All language subtitles for Dognapped Hound For The Holidays

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?

- I am not?

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. Hehe.

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.