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What a catering gig, huh?

The Glencrest Yacht Club

- Christmas Yacht Parade.
- Yay.

Yeah, they put Christmas lights on boats

and sail them through the harbor,

and the whole town can come.

And there's a Santa, and
they do Hanukkah, too,

which is nice, 'cause let's
just say the yacht club

didn't always do Hanukkah.

Anyway, it's gonna be great.

Yeah, and I can't wait to try out my

"I'm Brie-ing of a
White Crisp-mas" sliders.

With Brie, and crispy onions.

It's kinda complicated.

I might be nervous and trying too hard.

No.

I'm actually not sure why the yacht club

asked us to do this.

I mean, the other
restaurants they invited

are pretty impressive, and we're us.

It's a little strange, right?

- Not strange.
- Pretty strange.

Strangely pretty?

I mean, how does the yacht
club even know about us?

The person I've been
coordinating with wasn't sure.

Stop looking for reasons to worry, Bob.

Mm. I'm just not used
to good stuff happening.

Think of it like a gift from Santa.

If Santa brings something
nice, you don't ask questions.

You take it and keep your mouth shut.

Yeah, I do not want to know
where Santa gets all that stuff.

- The elves' workshop?
- That's a front.

- Hey, Bob.
- Hey Trev.

- Happy holidays.
- Happy holidays.

- Ha.
- Okay, bye.

- Zoom! (laughs)
- Ah, good one, Jimmy.

I get it, humiliating and dominating me.

Well, you were asking
for it by standing there.

-Ugh. Jimmy.
-All right. Come on, kids, let's go.

- Give Trev his dignity.
- You don't need pants, Trev.

Not with those knees.

Hello. Can I help you?

Yeah, we're, uh, caterers,
for the yacht parade.

Caterers? You'll be
setting up in the marina.

Please go around the building.
Inside is for members only.

- "Members" as in "wieners"?
- Excuse me?

Uh, n-nothing. Uh, we'll
go around. Thank you.

Look at us, going around a yacht club.

- Afternoon.
- Mr. President. Good afternoon.

Wait, uh, that was the club president?

Uh, could I speak to him?

I'm just curious how you guys picked us.

The president's really busy right now.

- Good for him.
- Bob, come on, we got to set up.

- Um, uh, okay.
- Try not to step

on the ground too much. Thank you.

Oh, ho, ho. Hello, friends.

- Hey, Teddy.
- Hi.

It's me, Teddy... Oh, you all knew.

That's disappointing, somehow.

So you're the yacht club Santa?

Yeah. I-I was doing some work
at the club and they asked me.

The guy they were gonna
use got in shape this year,

to "stay alive longer."

His loss, my gain, right, guys?

- Mm-hmm.
- Well, congrats.

Got to admit, I'm nervous.

I mean, I'm on the Santa Schooner.

Me. I'm the guy on the Santa Schooner.

- What's the Santa Schooner?
- What's the Santa Schooner?

The last yacht in the yacht parade.

We come right up to
the dock, and I step off

with a big bag of fancy
presents donated by club members.

- Fancy what now?
- And I go over and I get

- welcomed by the mayor.
- The mayor? Bob, the mayor.

- The mayor!
- I heard him, Lin.

And then I hand out
presents to kids on the dock.

Eh, but I don't know if I
have what it takes to be Santa.

The guy's so organized with that
list and the checking it twice.

And those rosy cheeks.
A-Are my cheeks even rosy?

- They're ruddy.
- Teddy, about those presents.

Uh-huh. Some really nice stuff.

Dollies, action figures,
doing all types of actions.

- Intriguing.
- What else?

One member owns a remote
control car company,

and he donated a few cars
from his private reserve.

- They go just a little too fast.
- How fast?

Ram it into your foot at full
speed, you're losing a toenail.

- Holy crap, I want that.
- Whoa. - Hmm.

But the good stuff's gonna run out.

After that it's just a bunch of erasers

donated by a defense lawyer.

They say "We Make
Your Mistakes Go Away."

Sounds like a great
lawyer and a bad present.

If you want a good present,
you better get in line early.

All those kids are waiting already.

- Mom, Dad, it's been real.
- Louise, kids, no.

Yeah, sorry, guys. We didn't know about

the whole present thing.

And we need your help
prepping the sliders.

The recipe's pretty involved.

Oh, my God. There's
free presents for kids,

and what are we?

- That's right, we're kids!
- Teen kids, some of us.

And Gene kids.

But it's also fun to
work with your family

and get presents in two days
at Regular People Christmas.

No, it isn't!

- Sorry. We love you.
- No, you don't!

- Tina!
- All right, we better get set up.

- Uh, good luck, Teddy.
- Uh, hey.

For the rest of the
night, call me Santa, okay?

- I'll try.
- I'll try what?

I'll try, Santa.

Maybe your eyes could light up
like a child's when you say it?

- Teddy.
- Yep, I'm gonna go. Bye, guys.

Oh, what a night.

We got twinkly lights, floaty boats,

- the mayor's gonna be here.
- Yep.

I still don't get why you
love the mayor so much.

Because he's got that walk. He's like...

(chanting): "I'm the mayor, look at me.

- Helping my community."
- Uh-huh.

Oh. Uh, Mr. uh... uh, President man?

Sorry. I-I don't know your name.

- Mr. President Man is fine.
- Oh, okay.

- Uh, do you have a second?
- Not really.

We're doing a little ceremony
later for tonight's vendors...

Like yourself... and I
need to prepare my remarks.

Which is what I call the
drinks I'm gonna have.

(laughs)

Ha, ha. Well, I'll be quick.

Uh, my name is Bob
Belcher. This is my family.

- Hi.
- My liege.

I was wondering, uh, how
did you hear about us?

Well, like all the vendors,
you came highly recommended

by someone in our yachting community.

You see, Bob? It's not
the crazy, evil plan

of someone out to get you somehow.

Who recommended us?

- Hmm. Who was that?
- JIMMY: Hey, look out!

Expensive boat coming through.

Oh, that's right. It was Jimmy Pesto.

Jimmy Pesto?

He took out a second mortgage for this.

Shush.

Oh, God. It is the crazy, evil plan

of someone out to get me somehow.

- Bob...
- Linda, this is a trap.

Great. A festive Christmas
trap with my family.

Aw, family.

Ugh, Jimmy. I knew this
job was too good to be true.

Bob, don't be paranoid.

(sighs) He's coming over here.

LOUISE: Great. We're gonna
check out the gift situation.

- No.
- Kids, you got to prep.

- We finished.
- What? Already?

It's a Christmas miracle,
and also we went really fast

and don't look too closely at our work.

Need anything else, or you're good?

- You're good? You're good.
- JIMMY: Hey, hey.

Look who it is, the
Ghost of Christmas...

(fart sound)

- (laughs)
- Ha. Fart ghost.

You recommended us for this, Jimmy?

Yeah, the president
and I are bro buddies.

He needed vendors, so
I threw out some names.

He's definitely gonna have
to make you a member now.

H-Hey, I am a member, practically.

Top of the wait list. Up top.

- Nuh-uh.
- Down low?

- Nope.
- But Christmas.

So, you did this out of
the goodness of your heart?

Yeah. 'Tis the season, right?

Uh, but, uh, why don't you just worry

about your tiny burgers, Bob?

Ha. Cause sliders are small.

Why don't you have a booth, Jimmy?

I got to mingle. I mean,
these are my people.

- Eh. Could be, if you get in.
- Would you ju... Listen.

I know you're up to something, Jimmy.

- Do you hear me?!
- (chuckles): He's fine.

Happy holidays.

Ugh. So many kids in line.

Yep, we're getting erasers.
We're eraser children.

Sweet siblings, we
won't be waiting in line.

Waiting is for people who aren't

close personal friends with Santa.

About to board the old
Santa Schooner, huh, Teddy?

(chuckles): I mean, Santa.

- How you feeling?
- Still nervous.

I-I thought I was having a
heart attack, but I wasn't.

Great, great. So you know we've
always thought of you as...

kind of a father figure,
mixed with an uncle.

With a splash of stranger.

Just enough to keep it interesting.

Wow. Okay.

So, Uncle Father Santa Teddy,

you've got a yacht full of
presents to give to kids,

and we are kids.

So why don't you go on the yacht,

grab a primo gift or three,
and, uh, do what Santa does best?

- Fly?
- No. I'm saying give some gifts to us.

Oh. W-Would Santa do that?

Uh, what about those
kids waiting in line?

- For hours, some of them.
- Yeah, Louise.

- What about the kids waiting in line?
- Seriously?

Don't talk to us about
waiting in line, okay?

- We've been waiting in line all our lives.
- Preach.

You've seen what it's like for
us, Uncle Father Santa Teddy,

in our so-called house.

You don't have to do
it, Uncle Santa Father...

- uh, sorry, I forget your title.
- Tina.

Uh, what would Santa
do? What would he do?

I'm sorry, kids. I
feel weird about this.

I got to go, and-and not
because I have nervous diarrhea.

Hey, does this yacht have a toilet?

And not because I have nervous diarrhea.

Ugh. Now what are we gonna do?

Go back and work

and try to make the best
of what little we have?

Well, that's a sad thing to
hear a kid say at Christmastime.

Hey, Gus. Don't worry about
us, you enjoy yourself.

Oh, I'm enjoying myself.

I'm having craft beers and
chicken satay and craft beers.

It-it's okay, I'm not
driving. I took my dinghy.

- I took my dinghy, too.
- (sighs) Let's get back to the booth.

But let's take the long,
avoiding-work way. Bye, Gus.

Bye, kids. Ooh, what do we have here?

Another drink ticket.
Merry Christmas to Gus!

Oh, my God, Bob, I just
had a brain thought.

What if the mayor tries
one of our burgers?

- Uh-huh.
- He'll love it!

Next he'll be hanging
out in the restaurant,

asking us advice on city stuff,

where to put buildings and whatnot.

I always thought there should
be one right over there.

- What is he up to?
- Huh? What? Who?

Jimmy. I know he's got
something up his stupid sleeve.

He wants to embarrass me then
high-five all his rich friends.

- Bob, you're being crazy.
- Hmm.

Anyway, Jimmy wants to
impress the yacht people.

- He's not gonna do some dumb prank.
- Wait. You're right.

- Yeah.
- That's why Jimmy brought Trev.

He-he's gonna make Trev do it,

and then, uh, Jimmy
keeps his hands clean.

- Uh, I'll be back.
- Bobby, no.

Don't go starting
something. It's Yacht-mas.

It's time for truth,
Lin. It's truth o'clock.

He's okay. He's merry.

He's a yacht mess.

Look, it's Bob.

- Hey Trev.
- Heh. Whatever, Bob.

Hm. Jimmy's not around. Do
you have to talk like that?

Uh, yeah. I have social anxiety, Bob.

(sighs) Okay. Uh, listen,

I know you and Jimmy
have something planned.

Probably something stupid and awful,

but you shouldn't do it.

How'd you know about that?

So there is something! What-what is it?

Bob? Stop breathing on Trev.

I know you're up to something, Jimmy.

- Trev just admitted it.
- What?

- Ugh, I didn't.
- Whatever it is,

you're not getting me tonight, Jimmy.

Oh, loosen up, will you?
Especially your belt.

(laughs) 'Cause of your body.

- Body.
- Zoom! (chuckles)

Trev, come on. There's a yacht
over here with a dirty name.

- Classic. I love names.
- (snickering)

Well, none of it's gonna work, Jimmy.

And-and I don't even
have a belt. It's elastic.

And it fits fine, sort of.

Wait. Loosen your belt?

(distorted): Zoom!

Yes. That's it.

He wants to pants me
in front of rich people.

That monster.

Not this time. No, Jimmy.

This time it's gonna be your pants!

(cackles)

We like to keep this walkway clear.

- Oh. Uh, I'm sorry.
- You're still on it.

- Oh, okay, um...
- Thank you.

- Here?
- Thank you.

Aw, look at the boats, all lit up.

Here you go. Stocking
stuffer for your mouth.

Stuff it, in a good way.
Bob, what are you doing?

I'm using bungee cords to make
myself impossible to pants.

Yeah, Mom, what's it
look like he's doing?

Listen, I know you thought this job

was too good to be true, and yeah,

the Jimmy thing's weird,
but you got to get a grip.

I have a grip. A firm grip, on my pants.

- That's my guy.
- I'm worried about Dad.

I'm worried it took him this long

to figure out he looks
great in bungee cords.

Guys, do you see what I see?

It's Gus.

TINA: Yep, that's Gus all right.

So you just want us to
watch Gus for a little bit?

- I'm in.
- No, his boat. He can take

us to the Santa Schooner.

- Follow my lead.
- (groans)

Mom, we're exhausted. We need a break.

And a foot rub, but
we'll get to that later.

Oh, uh, Bob, can we
manage without the kids?

Wait, I could run another bungee cord

under my crotch.

Oh, yeah, you've got this.

Fine. If you see the mayor,
tell him about our mayor special.

Is it smothered in mayor-naise?

Now it is.

I'm gonna tell the
mayor I thought of that.

- Gus, buddy!
- Children.

Looks like someone's got a date

with that salty lass, the sea.

Oh, yup, going home, to the ocean.

Just kidding. I live in a house.

Wait, we need to get out
to that yacht over there.

The one with Santa barfing off the side?

That's the one. We need to, uh...

get barf medicine to him.

We're doctors. Damn good ones.

- Nope. Nope, we're not.
- She's not, we are.

Hey, I know what this is.

You kids want to go
on that Santa Schooner

and get the pick of the litter.

- What?! No.
- Exactly.

It's okay, I get it.
I always kind of wanted

to take down Santa.

It's the ultimate heist. Hop in.

- (groans)
- Untie that, will you?

Oh, wait, not that one. Oh, God.

Uh, let's go, let's go!

Bob, parade's almost
over and what do you know,

no one's tried to pants you.

- Huh, I mean, that's true.
- PRESIDENT: Testing, testing.

I love to yacht, I live to yacht.

My yacht is hot, I yacht a lot.

Sound okay?

Thank you, everyone for coming

to the Yacht-mas Yacht Parade.

Tonight we give members of the community

a chance to get to know us.

We're more than just tan,
happy faces on a yacht

sailing past you.

We're your bosses and neighbors,
depending on where you live.

And to show our appreciation
for you, our neighbors,

let's have our community food vendors

come up here on stage.

-Of course. It's happening now.
-Wha?

Excuse me, sir, can you follow me?

This is it, Linda. I can feel it.

Oh, you and Jimmy and
your stupid penis fights.

I wish you could both just...
(gasps) The mayor! There he is!

Sir, is there a reason
you're not coming with me?

Bob, you're gonna be
so close to the mayor.

Give him this. Oh, and ask him if he'd

want to start a podcast
with a sassy mom.

Uh, and it's called The Mayor
Show with Mayor and Linda.

All right, Jimmy, let's pants.

GENE: How does this work, Gus?

Do you just toss us into the yacht?

Pirates use poles to
attach ropes to the side.

- Where do you keep your pirate poles, Gus?
- There's a ladder.

Uh, never mind, there's
no ladder. Let's go back.

- No, I see it. That's a ladder.
- Aha!

- Come on.
- O-Okay, I'll wait here

and hold this thing that
you said wasn't a ladder.

Say "Cayman Islands."

- Uh-uh-uh. Stay back, Jimmy.
- Huh?

- When's it gonna happen?
- What? Don't worry about it.

(loud whisper): Bob. Bob. Mayor.

- I know.
- Burger.

I'll give it to him, Linda.

Don't yell at me. And smile.

- BOB: Trev, Trev, Trev.
- (President speaks indistinctly)

I see you.

Oh, wait, he just walked
behind someone tall.

Now I see you again.

Okay, they're already wrapped,
so we're gonna have to shake 'em

to find the good stuff.

And if one sounds like
it's got a dangerous,

tiny car inside, send it my way.

What if Teddy sees us? He already said

we can't have presents
before the other kids.

- Teddy's not gonna see us.
- Oh, hey, kids.

Teddy, buddy, pal!
What are you doing here?

What? This isn't our boat.

Teddy, any chance you didn't see us?

(Bob grumbling)

Don't even think about it, Trev!

- Wha?
- What the hell?

Don't you tell Trev
not to think about it.

Think about it, Trev.

I know what you're up to.

Just chill out, huh?

Don't touch me! Aah!

(both grunting, shouting indistinctly)

Stop it! Stop it!

This is a yacht club, not a golf course.

What's your problem, Bob?

As if you don't know, Jimmy.

Oh, Bob, no! Wait, the mayor's burger.

Where's the burger?

(grunting, shouting continuing)

LINDA: Bobby, no!

Oh, God, there's
bungee cords everywhere.

- Bobby! - Cold. So cold.
- Stupid Bob. Stupid water.

You two, get them out!
This is what happens

when you open your
doors to the boatless.

I mean, uh, who's psyched for Santa?

Eesh. You kids were
gonna take the gifts?

That's not so nice.

Look, if we could have waited
in that line, we would have.

But we've been busy
doing hard burger labor

with our numb little hands.

What are those kids doing?

They're just standing
there waiting to stuff

their big old present pockets,

which I assume they have. Must be nice!

Uh, okay, if you really
think it's the right thing

for you to get gifts
ahead of the other kids,

- I'll give you gifts.
- Then it's up to us?

- Uh, I guess.
- Great.

- So we don't want gifts.
- We want the gifts.

- And we feel really good about it.
- (groans)

PRESIDENT: Inside the clubhouse

is supposed to be for members only,

but we're always happy
to accommodate two

shivering naked people
who fell in the ocean.

Sorry to be naked.

Uh, they made us take off
our wet clothes so, you know,

we wouldn't die.

Well, I hope it was worth it.

Hey, I'm, uh, basically a
member now, right? Damn it.

- Thanks a lot, Bob.
- It's your fault, Jimmy.

- It was your dumb plan.
- What plan?

Your plan to pants me
in front of everybody.

I wasn't gonna pants you, idiot.

- But what about what Trev said?
- What? (stammers)

Trev was supposed to shout
something from the audience.

- Shout what?
- Well, something about me and

how I helped with all this.

He was gonna get the whole
crowd to chant "Jimmy, Jimmy"

so the guy would hear and, uh, you know,

I'd get in this damn club.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I-I don't get it.

You recommended me for this. Why?

You-you had to be setting
me up for something.

(mutters quietly): I thought the
yacht guys would like your food.

What? I couldn't hear you.

I said... (mumbles indistinctly)

No, now you just mumbled.

You're covering your
face with your blanket.

I thought they would like your food,

and then they would like
me because I recommended you

and that's how I'd get into the thing.

You thought they would like my food?

Oh, it sounds gross when you say it.

We need you to leave.

Here are some blazers we keep

in case people forget to wear blazers.

And pants in case people
forget to wear pants. Thank you.

Mission accomplished, huh, guys?

- Nice work.
- Wow, look at the present line.

GENE: It got really long.

You know, some kids like
just waiting in line.

They make friends, share stories.

It's the journey, you know.

And we're moving closer,
and I'm getting a good look

at these kids now,
seeing some excited faces,

some Christmas joy.

Feeling some guilt, some regrets.

Gonna close my eyes. Don't like it.

Me, too. Oh, God, I
still see their faces!

- Wait, I didn't close my eyes.
- (sighs): They deserve these gifts

more than we do, don't they?

Kind off what I've
been saying for a while.

Well, you didn't say
it good enough, did you?

- Uh-huh. Sure, sure.
- Ugh, let's give back the gifts.

Or you can give 'em
to your old friend Gus

and see what he can
get for them on eBay.

Ho, ho, ho! Happy holidays, son.

Sorry I said son. That sounds weird.

Uncle Father Santa Teddy?

Hey, kids. I'm a little busy.

We're giving our gifts back
for you to give to them.

Oh, you sure?

- Yeah, we're sure.
- Okay, good for you.

Hey, can you do me a favor?

Great, more selfless acts.
How can we be of service?

Could you grab my backup beard?
It's in my bag in the yacht.

Did you forgot to take off
your beard when you barfed?

- Can you tell?
- No, it smells great.

Well, we went from holding
three sweet gifts in our hands

to looking for a less-barfy beard.

I think this is Teddy's bag.

Wait, there's a note for us.

"I knew you kids would
do the right thing.

"Here's an RC car that goes too fast.

We can't give it out.

"The battery gets very, very hot,

"like about to catch on fire,
so, you know, look out for that.

Merry Christmas, Uncle
Father Santa Teddy."

That thoughtful son of
a gun. I get it first.

You did it, Teddy. You're a good Santa.

- A real good Santa.
- Santa, hurry up.

- (kids shouting indistinctly)
- Ow, ow!

Can-can I get some help, please? Elves!

This thing is amazing!
Pick up your feet!

Okay, be careful. Rich people's toes

are worth two of our toes.

How you feeling, Bob, you pruney loony?

I'm okay. The yacht
club clothes are nice.

They fit better than my regular clothes.

Yeah. Who knew clothes could fit?

Hey, um, sorry I didn't
listen to you about Jimmy.

It's okay. As long as you admit

we got this gig because we deserve it.

- Hmm, maybe.
- And 'cause we work hard.

And 'cause you got a hot butt.

I can see it now that
your pants fit. Whoa!

Move over, J.Lo.

I can't believe Jimmy was actually

doing something nice for me.

I-I kind of feel bad for him.

Uh, yeah, my yacht's over
there. Did you see it?

Oh, sorry, y-you were talking.

- Yeah, poor, dumb Jimmy.
- (sighs) I'll be right back.

- Um, excuse me.
- Hmm. You continue to be here.

Yeah. Uh, sorry about everything.

I-I just wanted to
say I think you should

still let Jimmy join the club.

(chuckling): Oh, I don't
think that will be happening.

But tonight wasn't a total disaster.

People raved about your burgers.

Really? Uh, well, then
I-I guess I should tell you

all the credit belongs to Jimmy?

- Was that a question?
- No.

- Jimmy taught me so much.
- Him?

I-It's true. He's my, uh, ugh,

mentor of food.

And he's such a great guy. Goodbye.

- Well, I did what I could.
- What'd you say?

I-I really don't want to
talk about it. I feel dirty.

I might jump in the water again.

- Mm, excuse me. Bob and Linda Belcher?
- Uh, yeah, that's us.

- I work for the mayor.
- (gasps)

He sent me to compliment
you on the delicious burger

he tried earlier this evening.

Wait, how'd he get a burger?

Uh, yeah, we made one
for him but I dropped it.

Yes, it landed on the ground,

and the mayor followed
the three-second rule.

He had worked up quite an appetite

from greeting people
and watching yachts.

Oh, my God! Kids, come here.

This man says the mayor tried our burger

and he loved it. He loved it.

Yeah, he ate it off the ground.

Eh, our dad's food's
better off the ground.

Floors work, too.

Ah, what a Christmas.
Bob, make some fries.

I'm gonna dump 'em on the
dock and see if he comes back.

- Uh, yep.
- Ho, ho, ho! Who wants erasers?

Hey, you got the car out. Ow, my toe!

♪ How did I do as Santa Claus? ♪

♪ Sorry, guys, but
Santa's insecure ♪

♪ Did you find my
beard convincing? ♪

♪ Did my reindeer need a rinsing? ♪

♪ Were you buying this
at all? I wasn't sure ♪

♪ How did I do as Santa? ♪

♪ Rate me on a scale of one to ten ♪

Uh, pass.

Well, your stomach shook like jelly.

- Okay.
- But your beard was kind of smelly.

Oh.

♪ We'd recommend
this Santa to our friends. ♪

LINDA: Yeah! Now, that's Christmas.

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