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- Stay in the car.

Look, I know you may not want to be here,

but if you want to be royalty, you have to act the part.

- Edmond?

- Look at you, little sister, every inch,

a handsome princess.

- Well, someone in this family has to act the part.

Look at this tan.

Let me guess, Allie's chalet in Cortina.

- Javier's penthouse in Dubai,

with a short layover in Soho.

You know, holiday shopping.

- Wise to come bearing gifts.

How many Christmases have you missed now?

- Who's counting?

Of course, my ma.

Well, why isn't she here to greet me?

- She's ready for the luncheon, as should you be,

and I wrote this little yuletide address

in case she calls you up.

- I don't need a speech writer.

- The queen would argue otherwise.

You know how she feels about surprises.

- I also know how she feels about gifts.

She likes them.

- Edmond, no!

She has two already.

Is he even trained?

- No, which is why we hired that new corgi wrangler, right?

- We hired Carrington two years ago.

- Good. He'll know what to do then.

- You are incorrigible.

Why even come?

- Because Mum called,

talking about how the future king should something or other,

and I needed to get off the phone, so I said yes.

- Glad to know you want to be here.

- I want to be

at an Appalachian ski hill in Davos right now,

but here is where I am, so don't be so judgemental.

- Welcome back to the "Gwen's Greatest Gifts" episode.

I'm here with show-favorite Cecily Bowman,

known for her amazing YouTube series all about dog training,

and her new book,

and her ability to work Christmas miracles,

because, just before the break,

she taught my dog Milo how to fetch.

Milo, Milo, hey!

Good boy. Good boy.

- I know all my Gwen heads out there are asking,

"Where is Churro?"

Milo needs a play date.

I'm sorry. Is Churro no longer with us?

- Oh, no, no, he is.

He's just not with me anymore.

- Okay, okay, you know, let's shift gears, vroom.

So, I hear that you're using the proceeds from the book

to start a charity.

- Yeah.

- Yeah? - Yeah, I am.

So the charity is called Rover Rehab.

- Okay, well, back up just a second.

I'm picturing a halfway house for dogs.

- Okay, you're actually not that far off.

So the charity will help dogs with behavioral issues

get used to walking freely with other dogs,

relieve food aggression,

and be kind to all the visitors that are popping in.

- Even the mailman?

- Well, I'm trying to get dogs adopted, Gwen.

I'm not trying to change the world here. Come on.

- Up next, we have

the perfect Christmas gift for your in-laws,

a candle that filters out telemarketers' calls,

which is absolutely something I could use.

How was I?

- You were great, yeah.

- Cec, you were amazing.

You should have seen the look on Gwen's face.

She loved when you mentioned Rover Rehab.

- Okay, then why do you think she didn't agree

to be on the board of directors,

or, I don't know, at least make a donation?

- Her people said it would be a conflict of interest

with her other philanthropic endeavors.

- Gosh, I just really thought this was my chance, you know?

- Yeah, so we'll find the money someplace else.

I mean, there are other multi-hyphenate-billionaire moguls.

- Okay, well, what are the chances

I'm gonna meet anyone like that again?

- Unlikely, but not zero.

Now come on. I think someone could use a latte.

- Yeah.

- I'll get you one too.

- Okay.

- You must be Carrington.

- It's an honor to have you in my kennel, Your Highness.

- Please, call me Edmond, and there's no need for all that.

- And who is this adorable creature?

- Mistletoe.

I thought Mother could use some new blood around here.

- Is he

a rescue, sir?

- Well, I saved him

from being a prize in a card game, so kind of.

Also, he has a terrible poker face.

I thought he could meet his new friends.

Where are Juniper and Holly?

- At the groomers, I'm afraid.

- Great, so you can can get started now.

- Started, sir?

- Yes, with the training.

Clean him up and discourage the leash biting.

Make him presentable

to present to the queen at the banquet.

- You want me to train him, sir?

- You're a corgi trainer. He's a corgi.

- I'm a royal corgi handler, sir,

corgis with bloodlines dating back as far as your own.

There's a whole binder on lineage if you'd like to see.

- Am I to understand

you won't train him because he's not a royal?

- There's also his age, sir.

At a year old, a dog is untrainable,

at least to royal standards.

- Edmond, there you are!

Seriously? You're not even dressed!

We're late.

- Then I shan't keep you.

Is there anything else you need on your visit, sir?

- Don't be so sure it's a visit.

Come on, Mistletoe.

- Last year, the Christmas Ball

raised more money than any year previous.

I want to thank you

and drive excitement for this year's ball

by awarding our top donors the St. Nicholas Medal.

On behalf of the Kingdom of Comfrey,

thank you for your service.

- Edmond never showed the slightest interest in being king.

Do you think Mother finally got to him?

- Could be.

I doubt he got sick of traipsing all over the world,

juggling women like swords.

- Those women are more dangerous than swords.

They're just after his money and title.

- Oh, don't feel sorry for him, Vic.

You should be annoyed.

You've been carrying his water for years.

- I rather like it.

Charitable events and speeches,

refining the royal protocol binders.

- Your blinders are magnificent.

- You said that on our first date.

- You said that your family shouldn't find out about us.

- It's just protocol, Alec.

You know the queen is a stickler for rules.

- I do,

and, as always, I defer to you, my lady.

- Oh, lovely to see you.

Oh, thank you so much.

You are most welcome.

Oh, hello.

- How does she do it?

Remembering names, enduring day-long ceremonies,

staying after the press.

- You don't have to do it, you know, Edmond.

You saw the corgi binder I sent up to your room?

- I scanned it. It's very well typed.

- You scanned it?

- Oh, do help yourself to some refreshments.

Yes, we have some delicious mince pies

and turkey and what not.

Please, help yourself.

- Excuse me. I beg your pardon.

Excuse me. Sorry.

- Why do I even try?

- I beg your pardon. Excuse me.

- Is everything all right?

- Oh, Mistletoe, just, just, just stay.

- This isn't one of mine. Can somebody collect him?

- Will you just...

Just, Mistletoe, just...

Oh, no.

- Whose dog is this?

- Yours. Mine.

Ours.

Merry Christmas.

- A royal corgi drawing a buffet?

- The royal family of Comfrey.

The crown prince got the queen this corgi,

and, well, the media has been wondering

if this playboy prince is fit to rule for ages.

Now it's official. He isn't.

- Okay, how do you know all this stuff?

- Royal watching.

It's an all-encompassing hobby,

but full of teachable moments

that show us we're all the same.

- Okay, well, if we're all the same,

then where is my tiara?

- Who needs a tiara when you've got royal drama?

Take Queen Portia,

one of the biggest philanthropists in Europe

and a media darling.

She just got humiliated

by a Christmas gift that she can't give back.

Wait, no, she can't.

Okay, that corgi is gonna need a trainer.

Jacob, this could be it.

- What do you mean by it?

- This could be the thing

that gets Rover Rehab off the ground.

- I'll make a few calls.

- Okay.

- How many views are we up to now?

- Over five million, ma'am.

They're calling it Puppygate.

- Mother, words can not express how-

- No, they can't, Edmond.

Tell me, what would you do if you spent the last 30 years

working to make Comfrey a premier Christmas destination,

only to have your son dismantle it in 30 seconds?

- Mum, I'm sorry.

- Sorry won't fix this, Edmond.

Who was planning to announce your ascension?

- Mum, I didn't know.

I mean, it's one puppy video. That's all.

- Yes, Edmond, that is all.

Aside from all your tabloid exploits,

those are the only things your subjects know you for.

You need to take this seriously.

When I invited you home for Christmas, I-

- I think invited is generous.

You literally sent the royal guard.

- Somewhere in there, you have all the qualities of a king,

kindness, passion, and diligence,

but I can not step down until I see you use them.

- She's right, you know.

My subjects hardly know me,

and now they must think I'm a fool.

- In all fairness, sir,

your mother is surprised you still care.

- Of course I care.

I mean, Mum cares,

and if it's important to her, then it's important to me.

- Agreed, sir.

- Wait, her speech at the Christmas Ball with the corgis,

it's always televised.

What if I got Mistletoe up to snuff by then?

- If I may, sir, that feels like a fool's errand.

It may behoove you to use this Christmas

to get to know us again.

Your subjects, your country, your family.

- That's a big ask if I'm already training Mistletoe.

- Are you really using your time wisely, sir?

- You're right. I should hire a private trainer.

Good thinking, Hobbs.

- No, that's not what I mean. My Lord!

It may prove difficult

to find a trainer at such short notice over Christmas,

with a high likelihood of public failure.

- Who would want to do that?

- Well, I don't want to encourage your expectations,

but apparently someone named Cecily Bowman wants to.

- Huh, great.

See, Hobbs? Nothing to worry about.

- Thank you.

- You packed heels, right?

- Wedges.

- Riding boots?

- Doc Martens.

- Ball gown?

- A ball gown? Okay, Jacob, I'm going there to train a dog.

I don't think I need to get all "Downton Abbey."

- Cec, if you want royal backing for Rover Rehab,

you're gonna have to blend in and become part of the family.

If they trim the tree, you whip out the tinsel.

If they're pouring cocoa-

- I will get the marshmallows.

Come on, Jacob.

I did grow up in a family, so I do know how to Christmas.

- Not like this, you don't, but never fear.

I took a deep dive into the Isle of Comfrey

and put this together.

Christmas customs, history, corgi lineage,

and intel on the Royals.

The best section is all about

Comfrey's infamous playboy prince,

who he dated, how much he's worth,

what he likes, and his hobbies.

- Okay, Jacob, just going there to train a dog.

- But you will need to be seen as

more than just a dog trainer.

Also an entrepreneur, an entrepreneur they should invest in.

- Okay, when did you even have time to, you know what?

I don't need to know, and, actually, my car is here.

- I'm so jealous. Sorry.

Go. Just go, go, go.

- I'll call you tomorrow, Jacob.

Thank you.

- Ms. Bowman, welcome to Christmas Castle.

I'm Mr. Hobbs, the royal press secretary.

- Hi. I thought it was Comfrey Castle.

- Well, shortly after it was built,

a festive group of pilgrims were stranded one December

en route to the Holy Land.

The royal family took them in,

and the merry-making that Christmas

gave the castle its nickname.

- Oh.

- I think I hear your client.

Ahem, Your Highness?

- Just a moment.

13-year unbeaten streak still intact.

- Your Highness, allow me to introduce

Ms. Cecily Bowman.

Ms. Bowman, Prince Edmond of Comfrey.

- Cecily, Your Highness.

- Please, call me Edmond.

I'm glad you saw me win.

- So am I.

Hi. You must be Mistletoe, huh?

- Will he ever stop barking?

- Oh, he's concerned.

He just saw you in a sword fight. Come here.

Where is his crate at?

- Crate? That's a bit barbaric, isn't it?

- Fairly common these days, sir.

- All right, so no crate, I take it.

Okay, what about his bed?

- What's wrong with the carpet?

- Well, see, dogs need an enclosed space

with walls surrounding it to feel safe,

yo know, like a crate or a large bed,

to keep them safe from predators.

- Predators? What kind of castle does she think this is?

- I don't think she's being literal, sir.

- Great, well, now that you two have met,

thoughts, comments, concerns?

Smashing.

The Christmas Ball is in two weeks,

so let's check in, say, midweek.

I'll leave you to it then.

- No, sorry, there's actually no leaving me to it.

It's your dog, so you kind of have to be involved.

Did he read the contract?

- He's more of a scanner.

- Of course he is.

- I trust the accommodations are acceptable.

- I mean, I was a little nervous after that dungeon tour,

but, yeah, this'll do.

- If there's anything else, do let us know.

- Oh, hi, Mistletoe.

Oh.

Is he staying with me?

- We thought it might help you bond.

Also, he's "canis non grata" in the kennel.

The corgi wrangler says he's a bit of a bad apple.

- Hm.

Okay, well, that wrangler sounds like a bit of a bad apple.

Hello, buddy.

- I'm here to help if you need a break,

but please do keep an eye on him.

He has a bit of a sweet tooth for regency furniture,

and he often confuses renaissance rugs for fire hydrants.

- Okay.

- Where do you think you're going?

Okay. Okay, Mistletoe.

Hey, come here!

Come here! Come here!

Come here. Come here.

Mistletoe, come. Okay.

No.

No, that pile of quilts over over there, that is your bed.

No. Go lay down.

Go lay down.

Hey, for the record, I don't think you're such a bad apple.

Hi.

Hi. You must be the corgi wrangler.

The corgis kinda gave it away.

- And you are?

- Oh, sorry. I'm Cecily Bowman.

I'm actually the-

- Ah, the YouTube dog trainer.

Alec Carrington.

- Super nice to meet you.

You know, while I have you here,

I was thinking maybe we could arrange a little play date

for Mistletoe and Jupiter and Holly.

- Uh-huh, Juniper and Holly,

and thank you for not touching the royal corgis.

- So I heard that you're not the biggest fan of Mistletoe,

but I'm just curious.

Why exactly won't you train him?

- The official reason, advanced age and lack of pedigree.

- Okay, and the unofficial reason?

- Dogs need a consistent presence.

You'll find the prince,

while many wonderful things, is not that.

- Someone's used to being the only trainer in the castle.

- Seriously.

Sorry. I'm Cecily Bowman.

Your Majesty.

- Highness, but Victoria works.

- I've never met a princess before.

- I've never met a celebrity dog trainer,

so I guess we're even.

You can stop bowing.

- Okay. Are you the one that arranged all of that?

'Cause it's really, really lovely.

- Thank you for noticing. Perhaps others will too.

Mother, this is Cecily.

She's the dog trainer that Edmond hired.

- Your Majesty.

- What is she doing?

- I believe that's a curtsy. She's trying.

- Oh, no need for that, dear.

We're all just glad you could attend.

- Victoria, do you know why I can't-

- Oh!

- Oh, Ms. Bowman, I didn't know you were coming.

- Yeah, Hobbs took Mistletoe and said that

I should get a taste of a real Comfrey Christmas.

- What are your thoughts so far?

- Well, judging from today,

I'd say I'm in for a very special holiday.

- Absolutely.

There is nothing quite like a Christmas in Comfrey.

That's a thing people say. I haven't been back for years.

You know, Mistletoe really does need a lot of attention.

You may want to get some rest.

- Oh, with him as a roommate,

I don't think that's gonna happen.

- Oh, Edmond, you didn't.

- Oh, no, no, it's fine.

It's okay. I like him.

Actually, I already taught him to heel,

so I'm hoping that, maybe by tomorrow,

we can work on sit and possibly roll over.

- No stay?

- You know, surprisingly,

stay is the hardest thing to teach someone.

- Well, I do hope you enjoy your stay with us.

- You seriously taught Mistletoe how to heel?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm excited to teach you.

- That's okay. I won't be needing to learn that.

- Your Highness, I don't train dogs.

I train people to train their dogs.

- Oh, I didn't agree to be trained.

- Yes, you did.

I'm gonna need you to re-read that contract,

'cause I base my success on my client's success,

which is both dogs and, well, humans.

- Your point, Ms. Bowman?

- Well, either you agree to go to all the sessions

or I'm on the next flight home.

- You said sessions, as in plural?

- Yep, because you are required to be at all of them.

Well, per your suggestion, I think I'm gonna get some rest.

We have a very early start tomorrow, so.

Oh.

Yeah, I'm just not gonna do that anymore. Okay.

Well, someone put Edmond in his place.

- So, where do we begin?

- From the very beginning.

So we're gonna start with owner focus.

What you're gonna do when you enter a space is

you're gonna block his view with your body, lock eyes,

and get a hundred percent of his attention.

Good boy. Good boy.

- Why would I do that?

- So that he knows that you are his person.

- Well, can't I just give him a treat or something?

- I mean, yeah, you could, but then you'd be the prince

that walks around with a bunch of dog treats all the time.

- Sorry, what were you on about?

- Dog training, because, clearly, you need to learn how to.

So, shall we continue?

Go ahead.

Your turn. Give it a try.

Get him.

- Mistletoe?

- All right, so I presume you know how to fetch.

- No, but I know how to throw.

Isn't fetch his job?

Mistletoe, get the Frisbee.

Okay, Mistletoe, come back.

Mistletoe, come back.

Mistletoe!

Mistletoe!

Where's the Frisbee?

- Well, first, you told him to go get it,

and then you told him to come back.

So, technically, that's two commands.

- Well, he forgot one.

- Okay, so focus on the one that he didn't.

- You know, I need a trained corgi by the Christmas Ball.

- You can't think of it like that.

No, you gotta think of it like

you are bonding with a creature that thinks

that you are the most important person in the world.

- Okay, well, I could see why he would think that.

- And he will too once you start addressing his basic needs.

Oh, hey, it looks like

you have the chance to address one right now.

- You're enjoying this, aren't you?

- No.

No, uh-uh. I'm just gonna go get some water.

- What?

- Come.

Come.

Stand.

Stay.

- Why didn't you respond to the tree trimming emoji I sent?

- Because I'm not going.

- Why not?

It's a Christmas gathering. We should be together.

- Showing up together would be

a distinct statement we are a couple.

- Are we not?

Oh, Alec, you're not still afraid Mother won't approve?

- Not afraid,

though she did think Lord Dalrimple

was too low-born for you.

- Darling, Lord Dalrimple was 11.

- He was rude.

I do want to be with you,

just without all the whingeing.

What if your brother-

- He's never had an opinion on anyone I've dated before.

- He's never been around long enough to form an opinion,

and if he becomes king-

- He only came home because Mother guilted him.

- But if he becomes king, the power changes everything.

There's only one ruler who would approve of us,

and I'm looking right at her.

Juniper and Holly rest soundly, my queen.

Shall there be anything else?

- No, thank you, Carrington. That'll be all.

- Did I ever tell you about my 24th birthday in Crete?

- No. Was it wild?

- Dunno, I don't remember.

- Mistletoe, come on.

- Edmond!

- Oh, and he's brought the dog.

- Glad to see you're taking

this dog training thing seriously, brother.

Cecily, I'm so glad you could come.

- Well, thank you for having us.

- Come now. We have plenty of ornaments to hang on the tree.

- Why is Father's favorite heirloom here?

- Oh, that shouldn't be here.

Oh, that's a carving of St. Nicholas in the 16th century.

- AKA Santa.

- Let me see it.

Okay, he is so skinny. Come on.

- It's like Edmond

when he was in his school play of "The Billy Goats Gruff."

- I was nine. Can we not?

- I didn't know that you were an actor.

I am very impressed right now.

- Oh, okay. Enough about me.

We all know why I'm here. I'm a prince.

Yeah, let's talk about you.

Tell us, why are you here?

- Okay, well, I walked dogs to pay for college,

and then I used what I learn in psych class on the dogs,

and then, after I graduated,

I started making videos while I was working at a shelter,

and they took off, and now I'm here.

- Must be nice choosing your own path like that.

- As opposed to having it laid out for you like us?

- I didn't say that, but I suppose it was implied.

- It wouldn't be Christmas without these two.

Oh, Hobbes. What a pleasant surprise.

- Forgive me for interrupting, ma'am,

but I have a bit of a fire to put out.

Euro TV want to broadcast

your Christmas address at the ball.

- How lovely. Think of all the tourism it'll bring in.

- And how nice it will be

to show your elegance to the continent.

Unfortunately, Euro TV have seen the Mistletoe video

and they wish to have Mistletoe in attendance.

- Well, Edmond will just have to have him trained by then.

- I will make it so, Your Majesty.

- What would I do without you, Hobbs?

- Is there anything else, ma'am?

- No.

No, I don't think so.

- Oh, okay. Just act normal.

Otherwise, he's gonna think that

we're playing a game right now.

- Mistletoe, this is unacceptable!

- No, Mistletoe. Mistletoe.

Drop it.

- Oh!

- Your Majesty, I am so, so sorry.

Did you have to go after the 16th century heirloom?

We really blew it, huh?

Come in.

- Ah.

This just arrived.

Edmond ordered it for Mistletoe,

so I thought I'd drop it off.

- Not exactly sure that Mistletoe deserves a gift right now.

- Oh, sure he does.

It is the season of giving, after all.

- Hey, Hobbs.

I've just been wondering, the other corgis,

who do they belong to?

- They're family dogs. No one royal claims to be the master.

- Well, I mean, I'm sure that that's the official policy,

but, come on, we both know that

dogs have their person, right?

- Well, I like to think Juniper's fond of me,

but then I'm the fun one in the castle.

Victoria feeds the fish, so I suppose they favor her,

but Holly is the queen's,

the last gift the king ever gave her.

- Oh.

I guess now I understand why Edmond thought that

Mistletoe would be the perfect gift for his mom.

Trying to follow in his father's footsteps, huh?

- Yes.

The prince is more sentimental than the tabloids lead on.

Good night, milady.

- Hobbs, if one wanted to find the prince,

where might he be?

Hey, can I come join you?

- Of course.

This is the spot to be when humiliated.

I'd come here when I thought mother was angry.

It's my kind of fortress of solitude.

- Oh, wow.

Hey, look at all these books.

Okay, now this is 10-year-old Cecily's heaven.

I was really cool when I was a kid.

I read a book a week.

- Did you have a favorite?

- Oh, yeah. "Charlotte's Web."

- I think I have that one.

- Yeah?

- Not that I'd be able to find it.

I've hardly been in here for years.

- Oh, no, just to place the old championship fencing trophy,

or a first place medal, I assume.

- Well, once my trophy room was full,

I had to put them somewhere.

- Hey, I'm really sorry

that I let Mistletoe out of my sight.

- Please, please, don't blame yourself.

I'm the one that brought Mistletoe. Please, sit down.

- Well, that is true.

Sorry.

- I thought it'd be a lovely gift.

Something my father would do, a kingly gesture.

- It must be hard to live up to a legend like that.

- Is it? I could have sworn I was doing great.

- It was really nice of Hobbs

to offer to watch Mistletoe for me tonight.

- Indeed. Hobbs is truly one of a kind.

He's been there for us through thick and thin,

especially since my father died.

- Geez, that must have been really tough.

- No, I was 13.

It didn't shatter me at all.

It got me out of maths for a week though,

so it wasn't all bad.

- Well, I'm glad that you handle it so well.

- We really shouldn't be laughing about this.

Your parents?

- No, my mom, she passed four years ago.

- I'm so sorry, and your father?

- He met someone, took her on a Christmas cruise,

and I didn't really wanna

crash their first vacation together.

- Look at us, both with absentee fathers at Christmas,

for different reasons, mind you.

I'll never be the king my father was.

- Maybe not, but you'll still be king.

- Hurray, the least qualified monarch ever.

Thankfully for me,

Mistletoe may have taken me out of the running.

- Oh, well, I mean, it does kind of sound like

that would all be forgiven if you got to know your subjects.

Wait, how did the queen put it?

You find your event.

- Do you have an idea for one?

- No, no, no, no,

but I could help you brainstorm if you want.

- It feels like you already have an idea.

- Okay, okay.

Do you remember when I told you that I started a charity?

Well, it's called Rover Rehab, and we-

- Sorry, what? It's called Rover Rehab?

- Yeah, okay, yes, I have heard all of the jokes before,

but we socialize and we train adult dogs

to, you know, help them get adopted.

- Hm.

Do you have any openings for an excitable dog

that can't stay out of the news?

- Are you applying?

- Very funny.

Speaking of socializing,

I have an event I must attend tomorrow,

so maybe you and Mistletoe could come.

- I thought Prince Edmond didn't attend events.

- Oh, he doesn't.

- No?

- But it might be fun if we all go.

- Yeah, I mean, we could use it as

our training for tomorrow.

- Yes, training.

Great.

All right.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Oh, "We take to the breeze, we go as we please."

"Charlotte's Web."

- Nice.

- You might have some luck in the corner there.

If not, there's a first edition of "A Christmas Carol"

you might enjoy.

- Okay.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

- Can you make him stop?

- He's protecting you. It's a good sign.

- Hi there.

Please. Merry Christmas.

- Oh, that was a really good correction.

- Thank you.

- Looks like you might have a trained dog on your hands.

- I don't think we should get ahead of ourselves yet.

- Yeah, probably not.

Good boy.

- Hi there. Merry Christmas.

I see you're a Mistletoe fan.

- Thank you.

- Of course.

- Okay, if your goal

was to have more exposure for Comfrey, then I would say

mission accomplished.

- Maybe Mistletoe should be king.

- Or you could use his notoriety to kind of help you out.

- Mum, it's Mistletoe!

- What's your name?

- Peter.

- I'm Edmond.

- Your Highness!

Oh, he must have watched Mistletoe's video

a hundred times this month.

- I'm both flattered and embarrassed.

It's nice to meet both of you.

- Can we get a picture with you?

- Of course.

- Wow, the kids back at the home

are never gonna believe this.

- I think we can do better than a photo.

- Your Highness, you're too kind.

- Of course. Everyone deserves a merry Christmas.

- Mistletoe, come here, bud.

- Well, look who's back!

Hello, Peter. Are you here for a visit?

- And I brought Prince Edmond, and he brought toys!

- Children, come. See who's here.

- Hello. We hear great things about you from Peter.

Hello, everyone. Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas!

- I've brought some gifts.

So, I have a bike here for Jameson.

Oh, here you are.

- Wow.

- Merry Christmas.

- Thank you.

- No worries, and I have a scooter here for Molly.

Hi, Molly.

Are you the scooter star?

- Here, Mistletoe. Come here.

- Wow!

Well done, Molly.

Hm, I wonder what this could be.

I'm quite good, you know. Would you like to see?

- Yeah.

- Okay, come with me.

You'll be on my team.

I'm gonna run to the hoop and then you throw it to me.

There we go.

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa!

How did he do it? How did he do it?

Come on! - Do it again!

- Again?

- Again!

- Okay, same one.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Good shot. Good shot.

- At least we know he's good with kids.

- Honestly, he's not the only one.

- I think this might have been

the best day I've had in a while.

- Yeah.

Okay, well, installing that regulation basketball court,

now that was a really nice touch.

- Was it too flashy?

- No, no, not at all.

Okay, except when you dunked.

Now, that was a little, "Oh, I'm a prince."

"I'm so cool. I have so many talents."

- So what? I have many talents I don't talk about.

- Oh, yeah?

- Biking, music, art.

- Oh, not to mention fencing.

- Guilty as charged.

- Well, it's fancy sword fighting.

I mean, what's not to love?

- Exactly, and as a six-year-old boy,

given the choice between

dancing lessons and fencing lessons, I chose the latter.

- Well, I'm sure your mother was a little disappointed.

- Well, my father loved it.

He never missed a single one of my tournaments.

- Oh, that's really sweet.

- And slightly irresponsible, to be honest.

He skipped a European peace council

to see me fence in Hong Kong.

Almost caused World War III.

- Wait, really?

- At least that's the way he told it.

- Uh, well, thank you for today.

Okay.

- Oh, Cecily?

- Yeah?

- We should go to dinner tomorrow evening.

- We should?

Oh, yeah, to talk about dog training and all that.

- Sure, the training and whatever else we wish to discuss.

- Are you asking me on a date?

- No, I just thought, after a full day of training,

we could go to dinner and have a nice time.

- Oh, yeah, we could go to dinner and have nice time.

- Precisely.

- Yeah, that sounds like a date to me.

- I suppose it does.

- Well, I would love to.

- Grand.

- Good night.

Come on, Mistletoe. Let's go.

- Is it true?

- The last time you opened with that line,

I just called off my wedding to Lady Cykes.

- Lucky day for us all.

No, I mean your visit to a foster home today.

- Well, everyone should enjoy Christmas.

- I am curious to know

how you plan to pay for a basketball court, though.

- I sold the Ferrari to Allie.

- Oh.

- It's funny.

The kids liked the gifts, but they really loved Mistletoe.

- Ah, yes. Everyone loves Mistletoe.

In fact,

Euro TV loves him so much,

they've decided to broadcast my address

at the Christmas Ball.

- And they want Mistletoe to be there.

- Indeed,

and I never would've thought

your plan to train that dog in two weeks was possible,

but, lately, I've seen a lot of things

I didn't think were possible,

like a certain prince spending a whole day

doing charity work just like his father.

- Thanks, but I'm not Father.

He was the king this country needed.

- And you'll be the king this country deserves.

They want to love you, Edmond.

Let them, hm?

Oh, and carry on reading

whatever it is you didn't want me to see.

- Mum.

- Hey, are these earrings too much?

- Stop yourself.

Cec, you're going on a date with a prince.

Accessorize responsibly.

- Okay, no, you're right, you're right.

Although I'm sure Edmond would make

some kind of clever comment about them.

- Hold on.

Have you caught feelings for

the Internet's most eligible royal?

- No.

No.

- Hey, I won't- - Okay, I'm hanging up now.

Don't look me like that.

It's the outfit, isn't it?

You're right. I'll go change.

- Well, I feel underdressed, Ms. Bowman.

Shall we?

- Sir, you're not going into town, are you?

- That's the plan, Hobbs.

I even made a reservation.

- Yes, I know, under your own name,

which is why I'm getting reports

that the paparazzi are everywhere.

- Paparazzi? Oh, that's right, you're a prince.

- Are they seriously still interested in my dating life?

- More than anyone should be.

- So, rain check on dinner then?

- No.

A change of venue.

Come with me.

- You know, I think I like this better than going out.

- Me too, and we're making a classic Comfrey cottage pie.

- Ooh.

You don't cook much, do you?

Okay, here, let me help you.

Okay, just push and then roll.

- Okay. - Yeah, like that, mhm.

- Push and then roll.

- Mhm. - Okay.

- That's good.

- Okay, that is helpful.

- Well, it is a skill,

and I did work at a pizza shop all through high school, so.

- A pizza shop?

- Mhm, yeah, it was in Brooklyn,

which, if you're ever in New York, you have to try it.

- It's that good?

- Yes. Oh my gosh.

I don't think there is anything better

than a real slice of Brooklyn pizza.

- Let's hope the Comfrey version of cottage pie

can compare to your Brooklyn slice.

- Brooklyn slice.

- I've eaten this every year for Christmas,

but I don't think I've ever actually made it.

- Oh.

Okay, it's ready.

- Okay.

- Let's go.

- Here we go.

- Okay, so tell me.

What is the best Christmas gift that you ever got?

- The best?

- Mhm.

- Easy. When I was 12, the king gave me a puppy.

- Oh. - A corgi.

We're nothing if not on brand.

- Okay, was it a boy, a girl?

I want the name. I want the details.

- Okay, I named her so don't laugh.

- Okay.

- I called her Crumpet.

She was there for me when my father died.

The best friend I ever had.

Wow. That is sad.

Okay, you can laugh now.

- No, no, why would I laugh?

I mean, all of my best friends are dogs, so.

- Makes sense, doesn't it?

- Yeah. - In your line of work.

What's the name of the dog on your book cover?

- Oh, that's Churro.

Yeah, he's a lab.

I actually met him when I was working at a dog shelter,

and I wound up dating the guy who adopted him,

so I just kind of figured that he was both of ours,

but, when we broke up, he didn't exactly see it that way.

- I'm sorry.

Where's Churro now?

- On a ranch in Wyoming.

- That's good, no?

- I mean, I guess it would be better

if I actually got to see him.

- Okay. Come on.

Enough wallowing.

Come on. Trust me.

You're gonna have to let me lead.

- Okay.

- It's gonna be a struggle for you, I think.

There we go.

- Oh.

- Nice, no?

Still, yeah. - Oh, no.

- Let me lead.

- Okay.

- There we go.

- Are you telling me that you didn't take dance lessons?

- I haven't.

- Really? Then what are we doing?

- This?

It's just fencing without the swords.

♪ And, surely, love advances

♪ In this Christmas

- Um, is Comfrey cottage pie

supposed to be smoking like that?

- Uh, no, no, no. - No.

- We should do something about that

before it sets off the alarm.

The guards will go mad.

Here, waft, waft, Cecily. Yes, waft.

- Okay.

- Waft like you've never wafted.

- Oh, that's a fetching ensemble.

- You know, as soon as I found out

that we were going on a hike,

I nearly put on my yoga pants,

but, luckily, Victoria steered me straight.

- Yes, she's good at keeping things on course.

- She is, isn't she?

- Oh, welcome to the royal family Christmas hike.

Will you do the honor, Hobbs?

- Certainly, ma'am.

The castle high grounds is home to

Comfrey's world-renowned wishing tree.

Every Christmas, the royal family take a hike to the tree.

- And then we make a wish

and tie a ribbon around a tree branch.

- Well, shall we remove the leashes

before they scare all the wildlife away?

Oh, all that worry about pedigree,

and, look, they're fast friends.

- What are we waiting for?

We have a tree to tie a ribbon to.

- Are there a lot of birds in Comfrey?

- No, not too many.

If there were, Edmond wouldn't be away so often.

- Okay, that's pretty funny.

- Thanks you, dear. It's nice to have a fresh audience.

Well, you've been spending quite a bit of time with Edmond.

What do you think?

Would he make a good king?

- Oh, I mean, I'm hardly qualified to say.

- Stop. Don't dance around it.

I'd like your honest opinion.

- I think that Edmond would be great

at whatever he applies himself to.

- Very diplomatic.

- Honestly, the last thing in the world

he would ever want to do is disappoint you.

- You know these woods well, Hobbs.

- Your father and I lived in these woods when we were young.

I know these woods better than I do the castle.

- That's right. I always forget.

You knew him longer than anyone, even my mother.

I wish I could have asked him more questions

before he passed.

- That sounds like something you could tie onto the tree.

In lieu of that, if you want a poor substitute,

you can always try me.

- Would he have wanted me to plow ahead with something,

even if it wasn't what I wanted?

- He would've wanted you to forge your own past, Edmond,

whatever that may be.

- There she is.

The legendary wishing tree of Comfrey.

I hope you all have your wishes ready.

I know I do.

Go ahead.

- All right.

What did you wish for?

- My papa always said one cannot reveal their wish

or it might not come true.

- I'll take my chances.

I wish the royal corgis

weren't chasing each other around in sap and mud.

- Okay, there you go.

There you go. There you go.

- Hey.

- You can have a shake if you want.

- Okay, I think I should have wished for

what Carrington did.

I mean, look at this water. Oh my gosh.

Could you have gotten any dirtier if you tried, buddy?

- I don't think he was trying.

It's just a bit much, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- The ball is four days from now.

Do you think he'll be ready?

- Yeah, I think he'll get there,

but the big question is, can you?

- That is a big question, isn't it?

- Of kingly proportions.

- Speaking of which, I had something I wanted to run by you.

- Well, that was fun, wasn't it?

- Absolutely.

- Fresh air, bright sunlight.

Oh.

- Mama, I had an idea on our hike.

How would you feel about an annual corgi darby?

- You're joking.

That is-

- An exquisite idea, Edmond.

Even Mistletoe agrees.

- I suppose it could be fun.

Let's put it in the books for next year.

- Why not this year?

- How would you find space,

get vendors, sponsors, dogs, before-

- Wednesday.

- Is that when you want to do it?

- Yes, but we need all your help,

but we can get started if you give the go-ahead.

- Yeah, we already have the website

all set up to place bets.

- Bets, as in monetary?

- All proceeds are going to a fund for foster youth.

- It was all Edmond's idea.

- Well...

- That's wonderful.

- Of course it is. You had me at corgi darby.

- Why are you so upset?

- I miss you.

- Well, I'm sorry.

I've been so busy with the festivities.

- And I suppose you didn't need my help?

- Don't be jealous.

- I'm sorry.

I just wanna be there for you.

You are the future queen, after all.

- We both know Edmond's next in line for the throne.

- But you deserve to be.

- It's not about me.

It's about the kingdom.

- Of course.

That's what's important.

You deserve to be queen.

- Oh, Alec, you're very sweet.

If only it were that easy.

- Oh, good boy!

- They are quite regal, aren't they?

- Cecily, I need you.

Your help with the darby.

Could you help me put on the pinnies?

- Yeah, yeah, sure.

I'm right on it. Here.

- Oh, oh, okay.

Hello, young sir.

Aren't you the sweetest thing? Do you have a name?

No? How about Bronman?

I like it too.

- Step right up and place your bets for charity!

- Turnaround number six, Mistletoe, two to one.

- That's better.

- Hi. Your Majesty, is it okay if I take Mistletoe back?

He just needs his race number.

- He's still lucky number six?

- As you requested.

- Normally, I deeply discourage gambling,

but, for a good cause, it's so much fun.

- It is.

Come on, Mistletoe.

- Good luck!

- You can draw all the straight lines you want.

It won't work.

They're herding dogs. They run in circle.

- Yeah, I think that's kind of the point.

- Well, I don't care what you think.

You are not the royal trainer. I am.

- Okay, hold on.

Are you afraid that I'm gonna steal your job?

- Nonsense. I'm part of the family.

- Oh, is that why you're sweating?

- At the ready!

- Juniper, faster, Juniper! Come on, Mistletoe!

- Come on, Holly!

Holly, Juniper, come on!

Come on, Mistletoe!

Come on! - Come on, Mistletoe!

- Come on, Holly!

- Oh, come on, Mistletoe!

Come on, buddy!

- Come on! Come on!

- Holly, Juniper!

Come on! - Come on, Mistletoe, come on!

- Go, Mistletoe!

- Yes!

- Mistletoe wins!

- Yes!

Good job.

- Good job!

- Mistletoe!

- Bye, guys.

- Bye.

- You did so well, Mistletoe.

- Oh, good job!

- So well.

- Ma'am, hot chocolate? - Oh!

You really are spoiling me, Hobbs.

- Careful. It might be a bit hot.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

Didn't he do well?

- He did. He did indeed, ma'am.

- I think he's coming into his own.

- Do you think?

- Yes, I think he's rather happy with that lady.

- Kinda looks like someone's ready to be king.

So why do you look so upset?

- I wanna feel this way every day.

Oh, I'm sure they're gonna have

another derby again next year.

- It's not because of the dog.

- We have numbers!

We have numbers, 20,000 crona and counting.

- How much is that in dollars?

What?

Edmond, that's amazing!

That many people placed bets?

That's gonna send so many kids to college.

Oh my gosh!

- He put a paw on each of us.

- I think that means he thinks that we're both his person.

Hey, I have a question

that I've just been meaning to ask you all day.

- Yes?

- Is it derby or darby?

- It's darby.

- Darby?

- Derby.

- Darby.

- Derby. Darby.

- Derby.

No, I can't be Mistletoe's person.

- Why not?

The dog likes you as much as Edmond.

- Because he's gonna be in his life forever.

I'm only here for a couple more days.

- Drew all over again, huh?

- Can't you just, I don't know. negotiate something?

Get them to let me leave early?

- Cec.

- Yeah?

- Ah.

- Hi.

- I thought I'd drop this off.

A gift from the queen for all your hard work.

An invitation to the Christmas Ball.

- What?

- Sorry. That's my manager, Jacob.

He's a very big fan, but, you know, Hobbs,

I don't think I can accept this.

- No, no, no, no!

She has to accept, and she needs a plus-one!

- That may prove difficult.

I believe His Highness

was hoping to spend some time with you.

- Did he say that?

- It's not like that!

I'll be like a non-existent, invisible third wheel!

My email is-

- Hobbs, is this a good idea?

- The ball is the pinnacle event of the Christmas season.

- I know, but is this a good idea?

- Certain members of the royal family

would be happy if you attended,

and, to be honest, so would I.

- But I have nothing to wear.

- I think that can be arranged.

- Why are you up so late?

- The usual.

Keeping the festivities going.

Doing all the busy work to make it happen.

- You must be the hardest working princess in the world.

- Speaking of which, are you ready?

- Uniform's pressed, sword's polished,

and the groomer has Mistletoe

smelling like a cinnamon stick.

- I meant your speech.

Don't be coy.

We all know Mother will be naming you as her successor.

- Did she say that?

- We've all seen how she's warmed up to you this Christmas.

Even I have, and that is saying something.

- To be honest, I got so caught up in the morning,

I may have overlooked the speech.

- Come on.

We may have had our differences,

but now's the time you need to stand tall.

Come on. Let's make you look good.

Here's the boiler plate.

You thank Mother, Hobbs, parliament,

and then you say why ruling Comfrey

is the job you've wanted your whole life.

- I don't know what to say.

What would you say?

- I would say

that keeping history alive never feels like hard work,

that everything I've done over the last decade

has prepared me for this day,

that I feel lucky to have a job

where I can brighten someone's day with a wave,

heal them with a hug,

that sort of thing.

- Victoria, that is-

- No, do excuse me. That's all I have time for for now.

- Up, up.

Okay, now stay.

Stay.

Just stay. Why won't you stay?

- Not you. Mistletoe.

I'm trying to train him, but, try as I might,

he just will not.

Traitor.

- Okay, I'm a little hesitant to say it,

but I think that Mistletoe might be ready.

- The question is, am I?

- Oh, dressed like that, you are definitely not.

- I took him for a walk earlier,

and saw they were loading the cannons, which means

they're declaring a new monarch at the ball tonight.

- That's a good thing, I guess.

- Did someone order a plus-one?

- Oh, it's Jacob!

- Hey.

- Hi!

Jacob, this is Edmond.

Sorry, Prince Edmond.

- Your Royal Highness, it is an honor to meet you.

Oh, nope, I'm sorry.

I'm so nervous, I'm not sure what to do with my hands, so.

- Please, it's fine.

Lovely to meet you,

and thank you so much for bringing Cecily.

- Of course,

and here's the pup who started it all.

You are so much cuter in person!

- Did you make that up on the plane?

- I've been waiting hours to say it.

- Yeah.

- Well, what are we standing around for?

Don't we have a ball to go to?

- Mistletoe, come here. Hey.

Good boy.

- I feel like I'm gonna look like I'm playing dress-up.

- Nonsense. You're gonna look fabulous.

- Cecily?

- Hi.

- To complete your look.

- Oh, Cec, you got your tiara.

- I better go back. This party won't toast itself.

- Oh, wait, I feel like, I don't know.

I feel like I'm gonna mess something up.

- You will.

- Sash mishaps, tiara topples, I've seen it all.

Just remember the golden rule of all Christmas parties.

Be merry.

- Sage advice.

Is this about Prince Edmond?

- It just all feels like a dream, you know?

I mean, I came here to train a dog,

and now I feel like, I dunno,

like I'm gonna break my heart here.

- Listen, it made you lose focus,

but I told you this was the play.

Come train a dog and get the royals on board.

It looks like Edmond might finance the whole thing!

Let's go!

- Ms. Cecily Bowman and Mr. Jacob Henderson.

- He has a sword. I totally should have a sword.

- You're not a prince, Jacob.

- I knew I pursued the wrong career.

Come on, Mistletoe. Come on.

- You look magical.

- Thank you.

You know, it's funny.

I was never really into the whole princess thing as a kid,

but I think I'm starting to see the appeal.

- In that case, shall we dance the first waltz?

- I'd prefer it if

we fenced-without-swords the first waltz.

Wow, that really did not work at all.

- It worked for me.

- It's going to be a lovely party, ma'am.

Flawlessly executed, as always.

- Thanks to my flawless press secretary,

which is why I have a present for you.

- Me?

Oh, Your Majesty, I couldn't!

- I think Bronman would be quite upset if you couldn't.

- Thank you, milady.

I noticed the queen's waltz

was on the agenda for the evening.

- And whom do you think I should ask?

- Perhaps a loyal and devoted subject

who has adored your family and has admired you for years?

- Have you tried the pate?

- We will.

- It's very good. Enjoy.

- I've been looking for you all night.

- Oh.

- I've heard something dreadful.

- Then why do you look so happy?

- Myriad reasons, my queen. Myriad.

- So, is this what being a princess feels like?

- Mhm.

This is what happiness feels like.

- Do you think that we feel like this

because we know it's all gonna end tomorrow.

- It doesn't have to end, Cecily.

- I don't know if this is gonna work,

and I can't hinge Rover Rehab's success on-

- Romance? Then let's keep them separate.

- What's happening?

- The queen's dance.

She hasn't done one since my father died.

- The queen looks really happy.

- She does.

I just hope I don't ruin everything.

- What a wonderful dance.

You kept that a secret?

- Yes, didn't we?

- Wonderful.

- Mama? - Thank you.

- I hate to insist, but we really need to talk.

- Oh, dear.

Well, is this about your speech?

You know it's being televised.

- I know, but I think the person that wrote that speech

should be the one to take the throne.

- I would agree. So where did you get it from?

Wilde, Dickens, Voltaire?

Because I don't think they're fit to rule at the moment.

- Your daughter wrote it.

- Sir?

I come with harrowing news.

- "Edmond of Comfrey, net assets and worthwhile contacts."

- It has your wealth, connections, likes and dislikes.

Anything one would want to take advantage of you, sir.

It was in Ms. Bowman's room.

A moment to take a look.

- What are you doing?

- Your brother is in the clutches of a grifter

and I have the evidence to prove it.

- Why do you have that?

- It matters not, my dear.

What's important here is

your brother lacks proper judgment to be king.

- My brother lacks judgment?

You truly are an awful swine of a person.

My family finally have the Christmas

they've been wanting for years, and you want to ruin it.

- I'm ruining it?

You're the one that's giving up a throne

because you care about those saps.

- Saps?

You are so misguided.

My family make me strong,

strong enough to send you out of this castle forever.

Go.

- Darling, just-

- Go!

Get out.

- Edmond, hi.

You were looking for me?

- Yes.

I want to thank you for your service to the crown.

- I don't understand.

- Your work here is done. You can go.

Don't worry about your things.

We'll ship them back, first class.

- Why are you talking to me like this?

Edmond, what did I do?

- I found your binder.

- What?

- The research you did. You were never really you with me.

None of that was real.

It's fine.

You're not the first woman to target me for my money.

- No, I'm not, is this really what you think that this is?

- I may have a reputation, but I'm not an idiot, Cecily.

I can't believe you ever really had feelings for me.

- Edmond, I did have feelings for you.

I do!

- You do deserve a trophy. It's a convincing act.

- It is not an act.

Okay, yes, never in a million years

did I ever think that I would have feelings for you,

but I do, and, to be honest, I am just as scared as you are.

- Well, you don't need to be.

I'll have them bring the car around.

- Edmond, wait.

- As the some of you know,

this is my last ball as acting queen.

Spearheading this event has been an honor

and the second most rewarding job of my life.

The first, of course, is being a mother.

I only wish I was as good at that as I am hosting events.

The truth is parents often can't see

what's right in front of them,

and this Christmas has taught me to look a little harder.

I am eager to start the next chapter in my life,

but I couldn't until I knew my replacement

was the best possible steward for our tiny nation,

and I know she will be.

I give you our next monarch, Queen Victoria!

- You had something to do with this, didn't you?

- No. It was all you.

- Hey, hey, what's going on?

- It's over.

Edmond thinks that I was just trying to take his money

and that nothing between us was real.

- Was it real?

- Oh, Cec, I'm so sorry.

- I didn't even care that he was a prince.

I just really thought that we had a real connection.

Sorry.

- Where are you going?

- To say goodbye to someone.

- You're not celebrating with Victoria?

Oh, what's wrong?

Is it Cecily?

- She's just like the others.

She only took this job to fund her charity.

- How selfish.

I mean, rather than buy her a condominium

or a yacht or have her photo with you?

- Regardless, it's not okay.

You don't think it's even a little mercenary?

- No.

No, I think it's ambitious.

That's what makes her so unique.

I know you're going to hate me,

but, well, I looked into Cecily

when you two started spending time together.

- That wasn't necessary.

- She really is quite impressive.

She started her own business.

She's active in animal rescuing.

She really has quite the charm.

- Mum, I'm fine.

It's fine.

- My dear.

People are drawn to us because of the crown.

The people who stay, who stick around

and bother to figure out who we really are,

you need to keep them close.

- Oh, hi, Mistletoe.

Hi.

Come on. Up we go.

- You know, I'm not really one for big goodbyes,

but I just wanna say thank you.

You know, after I lost my last dog,

I never thought that I would have this again.

I don't ever even want it again, so...

Yeah, you really proved me wrong, huh, buddy?

So, thank you. Never change, Mistletoe, all right?

Okay.

Never change, buddy.

Okay.

Oh, wait, Mistletoe.

Mistletoe, wait!

Mistletoe!

Mistletoe!

Mistletoe!

- Cecily?

- Mistletoe!

Hi, buddy.

There you are.

- Why won't you stay?

- Are you talking to Mistletoe?

- No, you.

I want you to stay.

I'm sorry. I was awful.

You didn't do anything wrong.

I was a fool not to see that you were real.

I couldn't recognize that you cared for me,

not just the prince.

Look, I understand if you never wanna speak to me again.

Will you please say something?

- I'm sorry too.

I did come here to launch.

Jacob made that binder and it's all so silly.

I promise you I didn't read any of it.

Anyway, congratulations.

- Congratulations?

- Yeah, I heard the cannons,

and I know that you said that means there's a new king, so.

- I said that it means there's a new monarch.

Those are for Victoria.

I'm just the royal that's here, begging for forgiveness.

- You gave up the crown?

Why?

- Because I met someone, someone I trust,

who forged her own path and inspired me to do the same.

- So, assuming that this someone

forgives you and understands,

what's this new path that you're planning?

I mean, are you gonna be jet-setting more?

- That's what everyone expects. I'm a prince.

I can fit in at any event and be a royal if I need to be,

but I never felt like I had a home until I met you.

- Are you sure you don't need all this stuff?

I mean-

- Honestly, I'd be happy if, at the end of the day,

I can get a slice of Brooklyn pizza with my person.

Sorry, our person.

- Hey, are you ever gonna tell me

what you wished for at that wishing tree?

- I can't tell you,

because then it might not come true.

- We hear you, Mistletoe.