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Mom, I'm walking into
the press conference now.

Yes, I saw that video.
All of America saw the video.

What? Mom, I can't right now.

Yes, I'll be home for
Christmas. I promise.

Call you back. Love you.

I just want to thank
everyone for coming out today.

I couldn't imagine this little guy
sitting in a cage on Christmas.

I urge everyone
to consider adopting.

- Have you picked out a name?
- Well, his name tag says, "Tiny."

So I guess I'll stick with that.

Are you still planning on hosting Stacey's
Department Store Winter Party?

Of course, and I'm planning
on taking Tiny with me.

Even after what happened?

Aren't you concerned about
the future of your company?

Today, I just
want to talk about the shelter.

Any comment on the security footage
of you at Sandra Reed's studio?

I can explain that, but...

I'm afraid we have no more time for
questions, ladies and gentlemen.

Just ignore them. Thank everyone.

I just want to thank all the volunteers
at the animal shelter

for bringing me and Tiny together.

Merry Christmas.

Don't sweat it, Victoria.
You got this!

Victoria! It's me, Carrie.
Hi!

- Hey! Say hi to her for me.
- Oh, Carrie, hi.

- Hi.
- Nice to see you.

- Your hair looks just like Victoria's.
- Oh, thank you. I try.

Not as grand, of course.

Yes. Well, it's the thought that counts.
I'll tell her you said hi.

Awesome.

Celebrity designer Victoria Frost

finds herself in the doghouse after
the release of this shocking video.

How could they come at me like that?

It wasn't a bad move
for you to be involved

with a story that folks
really care about.

People love a good dog story.

That is not why I did it, DD.

Of course not.

He bit me!
Emily, will you please take him?

He didn't bite you.
He's just playful.

Tiny, you shouldn't
bite your mommy.

Hush, everyone.

We obtained this surveillance footage
of Frost taking photos

of her competitor's new line
of home furnishings.

That does not look good.

That does not look good.

Since the video surfaced,

stocks in Frost Home Furnishings
have taken a hit.

Commenting now is Frost
colleague and competitor

Sandra Reed,
of Reed Domestic Designs.

Victoria and I have been
close friends for years.

So I never imagined she woul...

Well, I guess I should be flattered
she wanted to borrowmy designs.

Poor thing.

Sucks to be her.

Stop pretending you don't want to put me
out of business.

Our sources report that Victoria Frost

may pull out of her annual hosting
of Stacey's Department Store's

"Sources."
This is ridiculous.

You really need to get ahead of this.
Christmas is huge for us.

Home dining ware,
ornaments, decorations.

I know, DD. But there are still
ten days until Christmas.

Some new story is bound to
occupy those media vultures.

That story isn't going anywhere.

Victoria, I spoke with several of the
board members,

who think that you need to--

Enough. I'll just need to lay low for a
bit until all of this blows over.

The design team has been
hounding me anyway.

No offense, little guy.

Fine. I hear that Turks
and Caicos is nice.

No. How would that look?

I mean, jetting off to some fancy island
is a total supervillain move.

No. I need to go somewhere
where no one would expect it.

Somewhere simple and homey.

What?! You can't imagine me
somewhere not posh?

I'll have you know, I grew up
in the poorest section of Bel Air,

right before my mother met
lucky husband number four

and moved us to the Maldives.

What's so funny?

I was just imagining you
in my hometown, Plattsburg.

You know...
small, slow-moving town.

The biggest event of the year is
the Christmas tree decorating contest.

Usually gets all of about
a dozen entries.

What?

Mom, it's just for the holidays.

But honey, Victoria's used to
penthouse suites

and people
waiting on her hand and foot.

- She says she wants to be low-key.
- Okay, fine.

She can stay in your sister's old room.
She can't come home this year.

She's headed to Florida with
her new girlfriend to meet her family.

It must be serious.

- Finally. Are you seeing anyone?
- We're going there now?

I know that you're busy.

It's just that with all the dating apps,
you don't have to do all the legwork.

And I could help you write
your essays for your profile.

Mom, eww...

It's just that I worry that you're lonely.

I'm literally surrounded by people
all the time. I am never alone.

Being alone and being lonely
have very little to do with each other.

Thank you, Oprah.

- So it's okay if Victoria comes?
- Of course. It's Christmas.

You can show up with three wise men
and a camel, for all I care.

- What's one princess gonna matter?
- Great. Thanks, Mom.

- Love you.
- You too, sweetie.

Are you all packed?

Didn't think so.

- Everything set?
- All systems go.

But are you sure?

There's no spa treatments
or turndown service.

Please. I am looking
forward to slumming it.

In fact, I was thinking,
don't pack anything fancy.

I just want to hang out and nest.

Besides, I have
the summer line to finalize.

True. I actually wanted to
talk to you about that.

I have some things that
I've been working on and...

Just let's table that.

Maybe pack the silk blouse
with the cashmere shawl,

a couple of jumpers and my black
angora sweater for evenings.

I mean, it's Christmas
even if it is Plattsburg.

Gotcha.

Mom, I'm home!

- Baby.
- Hi, Mom.

Victoria, it's such a pleasure
to finally meet you.

You must be the mom. A delight.

Your daughter
is a goddess, a goddess.

And thank you so much
for hosting us for the holidays.

It's my pleasure.

I love your home. Lovely.

Thank you.
That's so sweet.

How was your flight? I know that airports
around the holidays

can be such a nightmare.

We flew private
to avoid the publicity.

I can just imagine the headlines:

"Celebrity Sleeps in
Donna Stanton's Guest Room."

I wish that were the headlines.
This holiday, I am strictly lying low.

And this must be Tiny.

Careful. He bites.

He doesn't bite. He's just playful.
That reminds me.

We should probably make sure
his shots are up to date.

- Is Dr. Hicks still in his old office?
- He's the only vet in town.

And his son
just joined the practice.

Jonathan?
Jonathan with the big glasses?

His eyesight got better,
and his biceps got bigger.

Easy, tiger.

Oh, shoot. If Tiny's going to the vet,
you should probably change his collar.

If anything happens to it,
I am out a bundle.

I brought his plain one. I figured we'd
need it to take him out on walks.

What did I tell you, Donna?
She's a goddess.

Thank you.
Why don't I show you to your room?

You're so sweet. I might need
an extra pillow or two and a fan.

- Is your water hard or soft?
- Is she crazy?

It's wet, mostly.

- But I'll check.
- Your momma's crazy.

Okay, buddy. We're going to the vet.
It won't be too bad.

Well... here you go.

Good boy. Come on.
Come on. Right here.

Good boy.

All right, let's go.

Hello?

Anybody there?

Hello? Can I help you?

Hi, Emily.

Jonathan, hi.
It's been too long.

I was surprised when your mom called
and said you'd be coming in.

- She did now?
- Of course.

I haven't seen you since I puppy-dogged
after you at the junior prom.

I was such a nerd with a crush.
You probably don't even remember me.

Sure I do.

Well, I guess you "puppy dog"
for a living now, so it all worked out.

Yeah, I thought I'd work with my dad.

Surprised I'm even back in Plattsburg,
but... here I am.

- What brings you to town?
- I'm just home for the holidays.

- And this little guy needs a checkup.
- You must be Tiny.

Hey there, buddy.

Why don't you guys come back
to the exam room?

Okay.

Looks like you're taking
very good care of him.

By the way, thank you
for texting over his records.

It looks like he's due
for his canine booster shot.

- Is that all?
- Yep.

Great.

Good boy, Tiny.

Sorry, I need to take this.

Yes, we just got here.
Everything okay?

Marketing called. They said
we can air a few more TV spots

on the Holiday Cooking Channel.

I'm just not sure which ones
we should air a second time.

Go with the Belle Collection.

It's the least like Sandra Reed's modern
stuff and we can avoid--

Looking like a thief?
Thanks. I got it.

Belle Collection?

- Sounds like you're having a busy day.
- Me? No. But my boss is.

- Victoria Frost?
- How did you know that?

When I heard you were
heading in, I looked you up.

You did?

And Tiny is Victoria's dog,
I'm guessing?

Technically, I filled out
the adoption papers

because you-know-who
isn't too keen on paperwork.

- So you're dog sitting for the holiday?
- Yes.

Well, welcome home.

Bernard? Are you here?

Well, it looks like
some little guy needs a shot.

I have to say, I'm a huge fan
of Victoria Frost

ever since her days on TV
as a spokesmodel,

and like, my entire kitchen is filled
with her Early Frost collection.

It's pathetic. Well, no, it's beautiful.
I'm pathetic. You get it.

- I get it. I love that collection too.
- You do?

- She's... she's not coming, is she?
- I don't think so.

Really?

Well, at least you made it.
Now, I promise this won't hurt a bit.

That's a really big needle.

Okay.

Emily? Emily?

That's me.

Emily?

What happened?

You looked at the needle
and kind of... zonked out.

Zonked? Me?

Well, not to get technical,
but yes, you fainted.

I'm so sorry.

It's been a crazy day.
I guess I forgot to eat or hydrate

or do whatever it is people do
so they don't faint in vets' offices.

Not so fast.

Thank you.

You want me to call your boss
and maybe tell her what happened?

That won't be necessary. She'll just
accuse me of lying down on the job.

Quick text maybe? I don't mind.

- Bernard. She's good, thanks.
- Okay.

Why don't you go get Tiny
from the holding area?

Yeah.

We like to keep the dogs
under watch after their shot

in case there's a bad reaction.

In case their owners faint.

- Funny.
- Thanks. I'll be here all week.

I'm sure the crowd
just howls with laughter.

Ouch.

I think I've met my match.

Your job's pretty intense, huh?

Yeah. I'm always on call,
but I get to travel a lot.

Well, I get to see
hotel suites a lot.

I get to help run things like
appointments, social media, pet sitting.

What do you
really want to do?

Right now, I really
want to get off this floor

and go bring Tiny back
to his very impatient mama.

Let me.

We should really go get Tiny.

Okay.

His chart says he's reacting
great to the shot.

He's a very healthy...

- That's weird. He should be...
- What?

Dad?

- Did you see Tiny?
- - I don't know. What's a "Tiny"?

- Tiny is my boss's new rescue dog.
- Sorry. I just got here.

I thought I saw your car
outside a while ago.

Yeah. I walked down to
the corner to get a coffee.

- Dad, we have coffee here.
- True, son.

But we don't have Millie's
Christmas cinnamon latte.

Okay, so where is he?

Bernard, did you
take the dog out for a walk?

No. He was a little nippy when
I put him in the cage, though.

- He's not nippy. He's just playful.
- I know what it is.

All right. Let's all split up
and go look around.

Tiny? Here, boy!

He's not outside.
Where can he be?

Well, did you lock the back door?

No, we never lock it during the day
since we're in and out so much for walks.

Why would you
leave it unlocked?

You don't even have
any dogs back here to walk.

Force of habit, I guess.

You don't think someone snuck in
through the unlocked door

when no one was looking?

Is it possible?

Tiny's been dognapped!

Did anybody see
anyone enter the building?

No.

Okay, let's all spread out
and search the immediate area.

- Tiny's chart says he has a chip.
- Is that like a GPS thing?

No, I wish. But if we find him, we can at
least scan it and prove he's yours.

He may have gotten out somehow
on his own and wandered off.

But just in case,
nobody touch anything.

- This could be a crime scene.
- A crime scene?

Don't worry, Miss Stanton.
Jonathan, why don't you two head out.

I'll man the phones
in case anyone calls.

Emily, why don't you jump in and we'll
head over to the sheriff's office.

I don't want to make
a public thing out of this.

Victoria does not need the publicity,
especially right now.

We can just say
that the dog is yours.

Okay.

Do you have a photo of Tiny?

Are you kidding?
Tiny has his own website.

Fine. I'll look for a photo.

All right.

- Hicks' Vet Clinic.
- Hey, Bernard.

Oh, hi, boss. Any luck?

Not yet. Can you do me a favor?
We're gonna send you a photo of Tiny.

Don't bother.
I'll get one off his website.

Okay.

Can you print out
500 missing dog flyers

that we can hand out and post up
around the neighborhood?

Make sure you put that anyone with
information should call the clinic.

All right.
Are you offering a reward?

- I don't know. A thousand bucks?
- A thousand bucks for a shelter dog?

People are gonna know
something's up.

How about 75 dollars
and a Christmas wish?

Oh, big spender.

Hey, don't underestimate
the Christmas wish.

Fine. Seventy-five dollars
and a Christmas wish.

All right. Got it.

No mention of you-know-who.

If you mean my future BFF,
no worries.

Thanks. I'll call soon.

Okay. Well, I think
I got all the details.

Nice to see you
back in town, Emily.

Thanks, Sheriff.

Jonathan,

has your dad ever had any animals
stolen out of the office in the past?

No. Never.

Well... is there anything unusual about
the dog that would make him a target?

No, not really.
We've only had him a few days.

Look, I get it.
I got two French poodles at home.

My wife's idea, long story.

Daisy and Melody are
part of the family now.

So, don't you worry.
We're alerting Animal Control

and I'll reach out to
all the precincts in the county.

- We'll find him.
- Thanks. I really appreciate it.

Thank you.

- Have you told your boss yet?
- No, not yet.

I figured I'd better do it in person.

Why don't I go check on the flyers,
and we'll meet up later?

Are you sure? You've been so nice.
I don't want to keep bothering you.

To be completely honest,
it's entirely our fault.

I will feel much better
once he's found.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

DD, I just got the box of this year's
ornaments you sent me.

They turned out perfect.
Colorful and so unique.

I thought you should
at least have a look at them

since they've been shipping
since August.

The pencil sketches Emily sent over
really inspired the design team.

Pencil sketches?

Of course. She's really good at
putting my ideas onto paper.

Well, I'm glad you like them, since you
might be keeping about 5,000 of them.

Ever since your little
video escapade surfaced,

sales have been slipping,
Victoria.

- Well, don't worry.
- Sure. You always pull through.

And Stacey's big corporate party,
I'm still hosting that, right?

I don't think so.
No one's calling me back.

Drat.

Well, I won't let this beat me.
I can't be beaten. You'll see.

Sure. Listen, I hate to ask, but how is
your summer collection coming along?

The design team really needs your input
since you hated all of theirs.

Well, they were hideous and they're lucky
I didn't fire the lot of them.

But I'll get it done, DD.
I just got off the plane,

and I've just been a bit distracted
with little Tiny and all.

Of course. Totally understandable.
We'll talk later.

Is everything okay?

I could make you some cocoa.

That would be lovely.
Do you have oat milk?

- No.
- Soy?

It's Plattsburg. We have cow.
Regular or skim.

Fine. Skim.
I'm not a barbarian, you know.

- Hello?
- In the kitchen, honey.

How's it going?

Well, DD's her usual
doom and gloom, but whatever.

So how did the little guy do?

He's...

- Victoria, he's missing.
- What?

He was in the vet's holding area
recovering from the shot,

and when we went to get him,
he was gone.

Wait. Gone? How?

No. You've got to find him.

We're searching the neighborhood,

we put up flyers,
and the police are on it.

- The police?
- Don't worry.

- I kept your name out of everything.
- Okay, this isn't about me.

This is about the dog.
That poor little guy.

He's probably scared to death.

Victoria, I'm so sorry.

- Hi, have you seen this dog?
- No! No, I'm sorry, I haven't seen him.

Good luck.

Over here.
Put one up there.

Like this? Good?

- Good. Perfect.
- Hey, hey.

- Have you seen this dog?
- No, I've not seen him. Sorry.

You haven't? Well, give him one.

Can you just... if you find him,
can you call that number?

Yeah, I will.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

All right, let's go.

Now, you know I've always been
a patient neighbor...

Always.

...what with the barking and the cars
parking in front of my house

nearly every other week...

Mrs. Fowler, the cars in
front of your house aren't ours.

They're for Taylor's
Repair Shop next door.

Well, I don't see how the barking
could be coming from there.

And Taylor's Shop is closed for
the entire month of December.

Then I don't know what to tell you.
Excuse me.

- Any luck?
- Not yet.

How's your boss?
She must be going nuts.

She's coping. Thanks.

Why, is that Emily Stanton,
Donna's daughter?

Mrs. Fowler,
how nice to see you.

Well, it's so good to see
you home for Christmas.

I certainly hope you won't be ringing my
bell to sell me any of those darn cookies.

You know, she won the record
for sales in her troop,

and I gained ten pounds on
Coconut Crumbles every spring.

- They were good.
- Oh, they were too good.

But now, Bernard...
Now... now listen,

I understand that this clinic
has a business to run,

but when it becomes an all-night affair,
it's just too much.

I mean, there are some very
clear zoning laws about this.

Wait. What do you mean
by all night?

The other night, you had an employee
going in and out of the building,

and he was making
quite the racket.

Did you see who it was?

Oh, no.
I'm not the nosy neighbor type.

But when I did look,
the person was gone.

- Are you guys open at night?
- No, we don't offer boarding.

And I lock the side door
at night.

Well, not well enough,
apparently.

Well, there's no sign of
tampering with the lock.

You sure you locked it last night?

- Yes. I leave the key in during the day,
and take it when I lock up.

I use the hot dog keychain
so I don't forget.

- I have a dachshund.
- And I'm sure he's adorable.

- She.
- She.

Son, remember what time
you locked up?

- Five-thirty, like always.
- And you didn't come back?

I feel like I'm on
one of these TV cop shows.

- Am I a suspect?
- I'll let you know.

Well, you know what
I'm gonna do?

I'm getting one of those security camera
things in front of my front door,

and so then I can see who comes and
goes around here any time of the day.

And then I'll see who's making the racket
and have a video of them too.

Security camera.
That's a great idea, Mrs. Fowler.

You guys should think
about installing one too.

Maybe we wouldn't all be
standing here right now.

We do have one,

but a French poodle
chewed through the cable.

You might think about repairing that.

I guess I'm done here.

Isn't there something else
that we can do?

Yes. We can eat.

The Plattsburg Diner is
literally right down the street.

But there must be something else.

Look, it's 2 p.m. and
you haven't eaten all day.

That sort of thing kind of
leads to someone... fainting.

If they're so inclined.

Ha-ha, very funny.

So what do you think of that pie?

Oh, wow.
That's even better than I remember it.

When was the last time
that you were here?

What?

A few years.

There's always something
on Victoria's schedule

that comes up and keeps me
from coming home.

The thing that no one gets is,

Victoria actually gave me my life back.

Really? Her?

I was in a really bad place, and...

she saw something in me that no one
else did and she took a chance.

That just sounds like
good business sense.

Well, you've only seen me at my best...

falling down in a faint
and losing my boss's dog.

- What about you?
- No, I've never fallen down in a faint.

I mean, did you always plan
to work with your father?

Sorry. I don't recognize the number.
It could be about Tiny.

- Hello?
- Hello. It's Sandra.

Sandra Reed of Sandra Reed
Domestic Designs.

Yes, I know who you are,
Miss Reed.

Of course you do.
You must be Emily.

This is she.

Good. I was hoping
to speak to your boss, but...

it seems
she's not taking my calls.

Not that I blame her;

she must be extremely embarrassed.

How can I help you, Miss Reed?

You know, I wasn't too amused
by Victoria's little stunt in my studio.

But Victoria and I go way back.

She's like the...
older sister I've never had.

So I'm calling to help.

It seems that
Stacey's Department Store

is looking for a new hostess
for their big holiday shindig.

And they called you?

Who else?

Besides, I was planning
to attend anyway.

So it only makes sense that I be the one
to lend a hand and...

replace Victoria.

You're too generous. Really.

You're funny, Emily.

If you need a job when Frost
goes belly up, you call me.

Thank you so much.
Will there be anything else?

Yes. Please tell Victoria
I hope she's enjoying her new dog.

He's simply adorable.
You take care now.

You okay?

Well, it's a little unnerving
to get a call from Victoria's arch enemy.

I heard about her on the news.

She's the one who's accusing your boss
of stealing her designs.

Right.

But it's the last thing she said...

that she hopes Victoria
is enjoying her new dog.

And that's bad because?

Because of the timing.
I mean, coming from her...

Now she's moving in on Victoria's annual
hosting gig at Stacey's New York, and...

I don't know.
It just seems too convenient.

Do you think she has something
to do with Tiny's dognapping?

I know it sounds crazy,
but I have to tell Victoria anyway.

Can we get these pies to go?

Sure.
And I'll go get a doggie bag.

So bad.

Find anything?

Hard to tell.

It could be clothing fibers or
schnauzer.

Or both. You know how many pets
come in here wearing sweaters?

Especially around Christmas time.

Actually, I do.

- Sorry.
- Yeah.

I mean, I've always loved
working with animals.

I was surrounded by them,
growing up.

My real passion was... art.

I actually worked in an art studio,

graphics mainly,
in the city.

And then,
when my mom got sick...

my dad needed some extra hands
at the clinic,

especially towards the end.

I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

So I moved back home,

started working with my dad all day

and started studying for my
veterinarian's degree all night.

I thought my schedule was busy.

- Emily, hi, honey.
- Hey, Mom.

- And hello, Jonathan.
- Hi, Mrs. Stanton. It's good to see you.

I'll call you
if I hear any news.

Thank you.
And thank you for the pie.

See you tomorrow.

Okay. Bye.

Did you have a nice time?

You know what?

Of course I feel guilty about
Tiny and the dognapping,

but yeah,
I did have a nice time.

Well, maybe something good
will come out of this mess.

What? You think him and...

Never say never.

Coming.

Did he forget something?

Maybe he wants to ask you out.

Mom...

Hello?

Anybody there?

Mom? Can you come here?

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

Oh, what is that?

Don't touch it!

- She's right.
Let me find you a glove.

Really? This is silly.
It's probably just some fan mail.

Oh, it's like that, is it? Fine.

One million dollars or else?

So Emily, why didn't you tell me Tiny was
Miss Frost's dog from the start?

We didn't want
any unnecessary publicity.

And besides, I signed the adoption
papers, so technically, he is my dog.

Emily's right.
But it's not about my privacy anymore.

If we want to save the little guy,
we have to use my celebrity

to get national media
attention to find him.

National media attention?

Of course. I mean, who knows
where they've taken little Tony?

- Tiny.
- Yes, of course. Tiny.

Well, on the bright side,
dog's probably safe.

Whoever took him,
they're after the money

and probably wouldn't want
to risk hurting him.

So, what's our
next move, Sheriff?

Well, wait till the dognapper
makes contact with the details.

And then what?

A million dollars is
a lot to come up with in cash.

It might take a little time.

I can arrange a cash transfer
from your personal account.

No, that's okay.
I'll handle the money myself.

It just might take a little time.

Time?

Maybe that's what Sandra Reed wanted
all along. Maybe she is behind it.

Sandra?
I wouldn't put it past her.

In any case, we'll get the money back

after the dognappers are caught.
Right, Sheriff?

That's the plan, ma'am.

But we need the money soon.

You know what? I'm sorry. Let's just
concentrate on getting Tiny back.

No comment. No comment.

I'm not giving you any comments.

Okay. Buh-bye.

Jonathan,
have you seen this?

It's just beyond.

It's awful.

And kind of exciting.

Exciting?

Yeah, nothing
ever happens around here.

Well, the news of a vet tech
being laid off might be exciting.

Bernard, border collie in back
needs its anal glands expressed.

Now, please.

I don't like the looks of this...

Not with an animal at stake.

I agree.

And all the press about the dog being
taken from our clinic...

Jonathan, do what you can
to find him.

Thank God I'll be retiring soon.

If you're out there listening,

please take good care of little Tiny.

If even one hair on his little head...
Sorry.

If anyone knows anything,
or has seen anything...

please dial the number below.

That's all. Thank you.
And Merry Christmas.

And cut. Got it.

- I'll add some graphics and post it.
- Great. You know, I was thinking.

For the future, it might make sense

to shoot these videos
in front of the Christmas tree.

Although, I was thinking we should
probably swap out these ornaments

with the new Frost ones.

Victoria Frost ornaments
on my family tree?

Oh, don't worry, Donna. You'll
be able to keep them. At wholesale.

Really? Well, maybe I'll enter
this year's decorating contest after all.

Sure. Why not?

And Emily,

I love the new ornaments.
They're gorgeous.

- A little birdie told me you helped.
- Thanks. I hope you don't mind.

I sent some drawings
over to the team.

Of course not.
You know me. "Best idea wins."

That's great, because...

the ideas were actually mine,
and I was thinking...

Don't worry.
I don't think anyone from the team

will accuse you
of stepping on their toes.

I'm glad there was
no pushback from them.

They are a territorial bunch,

artistic egos and all.

Oh, Donna dear, I feel a caffeine
low coming on. Could you?

Of course.
Coming right up.

Just a minute.

Hello, DD.

Victoria, I got your message.
What's up?

Thanks for calling me back.

I have a super big favor to ask.

What's that?

I need a loan. A big one.

A loan?

Yeah. I need a million dollars in cash,

and I need it right away.

A million dollars?
In cash?

Oh, my goodness.

You never stop working, do you?

It's not in my DNA.

Now, I brought you a cocoa.

And I think I finally got
Victoria's coffee order right.

My future as her personal
barista is secured.

Thanks. I know she can be a little...

Honey, Victoria is a lot of things.

"Little" is not one of them.

These are beautiful.

What are they for?

Just some design ideas
I've been working on

based on period wall papers and
engravings from the Gilded Age.

I'm hoping Victoria will use
them in her summer collection.

Oh, she'll want to
use them all right.

The question is whether
she'll take credit for them.

I heard her take credit

for those illustrations
that you did for the ornaments.

Really?

Well, technically, she does own
any work I do for her, so...

Well, technically,
that doesn't make it right.

Good news about Tiny?

No, it's... it's Jonathan.

"Need a dinner break?"

Oh, short and sweet.

Like one of those
match-me.com messages.

Mom, you gotta let that go.

Never say never.

I just keep going over it
and over it in my head.

You know,
I'm just at a loss.

Why would anybody do such a thing?

I mean, who steals a person's
dog at Christmas time?

It's definitely a mystery, but you need to
take some time for yourself right now

to... refuel.

You're right.

I just can't stop thinking about it.

Well, try.

Better?

Better.

I used to love this place
growing up.

Now I feel so spoiled.

Candles, tablecloths, a very nice wine.

Plus, it's the only place in town
that's open past 7 p.m.

Can I ask you a question?

What's this big book that's
always sticking out of your bag?

Just some design ideas
I've been working on.

May I?

Sure.

Great news. Victoria's post about Tiny
already got 200,000 hits.

Now if every person
gives you five dollars,

you'll have the million dollars
you need.

Yeah, like
that's gonna happen.

This is impressive.

Thanks.

So what's your next move?

To get the dog back?

No. For you. As a designer.

I really want to get
my designs out there.

I love designing practical objects
that make people's lives better.

Don't you think being
surrounded by beautiful things

could really change your life?

When you put it like that.

I think that's why people
love Christmas so much.

We get to decorate our lives and make
ordinary things just a bit more special.

You sold me.

So what's stopping you?

Before Victoria, I was all set to go to
graduate school in New York.

But my boyfriend...

the guy who I thought
was my number one...

turns out
I was his number three.

After that, I took the job as
Victoria's personal assistant,

and cut to five years later, here I am.

So you're in the perfect place
to be able to picture ideas, right?

Turns out the job is like a hundred
percent "personal assistant" work.

And she also just
doesn't see me that way.

She's a fool if she doesn't see
that you're a genius.

But maybe now, it's time
to run your designs by her

and maybe take
a more creative role.

Yeah, that's what
my mom thinks too.

Victoria does "borrow"

my designs from time to time.

Borrow?

Yeah. It's frustrating.
It's like she knows.

Every time I try to bring it up, she has
some logistical crisis she needs me for.

I think she does it on purpose.

If I was moved to a design position,
who would fetch her dry cleaning?

Why let her logistics stop you?

You know what?
You're right.

I'm gonna do it.

I'm gonna corner Victoria
and demand a promotion.

If she doesn't take me seriously
as a designer, then I'm moving on.

Okay. Let's toast to that.

Thank you.
For the pep talk.

Look!

Ma'am, excuse me!

Ma'am!

Careful!

- Oh, no.
- Do you recognize them?

No, but I thought
I recognized the dog.

- Did you see the plates?
- Nevada plates. MB something.

Let's call it in to Sheriff Dandry.

Okay.
Thanks, Sheriff.

Okay. Yeah, thanks for
taking my call so late.

Thank you. Bye.

So he's gonna run the plates, but it's
only a partial number, so we'll see.

Don't give up yet.

- I think--
- I just--

- So--
- I wanted--

- What I wanted--
- I think you--

You go.

Just that... it's been nice
getting to know you. Again.

Especially under
these circumstances.

Same.
And thank you for tonight.

You're welcome.

Good night.

Good night.

Who's there?

Mom?

Oh, sorry.

I heard voices and I thought
you might be the dognappers.

And you planned to
umbrella them to death?

It was the only thing handy.

Hello, Jonathan.
I'm sorry to interrupt.

No, no, I was...
I was just leaving.

It was nice to see you,
Mrs. Stanton.

Bye, Emily.

We're here in the charming town
of Plattsburg,

where Victoria Frost
is asking for the public's help

in locating her dognapped
rescue, Tiny.

She should be out
any minute now.

What's going on?

Seems there's a TV press conference
happening right here on our lawn.

Emily, we need to get as many eyeballs
out there looking for Tiny as possible.

And I need you to
steam my silk blouse.

And, Donna dear,
easy on the blush.

Think morning news, not
the Late Late Late Show.

Okay. Thanks, Sheriff.

Emily, I'd like you
to meet Griffen Jones.

He's the head of corporate
security at our LA office.

DD thought he could help us.

Great.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Jones.

- Same here, Emily.
But it's just Griffen.

I called Sheriff Dandry

and he got me up to speed on the car
you spotted last night,

but without
the main plate numbers,

I'm afraid it's difficult
to make a match.

And why the press
conference on our lawn?

Aren't you nervous about revealing
the location of the house?

It's already out there
from the photos online.

What photos?

These were taken the day we arrived.

Who took these?

Well, the websites
aren't going to say anything.

They're not gonna reveal their sources.
But I'm doing some digging.

I have a feeling that
this is all connected.

Thank you all
for coming today.

If anyone has any information
on who could have done this,

please call the police.

If anything bad happens to him...

I'm sorry.

It's just that...

He's been gone
so long and he's so sweet and--

Miss Frost, are you still planning
on hosting Stacey's Winter Gala?

What? Hosting?

I only care about finding my dog.

It won't be Christmas
without him.

- Excuse me, Emily.
- Hey, Griffen.

This is Griffen.
He's Victoria's corporate security chief.

And this is Jonathan.
He's a veterinarian and an old friend.

Emily, I was scrolling
the responses to your post.

Do you know this woman?

Yeah, that's Carrie.
She's Victoria's number one superfan.

Okay. Well, it looks like
this was taken... here.

Today.

What? So she's here?

Stalker fan kidnaps celebrity pet.

Makes sense to me.

So she's probably still here then.

There she is.

Carrie, hi.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry. But I saw Victoria went to
Plattsburg for the holiday.

And then I saw the street sign
said Chestnut Place

in the background of one of
the online news photos.

- Of course.
- Were you at the restaurant last night?

Yeah. I mean, I was just
trying to get dinner.

That restaurant's the only place
open in town past 7 p.m.

That's true.

Carrie...

Do you by chance
have Victoria's dog?

My Tiny?

Your Tiny?

Of course. I mean, I had to name my new
dog Tiny, just like Victoria's.

Where's the dog now, miss?

Right over there.
Hey, baby.

Can we go pet him?

Sure.

Carrie, Victoria might take a couple
questions, if you want to go catch her.

Thanks. I do.

Hey there, little guy.

Is that him?

I'm not sure.

Collar's different.

Otherwise, it's hard to tell.

He doesn't seem to recognize me.

Well, maybe we should take her and the
dog down to the sheriff's station.

Well, you got nothing on her.

Jonathan, if we take him to the clinic,

we can scan his chip and see
if it's a match, right?

That's a great idea. Maybe you can tell
her it's for a free exam or something.

Can you talk her into it?

Yeah. I'll promise a private
meet-and-greet with Victoria.

But I do need to stay here with Victoria.
I can't leave her alone.

I can hang back.
And Bernard can run the scanner.

That sounds good to me.

- Okay, great. Let's do it.
- Great.

Come here. Yeah.

Thank you so much.

It's been overwhelming,
and you've all been so kind.

Emily?

She's with Griffen.

They're at the clinic trying to find out
if your superfan's dog is actually Tiny.

The clinic? I don't understand why she
needed to wander off there too.

I wouldn't exactly
call it wandering off.

She's trying to help you
find your dog.

Really? How many personal assistants
have you had?

Excuse me.

Of course, Mother said I was ridiculous,
camping out for Victoria's book signing.

But I was like,

"You're ridiculous. How else am I
supposed to be the first in line?"

She doesn't get me. Nobody gets me,
except Victoria. And like honestly--

Ladies...
this dog is fit as a fiddle.

- Traced the ID chip.
- Are you sure?

- I checked it myself.
- I told you so.

We told them, didn't we?

Thanks for coming on such short notice.
I appreciate it.

Of course.
I was in the area anyway.

Well, back to square one.

DD, stop calling me about
the summer collection.

You do understand that I am involved
in a police case, right?

I am being extorted for a million dollars.

Speaking of which, thank you for sending
Griffen over with the money.

You're welcome. But I need you
to listen to me. Please be very careful.

This is my own personal money
and I can't afford to lose it.

Okay, on the brighter side,

sales are really starting to pick up.

People are totally relating to you
in this dognapping thing.

It's become more important than
Sandra Reed and forks and knives.

Well, I'm glad there's
at least some silver lining.

Silver? Honey, it's pure gold.

That is great news, DD.

It is, Victoria. And I need you to be
right about getting my money back.

I'm putting all my faith in you right now.

Of course, DD.

I gotta go. I think Emily
has some news for me.

Victoria,
I want you to meet Carrie.

She's your number one fan.

Victoria knows who I am.
Bring it in, girlfriend.

You smell good.
Here, let's take a selfie.

Oh my gosh, so fun.

So fun.

One, two, three, cheese.

Oh my gosh.

I am sorry to interrupt.

But I just found this envelope

behind a flowerpot on the front step.

Oh my! Not again.

"One million cash 10 a.m. tomorrow

"trash can on Silmar and Friar.

"No cops."

This is crazy.
I mean, it's a million dollars.

I don't care. Right now,
it is all about saving little Tony.

- Tiny.
- That's what I said.

Victoria, this is too dangerous.

I should be the one that does the drop.

I mean, what if this person has
after more than just the money?

She's just gonna drop the bag.

Besides, if anyone else does it,

it might scare them off.

Don't worry.
I'll be close by.

Are you sure
you want to do this by yourself?

I appreciate your concern,
but I'll take the risk.

My fans expect it.

Okay then. Drop happens
tomorrow morning, 10 a.m.

Horrible.

Horrible.

I need some good ideas.

It's terrible what's happened
to Victoria Frost.

But Stacey's Department Store must
have a hostess for their Winter Gala.

So I've decided
to step in and help.

It's Christmas, and it's
the charitable thing to do.

So this year, I will be hosting
Stacey's Night

You gotta admire her moxie.

That's one word for it.

She's taking advantage
of this horrible situation

and stealing Victoria's
biggest event of the year.

So maybe just find another event.

Like that's so easy.

Not every Christmas celebration needs
to come out of some big city, Emily.

You know what?

I think you're onto something.

- I am?
- Yeah.

Certainly there must be
some local holiday

ceremony or dedication
that Victoria can be a part of.

Well, we do have the annual
Christmas tree decorating contest

that happens
at the community center.

Maybe I can call
the Chamber of Commerce

and see if they'll take Victoria
on as one of the judges.

It's all for charity.

Could be good publicity
for everyone.

The Christmas tree decorating contest.
I completely forgot. You're a genius!

Hi. Hi, hi.

Hi.

Sorry.

Oh, boy, I better go.
It's... 9:15.

Hopefully, this money drop works
and we can save Tiny.

It'll all be fine.

You go.

I will work on my connection
with the Chamber of Commerce.

Great.
Let's meet up later?

Good luck on the drop.

Thanks.

Sorry.

- Bye.
- Bye.

I just wish it weren't Victoria
doing this. It's way too dangerous.

Honey, you know
how she loves the spotlight.

Victoria, can you hear me okay?

I hear you just fine.

Good. Go ahead
and make the drop now.

All done. I'm on my way home.

Good.

Come to Papa.

Oh, no.

Nobody move.
I'm gonna go check this out.

Hey, hey, hey! Kid, stop!

- Stay here.
- Emily!

Hold it right there.

What is it, lady?

- Give me that bag.
- Hey, give it back.

Bagels?

Yeah, bagels.
What do you think it was?

A million bucks,
that's what.

A million bucks? I wish.
Can I go now? My mom's waiting.

Yeah, you can go, kid.
Merry Christmas.

Says you.

We blew it.

You blew it.

Frosties,
I have some bad news.

The dognappers still have Tiny
even though I paid the ransom.

I'm just...

I'm not giving up hope.
And you shouldn't either.

We have to stay strong.

Bernard?

Did you hear?
They took the money. No Tiny.

Yeah.

I gotta tell you something,
and you're gonna be mad.

But I'm the one who's been taking photos
of Victoria and selling them to the press.

What? You?

I got a lot of bills at Christmas time,
and I didn't think it would hurt anyone.

People sell photos of Victoria
all the time.

It's a legit business. And look,
you've been around her.

She soaks up the attention.
She loves it.

You're unbelievable.

How am I ever gonna
explain this to them? To Emily?

Stop being so dramatic.

There's a good reason
I'm telling you this.

Oh, really?

Oh, really.

I was taking some shots from the parking
garage during the money drop,

and I think I got a shot
of the dognapper's car.

Here.

This might
just save your job.

Well, what are you doing
talking to me? Go.

I'll deal with you later.

Jonathan just texted me.

He has a photo
he wants me to see.

Okay, thanks, Griffen.
Did you say photo?

That's funny. You know those photos that
were taken of me outside the house?

The ones in the tabloids?

Griffen's source
finally got back to them.

It turns out they were
from eNews in Seattle,

and the photographer's a local.

Local?

Do you know anyone,
since we've got here, with a camera?

Oh, no.

Oh no, what?

- Jonathan?
- Hey.

- What are you doing here?
- There's something I need to show you.

I see you brought your camera.

Yeah. We keep it at the office.

Really?

Yep.

Take a look.

- No--
- It was you.

No. No, no, no. It was not me.

This camera was in your car when you
drove me to the sheriff's office.

I remember it.

What are you, some kind of
amateur paparazzi or something?

No, of course not.
Just... just let me explain.

You used me to
get access to Victoria.

You sold us out!
How could you?

That's not true! Bernard took
those photos. I just found out.

Oh, please.
That's pathetic. Bernard?

Why should I believe you?
You're just another liar.

For all I know, you stole Tiny!

How could you even think that?

It happened at your clinic.
Nobody had better access than you.

Did you stage that too?

Come on.
You know me better than that.

I don't know you at all.

I'm sorry this happened.

But it wasn't me.

Yeah, I'm sorry too.

Sorry I ever let myself
trust someone again.

Just... stay away from me and Victoria,
or I'll call the cops.

Maybe I'll just
call them anyway!

It's not like me to complain.

But this is the second time
in a week for these noises.

Yes, I understand. I hear you,
but I can't really do any--

Oh, hey, Jonathan.
I... I gotta run.

They need me at the community
center for tonight's event.

You?

Yeah. They said I could meet
Victoria if I help out.

- Okay.
- Yes!

No cameras.

Okay.

Hi, Miss Fowler.

Hello.
As I was saying,

this is the second time in a week
that there have been noises

coming from this clinic
at night.

I was wondering if
you had a change of policy.

What kind of noises?

Barking. Definitely barking.

Barking?

When?

Well, on and off during the night,
starting at around 11:00.

Bernard. Did we have any dogs
stay overnight last night?

No, that's
for emergencies only.

It must be coming from a neighbor.
It's not coming from us.

Well, I'm gonna find out.

How's that, Miss Fowler?

This morning, I had my grandson
install me a video security camera,

and it's pointed
right at this building.

Anything moves,
and I'm gonna know about it.

Then we'll see who's up to what.

Well, if it's not
coming from us,

maybe it's coming
from somewhere nearby.

It couldn't be the repair shop.
They're out of town.

Either way, I'm gonna get
to the bottom of this.

I think you're onto
something, Mrs. Fowler.

Let me see if I can find out
where the barking's coming from.

Looks like I've covered
pretty much everything.

Should be easy.

All you have to do is shake some hands,
pose for some photos,

and pick the prettiest Christmas
tree from the finalists.

Is that all?

Well, I was thinking we could give out
a few Frost products as prizes.

We have a couple sample boxes
of the new ornaments and tableware

that DD sent over.

That's right. I have some that I never
opened. They're in my room.

Great. I'll grab 'em.

What?

These look like my designs.

I...

I found the box.

I'd be surprised
if you didn't.

And these?

These look like designs
that I've been working on.

Well, great minds think alike.

Yeah.

I'm afraid sometimes they do.

No, thank you.

Who was that?

- You-know-who.

Well, at least he's persistent.

"Taylor's Repair Shop. Hurry."

Taylor's? Why?
They're closed for the month.

I don't know.
But I'm gonna find out.

Donna!

Would you mind
zipping me up?

You're welcome.

Tiny?

Tiny?

Where are you?

Looking for something?

What have you done
with the dog?

Me?

You're barking up the wrong tree.

I was just headed over to your place.

I thought I heard barking coming
from inside the building.

Nice try.
I'm not buying it.

It's over for you, Griffen.

Or whatever your name is.

Now, where's Tiny?

All right. You win.

I'll show you.

Jonathan!

Stand down, mister.

Or somebody is gonna get hurt.

Oh, God.

- Jonathan, are you okay?
- I'm fine.

That was fantastic.

Never underestimate
a woman in heels.

- Tiny!
- Tiny!

Tiny, are you here?

Here, boy!

Tiny! Hi, buddy.

Get the door.

- Hey, it's okay.
- Come here.

- There you go.
- It's okay.

- Okay.
- Come on, little guy.

Let's get you home.

The dog stays where it is.

Nobody's going anywhere.

Victoria?
What are you doing?

Oh, please.

Don't play coy with me, Emily.

- Look who's back. Are you all right?
- Getting there.

I should have known it was you.

Oh, please.

If getting caught stealing Sandra Reed's
designs taught me anything,

it was how to cover my tracks.

You certainly fooled me.

How could you?

How could I?

How could you?

- Me?
- Yes, you. Both of you.

Working in cahoots.

The disgruntled employee--

"Boo-hoo, Victoria's
stealing my designs,"

who brought me to her hometown
to seek revenge.

And then, the childhood sweetheart

who conveniently runs the clinic
where my dog was stolen.

You're the one who's ingenious.

You won't get away with it.

Get away with what?

The dog's fine,
and my business is booming.

It's what they call
a "victimless crime".

And who's gonna press charges?

Not me.

What about the ransom money?

Well, it's just the price
of doing business.

I'm sure DD can write it off
on her taxes.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

in 20 minutes,
I have to get on stage

and announce that we have
found the little mutt.

I'll cry a little,
the crowd will eat it up,

Frost Home Furnishing stock
will go through the roof,

and I'm a million dollars richer.

What makes you think I'm going
to keep quiet about all of this?

You'll keep quiet
because I'm going to make you

the new head
of the designs department.

It's all you've ever wanted,
and now it's yours.

All you have to do
is play along.

And if you don't, well,
you'll end up behind bars.

You have this
all figured out, don't you?

I think I do.

And Emily, I'm so glad we had the
chance to discuss your career.

It comes with a big raise

and a signing bonus,
if you get my drift.

Griffen, get the door.

Sorry to run,
but I've got a contest to judge.

I suggest you two stay away.

The place will be crawling with cops
in case you two get any ideas.

Better take their car keys.
Just in case.

Oh, and Emily!

Thanks for the summer
collection designs.

I've always hated stealing your work,

but your designs are just
so much better than mine.

And if I was to kidnap my own dog
and make off with a million dollars,

I couldn't blame the crime
on a nicer girl.

So, be smart, keep away,

and I won't have to blame you
for the dognapping.

It's okay, Emily.
They won't get away with this.

No, they won't.

Jonathan, I need you
to do something for me.

Have you seen Miss Frost?
She hasn't arrived yet.

Don't worry, Mayor Brown. If she's
not here yet, she'll be here soon.

Hello, Mayor Brown.
I am so sorry for the holdup.

No problem.
I'm just glad you're here.

Hey.

DD, I am so glad
you decided to come.

I wouldn't miss it.
Everything looks terrific.

But I am concerned
about my money.

Don't be.

I have a big surprise announcement
planned for tonight.

- You found the dog,
and my money?

You'll see. But don't be surprised

if we have a new head of designs
department starting the new year.

Seriously? Emily?

Like I said, you'll see.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Excuse me.

Good evening, everyone.

Welcome to Plattsburg's annual
Christmas tree decorating contest.

Now, it's my pleasure to introduce
our very special guest judge

for this year's competition:

the founder of Frost Home Furnishings,

Miss Victoria Frost!

Hi there. Merry Christmas, everyone.

Merry Christmas!

We love you, Victoria!

I love you too.

But before we get started
judging these beautiful trees,

I have a little
announcement to make.

With the help of our wonderful
Plattsburg police department

and Sheriff Dandry,

my puppy Tiny
has been returned to me.

Please bring him out now.

I'm just so happy to have him
back with me again.

Thank you.

And thank you all for your support.

Now, please enjoy the party

while I confer with Mayor Brown
about these wonderful trees.

What did I tell you?

It's fantastic.
And you got my money back?

Not yet, but I'm sure the sheriff
will keep working on that.

Please do.

Hi, honey.

Mom, not now.

Excuse me.

You have some nerve
showing up here.

No one has more nerve
than you do, Victoria.

You took a good deed and made
something criminal out of it.

Twisting everyone around
your little finger,

all while stealing a million dollars
from your own friend.

You should be ashamed
of yourself.

It's your word against mine,
and my word is better than yours.

Well, you asked for it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I didn't want to embarrass anyone
during tonight's festivities.

I was hoping to confer with the sheriff
after as to spare someone close to me.

But here's the woman
who dognapped my puppy Tiny.

Emily Stanton and
her accomplice Jonathan Hicks

conspired to extort me
for a million dollars.

And my friends,

they almost got away with it.

Sheriff, I insist you do
your duty and arrest her.

Please. Listen to me.

This is all a lie.

How can you believe
something like this?

Look at me.

I'm Emily Stanton.

I grew up here.

You've known me
since I was a little girl.

I... I waited your tables
at the diner.

I sold you cookies
every Christmas.

Excuse me.

- You're like family to me.
- Excuse me.

Are you just going to stand there
and listen to this pack of lies?

And if that's not enough, roll 'em.

Thanks for the summer
collection designs.

I've always hated
stealing your work,

but your designs are just
so much better than mine.

So, be smart, stay away,

and I won't have to blame you
for the dognapping.

Jonathan,
I'm gonna need that as evidence.

I'll take that.

All right. Everybody!

Put your hands up.

Nice work.

You too, Victoria. Get over
there with the rest of them.

Oh, what?
You're double crossing me?

I'm sorry, but you're too recognizable
to be tagging along.

I can't believe you're doing this.

Believe it. Move.

All right.

I'm leaving.

You're not.

And don't even think about
trying to stop me

if you really care about
what happens to this dog.

The dog bit me!

He didn't bite you. He's just playful.

All right, that's it. Come on.

Let's go.

Here.

Victoria, it's over for you.
You're done.

Get real, DD.

I am not going anywhere.
This is my company.

Was your company, before it went public.
Sheriff?

Sorry, Miss Frost, but you have the right
to remain silent.

Wait, you can't do this. I barely know
the man. He made me do it.

Yeah, yeah.
Tell it to the judge.

Well, that was close.

Mrs. Fowler had a little bit of
trouble with the thumb drive.

She was all thumbs.

Emily...

I've always known
that your sketches

were the driving force
behind the product line.

How would you like to be the new face
of the brand, going forward?

Me? The face of the brand?

That's right.
Your designs, your way.

What can I say?

Yes.

I'm in.

Great.

Your first official duty is to get on
that stage and pick a winner.

That I can do.

And now, the new head of
Frost Home Furnishings,

our very own hometown girl,
Miss Emily Stanton!

- Can you believe it?
- Of course.

Thank you, everyone.

It's been a crazy week
and an even crazier night.

And under these unusual
circumstances,

I'd like to think that we all
came up winners this Christmas.

So...

everybody wins!

Looks like you have
a new job and a new dog.

I guess I owe you a reward
for helping me find him.

Seventy-five dollars
and a Christmas wish, I believe.

And like you said,

never underestimate...

...the value of a Christmas wish.

Trust me, I'm counting on it.

Well, sir, let me help
you make that wish come true.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

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