- Yes!
Winter break has
officially begun!
Goodbye, backpack.
Hello, couch back.
- This is the last time
you'll see me in pants
'til New Year's.
- And of course,
what would the holidays be
without daring Dicky
to lick the frozen mailbox?
- [muffled]
So uncool, guys.
- Okay, fun time's over.
Let's talk
gift-snooping strategy.
So...
Where do you think Mom and Dad
hid the presents this year?
- [muffled] Attic.
- What?
- [muffled] Attic!
- Wait a minute.
What about the attic?
- Ricky, you're a genius.
- [muffled] That's what I
said!
- I hope Mom and Dad
got us a Maxbox.
- I know; last year's gaming
system is so two years ago.
All: Ooh.
- Jackpot.
All right, Nicky...
Work your magic.
- Socks.
Picture frame.
[sniffs]
Personalized mugs.
- What?
- What are we, teachers?
- Guys, my snooping senses
are tingling.
All: Yeah?
- There's no Maxbox here.
- If there's no Maxbox,
what's the point
of having Christmas at all?
[bells jingling]
- No, no, no.
I see four children
who just made the naughty
list.
All: Santa?
- We're sorry.
We just really wanted a
Maxbox.
All: Dad?
- Yeah, just trying on
the old suit.
Can't let the kids
at the store down.
They look forward to it
every year.
Everybody loves Santa.
He's jolly and fun!
[all agreeing]
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!
By the way,
you're all in a lot of
trouble.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- [whistling melody]
♪ ♪
[rhythmic clapping]
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
- [whistling melody]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na-na ♪
♪ Na, na, na, na,
na-na ♪
- ♪ One, two ♪
- ♪ Na, na, na ♪
- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪
[bells jingling]
- I can't believe you kids
were snooping for presents.
- I can't believe this is
the first year you've caught us.
- You're ruining
the magic of Christmas
and breaking Santa's heart.
- Honestly, I don't even know
how to punish you for this.
- You should probably
take away some of our
presents.
- Like the personalized mugs.
- That'll teach us.
- Okay, look,
we're really sorry we snooped,
but isn't not getting a Maxbox
punishment enough?
- Don't worry.
The real Santa
will bring us one.
- With your
gimme-gimme-gimme attitude,
that would be
a Christmas miracle.
- You know what else
would be a Christmas miracle?
- If you sounded
a little less jolly
while you punish the children.
- Okay, well, your Mom's
gonna take all the fun
out of this for me.
But you guys have to learn
the value of a dollar.
Your mother and I work hard
to get those gifts,
and all you care about
is what you're not getting.
- Your father's right.
And I think that
is the perfect punishment.
The four of you are gonna
spend your winter break
working at the store.
All: What?
- Great, now I have
to wear pants.
- Sorry, kids,
but you just joined the ranks
of the working class.
Merry Christmas!
[all groan]
- Okay, bright side.
Mom and Dad
are gonna pay us,
so maybe we can make
enough money as a group
to buy our own Maxbox.
- Whew.
All: Nicky!
- What?
I'm not on the clock yet.
- Dude, you look ridiculous
in that outfit.
- Dude, you're wearing
the same thing.
- Yeah, but you look
ridiculous in it.
- Oh, looking good,
Santa's little Harpers.
- See how cute they are?
Ooh, I just love Christmas
so much!
I'm so excited I get to spend
the holidays with you guys.
I used to come here
when I was your age...
♪ And now
I get to work here ♪
- I love your Christmas spirit,
Josie.
You kids could learn
something from her.
- They already have.
Show your Mom what you're
gonna say to the customers.
Both: Drop your kids
with us to play!
Both: While you shop
for the holiday!
- Ooh, I need an elfie.
[camera clicks]
- Ho-ho-ho-ho.
Well, merry Christmas,
little Timothy.
And don't forget
your Christmas cookies.
["Joy To The World" playing]
♪ ♪
- Make way for Mrs. Claus
coming through
with reindeer cookies.
I just checked
on our little elves, Tom.
This is so good for them.
They're learning
what hard work is all about.
- Well, they don't
have to look far
to find a great role model.
- Oh, thanks, honey.
I am working really hard
cranking out these cookies.
- I was talking about me.
I'm the hardest-working man
in "snow" business.
- Please, do you know
how hard it is
to crank out all these
cookies?
And children love
reindeer cookies.
[kids cheering]
- Do you know
what they love more
than cookies
shaped like reindeer?
Real-life reindeer.
Come here, Rudolph.
Come here, little guy.
Come on.
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.
- Aww.
- They should call you
"shameless" Claus.
- No-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.
- And every kid
gets a yellow vest
so we don't lose anybody.
Our number one priority
is keeping them safe.
- Then you might want
to keep them away from Dicky.
- Don't pick your nose.
Have some class.
Let Dicky teach you
how to do a snot rocket.
- Ho, ha, no!
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Let's put you up front
at check-in and pick-up.
[sighs]
All right, you guys
are good to go.
I'm gonna go
spread Christmas cheer.
- Um, with that old thing?
- It'll get me
through the holidays.
♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪
♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪
♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪
[strings twang]
♪ I'm gonna go get more tape ♪
- Okay.
So...you elves ready
to get working?
- Yeah, we're gonna have
our Maxbox in no time.
- And all we have to do
is play with kids.
I love children.
[grunts]
[all shouting in pain]
- Longest...day...
...of my life.
- Work...is such hard work.
- I hate children.
- We are very proud
of how hard you worked today.
- Now, for the best part...
- Quads be gettin' paid!
- Cash money!
- Hello, Maxbox.
- $10 each?
Okay, that's it?
- Good-bye, Maxbox.
- Now you're starting
to understand the value of...
Cash money!
- [chuckles]
- Can you believe this?
- Yeah, it's terrible.
- Um, Dicky...
Whatcha got there?
- Parents gave me money
when they picked up their
kids.
- Oh, that's great. We
got tips!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
We didn't get tips.
Dicky got tips.
- For our work!
- And we agreed to pool our
money to buy a Maxbox
together.
- That's almost enough money
to buy your own Maxbox.
- Ooh.
I was gonna buy
some sweet foot rides.
That's what Dicky
calls shoes now.
But...
I do like the sound
of my own Maxbox.
All: What?
- You can't buy your own
Maxbox.
- Why not?
President George Jefferson
says I can.
- Grr!
- I want to
pa-rum-pa-pum-pummel him!
- Okay, easy there,
little drummer boy.
- That's our money too!
- Don't worry, guys.
Look, tomorrow,
all we have to do
is trick Dicky
out of his greeter job,
and then we get all the tips.
- Whew.
Both: Nicky!
- What, you've never seen
an angry elf
in his underwear before?
Ooh, yeah.
All: Santa, come back!
- Ho-ho-hold on, there, kids.
Santa had a little too much milk
with his cookies,
and now he needs
to go-go-go!
I don't really need to go.
Santa just needs
a little "me" time.
- I could use some "me" time.
I haven't had a break in
hours.
- [chuckling]
- What's so funny?
- Nothing, it's just,
you know...
A break, from making cookies.
You're just following a
recipe,
right?
- Just following a recipe?
Ha!
Being Santa is a vacation
compared to getting thousands
of cookies out on time.
- Oh, I think being Santa's
a little harder than baking.
Every kid is a new challenge.
I've got to fill each of them
with the Christmas spirit.
There's no recipe for that,
Anne.
- You say, "ho-ho-ho,"
and take credit for my cookies
while sitting on that
big, fat Santa butt.
- Okay, let's leave
my merry-maker out of this.
But in the spirit
of the season,
I'm gonna give you
a little gift.
I'll bake your little cookies,
and you can try being Santa.
Here.
- Deal.
Now, hand over the beard.
And you can keep the Santa-tude.
- Ooh, Mrs. Claus has claws.
Rawr.
- Dolla-dolla bills, y'all.
- Okay, time for operation...
Tricky Dicky.
Hey, can I talk to you
for a sec?
- Don't bother.
You're not gonna trick me
into leaving my post.
- Oh, you're right.
You know,
you're too smart for that.
[gasps]
Ooh, look, a really cute girl
over there.
- Ooh, Dicky likey!
- It's almost too easy.
I'll take first shift.
- Uh, no.
I'll take first shift.
- [laughs]
No.
I'm the one who tricked him.
I'll take first shift.
- There's a simple way
to settle this.
Whoever calls dibs.
Dibs!
- Really?
I was the one who got him.
[all shouting]
- ♪ Dashing through the snow ♪
♪ In a one-horse open sleigh ♪
♪ O'er the fields we go ♪
♪ Now I cannot play,
ha-ha-ha ♪
Just...
[laughs]
- Stop.
Stop!
It's not like any of us
are gonna pull a Dicky--
pocket the money
and buy our own Maxbox.
- Yeah, we trust each other,
right?
- After all, it is Christmas.
-All: Every quad for themselves!
[all clamoring]
- Call me.
She already memorized
my number.
Okay, you guys can clear out.
I'm back.
- You leave it, you lose it.
- No.
- Okay, I got here first!
[all shouting]
[shouting continues]
- Guys, stop!
Fighting's getting us nowhere.
Okay, there are four kids
left.
How about we each take one
and keep the tip?
- Um...there are only
three kids left.
- Well, where'd that
Frankie kid go?
- That little meatball
must have rolled away!
- This is not good.
If anybody finds out
we lost a kid, we'll get
fired,
and none of us
will get a Maxbox.
- Okay, emergency quaddle.
Okay, Dicky, Ricky,
you find Frankie.
Nicky and I will stay here
and watch the kids, all right?
Break!
Oh, hey, kids.
So what do you guys
like to do for fun?
- Watch the elf boy dance.
- Ow!
- Okay.
Keep on dancing!
- Okay.
Who's next?
[gasps]
Well, hello, cute little girl.
What would you like
for Christmas this year?
- A slingshot!
- Oh, a--
can you think of a safer toy?
- You sound like my Mom.
- Oh, really?
Well...
No cookies for you.
- [screams]
["Joy to the world" playing]
[screaming]
- Okay, step one...
[chuckles]
Pre-heat oven to 350.
Ooh, it sounds exhausting.
[chuckles]
Well, if you can't
stand the heat...
[screams]
Get me out of the kitchen!
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Gah!
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Minor setback.
There.
I can still read...
Some of it.
Okay, uh...
Is that "baking soda"
or "bake with soda"?
Probably soda.
Everybody loves soda.
- [grunting]
- Oh, no.
Frankie's Mom
is headed this way.
Oh, here.
Hey, Mrs. Cupertino.
How's the shopping going?
- Good, I've just come to check
on my little Frankie.
- Oh, he's great!
Oh, look at him over there,
playing like little kids do.
- Easy there, cowboy Billy .
- So just keep shopping.
Frankie's fine.
Oh, look, camping stuff!
- No, no, I just don't think
you realize
what a huge responsibility
a real pony is.
Okay, okay, you know
what will make you feel
better?
Some cookies.
Ugh.
[muttering]
[pounding]
Aw, come on!
♪ All ye faithful ♪
♪ Joyful and triumphant ♪
[pounding]
- There he is.
- Boys, stop right there!
- Dad?
- No, no, it's Mom.
And I am losing it up here.
It's a really tough crowd,
and I need more cookies.
- No problem.
We're headed in the kitchen
anyway.
- No, there's no time!
I have an emergency stash
in the storeroom.
Okay, it's just that way.
- But--
- Just go!
♪ Oh, Christmas tree ♪
♪ How lovely are your... ♪
- Oh, no, he's headed
for the kitchen.
Hold down the fort!
- I'm tied to the fort!
- Okay.
No, no.
No!
[muttering]
[groans]
- Dawn.
- Huh!
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
- Good, I need your help.
But don't tell your mother.
Can you make anything out
on this card?
- Uh...
It says here you have to...
Sing.
Sing Christmas Carols...
To the cookies
while baking them.
- Really?
- Yep, alone.
- I'm not singing
to the cookies.
♪ Hark how the bells,
sweet silver bells ♪
♪ All seem to say
throw cares away ♪
♪ Christmas is here,
bringing the cheer ♪
♪ To young and old,
meek and the bold ♪
- ♪ Ding dong ding dong,
that is their song ♪
♪ With joyful ring,
all caroling ♪
♪ One seems to hear
words of good cheer ♪
♪ From everywhere,
filling the air ♪
♪ Oh, how they pound,
raising the sound ♪
♪ O'er hill and dale,
telling their tale ♪
♪ Gaily they ring,
while people sing ♪
♪ Songs of good cheer,
Christmas is here ♪
♪ Merry merry merry
merry Christmas ♪
♪ Merry merry merry
merry Christmas ♪
- So, Toby, what do you want
for Christmas?
- To give Santa a present.
- Oh!
Oh, that is so sweet.
And what do you have for
Santa?
- [grunts]
Don't look at me, Santa!
- Oh.
Oh!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no!
No!
Ahh!
- Bad news, Mom.
Some animal must have gotten
into your emergency cookies.
It's empty.
- Maybe we have rats.
- Or a sneaky little reindeer.
- Why aren't you guys
looking for Frankie?
- We were looking for cookies.
- At a time like this?
Okay, his mother's
going to be looking for him.
- Here comes Josie.
Play it cool.
- Hey, guys, where's Frankie?
Nicky said you took him
to see Santa.
- Santa?
- Doesn't ring a jingle bell.
- Oh, no, you guys
didn't lose him, did you?
- I wouldn't say, "lose."
I'd say, "lost,"
'cause it's already happened.
- Oh-oh-oh-oh!
And here comes Frankie's Mom.
She trusted us with her child.
And I trusted you.
- We need a Christmas miracle.
- ♪ Merry merry merry
merry Christmas ♪
♪ Merry merry merry
merry Christmas ♪
♪ Ding-dong ♪
[bell dings]
Oh, they're ready.
Well, they smell good.
[laughs]
Oh, holy night.
They're delicious.
- There you are.
- And there you are.
- Frankie's Mom in the village.
- Woot-woot!
- Where's my Frankie?
- Here's a present, Santa!
- Oh!
- Merry Christmas!
- Oh, this is
quite the stocking stuffer.
- So where is he?
- Dicky!
- Is that a...
- Just get rid of it.
- Yule log, coming in hot.
[dramatic Christmas music]
♪ ♪
["Joy to the world" playing]
- The truth is,
your little Christmas miracle
is right here.
- I think this calls for
a little holiday miracle
music.
Be right back.
- Well, he looks like
he had a blast.
Here you go, kids.
Thank you,
and merry Christmas.
- Whoa.
- You know,
if we combine our tips,
we can afford one Maxbox
right now.
Agreed?
Both: Agreed.
- Agreed.
- [groans]
[chuckles]
Look how happy they are.
Santa was a big hit this year.
- Hmm, and so were your
cookies.
- [laughs]
- This is what Christmas
is all about, Tom.
- Yeah, I guess we kind of
lost track of that.
- Hmm.
Yeah.
Can we switch back now?
I hate being Santa so much!
- I never want to bake
another cookie again.
- Who's ready
for some holiday cheer?
♪ Deck the halls
with boughs of holly ♪
♪ Fa-la-la-la-- ♪
Oh, what's the point?
- ♪ ♪
- Guys, thank you so much,
but you didn't have to do
this.
- We were gonna spend
our money on a Maxbox,
but we figured
it was better spent
on someone who's trying
to spread Christmas cheer.
- Hey, our kids
learned a lesson.
It's a Christmas miracle!
- Show us what you got,
little strummer girl.
- All right, here we go.
- Go, Josie.
♪ We... ♪
All: ♪ Wish you
a merry Christmas ♪
♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪
♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪
♪ And a happy new year ♪
♪ Good tidings we bring ♪
♪ To you and your kin ♪
♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪
♪ And a happy new year ♪
[dog barking]
- Hey, it's snowing!
[bells jingling]
♪ Hark how the bells,
sweet silver bells ♪
♪ All seem to say
throw cares away ♪
♪ Christmas is here,
bringing the cheer ♪
♪ To young and old,
meek and the bold ♪
♪ Ding dong ding dong,
that is their song ♪
♪ With joyful ring,
all caroling ♪
♪ One seems to hear
words of good cheer ♪
♪ From everywhere,
filling the air ♪
♪ Oh, how they pound,
raising the sound ♪
♪ O'er hill and dale,
telling their tale ♪
♪ Gaily they ring,
while people sing ♪
♪ Songs of good cheer,
Christmas is here ♪
♪♪
- ♪