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Every Christmas Eve
we are part of a miracle
every girl and boy
shares the joy
if they believe
you can share it too
just believe in the miracle
you will carry joy with you
every Christmas Eve
In a certain time,
in a certain land,
once there lived
and once there was...
A magic kingdom
at the top of the world.
If a traveler came
to that cold, freezing place,
and no traveler ever did,
all he would see
would be ice.
Mountains of ice and snow.
But on certain nights, when the stars
of the sky shined like jewels,
a wonderful light
appeared in the heavens;
and then many lights,
all the colors of the rainbow;
and some colors
never seen before.
Way on top,
the north star sparkled.
And suddenly, the ice
mountains cracked open...
And beautiful, beautiful
lights pierced the sky,
and then, out came
the vendegums.
Hundreds of them, all in their
bright-colored clothes.
Granny,
what's a vendegum?
A vendegum? Those
are the little men...
Who live in
the ice mountains,
way at
the top of the world,
under the north star.
Some of them are
even littler than you.
This is the same story
she told last year.
Oh, when's he coming?
When's he gonna get here?
The road from the village
must be blocked.
Even those reindeer of his
couldn't make it through.
Wouldn't be Christmas without him, though,
would it? He hasn't missed one yet.
It's them! Here they come!
All right. Everybody back.
Everybody back, everybody back.
- What did you bring? What did I get?
- Wait.
Don't I hear
something first?
Happy Christmas,
Uncle claus!
All right. All right. Here, for you.
And you. Thank you!
Cutting wood all day
for the whole village.
It's enough
to exhaust any man.
How does he find time
to make all those things?
He makes time.
What can I tell you?
It gives him pleasure.
Little else.
For you.
Just for you.
What is it?
A vendegum.
Just as I was
telling you.
You can't see your hand in front of your
face out there. You won't get through.
My reindeer, donner and blitzen,
can get through anything.
Come along, Anya.
We must hurry.
More children need their toys on
the other side of the forest.
'Bye, dear.
Okay.
Bye!
Bye!
Did you see their faces
when they saw the toys?
Ah, yes. They love their
Uncle claus, huh?
Come on, blitzen.
Pull harder!
The children
are waiting!
Come on, donner.
Don't drag your hooves.
Hurry along, now.
You can do it, boy.
Come on!
I can't find it, Anya.
I can't find the road.
- Where are we?
Come on, boys.
Don't slow up now!
Hi-up!
Hi-up!
Go! Come on!
Blast!
- Come on, blitzen.
Come on, my good boys.
Donner! Now listen!
Over there,
there's food and warmth...
And a bed
and straw and hay...
And everything a smart team
of reindeer would like!
Here is where
you freeze to death.
Now, come on, my good boys!
Come on!
Claus, come back.
I can't see you.
Oh, my God.
Anya!
Anya! Anya!
Anya. Oh, my God. Anya! Anya!
Anya, please!
Oh!
They're here.
Welcome.
It's them. Vendegum.
The little people?
We prefer to be called
elves, if you don't mind.
- You-you--
- I'm the one called dooley.
- We've been expecting you.
- Expecting us?
For a long, long time.
We almost gave up hope!
Where are we?
- Home.
- No, no, no. Our home is far from--
look at that! Let's go.
Not anymore.
This is your home now.
W-what does he mean?
Uh, you don't understand.
We live in a village far away from
this one. Blow! Bits of old ropes,
single-hinge
runner connectors.
This is unbelievable!
See I'm gonna have
a lot to teach him.
Whoops.
Hi, there.
Hi. I'm the one
called patch.
Welcome aboard, sir. Speaking
for the boys and myself,
I'd-- oh, you must
be the missus!
Me?
Yeah. Well,
we were expecting someone nice, but
not someone so young and pretty.
- Were we, boys?
- - No. No.
- Oh, don't be elf-conscious! - My
friends, let us show you your new home.
Patch, take charge of the reindeer.
Yeah. Honka!
Take charge of the reindeer. Boog,
take charge of the reindeer.
Vout, take charge
of the reindeer.
I don't understand.
What new home?
There's nothing here.
Look again.
- Where did it come from?
- It was always here.
But it can't be seen by
just anyone, you know. Mm?
Come, fellow elves. Take
them to their new home.
Lead and follow,
follow and lead.
He's nice,
isn't he, patch?
Yeah, I tell you, boys, he gives me
a real feeling of elf-confidence.
What's it all about?
Maybe it's a-- aah!
No, we're awake!
It's him! He's here!
Yes, he's here,
he's here!
Welcome, welcome. I'm the one called puffy.
We've been expecting you.
Not now, puffy. The man
wants to see the sights.
- Isn't this something? - Did you
hear that? He said it's something!
- He did. He did!
- Oh, my!
She likes it. She likes it!
She does. She does.
Isn't this something? Is it
warm enough for all of them?
It's exactly what
I've been saying, ma'am.
Now, I have an idea for a new way to
heat this entire place, using pipes!
Pipes, you know?
Cylinder thingies?
There's much more
to see, folks.
Pipes.
Pipes.
Yeah.
Wait! Wait!
Oh!
My goodness.
What is all this?
They're Christmas toys.
Waiting for you.
For me.
Wh-what have they
got to do with me?
You're going to give
them to your children.
Th-there must be a mistake.
We have no children.
You do now.
You have all
the children of the world.
But how could I deliver
all these toys?
I won't live
long enough for that.
Both of you
will live forever.
Like us.
Anya?
Me too.
I can't sleep either.
I don't want to sleep.
This mattress is so comfortable,
I don't want to miss
a moment of it.
This-this won't take long.
I'll be right back.
What is it, donner, eh?
You look so frightened.
There's nothing
to worry about.
Really, there isn't. Easy, boy,
it's all right. Easy, now, easy.
Strange
place, strange companions.
But we're all friends here.
We are!
- Look at old blitz in there.
- Does he look worried? Hmm?
Come on. Maybe try
and eat something. Hmm?
It's great food.
Believe me.
Say, look.
Even I like it.
It's delicious.
Mmm! He's like me, I guess.
Oh! Yes.
A little confused.
Yeah, yeah.
He's always been the fidgety type.
Yeah. Well,
he'll be all right, sir, as soon
as he gets used to the place.
He just needs a little
elf-control. Mm.
Well, you certainly
know your reindeer.
These are fine specimens. Oh! Hear that,
boys? You made a good impression.
Come on.
Look. These two are twins.
Prancer and dancer.
The way you can tell them apart
is by those snooty monocles.
Prancer's is
on his right eye,
and dancer's is
on his left eye.
And this lad with the great
big antlers is comet.
And old spotted-nose
here is cupid.
This white-faced boy here,
that's old dasher.
He loves to run, he does, he really does.
He'd rather run than eat!
And, uh, this noisy one with
the floppy jowls, he's ViXen.
Keep you up half the night
with his snorts and whinnies,
whinnies and snorts.
And you sleep here?
Yes!
And this is where
I do my other work.
Yeah, they keep you busy, huh?
Well, I-I-I like it that way.
Sometimes I get so many ideas, I don't
know where to keep them in my head.
Um-- oh! Look.
A clock that wakes you up in the morning.
How about that? Ha?
That's not bad.
Aha!
A plate that whistles
when the food's too hot.
Ah?
Um-- oh!
Look, look, look.
I've got here a
complete syste-- uh--
what do we need
all these reindeer for?
Uh, you'll see.
This is a curious kind of place.
This is nothing now.
- Wait till you see how it gets during
season's greetings. - Season's greetings?
- Mm-hmm. You'll see.
- What's that?
Oh, look, sir.
Now he's having a bite.
- Ooh!
- Ooh!
- Hurray!
- Hoop-ah!

Maybe it's
the massive bulk of it.
I never did
an extra-large before.
No, the size is fine. Please
don't think I'm criticizing,
but green's just
not his color.
- What about, um--
- Brown!
Red.
Yes! Red!
Perfect!
Matches his cheeks...
And everything!
Whee!
Ah!
Hey!
- Oh. Well?
- Coming closer now. Not just yet!
Two more degrees
north by northwest--
now!
Ohh!
Ahh!
- Season's greeting's back!
- Season's greetings!
Season's greetings!
Season's greetings!
Southeast crosswind,
point right. Northwest--
are you nervous?
Me, nervous? No.
Oh!
You look...
Wonderful to me.
Uh, it does suit me,
doesn't it?
A handsome man looks good
in anything.
Oh, I'm so
proud of you.
Mm!
It's time, sir.
Oh.
- They're waiting.
He looks wonderful!
It's a perfect fit,
if I do say so myself.
The color, the style.. that outfit is
him, boys. I'm telling you. Just him.
The prophecy...
Has come to pass...
That there would
come to us...
A chosen one.
And that he, having
no child of his own,
would love all
children, everywhere.
And that he himself
would be...
An artisan,
and a craftsman,
and a skilled...
Maker of toys.
And now, chosen one,
come forward.
From this day on,
now and forever,
you will bring our gifts
to all the children...
In all the world.
And all this
to be done...
On Christmas Eve.
How can I do so much
in just one night?
Oh, yes.
Time travels with you;
that the night of the world
is a passage...
Of endless night
for you.
Mm. Until
your mission is done.
This is your legacy,
and your gift,
as is the gift
of flight.
Mm-hmm. Now.
All those within
the sound of my voice,
and all those on this
earth everywhere know...
That henceforth,
you will be called...
Santa claus.
Santa?
And now, everyone,
- merry Christmas!
- -Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas. Yes.
Come on.
Good boy.
Yo!
Faster! Faster!
Ho-ho-ho! Ha-ha-ha! Ho-ho-ho!
Come on, boys.
Come on!
Come on. Don't be afraid.
Come on.
This is it!
Come on!
Ho, ho, ho! Feel the wind
in your faces, boys.
Oh, come on, donner.
There's nothing to worry about.
It's only flying.
"Only flying"?
What am I saying?
All right, boys.
Bank to the right.
Steady!
That's the way!
Come on, boys.
That's my good boys.
Ho-ho-ho-ho!
Oh, more and more are learning to
write now, asking for what they want.
Reading and writing,
writing and reading.
Leave him alone! Don't!
Can't you see he hates it?
Let go! Leave him alone! Don't!
Leave him be!
You're hurting him.
Oh, l-let go!
Come back, you stupid animal!
Come back!
"I am sure he hurts
the poor little kitten,
"and when I cry,
he just laughs at me.
Yours sincerely,
miss Sarah foster."
You were quite right to bring
this to our attention, dooley.
That little boy
must not get a present.
No present for him? Every
child should get a present.
It's time
to change the rules.
You'll have folks saying that Santa claus
only rewards the good little boys and girls.
Isn't that
as it should be?
All right. Dooley,
make up a list...
Of who is naughty and nice.
Yes, sir!
And be careful.
I'll be checking it twice.
Christmas is
the best of days
who's the happy cause
ho, ho, ho!
It's our favorite person
mine and yours
Santa claus
Santa gives
to all of us
all he has to give
Santa really knows
the way to live
- live, live, live
thank you, Santa
thank you, Santa
when it snows
we know you're near
we want to
thank you, Santa
"'Twas the night
before Christmas,
"when all through the house,
not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse."
What is it? It's a poem.
A poem about me.
Ooh. They say it's a big hit.
"He had a broad face,
and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed
like a bowlful of jelly."
What?
Pardon?
Was that--
that last part.
- "He had a broad face--
- Yes. Go on.
"And a little round belly,
- "that shook when he laughed like a bowlful of..
- Jelly.
It's just a poem.
- Is that how they think I look?
- Well, you know. The cookies.
It's the cookies.
The cookies.
Ohh.
Acid.
Your soup's getting cold.
Welcome back, Santa.
Have a good trip?
What's this?
Oh, next year's schedule.
Oh, can't it wait
a few days?
He's just come home!
No!
Ooh.
I must have dozed off.
Darling,
why don't you get
an assistant, hmm?
- What? - I don't like to see
you pushing yourself like this.
- You're spreading yourself too thin.
- Who would want the job?
Two elves spring to mind. One of
them practically bounces to mind!
Oh, yes.
I'm supposed
to show you this.
What is it? Oh, something
patch thought up.
Look at that.
Isn't that a clever thing?
Time tumbles by
there's snow in the sky
- Isn't it beautiful?
- Yes, lovely.
- And here it is Christmas
- Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas to you.
Cold enough for you? Oh, it's warm in here.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas. God bless you, ma'am.
Merry Christmas.
Mer-ry Christmas!
Mer-ry Christmas!
God bless you, sir.
Mer-ry Christmas!
Mer-ry Christmas!
Mer-ry Christmas.
Mer-ry Christmas!
Mer-ry Christmas!
Thank you very much today.
Cornelia! Come away
from that window this instant.
You can hear the music perfectly well at
the table while you do your homework.
American history
sitting around half-done--
if you think
that your step-Uncle...
- Is going to stand for this--
- He never even looks at my report card.
- He probably doesn't even know
what grade I'm in. - Young lady,
you do just
as I tell you.
An assistant?
Your assistant?
Oh, w-w-with
all due respect,
I have ideas that'll
turn this place upside down.
That is not exactly
what I had in mind.
No, no. I'm talking modern
methods of production here!
I'm talking assembly line!
I'm talking wave of the future.
- I'm talking faster, quicker--
- And sloppier.
Puffy, the thing about me is
that I don't lack elf-assurance.
I'm not afraid to rock the sleigh!
Sir,
I have long admired your traditional
methods of manufacture.
I assure you that I will
give the same attention...
- To quality and detail--
- Boys, boys.
Don't give me campaign
promises, give me results.
The one who gets the job is the
one who does the job best.
How about this one?
Yeah.
There.
Clear!
- Go.
- Ha!
- Oh!
Excellent.
Keep up the good work.
Right. Right.
Wait! Isn't it
going too fast?
Too fast?
Welcome to the 20th century!
Hey!
Good try, puffy.
Mmm, I can't eat
another bite.
Me too.
Well, I'm taking my coffee
to the library,
so I can watch
my masterpiece theater.
And you, little miss, make sure
you learn those Latin verbs!

Psst! Psst!
Little boy?
Psst!
Hey, boy!
Going well, eh?
Merry Christmas,
pretty lady.
Ho, ho, ho, ho!
What a night, my boys!
What a night!
Decorations hung
at the windows.
Stockings hung
by the fireplaces.
Ho, ho, ho!
Isn't it wonderful!
Tonight, there's
not a child alive...
Who's not bursting
with joy and happiness.
Oh.
Hang on, boys. I think we're
gonna make an unscheduled stop.
Whoa!
All right, stay right here,
boys. I'll be right back.
- Hello, son.
- Hey, beat it, man.
Find your own doorway.
Don't crowd me.
- What are you doing out here? - I'm
pitchin' a no-hitter for the Yankees.
- What's it look like?
- But it's Christmas Eve!
Don't you know
what that means?
Yeah, it means you don't have a job till
next year. You and the rest of the winos.
- Don't you know who I am?
- Sure, you're a nut.
I'm Santa claus! Right.
And I'm the tooth fairy.
Well, I guess I'll just
have to do it my way.

Holy cow!
- How'd you do that?
- See, what did I tell ya?
Come on, Santa claus
ain't... real?
Wanna go for a ride?
A ride?
A ride on that?
- I've never even been in a plane!
- You better make up your mind.
I'm pretty busy tonight. Yeah,
sure, if it's all right.
- I mean, like, really?
Now, hold on tight,
and don't worry.
You'll be as safe here as you are in
your own home. I ain't got a home.
Mm-hmm.
Do you know how to say "yo"?
Yo?
Wow! Oh, wow!
You really are Santa claus,
ain't ya?
Yes. But I still don't
know who you are.
Joe! I'm Joe!
Nice to meet you, Joe.
Wow, neat!
How do you make 'me do it?
Oh, just like a horse and buggy.
Pull their reins.
Both together
to make 'em go higher.
Can they do anything you want?
Oh, yes.
- Well, anything except
the super-dooper looper.
- What's that?
- I've been trying for years.
Well, maybe tonight's
the night!
Come on, donner. Let's give
it that old college try!
- Come on, donner! This may be it! This may be it!
- Ohh, yahoo!
You can do it, donner!
Come on, boy!
- Here we go!
- Ohh--
you can do it, boy!
I know you can do it!
- Come on!
- Ohh!
- Ohh.
Boy, well,
didn't work again.
That's all right,
donner boy.
We'll get it next time.
Tell 'em it's all right.
Uh, hey, like,
don't sweat it!
You did your best,
you know?
Hey, how would you like
to drive for a while?
Me? Drive?
Sure!
It's easy.
Here! Take the reins.
Well, come on.
Whoa!
Wa-hoo-hoo!
Oh, wow!
How am I doin'?
Oh, great.
- Ohh!
- Come on, guys, go!
Oh, no. No! Hey, wait a minute!
Come on, guys. Go!
Wait a minute! Oh!
Oh! Go, go, go!
Watch out! Oh!
Wait a minute!
Wait a second.
Oh, oh, my!
What do you call them?
Reindeer. No, I mean,
what's their names?
Oh.
Startin' from the front,
that's
donner and blitzen.
Comet and cupid,
prancer and dancer,
then dasher and ViXen. Look.
There's the Brooklyn bridge.
Here we go! Come on, donner.
Come on!
- Oh-h-h-h!
- Whoo! Whoo, whoo!
Go, go!
Let's go get it!
Come on, donner!
Come on, blitzen!
Go, guys, go, go!
- Come on, donner.
- You can do it.
Come on, go, go!
Oh, boy.
I better
take 'em now, Joe.
Where are we going? Well,
we can't joyride all night.
I've got a job
to do, you know?
Oh, yeah!
Is this the kid
who lives here?
Yep.
What'd he get?
Fishing rod.
How come?
That's what he asked for
in his letter.
You mean, if a kid writes--
- anything he wants? - Joe, didn't
you ever write me a letter?
I never believed in--
I mean, hey, I never
needed nothin'.
- See, I usually travel light.
- Well--
let's travel now.
Look, I'm sorry.
I didn't see it.
Are you him?
Are you Santa claus?
Boy, I hate it
when this happens.
- Hello, little girl.
- Is this my doll?
Mmm.
- What are you doing here?
- You two know each other.
Oh, sort of.
I'm Cornelia.
I'm Joe.
- I'm Santa claus. - Oh, it's a
great pleasure to meet you, sir.
Would you like some cookies?
They're from bloomingdale's.
Oh.
Chocolate chip.
They're my favorite.
Listen, corny. Thanks for all
the good food you gave me.
I can make you
a bowl of ice cream.
I tell you what, Joe. You stay
here and have something to eat.
- I'll see you again.
- You will? You mean it?
Santa claus
doesn't lie, Joe.
- Next Christmas Eve, we got a date, okay?
- You bet!
Thanks for the cookies.
What a guy.
Excellent.
Come on, now. It's easy.
There you go.
You're doing fine.
Thanks, daddy.
That's it. Oh!
Sweetie pie!
Mom!
- He's a great guy!
- His toys are cheap crap!
His presents suck! What do you care?
Nobody ever gave you nothin'!
How can you be so dumb?
Everyone knows he gives out
shoddy, cheap toys.
My daddy says
he's an old fake.
He is not. He's the nicest
man in the whole world.
My parents gave me a doll, and she
says whole sentences on a cassette.
You don't have any
parents, so naaah! Ow!
- A fight! - Girls! No way
can dancers be angry.
Returns are coming back
from everywhere.
Returns? We've
never had returns.
Maybe we could put out
some kind of statement.
Hi.
Well, I've got
a lot to do.
The thing--
I never was--
you see, I wanted-
being tied down to a desk
suits some elves, you know,
but others of us
are more free-spirited.
I know you had no idea.
I know that.
Patch, how can I say this?
Yeah, I think that,
um... red--
red just, just isn't
my color, you know?
Congratulations!
He'll never have an assistant
as good as me.
Let's face it,
he just doesn't like me.
Well, boys, I'm gonna miss you.
You know that, don't you?
Take care of yourself, huh?
Now, sir, I'm asking you if this toy
here was manufactured by your company,
the b.Z. Toy manufacturing
corporation.
Um, yes, senator,
this doll appears to be...
One of our own Betty beauties.
Holy crap!
My goodness!
Well, what do you say
to that, sir?
Well, senator, I've always
known that cigarette smoking...
Could be hazardous
to your health.
This is not a laughing matter, sir.
This is a tragedy!
You, sir, are a disgrace
to your profession.
Um, senator,
with all due respect--
and, I believe, this toy is advertised
as being suitable for three-year-olds.
Oh, my goodness!
Um, senator, I'm even
more astonished...
Than you are to see this, and I can guarantee
that if these are not isolated examples,
I'll make sure that
they never happen again.
Well, you better do
more than that, sir.
You better withdraw
every b.Z. Toy on the market,
or I'll personally see to it that your license
to manufacture in the United States is revoked.
No comment!
Okay, towser,
give it to me straight.
The retail outfits are pulling our
toys off the shelves. Cowards!
The post said that anyone who gives his kid
a b.Z. Toy should have his head examined.
Swine!
Cancel my subscription.
We've got to meet a payroll by the end
of the month for 2,000 factory workers.
Commies! And our cash flow
is flowing the wrong way.
Right down the toilet. You sure
know how to cheer a guy up.
What'll we do, b.Z.?
Patch gone? Where will he go?
What will he do?
The world is no place
for an elf.
The world's a nice enough
place, isn't it?
I mean, they send such nice
letters from there. It must be.
It's Christmas
all over the world
tonight
it's Christmas
they must be very popular.
Look how fast they're going.
All over the world
Good morning, Mr. grizzard.
Everything okay?
Fine.
Greetings. Who the
hell-- miss abruzzi!
Don't bother with that. I'll just vanish.
You'll what?
Vanish... like this.
Hello?
Hi.
Wha--
it's a bit uncomfortable
in here. Oh!
Over here!
How did you do that?
Listen.
You make toys, right?
Are you, uh... from the
federal trade commission?
No. I'm
from the north pole.
I've got enough on my mind without
having to deal with an escaped lunatic!
How do you know I escaped?
What are you?
Isn't it elf-explanatory?
How's that?
I'm an elf.
An elf?
Yes.
You mean, like a fairy?
No, I'm not a fairy.
I'm an elf.
But-but... why are you here?
Well, I gather
you're a great toy giver.
I'm a great toy maker. We should get
together. Why should I do that?
Heaven helps those
who help their elf.
But-but-but why me?
Because I want to help you.
Why? So Santa claus
will appreciate me.
I was right.
You are a lunatic.
Don't you believe
in Santa claus?
Why should I? He never
brought me anything.
That's because you were
probably a naughty boy.
Yes... I guess
I was no angel.
Well, what did you
have in mind, elf?
Just let me use your toy factory.
To make what?
Something special. Now,
here's the idea. Mm-hmm.
First of all, you stop making
all your regular toys.
Well, I'm sure they're
fine and dandy, dandy and fine.
But we won't
be needing them anymore.
Won't... be...
Needing them anymore?
No. Oh, uh,
tell me something.
How can I tell all the people
about my something special?
Advertise. Advertise?
How do I do that?
In my line,
television works best.
Oh, I know! Those little picture
box thingies? Can we get on those?
With enough money, a horse in a
hoop skirt can get on one of those.
Money. I don't know
much about that.
Good.
Oh.
Let's, um, keep it
that way, huh?
Okay, but you'll fix it so I can
get on the telly? Yeah. When?
Christmas Eve.
How long?
Is a minute all right?
What channel?
- Well, all of them.
- Which countries?
All of them. All the countries,
all the channels.
That would cost
a fortune!
If you give extra kisses,
you get bigger hugs.
- Sorry? - That's what Santa's
wife is always saying.
Anyway...
That's all the advertising
you'll ever need.
It better be. How many workers does this...
product require?
Just me.
Wha-- no payroll?
A bowl of stew, heavy on the
dill, a cold place to sleep.
What would it cost?
Cost? Cost who?
The people
who buy the toy.
Well, nothing. We're going
to give them away free.
Oh, that's fantastic! How do you
turn your face so red so fast?
- For free? - Well, that's how
we do it at the north pole.
Well, that's not
how we do it here!
In a free enterprise
system--
on the other hand,
this would go a long way...
Towards cleaning up
my public image.
Excuse me? That's not
a bad investment.
All that good p.R.
I'm intrigued. Excuse me.
You're drooling on your tie.
Yes, I know. I said I was
intrigued, didn't I?
Now listen, son, what experience
do you have in toy manufacture?
Come on. I'm entirely
elf-taught.
Uh-huh.
What about it, b.Z.
This product of yours--
this, uh,
something special--
what exactly is it?
It's something that's very
easy to make. Uh-huh.
It's cheap.
Uh-huh.
It's simple.
Uh-huh.
You can turn them out by
the thousands. Uh-huh.
And--
yes. And?
It's got a secret
ingredient.
Look around you!
No strikes, no smelly workers!
No payroll!
It's practically paradise!
Still, giving this toy away
for free-- that, Dr. towser,
is why I am a captain of industry and
you are an insignificant schlepper.
Sure, the first Christmas,
it's free.
But the next one, we say,
"so you want it again?
Bigger? Better? Well, this
time it's gonna cost you!"
How much? I don't know.
One hundred, two hundred.
Where will they get that kind of money?
What do I care?
Ahh, it's a wonderful thing,
cracking your knuckles.
It's the pleasantest sound in the world.
What's he building in there?
I'm not sure. He says
it's the delivery system.
Yes? We brought the
prototypes for, uh... it.
Let me see them.
Towser. Towser!
That one.
What color? What
color do you like?
I like puce.
You would!
What's puce?
It's like fuchsia,
but a shade less lavender
and a bit more pink.
Sometimes
I wonder about you.
Fine. Puce, then. As long as it
tastes good. But are you gonna--
if this catches on, we can come
out with a liquid version.
Puce juice.
Oh, my!
An elf-portrait.
You haven't made
one of those since--
it's for Joe. He never
got a present in his life,
and he's too proud
to ask for one.
Mm-hmm.
He makes me think what our son
might've been like, Anya.
Why, it's patch!
It's not patch--
well, I guess it does
resemble--
my good old patch.
I don't know about this. It isn't what
the north pole looks like at all.
Look, b.Z. Knows what he's doing.
He knows how to grab the people.
This isn't real. The public doesn't
want reality. They want the dream.
Patch! Match!
Patch! Match!
Someone new
has come to town
Patch! Patch! From the old north
pole where the elves make toys,
here's a Christmas treat
for you girls and boys.
Oh, my name's patch.
As you can tell,
I'm an elf myself,
so let's give a yell.
Patch!
Well, the patch-work present
comes from me.
You'll find it
under the Christmas tree.
And best of all, you will agree,
is that it's absolutely free.
Cornelia, your step-Uncle has
just dropped by for a minute.
Go in and wish him
a merry Christmas.
Come in.
Merry Christmas, Uncle.
It certainly should be.
A little puce candy.
This special broadcast...
Is brought to you
by b.Z. Toys.
- At least he's all right.
- What are you going to do?
It's Christmas Eve,
isn't it?
I'm gonna do my job...
The way I always do.
Merry Christmas
from b.Z. Toys!
- Where is it?
- Up there, sir.
That's the stuff
I told you about.
Yes, it's terrific.
Well done, b.Z.!
Knock 'em dead, kid!
Knock 'em dead!
Come on, patch!
Give it all you got, kid!
Yaaaaa-hoo!
Oh! Oh.
Santa!
At least somebody
down there likes me.
Easy, boys.
Easy, now.
Easy, boys.
Whoa!
- Hello, Joe.
- Hey, how's it goin'?
Not bad.
Yourself?
I'm okay, I guess. I was afraid
you'd forget about me.
Well...
At least I've got
one good friend left.
Are you kidding? I'm your
pal for life! Honest!
Oh, hey, there was this weird
guy on television. Some patch--
I know about that.
That's all right.
Then it's cool, then?
Yeah.
Hiya, blitzen. Hey, donner,
how's it goin', man?
- Hey, comet!
- All right.
- Coming?
Neat!
Oh! I almost forgot.
- For me?
- For you.
A present?
Aw, gee, thanks!
Excellent!
Did corny get something?
The, um, little girl.
Oh! Are you seeing
a lot of each other?
Actually, yes. Actually.
Well, of course she's gonna get a present.
She writes a nice letter.
She asked for a toy piano.
Well, come on.
Huh?
What about the, uh, "yo"?
Oh, right. Yo!
All right, donner!
All right, blitzen!
All right, everybody!
Ho-ho-ho!
Here we go! Ha-ha-ha!
Ho-ho-ho!
Don't you want to try it?
I certainly do not.
Well, it would be a shame
to let it go to waste.
Do you mind if I take it?
I don't care.
Mmm!
Mmm!
Ohhh!
Oh, look at me!
I feel just like Mary poppins!
Okay, man, come on.
Do your worst, huh?
Come on. You can't get past me,
sucker. Come on! Come on!
Oh, yeah,
you can't get past me.
Kid, come on, give me that ball!
Hey, what you doin'?
Hey!
Wow! I don't believe it!
You're cute.
Here he is,
ladies and gentlemen.
The man of the hour.
Ask him anything.
Tell us how you make it.
Can you, please?
What's in the lollipops,
Mr. patch?
Well, it's--
all natural ingredients.
- No additives whatsoever.
- Who did your outfit?
Uh, goober, actually. He's
head of the sewing department.
Mr. patch, has the space
agency contacted you yet?
Who?
The astronauts.
Oh. No, they'll have
to write to Santa claus...
Just like the other
boys and girls.
Uh, what we want--
what we want...
Is to bring joy
and happiness...
To all the little children
of this world.
And that's why
I'm proud to announce...
That, beginning today,
my pal patch here...
Is exclusive with b.Z. Toys!
What about the fact that the senate
subcommittee on toy safety...
Cited this company
with 15 separate--
no more questions!
No more questions.
No more questions.
What's this about the senate subcommittee?
Just typical newspaper garbage.
Don't take it seriously. And what was
that business about our future plans?
The future is ours, patch.
But I'm going back to the north pole.
Says who?
Well, nobody yet. But now Santa
claus has seen what I can do.
I'm sure he's gonna send
for me to come home.
Why would you want to do that? What does
the north pole have that New York doesn't?
Ice and polar bears--
and Santa claus
and my friends.
All right, all right.
I'll tell you what.
Just do me one favor
before you go.
- No, I can't. I've gotta go back.
- No, no, no, no.
Not for me.
For them, patch.
- Well, who?
- Am I right?
Something...
Something for them.
Something
for all the children...
Of this miserable old world.
So how about it?
Will you do it?
What is it? This stardust--
this reindeer cornflakes--
whatever it is that made
the children walk on air--
wh-wh-what would happen if you were
to juice up the formula a bit?
Just make it stronger?
Well, it's elf-explanatory.
I mean, it would make them fly.
Yeah, fly.
Fly? Fly? Fly?
You mean, like, fly?
Like fly high in the sky.
And could you do that before you go?
Yes, but I--
patch. It wouldn't
take you long, would it?
Lollipops?
No, no!
No, we did that already.
That's yesterday's news.
The consumer needs
a new model.
Well... candy canes?
Candy canes.
Mm-hmm.
Of course. Patch!
You are some terrific elf!
I mean, I could convert the--
I could convert the machines...
To do candy canes, and in a week
or two, and then I suppose--
we can launch the ad campaign tomorrow.
Strike while the iron is hot!
I can promise delivery
in, say, three months.
Three months?
But it's a year to Christmas.
When you've got a hit
like we have, patch,
the people don't want to wait a whole
year; They're dying for a sequel!
A sequel.
That's it.
We'll bring it out
on march 25,
and we'll call it...
Christmas ii!
Christmas ii?
Maybe the whole idea
is no good anymore.
What are you talking about?
What idea?
Christmas.
Claus!
The world is a different
place now, Anya.
You don't see it.
The people
don't seem to care...
About giving a gift...
Just so they can see the light
of happiness in a friend's eyes.
Just--
just doesn't feel
like Christmas anymore.
Maybe this fellow b.Z.
Is smarter than I am.
Maybe I'm--
maybe I'm just
an old fool.
Hi.
Hi. Come up, quick.
You're burning up!
I'll be all right.
You stay out there, and you'll
be dead is what you'll be.
You're staying here!
I'm what? There's an empty
room in the basement.
Nobody ever goes down there.
Oh, please, Joe.
Just till you get better.
Well... all right.
But just till I shake this.
It's, uh, a new doll.
A doll.
Children ought to like it.
Does it fly?
It, uh... wets.
Towser! Good lord, man!
3:00 in the morning!
Haven't you ever heard of the telephone?
I couldn't use the phone.
It's perfectly easy, towser. You just pick up
the receiver and dial all the little numbers.
I didn't dare
use the phone, b.Z.
I couldn't take the chance of
anyone hearing. Hearing what?
Shhh!
Hearing what?
Are we alone? My niece and
her nanny are fast asleep.
All right. Good.
Come on. Come on.
Here.
Ninety-nine.
You still have a temperature.
Four dopey points!
Big deal!
More liquids. That's what you need.
More vitamin c.
Come on. Let's go get
some orange juice.
Oh, towser, with you it's
always some new melodrama.
Well, let me tell you, my friend,
tonight, nothing can upset me.
The money's coming in so fast, you'd
think we were printing it ourselves!
But, but, b.Z.--
do you realize
what this means, man?
Santa claus is finished!
I'm taking over Christmas.
By next December,
they'll be writing to me!
B.Z.
What the hell--
towser, take that way!
Oh! Oh!
Come on with me, young man!
Let me go!
How did you get in here? Who
are you, anyway? Let me go!
Towser! Towser!
- You little brat!
- Who is this kid?
- Some damned little sneak!
- I heard what you said!
You ain't never gonna
beat Santa claus! Never!
I'll tell him, and he'll beat you!
Park this kid on ice!
I'll deal with him later.
Shut up!
B.Z., we've got to talk.
Have you ever had one of those nights
when you just want to drop a bomb?
Some damn kid in my basement, you waltzing
into the house in the middle of the night--
by the way, towser, what the
hell did you want, anyway?
It's the candy canes. They're dangerous.
What about 'em?
What the hell are you talking about?
This patch guy--
he told me he keeps that secret
ingredient in cold storage...
Because it comes from the north pole.
Uh-huh.
So we started manufacturing
the candy canes. Uh-huh.
- It's a very powerful mixture, you know?
- Uh-huh.
So I just assumed I should refrigerate
them too. Get on with your story!
Stop giving me all these short sentences and
making me go "uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh"..
Like some kind of a moron!
Uh-huh.
I had to move one of the batches of candy
canes to another part of the factory.
I left a box next
to a radiator in the lab.
- And?
- There's no more lab.
The candy canes
exploded!
They react to extreme heat
and turn volatile.
We've got to stop this.
Stop? Are you insane?
We've got millions of dollars pouring
in every day, most of it in cash.
Cash, man!
Small, unmarked bills.
B.Z., this stuff
can kill people.
Are you going soft on me?
No, I'm not going--
listen, you idiot.
Who else knows about this?
Nobody.
What about patch?
He was asleep.
He didn't hear anything.
Don't tell him.
Don't tell anybody.
B.Z., these are children
we're talking about.
Yes. And who appreciates
them better than I?
These... industrious
little boys and girls...
Saving all their
nickels and dimes...
To get the magic candy canes
I promised them.
They'll get
what they paid for.
If these people are so reckless as
to have radiators in their houses--
reckless?
Towser,
how does Brazil
sound to you?
Brazil?
Brazil.
Sandy beaches,
tropical breezes,
big rum drinks
with pineapple in them,
senoritas
in string bikinis,
and-- oh, yes--
no extradition proceedings.
You mean--
you and me, Eric.
We'll take the cash...
And let the elf
face the music.
Listen, kid. You wanna
die on me when I'm gone?
Be my guest.
Dear Santa, you've gotta help.
Joe's been taken prisoner
by a very bad man.
I'm sorry to say
he's a relation of mine.
Cornelia, what are you doing? You're
ten minutes late for breakfast.
I'm coming.
Just what I thought.
I think we should prepare the first shipments
of pine wood as early as April this time.
Don't you agree, Santa?
What's this?
Looks like a letter.
In January?
A bit early for next
Christmas, isn't it?
It's familiar writing.
- Saddle up the reindeer! - But it's
only two weeks since they've been out.
This can't wait.
Ah! Just the elves I want to see.
Hitch up the reindeer.
We're flying out at 1900 hours!
That's what we came to tell you.
It's comet and cupid.
What about them?
- They've got flu.
This would have to happen now. Well,
I'll have to make do with six.
Get them ready.
Feed them.
Little Joe needs me.
But, boys...
We have got ourselves
one heck of a problem here.
Our little friend Joe
is in trouble.
If we don't help him, I don't even
like to think of what can happen.
Now, listen.
I know we're two men
short today.
But this time...
You've got to fly
like the wind.
Can you do it for me?
Can you do it
for little Joe?
Sure you can!
- All right, men.
Give me that extra effort.
I'm counting on you.
Yo!
Come on, blitzen!
Come on!
My gosh!
What are you doing down here?
As if you didn't know!
Me?
Yeah, you!
You ruined Christmas! But I never did.
What are you talking about?
He said that kids didn't like him no more!
You don't even know Santa claus.
Do so!
Do not!
He said I was his only
friend left, you dumb punk!
But I-- I was just-- I just wanted him
to see what a good assistant I could be.
He's seen what you are.
You're a dumb, stupid idiot,
stink-face creep who made the
kids hate the best guy ever!
Hey, what is this? Give me that!
It's mine!
Where did you get it?
He gave it to me.
See, I told you
I was his best friend.
My elf-portrait.
He does like me after all.
Huh?
Come on, kid.
Where are we going? We're
going to the north pole.
We'll both go. And for once, we'll
bring Santa claus a present.
It's you!
Thank heavens!
How is he?
I don't know.
Where is he? My step-Uncle's got him.
Those candy canes--
shhh.
Tell me on the way.
They exploded? That's what they said.
When they got hot.
I called the police, but
I don't think they believed me.
We've got to hurry.
Come on, boys!
Enough here to take care of all next year's
Christmas orders. Santa claus can take a year off.
His first vacation. Won't that be great?
Yeah, neat.
Oh, wow!
Yeah, good, huh?
- Ahhh!
- Put your seat belt on.
Hey, this is neat!
Yeah.
It's them! Both of them! Oh, no!
What is it? Look. The candy canes!
They're in the car with 'em.
Patch doesn't know
they explode.
Fly, boys!
Fly like the wind!
Fly like you've never flown before!
Come on!
Okay, we know you're up there.
Now, come on down
with your hands held high!
Unit 71, are you 10-4?
Let's go.
Open up! Police!
- We know you're in there!
- We'll kick the door!
- We're comin' in! Hold it!
Whoa. Whoa!
Whooooaaaaah!
What the--
oh, this is neat!
I can do anything with
this car I want. Watch.
- Fly, boys!
- Can't they go any faster?
They usually get a year's rest.
They're doing their best.
Fly!
Come on, boys!
Oh, wow!
Ohhh!
Come on!
That's it, boys!
Come on, now!
Come on!
That's the way.
That's the way. Come on.
That's my good boys.
Come on!
Yippee!
Oh, my gosh!
Joe! Joe!
Come on, boys!
That's patch in there!
If you love him like he loves
you, give it all you got!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on, blitzen!
Come on, donner!
Can we go higher?
Of course, Joe.
Something's happening!
Patch! Oh, no!
Do something! The super-dooper looper.
It's the only way.
Come on, donner!
You can do it!
I know you can do it!
Come on! Faster!
Come on!
Faster!
What's going on?
Here we go! Hang on!
Here we go!
Give it all you got!
Come on, now! Come on!
Hah! Hah!
Come on, donner!
Come on! You can do it!
Santa! It's Santa!
Santa! Aah!
All right!
Santa!
Dash it away, donner!
Dash it away!
Joe!
Oh! Oh, my boys!
I've seen some reindeer in my time,
but you're the best, the best!
We did it! We did it!
Ha-ha-ha!
Well done, donner!
Way to go, donner!
Patch, this is corny.
Corny, meet patch.
Hi, corny.
Nice to meet you, patch.
Yeah.
What about corny?
Can I stay? Just till next Christmas.
Please?
And you can give her
a lift home next year.
Well, dooley? As if I
don't have enough to do.
Now I'm going to have to be
a school teacher.
School?
School?
Hey! What's going on?
Let-- let me down!
It's Christmas
all over the world tonight
it's Christmas
all over the world
all my life
I learned if I was good
did everything I should
that dreams
would all come true
I can see
a special time when we
join hands around one tree
and make Christmas
last forever
when Santa's flying
in his magic sleigh
goes all around the world
in just a day
from the north pole
to the Southern tip
he makes his trip
with love to give away
in his sleigh
it's Christmas
all over the world tonight
all over the world
it's Christmas
all over the world
it's Christmas
all over the world tonight
all over the world
it's Christmas
all over the world
it's Christmas
all over the world tonight
all over the world
it's Christmas
all over the world
it's Christmas
all over the world tonight
all over the world
it's Christmas
all over the world
it's Christmas
all over the world tonight
all over the world
it's Christmas
all over the world