid.

- Eloise! - Ready, guys? One...

Oh, look, the tree!

So sorry, have to run.

You'll have to excuse her. Quite an imagination, that one.

- Now, um... - What do you think?

Pretty nice, huh?

Hmm...

Well, I'm not at all happy with that hole.

And the top definitely needs some shaping.

Here's my card.

Call me when you're ready for final inspection.

Oh!

- Pardon me, sir. - Watch where you're going.

Top floor, please.

'The elevator operator's name is Max,

'and that's absolutely the only thing I know about him,

'because here's the thing of it:

'Max doesn't speak... ever.

'Really, you can say anything in the world to him.'

There's a tarantula on your shoe!

'And all he does is stare straight ahead

'and pretend not to notice you.'

It's really quite irritating,

Good morning, Mrs. Thornton.

It will be when they decide

not to allow six-year-old girls to run wild in the Plaza.

Mrs. Thornton can be rather cranky.

That amphibian of yours snapped at my Mona again.

Skipperdee is a turtle, and a turtle is a reptile.

I say a turtle is an amphibian.

Don't you go to school?

Nanny says life experience is the best education there is.

Just keep that nasty little pet of yours away from my dog...

or I'll have the chef turn him into turtle soup.

'After my morning rounds, I return to my suite

'to wake up Nanny.'

Nannyyyyy...!

Uh!

'Nanny has lived with us for as long as I can remember

'and next to my mother

'is the person I love most in the whole world.

'She's my mostly companion.'

I finished my morning rounds.

W-W-What? We haven't even had breakfast yet.

Request permission to order room service.

Alright, alright, alright.

Nanny is English and likes to say everything three times.

When I asked her why,

she sniffed and told me not to be "rude, rude, rude".

Morning, Eloise.

Hello, this is me, Eloise.

Would you kindly send up one raisin,

'one steak bone, two oatmeal...'

And...

...and some rather hot coffee to the top floor.

And charge it, please. Thank you very much.

'I have my very own room, which I keep rather a mess,

'because when it isn't, I can't find a thing,

'including Skipperdee and Weenie.

'I keep two Christmas lists.

'One list is for all the presents I want to give.

'For nasty Mrs. Thornton... coal.

'The other list is for all the presents I want to get.

'It needs to be inspected at least once a day,

'in case I think of any additions.'

I usually do.

and join the chorus

la-la, la-la

la-la-la, ooh!

As you can see, I have a rather unusual nanny.

- That's Bill! Quick! - Ooh!

This way, this...

Just a minute!

Who wishes to see the Pirate Eloise?

Please, Your Scaryship,

I have the treasure you requested

in exchange for the prisoner.

Very well, you may enter.

'Bill's my best friend.'

But no funny business!

'He's an actor and wears red socks,

'and I absolutely adore him.'

You have your treasure, release the prisoner.

Not so fast!

What is that I see?

What?

- This? - Ah-ha!

- Ooh! - A trick! I knew it!

En garde, villain!

- Yah! - Oh, no!

- Ha-ha-ha! - Careful!

Yah!

- Oh! Oh!

Help!

- Lick!

- Mm! - Good, huh?

- Ha!

'When Bill isn't serving breakfast or working at parties,

'he takes acting lessons with Lee Strasberg.

'He attends classes every Tuesday night.'

As you can see, they're really paying off.

Hey, you wanna help me set up for a party later

in the terrace room, say, four o'clock?

OK.

Of course, I'll have to check my schedule.

Yes, Weenie, you may be excused.

So, have you thought about

what you're getting Sir Wilkes for Christmas?

Eloise, don't talk with your mouth full.

I mean, it's obvious you two have feelings for each other,

and what better way to show it

than with the perfect Christmas present?

It can't be anything too personal, like underwear.

Oh!

But it can't be anything boring either.

After all, he's bound to get you something 'très extraordinaire'.

- I'll get it!

'Bonjour', Eloise speaking.

'Maman', how's Paree?

My mother travels all over the world,

and sometimes she sends for me and we go on adventures.

When are you coming back?

Once she took me to a fashion show in Milan,

- and I threw up on Coco Chanel. - '...morning.'

- Really? You promise? - 'Love you.'

- I love you, too. - 'Au revoir.'

'Au revoir, maman.'

That was my mom. She's coming home on Christmas Eve.

Well!

Perhaps we'd better spend the day shopping.

Only a week left to buy something 'très extraordinaire'.

Better make it tomorrow.

I have to go see Mr. Peabody

about that old bat, Mrs. Thornton.

Skipperdee snapped at her stupid dog again,

and now she's threatening to make...

...turtle soup out of him.

Eloise, I'm sure the owner of the Plaza hotel

has far more important things to do.

Besides, the last time you paid him a visit,

the poor man had to have a tranquilizer.

Well, obviously I'll need a plan.

"Please deliver to Cornelia."

- Hey fellas, come on down here. - Yes, sir.

Listen, take this package up to Mr. Peabody's office.

Mr. Peabody's office, please hold.

Mr. Peabody's office, please hold.

Mr. Peabody's office, please hold.

Mr. Peabody's office, may I help you?

'Delivery for you, Miss Cornelia.'

Well, if it says "deliver it", then deliver it.

Well, I would if I could, ma'am,

but, well, I'm afraid it won't exactly fit

- through the front door. - 'Good heavens!'

Is it really that large?

'Yes, it's really that large.'

Very well, I'll be right down.

'I'll be waiting out front.'

Good morning, Cornelia.

Tenth floor, please.

'Mr. Peabody has owned the Plaza Hotel since before I was born.

'He's terribly, terribly, terribly dapper

'and keeps his whiskers trimmed rather short.

'Definitely the all business type.'

Mr. Peabody?

Oh, no!

I have a bone to pick with you.

Oh, please, no bones. Not today.

But it's a matter of life and death.

Where is Cornelia?

Um, I believe she had to step out.

- Oh! - Anything now?

Eyes front, Leonard.

Where the devil is it?

I tell you, she'll do it,

and when I think of poor Skipperdee scalding in that pot

for simply trying to defend himself

against that vicious little dog...

'Oh, mon dieu!'

I feel faint.

I can't bear the thought.

Eloise, please, this really isn't the time.

I'm expecting someone any moment now.

But you have to...

You needn't worry about Mrs. Thornton.

It's recently come to my attention that sh...

Well, suffice it to say,

she won't be with us much longer.

What does that mean?

Oh, no, no, no, I've said enough already.

Now, if you'd kindly leave before my...

Hello, Daddy.

Rachel!

You look so... grown up.

I suppose I am.

So, when do I get to meet this fiancé of yours?

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

Brooks Oliver III. Rachel's told me all about you.

Of course your hotel here didn't need any talking up.

Back in my Harvard days,

the boys and I, we spent many, many memorable weekends here.

So, you're a Harvard man?

Oh, yes, sort of a family tradition,

along with talking too much when we get nervous.

I apologize if I'm babbling.

- Not at all. - I just, I really...

wanted to thank you for putting together our little wedding

at the last minute.

Just a shame my parents can't be here,

but, you know, they spend every Christmas Eve in Gstaad.

You're getting married on Christmas Eve?

That's the most romantic thing I've ever heard.

And who might this be?

I'm Eloise. I'm six.

And she was just leaving. Weren't you, Eloise?

- Eloise lives here. - On the very top floor.

I know it well.

Well then, why don't we head down for some lunch, hmm?

Mm!

Nice to meet you, Eloise.

Nice to meet you, Rachel.

Hi, Cornelia.

'Dear Miss Peabody,

'it was very nice to make your acquaintance today.

'As you may have heard, I, Eloise, am rather helpful

'when it comes to weddings.

'Need a last-minute flower girl?

'I come with my own dress and corsage.

'A musician, perhaps?

'I can play "Heart and Soul" on the organ

'in three different keys.'

Please call for rates and references.

'Your truly, Eloise.

Don't forget your catering skills.

Grilled cheese sandwiches and caviar.

Right! Star-shaped, of course.

Do you think they got it all down?

Oh, I'll make sure they send it out right away.

Oh!

Oh, just think of it, Nanny,

a Christmas Eve wedding!

Not that I'd want to marry that Brooks, if you ask me.

There's something fishy about him.

- Oh?

Gotta help Bill! Farewell, Nanny.

Later, perhaps, we'll meet again.

Now, preferably by dinner time, thank you very much.

And I want you to call back on the hour.

Oh, knickers!

Has anyone seen my pet mouse?

Oh! Oh!

'Bill and I make rather a good catering team.

'Sometimes we pretend that we're king and queen

'preparing a little soirée for our closest friends.'

Did we remember to invite the Duke and Duchess of Rigatoni?

Yes, but I'm afraid they can't make it.

Their kingdom is being plagued by dragons at the moment.

- Nasty time to travel. - Ooh!

'But mostly, it's work, work, work,

'until we're absolutely feverish with exhaustion

'and have to take a short break at the piano.'

we can build a snowman

that he is Parson Brown

"Are you married?"

when you're in town

So, how's that Christmas list coming?

Still one or two items short.

- How many you got so far? - Seventy-three.

What? I think it's nice to give Santa lots of options.

Am I boring you?

Alright, back to work.

I'll get the salad dressings, and you do the desert forks.

Aye, aye, sir!

- Ooh!

As you can see, it's the perfect venue.

I'd forgotten how lovely it is.

We could set up the main aisle right along here

with the altar at that end,

- framed by the... - Are you crazy?

Oh, no!

A wedding like this has to be in the Versailles room,

where there's sparkle and glitter

and 'beaucoup d'élégance'.

Honestly, I don't know where her head is these days.

Eloise!

Have you chosen the color scheme yet?

Might I suggest something in chartreuse?

What is the matter with you?

Hello, Bill.

You know each other?

Once.

A long time ago.

I didn't know you were still working here.

I didn't know you'd returned home.

- Just this morning.

Oh, uh, Bill, this is...

Brooks Oliver... the third. Rachel's fiancé.

Oh, I see.

Well... congratulations.

Thanks.

I hate to interrupt your happy little reunion,

but we do have a wedding to plan.

Now, then, right this way.

Next stop, catering.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

'The night maid is named Lily.

'She's married to a subway conductor

'and has exactly four Persian cats.'

Housekeeping!

Will you be needing fresh towels this evening?

No, thank you.

Lily, how much do you remember about Rachel Peabody?

The boss's daughter?

Well, she was about your age when I started working here.

A little hellion, too.

But she loved the Plaza as much as her daddy did.

So, how come the act like they hardly know each other?

She's been away for the past few years.

A university in Europe.

Just about broke her heart when she had to leave this place.

Did anything else break her heart?

You been talking to your friend Bill, huh?

Well...

Yeah, they were sweet on each other alright.

Some say that's why her daddy sent her away.

He wanted something better for her than marrying a waiter.

Didn't seem right if you ask me.

The way I see it, ain't nobody's business messing with true love.

Hey, you forgot the old grouch.

Just doing what they tell me.

Housekeeping!

"Mrs. Thornton, 1617.

"Permanent stop to all services."

But... Mr. Peabody,

he said she wouldn't be with us much longer.

That's it! She's dead!

Oh, Eloise!

How many times do I have to tell you...?

What is it, pet?

Mrs. Thornton.

Oh, yes, I know. I heard about it this afternoon.

You heard, and you didn't tell me?

This is all so horrible!

Oh, there, there, my goodness!

I never thought you'd take it this hard.

If anything, I thought you'd be pleased.

Nanny, how can you say such a thing?

Yes, she was mean and dreadful,

but nobody deserves that.

Oh, there, there, there, my little love.

You'll make yourself sick.

But I am sick, Nanny.

Sick with grief and despair.

Oh...

What are we going to do?

Not sure there's anything we can do.

Except take comfort from the fact

that she's hopefully moving on to a better place.

Do you think there could be a more wonderful place

than the Plaza?

Oh, I'm sure there is.

Now...

How about a spot of ice cream?

I don't think I could eat at a time like this.

Unless, of course, it's chocolate chip?

"Who are you?" Scrooge demanded.

"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past."

"Long past?" inquired Scrooge.

"No. Your past."

I'm so glad you decided to have your wedding here.

Brooks wouldn't hear of doing it anywhere else.

The Plaza's my home... or was.

For what it's worth,

sending you away was the hardest thing I've ever done.

I've missed you, sweetheart, more than you'll ever know.

I missed you, too.

I know you didn't understand it at the time, but...

perhaps now you'll see that what I did was right.

Brooks is a good man.

He's everything I've ever wanted for you.

It's shopping day!

Uh, uh, what are you doing?

I'll meet you in the lobby.

No, no, no, we need our breakfast before we shop.

I found half a croissant under my bed.

Don't slam the...!

Ugh!

Ah, Eloise!

Hello, Sir Wilkes!

Well...

You're off and about early today.

Nanny and I are going Christmas shopping.

Ah!

She couldn't wait another minute to get your present.

She won't tell me what it is,

but I have a feeling it's rather divine.

Oh! And, uh...

Uh, tell me, did Nanny happen to mention anything

she might enjoy being given?

- Finally!

Ta-ta, Sir Wilkes!

Lobby, please, Max!

Ta-ta!

Hmm!

'Every morning, I visit the front desk

'and check in with Miss Thompson.'

- Any messages? - Mm-hmm!

Radio City wants you to be the lead Rockette

at their Christmas extravaganza.

Tell them I must decline.

I strained my toe parachuting over Niagara Falls.

Aw...

Please, please, if you could just wait until next week,

I promise you'll get everything you're owed and then some.

Is that Rachel? Can I talk to her?

I have some more ideas for the wedding that...

I can understand, sir, thank you.

Thank you.

Hello, Eloise. Uh...

No, no, actually, that was, uh...

a business colleague of mine.

Excuse me, won't you?

Ugh!

There you are!

Come along.

Right!

It's cold, cold, cold out there.

I'll have to bundle you up.

- Good morning, Eloise. - Good morning, Charlie.

'The best carriage driver in all of New York is Maggie.

'She speaks with an Irish accent to fool the tourists,

'but she's really from Brooklyn.'

- Hello, Maggie. - Oh, hello, would you be...

Hey, Eloise, how ya doin'?

- Morning, there, Nanny. - Margaret.

I like Leo's bow.

Oh, he insisted on it, this being his big day and all.

Where's he going?

Anywhere you ask him to.

Oh, Nanny, I love you. I absolutely do!

Let's go.

- I've got my list right here. - That's good.

- Ho, Leo! Good boy! - Goodbye!

- Good boy! That's a good boy. - Bye, Charlie!

'A pair of gloves for Max,

'nose clippers for Mr. Peabody, and your present for Sir Wilkes.

'we absolutely can't forget that!'

Here's what Nanny likes. Harrod's.

Here's what I like.

Toys "R" Us.

Oh!

Oh!

- Young lady, I... - Well, it's about time!

Help the poor children!

Ow!

Just checking.

Oh, Nanny,

is there anything more wonderful than Christmas in New York?

Oh, sure, sure, sure.

Don't worry, Nanny.

We'll find the perfect thing for him,

I just know it.

Oh...

There, there.

Nanny?

Yes, Eloise?

Nanny, is that you? Is that you?

Yes, sweetheart, I'm right here.

I saw a ghost.

The Ghost of Christmas Present.

Mrs. Thornton. She's come back to haunt me.

No, no, no, no, darling. You misunderstood.

Mrs. Thornton isn't dead.

She's just moving, that's all.

- Moving? - Apparently...

she's run out of money, and she can't pay her bills.

Seems the hotel is forcing her to leave

the day after Christmas.

Now...

You just lie right back down

and have a little rest.

OK?

There.

Shh!

'Mrs. Thornton.'

'You needn't worry about Mrs. Thornton.'

'1617.'

'She ran out of money and can't pay her bills.'

'Suffice it to say

'she won't be with us much longer.'

'Seems the hotel is forcing her to leave.'

'Permanent stop to all services.'

'Permanent stop to all services.'

Is that you, Lily?

Come in. It's open.

I've been waiting two days for my towels.

Just leave them on the chair, Lily.

Have I ever shown you a picture of my son?

This was taken the Christmas before he moved to Bavaria.

He was a prince there, you know.

Married into the Royal Family.

My little Edgar.

A prince.

Of course, there was no room for me at the castle, so...

he paid to have me live here instead.

Then, last year,

the telegram came.

The one telling me that Edgar had died...

and there was no one left to take care of me.

The Bavarian government stole all his money, you see?

And now...

Make sure you leave me some fresh soap before you go.

Uh...?

I need to speak to Mr. Peabody about this.

He can't just throw her out into the street.

W-w-what time is it?

It's time for justice, that's what!

That's my paycheck! Bring that back!

This is outrageous! Come back, you!

I mean it! This... Oh! That's it!

I've reached my limit!

- Mr. Peabody! - Oh, no!

You absolutely cannot do this to Mrs. Thornton.

How did you get in here? Where is Cornelia?

She had to go chase down her paycheck.

Now, about Mrs. Thornton...

Eloise, this is not your concern.

But it's so unfair! The poor woman's son just died.

And if that weren't enough,

the Bavarian government has taken all his money.

There never was any money.

The truth is,

her son squandered most of what they had

and then ran off to live in Bavaria.

He wrote to his mother saying that he'd married into royalty

and would always support her in high style.

So, you mean Edgar wasn't really a prince?

Far from it, I'm afraid.

And when he died without a cent to his name,

she deluded herself into thinking

that the government had taken claim to his fortune.

I'm sorry, but that's the reality.

And there's nothing I can do about it.

The Plaza is a business,

and services must be paid for.

Do you believe in true love, Mr. Peabody?

What kind of question is that?

I just meant, well, she looks so happy there.

Some people think a smile like that

only happens when you're truly in love.

Well, I suppose that's just a matter of opinion.

Yeah, probably.

Still, she smiles sort of different now.

Don't you think?

Sorry, I'll have these out of your way in a second.

Bill...

Is he really what you wanted?

Or is he what your father wanted for you?

Just tell me it's for real, and I swear I'll never say...

The ice machine on my floor, it's broken.

Hey, Bob, nice to see you again.

- "Bill". - Right.

Hey, listen, would you be a sport and fill this up for us?

I got some champagne that needs chilling.

- You don't mind, do you? - No, of course not.

Great! Thank you.

It's my job, right?

Hey.

Thanks.

God dog, Weenie. Nice work.

Now, let's go get you a treat.

Mm!

Bye, Cornelia.

'The kitchen is absolutely the best place to learn secrets,

'because chefs know everything about everything,

'like how to tell if a pomegranate is ripe

'and whose daughter eloped with the milkman.

'My favorite is Patrice.

'He has a waxed mustache and drives a Ferrari

'and always lets me lick the meringue bowl,

'whether I deserve it or not.'

I usually do.

Come on, you must know something.

Why don't you ask Bill himself?

Ask me what?

This child wants to know about you and Miss Rachel.

Nothing to tell. That's four years ago.

So? Four years isn't very much.

Not when it comes to true love.

That's what it was, wasn't it?

It was a long time ago, kiddo.

Patrice, I have a rather small favor to ask.

Excuse me, sir.

She's nice, and it's perfect.

And they totally believe your story?

Dessert, gentlemen, compliments of the hotel.

I'll give you a moment to decide.

You've really got them wrapped around your finger.

I know.

I mean, Rachel was one thing.

I never figured her father would be so easy.

How do you do it?

Borrowed money all across the country,

made it look like I had my own fortune,

so I couldn't possibly be after Rachel's.

And they really don't suspect anything?

I figure once we're married,

I'll use her money, I'll pay everyone back.

- No, no, no,

she'll even end up paying for her own engagement ring.

Cornelia, I need to see Mr. Peabody right away.

What, no cute little prank this time?

Hold it right there, young lady.

OK, I'm sorry about all that,

but you have to listen to me, Cornelia.

There's something Mr. Peabody needs to know.

Out!

We've got to do something, Nanny, we absolutely have to.

Eloise, I'm sure you misunderstood him.

Just cos you're not fond of Brooks,

it's no reason to let your imagination run wild.

- But... - I know Billy's your friend,

and you want him and Rachel to get together,

but this is one situation you need to stay out of.

- But Nanny... - I mean it, Eloise!

No meddling!

I want you to pinky promise, promise, promise

not to say anything to anyone.

- Come on. - Alright.

Good girl.

I don't care who believes me.

Rachel can't possibly marry Brooks.

He's an absolute villain,

and even if he wasn't,

Rachel loves Bill.

Anyone can see that.

Even if she can't.

- That's it!

I may have pinky promised not to say anything,

but I never pinky promised not to do anything.

'Santa Claus,

'you will never return to Earth.'

'I...'

'Now you belong to Mars.'

'Ho, ho, ho.'

'I'll find a way.'

'That's easy. Let's get rid of the little fat man.'

Magnificent rendition, don't you think?

Oh, yes, quite.

'Oh! That's suicide.

'Santa Claus is on the cusp...'

So, how are you enjoying the holiday thus far?

Oh, immensely, thank you.

Um... still a bit of shopping to do.

Oh, yes, me too.

So many lovely things to choose from.

Makes it rather difficult to choose.

- Oh, yes, yes, terribly so. - Yes.

Although I do find there's always that one idea

that seems more lovely than the rest for that...

certain person, you know.

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

- Allow me... - No!

Could you excuse me just a minute.

- Yes, of course. - Oh... oh!

Eloise...

Could I get your opinion on something?

It's about Nanny's Christmas present.

I passed this shop this afternoon

that had the most magnificent Chinese hairpins.

I was told they were Ming dynasty.

Nanny already has loads of hairpins.

Oh, does she?

Oh...

Honestly, Nanny!

Nanny, have you ever been wooed?

well, I suppose I have got a bit testy once or twice,

but only if someone really deserved it.

Not "rude", "wooed".

Oh!

I mean, if a guy wanted to go about it properly,

what should he do first?

Well, uh...

I suppose it should begin with flowers.

Something simple but elegant.

Preferably roses.

Perfect!

- The ribbons need re-tying. - Yes, ma'am.

- And I want more votives. - Yes, ma'am.

Quickly, people!

And what do you think you're doing?

This is a Christmas party, you idiot.

And Christmas means red.

Not burgundy. Not cranberry.

Red!

Like everything else in this room.

- The ribbons. - Yes, ma'am.

The candles.

The ro...

Where is the centerpiece for table 14?

Daddy, I'm going to my fitting.

OK, dear.

Oh, hi, Rachel.

Gosh! Fancy running into you here.

Hello, Eloise.

What do you think?

Oh, fine, I guess.

Only, I've been thinking, and, well...

aren't you afraid you might be rushing into things a little?

You mean the wedding?

Three days ago,

you thought it was the most romantic thing you'd ever heard.

Well, it is.

I mean, when you're absolutely sure it's the right thing,

because you really know the guy.

I mean really, really, really know him,

like you know Bill, for instance.

You're quite fond of him, aren't you?

Of course! He's my best friend.

And why is that?

Well, he's funny and charming,

and he lets me win every sword fight.

And no matter how tired he is,

he'll always play me a song on the piano.

Oh, those show tunes.

What was the one I used to love so much?

- It was from "Gypsy", I think. - That's my favorite, too!

Did he teach you the little dance that goes with it?

ba-ba, ba-ba

Oh, he could make me laugh so hard with that.

Sometimes I'd sneak down after the parties were over,

and we'd put on these little shows together,

just the two of us.

And I remember this one time we...

Well...

It doesn't really matter now.

We've both moved on.

Yeah, good old Bill.

Only I wish I could figure out who his girlfriend is.

His girlfriend?

I don't know for sure,

but this morning I was in the kitchen,

and I heard him ordering flowers over the phone.

I mean, what else could I think?

You don't send red roses to just anyone.

Red roses?

From a secret admirer.

- Rachel?

Oh.

I better get out of this dress.

I'll be out in a minute.

You remember Eloise, don't you?

Of course. How could I forget such an angelic face?

Look...

I just wanted to tell you, darling,

that I'm off to the lounge for a round of cards.

Oh, don't forget our appointment with Prunella, at four.

Right. See you then.

Hello.

Goodbye.

I was just in the terrace room.

Goodie for you.

Must be a pretty good party they're throwing in there.

That's the hugest ice sculpture I've ever seen.

What?

That was supposed to be delivered to the gold room.

I just checked - the terrace room is free all day,

so I just think it would be absolutely the perfect time

for you to teach me that new song on the piano.

That's what you were thinking, huh?

Please, I want to be able to play it for my mother

when she gets home.

As a Christmas present.

OK. What time?

3:45, and don't be late!

"Bavarian chocolate cake."

Yes?

Who is it?

Ooh!

No...

Eloise, what do you think about this for Sir Wilkes?

- Where have you been? - Not now, Nanny.

I've had a rather exhausting morning,

and if I don't lie down this minute,

I know I shall faint.

Please do not disturb me for at least 17 minutes.

Alright.

"From Leon."

Just what I need!

An international state-of-the-art spy kit.

Well, I'll be going now, Nanny.

And where are you going to?

And what happened to your 17 minutes?

Oh, I couldn't possibly rest at a time like this.

Not when the fate of mankind

is resting on the shoulders of me, Eloise.

The oak bar.

15:30 hours.

I have the suspect in my sights.

He has craftily chosen to hide out

in the one room I'm not allowed into.

After all, I'm only six, for Lord's sake!

Obviously, I'll need a plan.

"Mr. Brooks Oliver III.

"P.S. He's playing cards."

Mr. Brooks Oliver III?

Here.

"Four o'clock appointment cancelled."

Hear that, Boyce?

Looks like I'm yours all afternoon.

Come on, back to the chorus.

The herald angels sing

What are you doing here?

I'm supposed to have a meeting.

I guess the others haven't turned up yet.

That's OK. You can wait here with us.

So far, the plan's going just swimmingly.

Um, I have to run now and get something.

Why don't you sit here and, uh... sing with Bill?

It'll be just like old times.

I, uh...

...told Eloise about the little shows we used to put on.

Mm.

This was always one of your favorites, wasn't it?

together

it's together

I know she goes

I know he goes

no feuds, and no egos

and through thin

place, or show

What in God's name is going on here?

Get back to work this instant.

This is the Plaza, not a cabaret.

And until you acquire something that passes for talent,

I suggest you remember your place here.

Don't you dare speak to him like that!

Bill happens to be a very close friend of mine

whom I asked to stay

because you were an hour late to our meeting.

I-I-I... I beg your pardon, but I...

Not mine... his!

I apologize.

Please tell me you're loving this as much as I am.

I'll thank you to remember that it's people like Bill

who are the very heart and soul of this hotel.

Thank you...

for a wonderful time.

Thank you, Max.

It's Christmas Eve!

Would you mind bathing Skipperdee's ears for me?

Argh!

I'm late for my morning rounds.

No, wait, wait! Oh!

Gee, I sure do hope they fixed this elevator.

I heard last night it plunged sixteen floors.

Boy, you're good!

- Good morning, Mr. Salomone. - Good morning, Eloise.

Did you happen to see any packages arrive from my mother?

Preferably large ones?

- Addressed to me, Eloise? - No.

But I'll keep my eyes open.

- See that you do. - Alright.

- Hi, Bill. - Hello.

She's so cute.

Well, you know, you're motivated.

When you're motivated to do something,

you can accomplish it, I think.

It's like I was motivated when I met Rachel

to get her to marry me.

I think we found a decent orchestra.

It's only 32-piece,

but, you know, who's gonna be listening to music

when they have this vision in white before them?

You're awfully quiet this morning, my dear.

Just a lot on my mind, I guess.

Well, don't you worry, sweetheart.

After tomorrow, you won't have a single care in the world.

Don't bet on it!

Well, I'm off to the barber for a shave.

I wanna look my best for our special dinner tonight.

Last one before we're married.

"Gypsy".

'The absolutely best person to go to when you need something

'and aren't big enough to get it yourself,

'is the concierge.

'Ours is named Walter.

'He speaks seven languages and is always very nice to me,

'because here's the thing of it:

'He has rather a crush on my mother.'

Which is about to come in quite handy.

Good morning, Walter.

Hello, Eloise. What can I do for you?

I'd like two tickets

to tonight's performance of "Gypsy", please.

"Gypsy"? Tonight?

That could be very difficult.

Oh, well, never mind, then.

I'll just tell Mother you did your best.

Wait! Wait! Wait, wait, wait.

Um... let me make a phone call.

See what I can do.

And then put them at the barber shop, a.s.a.p.

I suddenly remembered I need a trim.

What?

Suspect getting his whiskers shaved.

'The barber's name is Vincent.

'He's from Italy,

'which may be why he has trouble understanding the words,

'"Stop, that's short enough."'

Ah, Eloise! Come in, come in.

'If there's one thing I absolutely detest,

'it's getting my hair cut,

'even if it's for a good cause.'

What are we doing today, huh? What?

Just a trim, thank you.

Oh...!

Why not try something different?

Maybe a nice bob, huh?

I'll make the layers real short, huh?

Oh!

Alright, I guess we'll do a trim like you say, huh?

She's a feisty one, this one, huh?

- Oh, boy!

So, Eloise, tell me,

you go someplace special for the holidays?

Oh, I couldn't possibly leave the Plaza at Christmas.

Not with everything going on.

There's one party after another.

Weddings, balls...

There's even a Harvard alumni Christmas party tonight.

Did you say "Harvard"?

Oh, that's right, you went there, didn't you?

You must be terribly excited.

I mean, you're bound to run into someone you know.

I bet Rachel can't wait to meet your school friends.

Well, actually, I'm afraid I won't be able to attend.

You see, I've been called out of town on, uh...

on business, and I won't be back till late tonight, so...

Jeez, that's too bad.

And on the eve of your wedding, too.

- Well... - Oh, well,

I'm sure Rachel will understand,

you being an important businessman and all.

That's it for me.

- Merry Christmas, everybody. - Bill!

Well, well, well, look who's been to see Vincent.

How dare he trim the hair of such a fearsome pirate?

Very funny!

Don't think I didn't stomp him in the kneecaps for it either.

- Hey, have a good one, Bill. - Thanks, Kevin.

- Have a good what? - Vacation.

I'm taking the train up to Vermont for a couple of days.

What? Now?

Not after all I went through to get you a Christmas present!

Here, see?

Two tickets to tonight's performance of "Gypsy".

I figured you could take Rachel with you.

Look, Eloise, I know what you're trying to do here.

'Moi?' I'm not trying to do anything.

Jeez, can't a person want to see two friends go out

and have a good time?

Besides, you need some cheering up.

Brooks has to go out of town on business,

and knowing how you love the theater

and she loves "Gypsy",

the whole thing is rather perfect.

Which is why you can't go to Vermont.

You absolutely can't!

Thank you, Eloise, it's a lovely gift.

Meaning you'll take her?

Meaning I'll ask her.

And if she says yes?

I guess I could take a later train.

'Next to opening presents,

'the absolutely best part of Christmas

'is decorating the tree.

'You have to load it with tinsel,

'or it will shrivel up and die.

'Everyone knows that.'

'Weenie and me hang all the ornaments

'while Nanny dances around,

'singing Christmas songs at the top of her lungs.'

'Nanny likes her eggnog rather strong.'

is a swell time

Look, Nanny, it's snowing.

- Oh!

It's a sign. It absolutely has to be.

Better keep your fingers crossed, just in case.

What for?

I'll tell you later.

- Wish me luck!

Don't slam the...!

Eloise!

I think I've found it.

Tahitian. Quite rare.

Nanny detests pearls.

- Have a good evening. - And you.

Young lady, there's something I have to say to you.

I do wish you wouldn't rush out of here late at night like that

without at least telling me where you're going.

- I'm sorry, Nanny.

I'll get it!

'Bonsoir', Eloise speaking.

Mother! The most wonderful thing just happened.

I can't wait to tell you when you get here tomorrow.

'Eloise, I'm afraid I can't make it home after all.'

What do you mean?

'My flight's been postponed because of the snow.'

Well, can't you take a different plane?

'There aren't any planes, sweetheart.

'Look, I'm so sorry.'

No, I understand.

'Sorry. I'll try.'

- I know you will. - 'Love you...'

- I love you, too. - 'I love you so much.'

- Bye. - 'Bonsoir.'

What is it, love?

That was Mama.

They're not letting any planes take off to New York

because of the snow.

Oh, Eloise!

I am so sorry.

Oh! I'm sure she'll do her best.

I know she will. It doesn't matter.

Well, of course it matters.

You miss her.

Well, here's the thing of it, you see:

If she doesn't make it home in time,

we'll just have to celebrate all over again, won't we?

That way, we'll have two Christmases instead of one.

I never really thought about it like that.

I guess that's why I have you, isn't it, Nanny?

Yes, pet.

That's why you have me.

- Rachel. - Daddy?

What are you doing up so late?

I had some last minute...

What is it?

Nothing. It's just...

You look so happy.

I'm glad you and Brooks had a nice evening together.

Oh, actually... he had to go to a business meeting.

I was with a friend tonight.

Well, you'd better get some sleep.

Big day tomorrow.

Good night, Daddy.

Good night.

Oh, can I help you, sir?

Head right for 66th Street.

OK, thank you.

Excuse me,

is the Harvard Christmas party over?

I beg your pardon?

Never mind. My mistake.

'Before going off to spread Christmas cheer,

'it's important to get dressed up.'

You absolutely have to wear jingle bells, of course.

Wake up, wake up, wake up, it's Christmas Eve!

I don't know how I'm going to get everything done,

for Lord's sake!

First, I'm going downstairs to deliver presents

and see if there's any new development.

Argh!

of Christmas

Everyone!

of Christmas

in a pear tree

of Christmas

two turtle doves

Merry Christmas!

Who do you think this is? This is Miss Stickler.

I wanna know who is responsible for this disaster.

The folding chair...

That's right, the Versailles room!

I want all the chairs sent back!

Oh, poor Prunella.

All that hard work for nothing.

You would think that they would know

not to send folding chairs for a wedding.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I only have an hour...

to find replacements.

But you can't mean they're actually going through with it,

not after...

After what?

- What have you been up to?

Bill! Bill!

He left on his vacation.

Rachel!

It's me, Eloise!

You can't do this. You can't marry Brooks! Please!

There are things about him you don't know.

What sort of things?

Let's take a little walk, shall we?

Let me go!

I told you!

Let me go!

Just as soon as we tie the knot, then it's all legal.

Rachel will never marry you!

Who's gonna stop her?

Let me out!

Argh! Let me out of here!

Ugh! Let me out!

Hello. Good afternoon.

Lovely to see you, sir.

Well, if you do see her,

would you tell her that I'm looking for her, please?

Thank you, Mr. Salomone.

Yes.

'Nanny?'

Come in, Nanny, do you read me?

'Nanny, come in, Nanny.

'I'm under the tree.

'Nanny, can you hear me?

'Under the red box.

'Nanny, if you can hear me, pick up.

'Nanny, help me! Please!'

Eloise?

- You're there! - Uh!

'Oh, Nanny,'

that horrible Brooks locked me in the basement closet.

Out of my way, for Lord's sake!

Oh!

Argh!

Eloise!

In here!

I'm in the cabinet.

- I'm locked in. - Oh!

Uh...

Oh, my sainted Aunt Fanny!

Oh!

Stand back...

cos I'm come, come, coming in.

Oh, Eloise!

What happened?

Come on, Nanny, there isn't much time.

- Oh!

Ah...!

Come on!

Oh!

Uh...

Where did she go?

Do you, Brooks, take Rachel to be your wedded wife,

to have and to hold...

...from this day forward,

for better, for worse...

Shh!

Come on.

...in sickness and in health,

till death do you part?

I do.

I need a raise.

Do you, Rachel, take Brooks to be your wedded husband,

to have and to hold, from this day forward...

for better, for worse,

for richer, for poorer...

in sickness and in health...

- Ooh! - ...till death do you part?

- No... - I'm sorry.

Uh?

I can't do this.

W-w-what do you mean? Why?

That's why.

What's going on here?

Oh!

- Oh...

Ooh!

'Of course, Nanny and me, we play the whole story

'over hors d'oeuvres of holiday fudge.

'We think we're rather brill.

'Then we all sit down to our Christmas Eve feast

'and eat absolutely so much

'that all we can do is lie around

'and wish that we hadn't eaten the fudge.'

"...and ever afterwards,

"and it was always said of him

"that he knew how to keep Christmas well.

"And so, as Tiny Tim observed,

"God bless us, every one!"

- Nanny? - Hmm?

Would you mind very much

if we asked Mrs. Thornton to come over tomorrow?

No one should be alone on Christmas.

I think it's a fine idea, pet.

- Mother? - 'Eloise?'

Oh. Hello, Mr. Peabody.

'There's something I wanna discuss with you.'

Something to discuss with me?

'Yes.'

By the way, they fit perfectly.

Go on, pet.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Peabody.

That remains to be seen.

Eloise, I'm told what happened today was your doing.

Is that true?

Go on.

Admit it, you little wedding wrecker.

- Now, just a minute! - That's enough, Prunella.

Well?

I just wanted her to have true love,

and it would never be with Brooks.

It just couldn't be.

So, you decided to take matters into your own hands, is that it?

Well...

I may have slightly arranged

for her and Bill to sort of run into each other.

But I had to, Mr. Peabody.

If you just saw them together,

I mean really saw them, you'd know that.

That that's where her heart's always been.

It's always been Bill, Mr. Peabody.

They belong together.

So, it's true, then.

You're responsible for all this.

Thank you.

That's all I wanted to know.

- Thank you.

What is the meaning of this?

I demand to know why I have been summoned down here

at this ghastly hour.

My apologies, Mrs. Thornton,

but it seems you have a visitor.

Madame, I am Prince Gavarok of Bavaria.

Your son Edgar was married to my sister.

Please forgive me for not coming sooner.

My country's been in great turmoil since Edgar's passing.

He was deeply loved by our people.

Now...

It has taken me many months,

but I have finally persuaded the government

to release part of Edgar's fortune.

Not all of it,

but enough to ensure that you...

could be well taken care of for the rest of your days.

Oh...

You mean...

We would be honored if you remain a resident of the Plaza.

Oh!

Well...

It is my home, after all.

And always will be.

Bill!

Your Highness, I'm told you have quite a talent for the piano.

I think a song is called for.

Thank you, Eloise.

You're welcome.

"Thank you"?

Do you mean to say you're going to let some demonic child

determine who's fit to marry your daughter?

If she says one more word...!

A waiter?

Instead of a fine, upstanding citizen like Mr. Oliver?

Come on, shake your legs, Slim, let's go.

Brooks?

Special Agent Cringle, FBI.

I've been tailing Slim here for the past week.

Fingerprint analysis just confirmed he's our boy.

Real name is Jimmy Stutts.

Wanted in three states for forgery, fraud and extortion.

You were saying?

Come on, Stutts.

Well...

Seems I wasn't the only one who had suspicions about him.

Why, you little...

Come on!

I don't think Mrs. Thornton

ever had a better Christmas present.

Well done, my love.

But I didn't get her anything.

Are you sure about that?

See, it's not the presents

that came wrapped in ribbons and bows that count,

as much as the ones that come from here.

Ain't that right... Willy?

Mm!

Mother!

I knew you'd make it!

I absolutely love Christmas!