This part of the room is very festive, Morris.
This has to be the best Christmas party
Fendrich has ever seen the city see!
I can't believe Sinclair has the nerve to throw a holiday party
in our shared room!
We don't share anything,
especially a room meant for sharing.
Is it even legal for her to use that room?
I looked over the contracts, boss.
Yours says she can't use it, but hers says she can use it.
She has a different contract?
You refused to share yours.
She didn't even have
the common decency to invite me to the party
so I could angrily decline!
The nerve! I have half a mind to show up late!
You were invited?
Yeah, we all were! She used to babysit me!
I'm bringing the potato salad!
Half that room is mine!
We're gonna sabotage that party
and fill Sinclair's Christmas stocking
with humiliation and defeat!
Duke, bro, you're gonna be late
for Sinclair's epic holiday rager!
Christmas parties aren't really my thing, Chief.
I'm not good with small talk, or even medium talk.
I should be patrolling the streets.
Not this year, dude! You work every holiday.
So, as a gift, we all volunteered to work tonight.
-Yeah! -You deserve it!
I was peer pressured into this.
Thank you. Maybe I'll go for a bit.
Hold up, there, Dukester.
No police work tonight.
Hand it over.
-Merry Christmas!
-Hi! -Hello!
My hat still on?
Top Hat Tom!
-How festive you look! -Thanks!
I adapted my sole defining characteristic
just for the occasion.
Is that Craig Woodman?
I wasn't sure a busy social butterfly like you
would have time for my humble little get together.
Remember. When we're finished,
this will be the worst Christmas party
Sinclair has ever seen the city see!
Now, let's sneak over and get to work.
Why do we have to crawl through the air vent?
Morris and Morris are checking invitations at the door.
If I have to go through the vent,
-we all go through the vent.
Duke, Merry Christmas!
Ooh. Sorry.
-Okay.
Well, that certainly happened.
I-I'm going over there now.
-Hello, how are you? -This just in.
Duke DeTain is not in uniform for a holiday party.
-It's great to see you off duty. -Hi, Gabby.
Honestly, I should be in uniform on duty.
I don't remember the last holiday party I went to.
Look around, it's fun.
Just relax, you know,
say "Happy Holidays!" and mingle.
"Ming-ul?"
Wow, so many complicated holiday party traditions.
Craig is standing by the door.
People are using him as a coatrack.
I'll be right back.
Now, go interrupt your regularly scheduled police work.
Uh... Hoppy Halidays!
Come on, Duke, "Hoppy Halidays?"
Focus, Duke, focus!
Now, we move to Phase Two of the plan,
infiltrate and strike before anyone knows what hit 'em.
And be careful with those elf hats.
-They're rented. -Infiltrate? Strike?
I've stumbled on a major crime!
I'm back on duty!
Luckily, Chief Wheeler didn't ask for my spare handcuffs.
Okay, first, we ruin snacks.
Vito, turn off the chocolate fondue
so it gets cold.
Cold chocolate. Copy that.
Betty, break the candy canes into pieces.
There's nothing in the world more annoying
than broken candy canes.
Right, aim high, boss.
Huh.
These crooks look like they're going to steal those snacks
and sell them illegally on the Snack Market.
Ha!
-Huh? -Uh-oh!
Well, they say the holidays are about togetherness.
No!
Chocolate-dipped peppermint sticks?
Delicious!
Mary, I must say, you've outdone yourself!
-Cool! -All right!
-Impressive! -Phew!
-Attention, please, everyone!
I'm so glad you're enjoying
my signature "Chocolate Dip Sticks,"
and now, it's time for holiday karaoke!
Shall I start us off?
Okay, Hacksaw, you're up.
Sabotage that karaoke machine.
Uh-oh, that crooked elf is messing with the wiring.
Someone could get electrocuted.
Oh, cool, can I take this one?
-Wow! -Hey, everybody!
Poppy Starr, everyone!
What's happening?
Instead of ruining the party, we've made it better!
Black is white! Up is down!
Salmon is...
-What's the opposite of salmon? -Um...
Never mind.
I'm starting to think someone is sabotaging our sabotage.
Having a not-so-merry Christmas, fake Santa?
Well, it's only gonna get worse.
I will stop you.
No, it's me who will stop you!
That won't be easy,
because the easy way is rarely the best way.
Is this Deputy Mayor Carol Yea?
What? No! It's Lieutenant Duke DeTain!
I am not Duke DeTain!
And, boy, I'm glad he's not here. Duke's really hard to stop.
But you, whoever you are, you'll never stop my plan!
Ha! We'll sabotage the photo booth.
Find the "look terrible" setting
so anyone who uses the booth will be mortified and want to leave.
Now, make me look hideous.
Photos with Santa?
Oh, me first!
I've been a good little scientist this year,
and for Christmas I want a powerful ray
that will defeat my enemies
and a less powerful ray that will make people
who just annoy me kinda itchy.
Danke schöen, Herr Claus!
Hi, Santa!
Oh, brother. What gift do you want?
Me? No. What do you want for Christmas, Santa?
Fendrich!
Sinclair!
Wait a minute... You're not Santa!
This is an invitation only party.
It's a shared space, half of which is mine.
So half of me has half a right
to be half here half as much as I want.
Thanks to your typical incompetence,
my party turned out even better than I hoped it would be.
This is far beyond my "typical" incompetence.
I would have succeeded in ruining
your pathetic little shindig
if you hadn't invited a meddling guest
who kept thwarting my thwarts!
Uh, yeah, that was me.
I'm the thwarter. Hi.
-Duke? -Sorry, see,
when I heard Fendrich and his crew talking,
I guess I heard only what I wanted to hear--
that they were planning some huge crime for me to stop
so I wouldn't have to actually join in the party.
Duke, sweetheart, that's very nice,
but this is about me and Fendrich Claus over here.
Right. I'll just, uh... I'll be over here.
So, Fendrich, if you think you can share this space with me,
let's see you beat me in the final event of the party,
the Gingerbread House Building contest.
Ha! That's the worst gingerbread house
I've ever seen.
These are just the building supplies you silly, silly man.
First, the basic structure, then twinkling lights,
a botanical garden, an indoor sprinkler system
in case of a fire.
Smart.
Yeah, well, it would be a shame if someone built a giant,
ugly gingerbread strip mall
right next to your confectionary mishmash.
I'll just build higher,
so no one sees your sugarplum atrocity.
Amazing.
I finally get what the holiday spirit is all about.
It's a time to put our differences aside
and see the best in one another.
Wrong! Christmas is a time
to put our differences together
and only see the worst in one another.
Yes, if you hadn't failed so spectacularly
at ruining my party...
And if your party was even halfway decent enough to "ruin" in the first place...
Our petty rivalry wouldn't have created something
even more spectacular for our city
than either of us could have managed on our own.
May all your Christmas wishes not come true in any way, Rachel.
And a very miserable New Year to you, Mary.