(Thunder crashing)
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(Screaming)
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(Wolf howling)
DRACULA: Welcome, my friends, to a new Creepmas season.
Can you hear Mavis shouting? It's for a good reason.
Last call for Creepmas lists!
Pfft. Why bother?
Last year, all Krampus sent me back was this.
"Dear Klaus... Whatevs. Krampus."
Wow, that is a little... brief.
But to be fair,
you're you, so...
Bah!
Now that you mention it,
my letter last Creepmas was kinda weak too.
Same!
I accidentally ate mine,
but if I had it, I'd say "me too."
Really? That's so weird.
What?
Half of them are just drawings of stick figures
with a thumb's down.
(Whimpering) Okay.
I admit Krampus
may have been a little off his game last year.
But these lists are a tradition! C'mon, guys!
She's right!
Let's do this!
Anyone know when lunch is?
(All cheering)
PEDRO: Lunch at some point!
And true to her word, Mavis sent all the mail.
Then waited each night for replies without fail.
But when Creepmas Eve finally rolled around,
her high hopes in Krampus came crashing back down.
And as Mavis thawed out,
she wondered what could be the reason
for Krampus' silence this horror‐day season.
But then, an idea slithered into her mind.
She'd write the letters, but "From Krampus", she'd sign!
"To my dearest friend, Valentino Swampthing.
"Thanks for your list! I know just what to bring."
"Excellent penmanship, Penny Centaur!
"I'll deliver what you asked and perhaps even more!"
Then Mavis was prouder than ever before!
Shame she missed Klaus hiding behind that door.
(Snickering)
You'd think my evil snickering would give me away.
Because he thought he'd write a few notes of his own,
correspondence so vile, it could chill to the bone!
"Billy Chupacabra Junior, you make me wish I retired sooner."
(Giggling)
"Jennifer Bigfoot, I've watched you since birth,
"and wouldn't bring gifts if you were the last monster on Earth."
(Cackling)
(Yelping)
Some still got Mavis notes,
but Klaus wrote the rest,
which made for a horrible,
monster‐sized mess.
(Barking)
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Guys! Guys! Slow down!
What's with them?
"Greetings dear Winnie, Princess of the Orcs.
"Now I get why villagers carry... pitchforks?"
Whoa! Krampus' claws are out this year!
(Yowling, coughing)
Oh, I cannot pull that off.
Hey! I didn't write that!
Yeah, no doy, Krampus did.
Right! Sure! That's what I meant!
I mean...
I may have written some response letters from Krampus,
so the kids wouldn't be sad this year.
But I didn't write this! It's totally mean!
If I didn't know any better, I'd think it was written by...
(Klaus cackling)
Klaus.
Ahh!
What did you do?!
Hey! Easy! I just did a few.
I didn't want to miss out on the fun
of impersonating an all‐powerful monster celebrity!
I wasn't "impersonating" Krampus!
I was just‐‐ wait, was I impersonating Krampus?
(All making non‐committal noises)
Yes.
Oh no. Krampus is gonna freak out!
Oh, relax.
So, you made a mockery of a cherished Creepmas institution,
big deal! Krampus is a kagillion miles away.
What's he gonna do?
Ahh!
(Engine rumbling)
Ah! It's the Krampus mobile.
(Both screaming)
Mavis!
(Both screaming)
Well, at least that's two less for my Creepmas shopping.
(Mavis screaming)
(Both screaming)
(Inhaling deeply)
(Both screaming)
As the cousins arrived inside Krampus' cave,
they both did their best to show they were brave.
(Gasping)
(Growling)
She did it! It was all Mavis! I swear!
(Sobbing)
Why if it isn't the young Ms. Dracula?
Did we not have a problem last Creepmas too, my dear?
(Chuckling nervously) Um, more of a...
Creepmas misunderstanding?
And now you're impersonating a holiday hero.
One of the worst known offenses under monster law.
But I wasn't impersonating anybody!
I just wanted to make the kids at the hotel
feel better after you‐‐
After I what?
Mavis, maybe we just let this slide?
Ugh! Maybe if you just did your job,
I wouldn't have had to write any letters in the first place!
Did my job?!
Ahh! (Whimpering)
What I mean is that monster kids across the underworld
look forward to Creepmas all year long.
But lately, it seems like... you don't.
Do you have any idea what it's like
to do the same thing for thousands of years?
I've written more letters than you could even comprehend!
And good letters too!
But it's so much work!
So, I skipped it. Sue me.
Well, if you're gonna start cutting out
Creepmas traditions whenever it suits,
you might as well just cancel the whole thing!
Why you... you...
You are exactly right.
I am?
She is?
Oh, absolutely!
After all, I'm decades overdue for a little R&R
in the most terrifying place in the universe ‐
The Red Castle.
Thanks, kids!
I never would have thought to cancel Creepmas without you!
Catch you on the flippity!
Eh, that wasn't as bad as I thought it was gonna be.
C‐c‐cancelled?
So with Creepmas called off, Mavis flew like a flash,
as her cousin behaved like a bad diaper rash.
Wonder where the big fella
keeps all the toys around here, anyway.
(Chuckling)
Oh, no. This is really, really bad!
And of course Klaus didn't fly back with me.
I guess he had more important things to do.
(Straining) All mine!
Every Creepmas present in the underworld belongs to Klaus!
(Laughing) Oh!
(Panting) You guys‐‐
BOTH: Shh!
You guys saw me get batnapped by Krampus
and you're not even a little interested in what happened?!
Sorry, Mavis. We're watching Creepmas specials on TV.
And you know they're the best written episodes of the season.
(Beeping)
ANNOUNCER: We interrupt this Creepmas program with a special report.
From Transylvania, the news, apparently official,
Creepmas cancelled at 3 a. m. Monster Time.
No word yet on who might be at fault.
Krampus is currently unavailable for comment.
Sorry.
Look, Mavis, we get you were just trying to help,
but this is bad, like really bad.
You need to apologize to Krampus and fix this!
I know! But... (Sobbing)
...he said he's going to...
The Red Castle.
(All gasping)
Wait. What's the Red Castle?
I have never heard of that.
Sounds like some kind of... castle.
It's the most terrifying place in the underworld!
A place filled with the tortured screams of forsaken souls
unlucky enough to find themselves trapped!
(Panting)
Well, good luck with that!
Ugh!
(Thunder crashing)
(Children giggling)
(Shuddering) It's even worse than I thought!
(Sighing contentedly)
The delighted screams of infants ‐
could anything be more skin‐crawlingly horrifying?
Yeah.
Uh, hi, Mr. Krampus, sir?
I want to apologize for what I said before.
I didn't mean to suggest earlier
that I knew more about Creepmas than you.
After all... Krampus IS Creepmas.
Ehh.
I just love the holidays so much!
I couldn't help but try to make it special
for our littlest guests.
DRACULA: And then Mavis launched
into her very best shtick,
kissing rear end so hard, it'd make a butt monster sick.
Thus, you can see how delivering your gifts
is really our only option here.
KIDS: Wow.
Time to get back to work?
Mmm...
Nah. I'm good.
Oh.
Contrary to optimistic reports,
Creepmas is still cancelled.
That's right. No visit from Krampus this year, kids.
(Sobbing)
We should probably go try to make her feel better.
Might as well. This is starting to get sorta ugly anyway.
(Sobbing)
(Sighing) Dad...
(Sobbing)
Come on, Mavis. It'll be okay.
Yeah! I didn't want Creepmas presents this year anyway.
(Whispering:) Obviously, I don't mean that.
I love Creepmas
and I'll never forget what she's done here, ever!
Ugh! What was I thinking with those letters?!
I'm no Krampus!
Or! What if you are Krampus, hmm?
(Gasping) He's a shape shifter?!
I knew she looked weirder than usual!
Pedro, No! I mean,
what if Mavis filled in and delivered all Krampus' gifts?
Hey! I mean, you are a Dracula.
If any monster could pull it off, you could!
But I don't know anything about delivering toys!
I don't even have a Creepmas Cannon
to fire presents under the bone tree!
Pfft! Use your imagination, kid!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
(Screaming)
See? Easy queasy.
(Hank screaming)
Ooh! I think Hank hit something.
Uh, whatever it is, it's headed right for us!
Ho‐ho holy night!
(Crashing)
(Straining)
Uh, guys? Do I have something on the back of my head?
ALL: Uh...
Really feels like something's back there.
(Straining)
Ooh!
Wow! (Chuckling)
Rough landing! Ho‐ho‐ho!
You kids okay?
That... depends on who's asking?
Really? (Chuckling)
Kids! It's me! Santa!
Uh, Santa Claus? No?
Seriously? Kris Kringle?
Father Christmas?
Old Saint Nick? Ho‐ho‐ho‐ho.
That's an awful lot of aliases, sir.
Who are you hiding from?
Okay, well look,
I gotta deliver a whole bunch of presents tonight, so I'll just‐‐
Wait, really? Us too!
Where do you have to deliver these presents?
Um... across the whole world?
No way! Us too! This is so weird!
One more thing ‐
do you stash emergency sticks of meat in your tube socks?
Mmm, mmm.
I think I just made a really good friend!
That's great, Pedro.
But just because some beard‐o is in a similar jam,
it doesn't mean we're any closer to saving the day.
I mean, sure, the Wendy slingshot is great,
but we don't even have any toys to deliver!
(Klaus laughing)
(Laughing)
(Screaming)
(Whimpering)
Okay. So... we've got the toys.
But we still have no way to fly around
the whole underworld in one night!
Well, you kids are welcome to ride with me.
But we need something to pull my sleigh.
But who do we know with enough energy
to pull that sled all over the world in one night?
Let 'er rip, Tiff!
Okay, pups! Time to mush!
(Barking)
You guys might want to hold on to something.
Yeah. Thanks, but I think we've gone flying bef‐‐ oore!
I'm okay.
This just in! Mavis teamed up with some beard‐o
and they're delivering gifts themselves!
You heard right!
Creepmas is back on, baby! Whoo!
Santa... It's been a long time.
For the 705th year in a row,
the award for the Best Gift‐giving Holiday Hero
goes to...
Santa Claus!
(Growling)
So, Mavis teamed up with Santa.
I guess she still hasn't learned her lesson.
Perhaps I need to teach her one.
DRACULA: Against all odds, they were back on track,
now that Mavis teamed Santa with a tiny wolf pack.
So, with the holidays no longer in much peril,
they all celebrated with a Creepmas carol!
♪ Dashing through the snow ♪
♪ In a one‐horse open sleigh ♪
♪ O'er the fields we go ♪
♪ Laughing all the way ♪
Ha‐ha‐ha.
♪ Smells make scorpions sting ♪
♪ Spirits give a fright ♪
♪ How great is it to go pillaging ♪
WENDY: Wait, aren't those car headlights?
Ho‐ho‐ho!
I'm never gonna get used to those crazy lyrics.
"Aren't those car headlights?"
No, there really are headlights!
Oh, come on. Not this guy.
(Laughing)
Go around! Go around!
I don't think he's trying to pass.
Oh, of course he is.
Krampus is delivering presents tonight too.
Not to mention annoying the Christmas stuffing outta me.
Actually...
Those are Krampus' presents
you've been delivering, aren't they.
(Crashing)
(Laughing)
(Screaming)
(Laughing)
Okay, hold on, kids!
Mush, you pups!
Mush like you've never mushed before!
Santa flew the wolf pups like an ace, through the night,
giving new meaning to the term 'dog fight'.
I can't shake him!
We're too heavy with all the passengers and gifts!
Guys! We gotta lose some weight!
What?!
Just because I tend to carry some extra provisions
in my wraps, doesn't mean I'm the problem.
Ugh. Fine.
(Drum sounding)
(Lawnmower whirring)
Ow!
Ha‐ha! It's working!
We're pulling away!
(Horn honking)
(All gasping)
(Screaming)
Look out! (Screaming)
Guys! No!
(Screaming)
I got this!
We'll be okay, Mavis!
Finish the job!
(Krampus growling)
(Krampus laughing)
(Screaming)
(Laughing)
(Growling)
(Screaming)
DRACULA: Oh no! Mavy wavy! Pull up! No eject!
Oh wait, she can fly. She'll be fine, I expect.
(Krampus growling)
Ooh, maybe not.
Ooh! Rough landing.
Not as rough as his.
(Growling)
Hey! What was that?
Can't take a little contact, son?
Okay, okay, break it up.
Ha! You think my beef is with Nick now?
Oh, ho, ho, no.
I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget,
young Dracula!
(Growling)
Ugh!
You know what? Go ahead.
I thought we had a real chance to fix this, but it's all over.
But... I was gonna kick your butt.
Sure, why not.
Or I could eat your soul!
Or cast you into the fiery pits of‐‐
Yeah. Yeah.
Whatever you're gonna do, just get it over with.
I've got like a billion apology notes to write.
Kinda ironic, huh?
Now, now, don't give up, child!
It's never too late for a Christmas miracle.
(Sighing)
It's pronounced 'Creepmas',
and in case you haven't noticed, it is too late.
No monster in the underworld
could deliver the rest of these in time.
Well, you have a point there.
No monster could deliver all these presents that fast.
Pfft. Nick, you know I fly circles around you.
Does the year 1846 ring a bell?
Oh, come on! You beat me one time!
You know I was out all night at Easter Bunny's birthday party,
Oh what a shindig‐‐
Wait, wait.
You guys realize how many gifts are left, right?
And how many countries we have to visit?
Yeah, so? What's your point?
Uh, my point is that there's no way either of you come close
to getting all these presents delivered before morning.
Im‐poss‐ee‐blay.
Listen, I know we just met,
so I'll chalk that up to inexperience.
But Santa can do anything, kiddo.
Actually, the more I get to know you two,
I can't believe either of you could deliver these presents
even if you had the whole night!
I've done this job for hundreds of years
and never had a problem till I met you!
SANTA: My delivery rate is 99.99...
That's it! We're delivering these presents!
And you're gonna watch!
Me?
Fly around the world delivering gifts and saving Creepmas?
Oh, I don't know...
okay, I'm in!
Oh, just one problem.
All good.
My Elves can be anywhere in the world in fifteen minutes.
Pfft. Elves? I've got a guy.
Oi! Brent! Wake up!
Need a little roadside assistance.
(Tools whirring)
No way.
Ha‐ha!
WENDY: Hey! Look what we found.
So? We doing this or what?
♪ Deck the halls with boughs of holly ♪
♪ Fa la la la la, la la la la ♪
♪ Eat giant bugs like they're tamales ♪
♪ Blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah ♪
♪ Don we now our gay apparel ♪
♪ Fa la la, la la la, la la la! ♪
♪ Check under the bed at your own peril ♪
♪ Blah blah blah blah blah ♪
♪ Blah blah blah blah! ♪
(Bell tolling)
So, Mavis saved Creepmas and even some face,
even though it was all her fault in the first place.
I'm really sorry about all the trouble
I caused again this year.
(Sighing)
I suppose I have to take some responsibility for this mess.
I'm so glad to hear you say that, because I'm like,
if he just wrote his letters in the first place‐‐
(Growling) Don't push your luck.
But your irresponsible meddling did have the added benefit
of reminding me why I love this job so much ‐
kicking Santa's butt!
Oh ho‐ho‐ho!
Not if I have anything to say about it, Krampy!
Come here you!
Oh, yeah! Oh! Oh! Oh!
So with the season now saved
for both living and dead,
it's almost morning and, uh...
(Clearing throat) ...time for bed.
(Both laughing)
So? What now?
I have an idea.
(Both laughing)
And so two fierce rivals became even better friends.
Are you surprised?
Creepmas spirit always wins in the end.
(Both laughing)
So, I'll leave you with a line I love to recite,
"Scary Creepmas to all and to all a good fright."
(Loud popping, air hissing)
SANTA: Hey, what gives?
KRAMPUS: Aw, come on!
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