"'Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung..."
"Stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads"
A little bit of this, and a little poof of that.
Ooh.
Hoopiddy, doopiddy, hoopiddy, doopiddy, hoopiddy, gah!
I love soup season!
Mmm.
The Calvins are back!
Oh, Mr. Coat, it is time for you to go home!
What?
Uh-oh!
It's a sneaky, sneaky, sneaky coat.
How did a horse get here?
Find whoever was in this thing!
His drones are so cool.
I mean, they would be,
if they weren't being used to try to destroy everything good.
You chew so loudly.
Okay, let's go help your dad.
Be careful and don't get caught.
Only suckers get caught!
That's when I realized I just let the love of my life fly away.
It got so dark.
Trust me, it only gets worse. The year? 1691--
No, no, the Christmas Spirit Orb. Did you see how dark it was getting?
Speaking of seeing, you're probably wondering what happened to my eye.
No. Did you notice Simon didn't even look like Santa Claus?
He didn't have that gorgeous belly, the beard and everything.
That means the Santa-fication process hasn't begun.
He hasn't put the coat on yet!
- He hasn't put the coat on. - I just said that.
No, I'm telling you, he lost the coat his very first day.
It was a whole hullabaloo.
That's how we fix this.
He's not officially Santa without the coat on.
So we just find that coat, we can change all of this.
Do you think that drone can hear us?
Hey, drone!
Did you hear our plan about getting to the Santa coat before Simon does?
Yeah, it heard.
Really?
Whoever controls the Santa coat, controls the North Pole.
Oh, that stupid coat.
Uh, thank you, EN-52, you've been most helpful.
I'm EN-51.
Drones, bring me the Santa coat.
Daddy!
- I got you something! - Hey, not now, sweetie. Okay?
Daddy is this close to getting everything he's ever wanted.
We've ever wanted.
Don't you already have everything? I mean, you're Santa Claus.
Listen, honey. There's nothing wrong with wanting more. All right?
Daddy wants to be bigger than Santa Claus.
But there are these bad guys that are trying to stop him.
Why don't you do me a favor?
Go to your room and stay there. Stay there until this is all over.
But-- But maybe if they saw my gift,
they wouldn't be bad anymore and believe in the magic of Christmas.
Hey, will you just go?
I'm so sick of hearing about the magic of Christmas!
♪ We wish you a Betty Christmas We wish you a Betty Christmas ♪
♪ We wish you a Betty Christmas And a Betty New Year ♪
- Um? - Aw.
- Watch your head. - Hmm?
Yep.
- Okay. Okay. - Just used to real-world doors.
- Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm. Okay.
Noel, we came to help you save Christmas.
Who cares about Christmas?
Betty's gone and there are no more elves.
Oh, sweetheart, I am so sorry,
but you have to believe we can get them back.
Noel, we can't find my dad anywhere.
He's-- He's close. I can-- I can sense it. But I feel he's trapped.
Trapped? [distorted] Not my Santa!
All right. Let's go. Follow me.
Head!
- All right. All right. - You're all right. Okay.
Scott! Thank goodness.
- I thought you were being tortured. - I am being tortured. I am.
But it's so good to see all of you!
Some of us more than others though, right? You don't have to say who.
How di-- How did you get here?
Your Santa ghost friends were right. We do have powers.
I knew it! I knew it. Well, use your powers.
- Can you get us outta here? - No.
But Sandra can speak to animals, and I can see holes in the sky.
Uh, fun, interesting, anti-climagic 'cause we're still stuck in here.
You know you could just eat your way out?
The bars are made of licorice.
Why didn't you tell me that?
I thought we were bonding.
Bonding? With my Santa?
Hey, hey. Hey, Noel, Noel!
Buddy. Noel, Noel! Buddy!
Noel, you nitwit!
I promise I will come back and haunt you!
Look, your dumb hat didn't even work.
You're still here.
Oh.
- Oh, no. - Okay.
We can all point fingers later.
But first...
bon appétit.
Come here, coat!
Come out, come out, wherever you are, you stupid, idiotic coat!
Hey, drones, um.
I'll give a million dollars to the drone who finds the coat.
Money has no meaning to us.
Stupid drones.
Your finger was on the button, so we heard that.
Sorry. Hey, uh, any sign of the intruders?
No. But if you need foot soldiers, we know where to find some.
Foot soldiers?
- Oh. - There we go.
- Not bad. Thank you, everybody. - Mm-hmm.
- Easy as pie, right? - That was not as easy as pie.
I'm gonna need about ten minutes.
Really? I've been getting hungrier.
- I like it. - Huh.
Hey, look, the key was right here.
- Noel! - Noel!
You looked everywhere but on the desk?
- Really? - All right. We gotta find the coat.
It's close by. I can-- I can feel it.
I know, me too. I was just thinking about that.
You and I gotta have a conversation about this, but not now.
Most important thing is to find that coat.
And I say we'd do better if we all split up. Let's go.
- Oh, no. - Dibs on Santa Scott!
Ooh! Are there any red licorice jail cells?
Oh, those would be so good.
Ooh!
Oh, wow.
Okay.
Sandra, is that you?
Yes, yes, it's really me, Lewis.
You understand me?
I've always understood you, but yes, I can talk to animals now.
Which is both a dream and a nightmare because some of y'all talk a lot.
Mm-mmm.
Anyways, I really do wanna catch up.
But first I need your help finding the Santa coat before Simon gets it
and ruins Christmas.
- Okay. - Come on.
- Come on, Lewis. - Coming!
Let's go.
Oh?
Oh, hey, fellas.
Tell us where the coat is or we'll shoot.
I-I don't know where it is, but I-I can kinda feel it's nearby, but--
Just like how I feel that you're not bad drones.
You're-- You're just programmed that way.
Do not try to distract us with tender feelings.
Sorry you feel this way.
You were built to deliver joy to this world.
It-- It must be difficult. No drone deserves that.
Thank you.
Hey! Oh, I remember you and your dumb faces!
Nothing to worry about. This unknown woman poses no threat.
Unknown woman?
How dare you.
Ah.
Oh, no.
Do you know who I am?
Ha!
They call me Mrs. Claus!
Okay.
Living in the real world has been an eye-opening experience.
And I learned that everyone is going through something.
So, the best you can do is just to sit back and listen.
So, go ahead.
You get built and then you wind up at the North Pole,
and you think you hit the jackpot.
-But-- But-- - It's okay, little buddy. I know.
- Let it out. Yeah. - What the--
A-Are you talking to the drones?
They prefer UAVs, but yeah.
We're here to find the coat.
We can help you find the coat.
Huh?
You turned them friendly?
They're very considerate when you get to know them.
The coat!
It's here!
Whoa, whoa. Hey, what happened here?
The Chicago way.
Dad! There's the coat.
Oh, my gosh.
What the smoke monster?
Where have I seen this before?
I know what this is.
It is me, La Befana!
Also, I am very dizzy.
Ha!
Later.
- Oops. My bad. - Okay.
- La Befana. - Son of a biscotti!
Thank you, nutty witch lady.
- Oh. - So, Scott, help me understand.
You need this dusty old coat so that you can become Santa
- and drive me out of business, huh? - No, no, no. Don't do that.
You destroy that coat, you-you-you'll kill Christmas.
- Kill it? - Yeah!
Really? I'm the good guy here, okay?
I single-handedly saved Christmas
by allowing people to get everything they want every day.
It's not about getting, it-it's about the giving.
I think you're worried that when people hear "Christmas,"
they're gonna remember my name, not yours.
All right. You know what? No more Mr. Nice Guy.
You actually still think you're a nice guy?
To the fireplace with you.
Daddy?
Are you the bad guy?
What? No. No, Grace.
I'm-I'm creating something better for us.
Okay, honey? This is all for you.
And no, he's not a bad guy.
Even the best dads can lose our way.
Grace, what would be the best possible Christmas gift to you?
To spend time with my dad. He barely has time for me anymore.
Hey...
I think you're just about to give him the best gift ever.
If you shake it, it shows your favorite Christmas memories.
Oh, honey.
That's the first Christmas after Mom, uh--
I didn't know what I was doing, so I tried to do everything.
We were together.
That's when I knew we were gonna be okay.
Promise me, here, you'll give Grace the best life.
Oh, come on. I'm gonna give her the world.
She needs a dad. That's all.
Yeah, you-- you're right. Grace needs a dad.
Grace. I'm sorry, honey. I'm so, so sorry.
Can you ever forgive me?
If you give the coat back to the real Santa.
Oh? You mean this coat?
Where's the Orb? Where's the Orb?
Uh, I-- I don't know. I lost it somewhere.
Oh, God. Come on! We gotta find that Orb.
Oh, guys!
Come on. Look for the Orb.
Whoa. Mrs. John Wick was here.
Well, I have some untapped emotion.
No. No. No.
Oh, no.
- Oh. - I'm too late.
This is all my fault.
If you mean going loco and almost destroying Christmas, yes.
But this is on me.
I let a slight hardship get the better of me.
I became aware that the world's becoming more challenging,
and instead of stepping up, I stepped down.
How do you expect other people to hold on to the Christmas Spirit
when I let it go myself?
The buck stops here.
Oh, right, uh, uh, sorry.
Speaking of the buck, the reindeer stopped flying.
Not good timing.
- I'm on a roll. - Okay.
It took moving to the real world to know what Santa meant to me.
And I took that gift, and worse yet,
the gift of this beautiful family and the magic here, for granted.
Oh, Scott.
- I did. - Oh, Dad. Dad. Dad.
Noel, you're in this family. Come on.
Oh, La Befana, come on!
Oh!
Choksis, both of you. Let's go. Let's go.
It's the best we could do. The best we could.
We tried.
- Whoa! Something wild is happening. - Yeah, I can feel it.
- Stand back, stand back. - Me too.
Gary! [chuckles] You're alive!
I'll pie you!
Uh-oh!
Come here!
Crouton! You're back!
Sandra!
You can hang me on your bedroom wall for all I care.
Just promise me you'll never leave again!
Come here.
Edie! There you are.
- Who's Edie? - What?
- Just kidding. - Aw, oh, sweetheart, hi.
Let me get this straight.
Yeah?
Your husband went to this Yule-verse, and it was all the Santas.
- That's what he said. - All men?
- Uh-huh. - Wow!
Yeah.
I hear ya, sister.
Betty?
Has anyone seen Betty?
Betty?
- Sweet Pea? - Caramel Cone!
- Puddin' Pie! - Gum Drop.
Jelly Bean!
- Snickerdoodle! - Sugar Pie!
Honey Bunch!
That's for leaving me in the first place and making me feel sadness.
I'm sorry, Betty.
I never thought you'd lose Christmas Spirit.
You are my Christmas Spirit, Noel.
Sir, you came back
even though the Secessus Clause explicitly states invoking it is permanent.
I was hoping you'd make an exception.
Oh!
- Wow. - Thank you for coming back, sir.
It's my honor and my privilege.
We have three hours till Christmas.
Didn't take long. Already busting my snowballs.
Let's go.
You all know what happens when I put on this coat.
You become Santa again.
- Put on the coat, Dad! - Yes, Dad. Yes.
There he is. There's my big, strong, hunky Santa.
Hey!
Gross, Mom!
You know, I used to think being Santa was a one-man job,
but that's not the way Christmas works.
Christmas is about togetherness and community.
Spreading hope and joy.
And tonight we're gonna remind the world of that.
This is bad timing,
but I was thinking I might stay behind tonight. With Betty.
Oh.
I think that's great timing.
And I'm gonna be fine, 'cause I'm gonna do this with my team.
Oh, you're serious. You want us to go with you?
- All of us? - Yeah.
Oh, yes!
Um, can we buzz over the elk reserve in Wyoming?
Can we what?
- I'm already ready. - Oh, no, no.
What I meant by my team was my team. My family.
Oh, I guess you and I have a very different definition of the word team.
Well, there's no I in the word team.
There's no U in tomorrow.
Okay. Um, all right.
We need all hands on deck.
Sandra, can't believe I'm about to say this.
I want you to talk to the reindeer.
Get 'em flying again.
Cal, your apprentice program starts tonight.
I want you to make sure that bag's full of gifts.
Okay, let's move.
Uh, so, these things still work, right?
If you shake 'em, they show your favorite Christmas memories?
Yes.
Sweet, then I'd like to take some snow globes to go.
Okay, [sighs] which ones?
All of 'em.
I put Simon and Grace to sleep and sent them bye-bye.
Once again, Edie, you need a better choice of words.
Oh, right. Um...
They're safely back home.
- Thanks. - Great. Where's Cal?
- No. - What?
- Is it too much? - Too much.
Don't leave without me! I've got the gifts!
- That's embarrassing. - We'll meet him in the sleigh. Come on.
All systems go. Everyone at their stations?
All right, everyone.
We are back in business.
Woo-hoo!
I'm still not loving it, but I'll get used to it.
It's everything I've ever dreamed of.
On, Dancer! On, Prancer!
Actually, Dad, they prefer to be called Chopper, Razor, the Hoofster,
Atomic, Hotshot, Prettyboy, Airbender, and Steve.
And Steve.
To the left and-and higher, higher, higher, higher.
Cal, thank you, but I've done this before.
Oh, okay.
Okay, last stop of the night, everybody.
- Oh, guys. Come on, wake up. - Wake up.
Cal, I'm a little wiped out right now. So I'm gonna need your help on this one.
- Really, me? - Yeah.
Is that even legal?
Well, we won't tell Betty.
Betty knows, and Betty approves.
Soot!
Cal?
Oh, no. No, not Cal.
Just a confused old man looking for his home.
Buddy Cal Calvin, what are you doing?
I'm sorry.
My-My dad didn't tell me that this was your house.
I'm sort of his Santa-in-training.
Um, but...
Just as promised, m'Riley.
For your brother.
Okay.
But these are for you.
For you.
I can't believe you.
Riley, hey, I don't know what to say.
Poinsettias are my favorite.
I-I am so sorry about lying before, but--
This is the best night of my life.
Mine too. Except for less pervy reasons.
Cal, did you remember to make sure she didn't remember?
Did you remember?
Yeah. I remembered. Yeah.
What could go wrong?
- It looks like I made good on my promise. - Mm-hmm.
Twenty years later, we're finally having Christmas together.
When you put it that way...
No! I'm kidding.
It's so beautiful.
Okay. What's so funny?
Everybody's waking up now with something they didn't ask for under their tree.
What have we done?
- Sir? - Hello, Betty. What's up?
Only 364 days until Christmas, and we're already behind schedule.