[dramatic ethereal instrumental]
[sleigh bells ringing]
[Mortin] The time is 12:10 Eastern Standard Time.
Roger that.
How many more deliveries do I have left?
[Mortin] 23 million, give or take.
Ooh, it's going to be a long night.
♪
-[bag thudding] -Oh!
[man] Hey, Santa. I cleared a spot for you.
The TV goes over the mantle.
Could have at least decorated the tree.
[upbeat orchestral instrumental]
[Morty sniffs]
All departments, check in.
-Toys? -Bag inventory's holdings. Go.
-Naughty Nice? -List compiled for last leg.
-We are a go. -Medical?
He's tired, but we're a go.
Like the pocket protector, Morty.
[Mortin] Santa, you are a go for final leg.
Try and keep it jolly out there.
Trying, Morton. I'm trying.
Roof in sight.
[suspenseful orchestral instrumental]
[Santa thudding]
I caught Santa, I caught Santa.
[Santa groans]
That's it. Coal for you.
[melancholic orchestral instrumental]
[Santa grunts]
Damn.
[suspenseful orchestral instrumental]
[window creaking]
-Shh. -Be quiet.
-That's what I'm telling you. -Shh.
♪
Santa ain't even been here yet.
Who cares, you're on the naughty list anyhow.
Grab the good stuff and be quiet.
♪
[objects thudding]
[Santa yawning]
[buzzer buzzing]
Big man's fading, guys.
How about a cookie break? That might power him up.
Good idea, Santa, you are a go for cookie break.
I repeat, go for cookies.
Cookies in sight.
Make it quick, Santa. And don't forget the milk.
Santa, I have a late addition to the naughty list.
Don't deliver the Mechano Man.
I repeat, bring back the Mechano Man.
-Copy that, Norpole. -Energy spike.
Elves, what's causing it? Caroling? Christmas pudding?
I've got several groups in Central Park singing right now,
and I've got Mariah Carey on the radio.
That could go either way.
Eh, I'm more partial to Jingle Bells.
Cut the chatter, elves, and work the problem.
-Might be a selfless act? -Unlikely.
When was the last time you saw one of those?
Could it be those cookies?
Remember the cookie surge of '77?
-That was unsubstantiated. -Doesn't matter.
Whatever it was, Santa is in good shape now.
[foreboding strings music]
Let's make it quick. And be quiet.
♪
[bauble clanging]
[child gasping]
No way! A Mechano Man action figure.
Too cool!
Stop messing around and just grab the nice stuff.
Look, a whole bag full of presents.
It's, like, endless.
Enough. Let's get out of here.
Santa?
Ho-ho-ho.
♪
[menacing trumpets]
Hey! That's my bag.
Santa's bag has been stolen. I'm tracking it.
Santa, where are the gifts?
Santa. Santa, abort. I repeat, abort.
We don't have time to get the bag.
It's my bag.
And I'm gonna get it back.
[dramatic orchestral instrumental]
[metal creaking]
[loud thudding]
Let it go, Santa. We'll send more presents.
Launch a resupply reindeer.
We're falling behind schedule.
♪
[Santa grunting]
Whoa, look out below!
[loud thudding]
Shane, Shane! Santa just came.
No, he didn't. Go to sleep.
-You're dreaming. -No, I saw him. I swear.
[Santa grunting]
Look, he ate the cookies.
That was probably mom, you know, making it look good.
Mom's not coming home until tomorrow morning.
Well, if Santa was here, where are the gifts?
Give me my bag, naughty lister!
Give me the bag and go back to the mall where you belong.
[Santa heaving]
Oh! Sorry about that.
-Did you hear that? -No, I didn't hear--
Look. It's Santa!
And he's running away.
Nothing. There's nobody out there.
Santa doesn't exist.
[woman] Vitals are off the chart.
Santa, do you read me?
I repeat, Jolly-1, what is your status?
-[Morty] Santa? -[Santa panting]
Not good, Norpole, not good.
I need a way out of this alley.
[car tires screeching]
Santa, we read you. We read you.
Stand by. We're looking into it.
[siren wailing]
Morty, there's a chimney clean out in the alley.
-Location? -It's near the dumpster.
Sending it to screen.
[computer beeping]
[siren wailing]
[Mortin] Jolly-1, there's an egress
point in the alley, it has roof access.
It's your only shot, Chris.
So, for Jiminy Cricket's sake, don't mess this up.
♪
[siren wailing]
Norpole, do you read me?
How do we make up for lost time?
[Mortin] Santa, we're going over telemetry right now.
We are way behind schedule.
There's no way you can make this up.
Kris, it's bad. Really bad.
Crumbs, we haven't lost a Christmas,
and I don't intend on having it happen on my watch.
-Work the problem, elves. -Give me the options.
[serene orchestral instrumental]
Mortin, what if we use the Aurora drive?
♪
It's too risky. Santa, remember Felix?
[Santa] I remember.
But we all knew we were going
to have to use it someday.
We will find another way.
It's our only choice. I'm preparing to make the leap.
Reverse the collectors.
Morty, I'll be fine.
Okay, Santa. Okay.
Peyton, open the dome.
[Mortin] Naughty nice. Prepare reverse polarity.
[dramatic orchestral instrumental]
[ice crumbling]
[metal clanking]
[electric static]
♪
It's beautiful.
Would you look at that.
[serene orchestral instrumental]
[dramatic orchestral instrumental]
[magical chiming]
[machinery whirring]
[Santa] Collector deployed. Energizing.
[machinery whirring]
♪
[Santa yelling]
[buzzer wailing]
Santa, do you read me? Santa, please respond.
-Santa, repeat. -I have no telemetry.
Santa, do you come in?
[dog barking]
[wind howling]
[Santa] Ho-ho-ho!
Ho-ho-ho!
Norpole, this is Santa.
-[Santa chuckling over radio] -Santa, is that you?
Tell me, how much time did we say save?
Santa, we have enough time to complete Christmas
with a few seconds to spare.
Good. I'll need those seconds.
We have to go back for one delivery.
-Santa! -It's Christmas, Morty.
Fine, make the jump
back to the apartment as our last stop.
[foreboding strings music]
[fire crackling]
[doors squeaking]
Well, that's quite the entrance, Mister...
[Supervisor] You can call me the Supervisor.
Okay. Okay, Mr. Supervisor.
What brings you here?
On Christmas Eve, no less.
[Supervisor] I have one question.
Why are you burning billions of tons of coal?
What's it to you?
[Supervisor] By my calculation, at this pace,
it will take you 100 years to melt the North Pole.
I'll take that into consideration.
[metal clanking]
♪
Where did you get this?
A little memento from my childhood.
Santa dropped it off for me when I was seven.
Were you a naughty lister, Max?
No! I was not.
But Santa gave you a lump of coal.
A decision he'll regret soon enough.
Why not today?
How?
[triumphant orchestral instrumental]
[woman over intercom] Attention, ground crew.
Please report to the hanger immediately
for Jolly-1's post flight check.
Welcome back, Santa.
Ooh.
What happened here?
We had the Dynamo stable at max power,
and then Marty plugged his phone in.
I was down to 20%, Santa.
We still need to work out some kinks on the Aurora drive.
Anyhow. Good job, Santa. Mission accomplished.
-Mission accomplished. -What's the matter?
People were horrible this year.
They expect everything.
Bigger TVs, more toys, more, more, more.
But it's like they don't care anymore.
Don't let it get you down. Things will turn around.
Maybe. Let's go thank the crew.
[slow, joyful orchestral instrumental]
Shane, look.
Santa came back for us. I knew he would.
♪
[Shane] To Sophie.
Sophie.
Sophie from Santa.
To Sophie.
I don't see anything for me.
Maybe the crooks got your presents?
Shane, look what I found.
Santa must have left this for you in the hallway.
Is that a Mechano Man?
Cool.
It is a...
well, it kind of looks like a Mechano Man.
Thanks, Mom.
Oh, don't thank me. That was from Santa.
[toy parts clanking]
[water glugging]
It was my fault.
I shouldn't have given chase to those crooks.
And losing the sack, that was--
that was just sloppy work.
I should do more.
What more can we do?
Kristmas only comes once a year.
Maybe we need to make a more concerted effort
to change the world year round.
Like, have two Christmases?
Yeah, ooh, but the Easter Bunny
thought Christmas in July was too close to his turf.
Never liked that egomaniac bunny.
No one does.
He is fluffy, though.
Mortin, those thugs I ran into were stealing presents,
on Christmas no less.
How can I just stand by and let that happen?
Let's go steal something.
No, first, we're going back for that Mechano Man action figure.
That's first.
Forget the doll, would you, Mike?
It's not a doll, Lou!
It's a superhero.
There's no such thing as superheroes.
We need to find a score, quick.
[Max] Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for coming today.
Here at Kildare Power, I believe in the future.
Today, I announce my revolutionary,
new, clean coal
power technology.
Cleaner than solar power
with zero emissions.
Which means tomorrow
will be a brighter day.
Tomorrow I will break ground
on the world's largest
clean coal power plant,
and create thousands of jobs.
What do you say we go get us a couple of those jobs,
then we rob them blind?
[upbeat orchestral instrumental]
Sophie, you can't sit with me.
It's embarrassing.
Oh, I'm sorry, are you scared
what all your friends might think?
Don't be stupid.
Look at what we've got here.
Shane's plan to rule the world?
-Hey. -No.
It's a plan for a super robot?
It's a high tech crime fighting device.
Now, give it back.
Those took me a long time to work out the details on.
Maybe you can use your super powers
on me to get them.
Can I please have my drawings back?
Well, since you asked so nicely.
-[paper tearing] -[Shane] Turd licker.
Tell me I didn't just hear that.
[people gasping]
Who did that?
If I find out who did that,
I'm going to kill you.
You're lucky this time, super nerd.
[melancholic orchestral instrumental]
[music swells]
Honey, what are you doing out here?
Why are you in your flight suit?
[Santa sighing] I'm not sure.
Thanks to the elves, I have eternal life,
and what I do with it?
I act jolly and deliver gifts once a year.
But that's what we do.
Oh, I know, I know.
I'm just tired of hiding out here all year
while naughty listers run free.
I should be doing more.
You're too hard on yourself.
Just think of all the joy you've spread.
[ice cracking]
That's the second one this week.
Let's head back inside.
[ethereal singing and strings music]
[wind howling]
♪
[Santa grunting]
♪
-See you next year, Santa. -[Santa chuckling]
-Hi, Timmy. -Hi.
What'd I tell you about talking to strangers?
But Mommy, he's Santa.
And I'm a supermodel.
Go back to the homeless shelter, would you?
And stop scaring the children.
[Payton] Once again, the Santa dolls were not a big hit.
I knew we should have brought back the Cabbage Patch dolls.
Santa, what brings you here?
I'm going to need a few things right away, Payton.
Of course, big guy.
Already thinking about next year, huh?
What kind of toys you got in mind?
Not toys.
Sorry it took me so long, Santa.
But here you go.
What is that?
It's a ribbon gun.
Should be very effective.
Are you sure it will work?
We have been building and wrapping toys
for hundreds of years, it will work.
Peter, see if you can find me a naughty lister.
What's going on here?
Mortin. I'm glad you're here.
-We have work to do. -What work?
What is this thing on your waist?
Why did you take the sleigh out last night?
[Santa grunting] Calm down.
I've decided to do some side work.
Tell me you're not driving the sleigh for Uber.
I'm doing something about the real naughty listers.
Criminals?
Yes, criminals.
Naughty listers are unpredictable.
They have guns and knives.
-You have a-- a-- -It's a ribbon gun.
A ribbon gun?
I have a naughty lister coming in right now.
Great! Mortin, get the team.
Okay, okay, all elves report to your stations.
[Peter] Hot crumb cakes!
Looks like a serial naughty lister to me.
[dramatic orchestral instrumental]
[alarm wailing]
♪
[Santa gasping]
Thief! Stop, thief!
Who are you supposed to be?
I'm Santa.
[thief chuckling] Hold on. Hold on. I can't breathe.
[thief laughing] Who made that?
Let me guess, your elves?
Uh, of course they did.
You won't laugh so hard at this.
[ribbon whooshing]
[Wong] Hey, Shane, Sophie, grab a table, guys.
Hey, Wong.
What can I make you kids today?
-The usual. -A large moo shu pork,
fried rice, and spare ribs for Shane to make you strong.
-Where's Mom? -Biz trip, the usual.
You know, I got to look after my brother,
take care of him, make sure he eats, etcetera.
[dramatic orchestral instrumental]
[Santa grunts] They really are better at making toys.
♪
Uh-oh.
[Santa grunts]
Frank. Great.
Follow me.
♪
[man] Where have you been?
Get inside, now.
He's gone. We can go down now.
Well, it's a beautiful night.
-Let's go eat on the roof. -Why not?
[ethereal chimes]
Santa's sleigh.
Can't be.
♪
Don't be stupid.
It's Santa's sleigh.
♪
Where are the reindeer then?
Shane, I hate to break the news to you, big bro.
But Santa...
is real.
And he flew all the way down here
to get to Wong's Chinese food?
He does make a good spring roll though.
-[Santa grunting] -Somebody's coming.
[Santa grunting]
Jolly-1 to Norpole.
I'm returning to base.
[dramatic orchestral instrumental]
[birds chirping]
I trust things are going well?
Yes, they are.
Allow me to demonstrate.
[suspicious instrumental]
This is how you used to burn coal.
[coal sizzling]
And now allow me to demonstrate
our clean coal technology.
[machine buzzing]
[explosion rumbling]
[alarm beeping]
[Max coughing]
♪
[Max coughing]
All of that from one little piece?
Yes.
That's the dirtiest clean coal
I've ever seen.
[laughing]
You ain't seen nothing yet, my friend.
What if that old fat elf Santa tries to stop us?
That's the whole idea.
-[muffled thudding] -[sleigh bells ringing]
[upbeat orchestral instrumental]
♪
[sleigh thudding]
[woman over intercom] Reindeer [indistinct]
please report to stations, deer are inbound.
-How'd it go? -Mm, not great.
I'm not sure the toy makers are equipped for this.
Let's go.
I wonder where all the toys are.
-Let's go find out. -Walk on your tippy toes.
Why?
It's quieter.
[melodious orchestral instrumental]
[footsteps]
♪
Come on, let's go.
[dramatic orchestral instrumental]
Shh.
[doors shutting]
The promised land.
Nobody's going to believe this.
[ethereal orchestral instrumental]
[machines clicking]
♪
We need to work on our technology
or I'm not going to last long out there.
You need to work on your conditioning as well.
I noticed while monitoring your vitals
that you were having quite a bit of trouble out there.
Ooh, ho-ho-ho,
stop that.
[Santa grunts] Looks like I'll have to
lay off the Christmas pudding.
Let's take a look at some new stuff we're working on.
♪
We had this modified from the gift wrapping department.
[woman over intercom] Just a friendly reminder,
Kristmas is only 300 days away.
[buzzer beeping]
[gun clicking]
♪
[ribbon whooshing]
♪
[phone ringing]
-It's Mom. -Ask her what she wants.
Yes, Mom. We got dinner.
Yes, we're just watching a movie.
What?
Uh, it's a Christmas movie.
Okay. Love you.
-Holy-- -What's going on over there?
Looks like Santa had some stowaways.
This is just the kind of trouble we don't need.
-What have you seen? -Everything.
Well, now you can never leave here.
Okay. Where do we sleep? At Santa's house?
What time is dinner? Where are the reindeer kept?
Forget that, I meant to say,
I'm not sure what to do with you guys.
They can make toys, I guess.
Shane? Sophie?
Why are you here?
We saw your sleigh, Santa.
You didn't do a very good job of hiding it.
Oh. Thanks for the input.
Stop talking to them.
They have to be taken back immediately.
What if they talk? They could tell the world.
Everybody calm down.
No one would believe them.
Kids are not allowed at the North Pole.
This whole thing is getting out of control.
What are you up to, Santa?
This stuff looks a little bit out of your wheelhouse.
[Santa stammering] Well, uh--
Don't tell them, Santa. These are children.
They can't be here.
Exotic weapons, weird gadgets,
whatever that is.
-What is this junk? -Hey, that took a lot of work.
Listen, Santa, I'm your guy.
I live and breathe this stuff.
[phone ringing]
Excuse me one moment.
Yes, we brushed our teeth.
I gotta go.
-Yeah. Love you. -Love you, Mommy.
[mockingly] Love you, Mommy.
I mean, your mom will be worried.
She's at a conference, so she won't miss us.
Besides, we can take care of ourselves.
Honey, I'm home.
[Mary] I'm in the workout room.
[Santa] We have company.
If you're going to play cards all night with Morton.
Kris, who are these children?
I'm Sophie, and this is my big brother, Shane.
He's on the naughty list, but he's not a bad kid.
Pleased to meet you.
Can we find a place for these kids to sleep?
Of course. But where did they come from?
I'll explain later.
[gentle ethereal music]
So, Shane, how is school going?
Fine, I guess.
Except for the bullies.
Yeah, except for that.
[Santa] Frank, ten years straight on the naughty list.
[pancakes whipping]
How do you know Frank?
I know everybody.
He's Santa, Shane.
So, what's on today's to do list, Santa?
Can I call you that?
[cheerful orchestral instrumental]
[machine clicking]
You can now see that the subject
is completely immobilized.
[elf sneezing]
What do you think of carbon fiber?
Kris, do you mind if I take the kids for a while?
Why, Mary?
I thought we would bake some biscuits
for the new baby reindeer.
A new reindeer?
Oh, I'll make him some of my chocolate chip cookies.
-He'll love them. -Come on, kids.
-Do I have to? -Go ahead.
Besides, it'll take us an hour to make a new prototype.
[Mary] See you back at the house, Chris.
Have fun! [Santa exclaims]
Ouch.
[gentle ethereal music]
[metal doors rumbling]
[reindeer grunting]
What's his name?
We haven't named him yet.
♪
Hey, little boy. What's wrong with you?
We're not sure. It's been a few weeks.
He can barely walk and he may never fly.
♪
[magical chiming]
[upbeat ethereal music]
Sophie, you'll have to give me that recipe.
[gate clanging]
Shane, be careful.
Buttons is one very unpredictable reindeer.
-He has hurt many an elf. -[Buttons snorting]
[low growling]
[Buttons growling]
Be careful, Shane.
♪
[carrot cracking]
♪
So, Mort, tell me what we've got.
Carbon fiber ribbon cannons on one wrist.
Frost blaster on the other.
And of course, kevlar armor reinforcements.
Ow.
Let's check the collector.
I want to get into the field and test this stuff out.
-You're sure you're ready? -Let's do it.
[keyboard clicking]
Wow. How does this thing work?
Oh, it's one of my favorite inventions ever.
Look, I'll show you.
The first step is that someone does something naughty.
You may not know this,
but the breath of a naughty lister
is very different from that of a nice lister.
[car tires screeching]
That breath co-mingles within the atmosphere
until it eventually bonds with a flake.
We call that "imprinting".
And as everyone knows, all snow eventually ends up
at the North Pole.
[dramatic orchestral instrumental]
[computer beeping]
This computer is analyzing every flake
for naughty behavior, and sorts candidates
into either naughty or nice list.
For crime fighting purposes, we have cross-referenced
the naughty list history with a few other crime databases
we have hacked into.
The snow is then melted, enters into our sewer system
to be purified, and returned back to our delicate,
naughty-nice ecosystem, neat, right?
That doesn't make any scientific sense whatsoever.
I don't see how that could possibly work.
Who came up with this thing?
I'd like to meet him.
You can't. Felix is not around anymore.
Felix?
We have negative activity.
Didn't we go paperless last year?
[Peter] Right. Let's look at the big screen.
Get the sleigh ready. We launch immediately.
Be careful, Santa.
I will, Sophie. Ho-ho-ho.
Ho-ho-ho!
[suspenseful orchestral instrumental]
[car tires screeching]
♪
Hey. Nice car.
Thanks. It's uh, new.
You're a naughty lister, Adam.
Hey, how do you know my name?
I know everybody's name.
[ribbons whooshing]
♪
[chips crumbling]
♪
He should be back.
-Any word? -Nothing yet.
One less naughty lister roaming the streets.
Mom.
Mortin. Hey, what's up?
Santa did it, Shane.
Santa caught the naughty lister!
We did it, we did it!
Right, he did it.
Kris, they need to go home.
Let's take a little sleigh ride, kids.
[upbeat orchestral instrumental]
Almost home, Shane.
Great.
Shane, what's the matter?
I hate school.
Mmm, Frank?
Yeah. Frank and everybody else.
School can be tough.
♪
Hey, you want to drive the sleigh?
Cool.
Santa, can I tell you something?
Of course.
I'm going to remember this for the rest of my life.
♪
[door clicks open]
[paper bag rustling]
[curtain whooshing]
Oh, hey. On the couch, huh?
Wait until you see what I got you guys.
"I Love New York".
Great airport gift, Mom.
How was the conference?
Very informative.
Did you guys manage to get out this weekend?
No, we just...
watched a lot of TV.
You kids really need to get
some fresh air, you know?
Get out and see the world.
[both] Right, Mom.
[foreboding orchestral instrumental]
You have been busy, my friend.
Allow me to demonstrate the device.
♪
[Supervisor] Gentlemen, please man your stations.
Is he talking to us?
I don't know.
Hey, are you talking to us?
Yes, I'm talking to you two.
Now, man your station
over there at the command console.
[keyboard clacking]
[machine buzzing]
Activate the transfer.
[button beeping]
[machine whirring]
[Supervisor] Now, Max, please have a seat over there.
First, we will extract Santa's life force.
[machine beeping]
[machine whirring]
♪
[machine continues whirring]
[liquid bubbling]
[Supervisor] And once the life force
is collected in the canister,
it is ours to do with as we please.
♪
Throw the transfer switch.
[lever clicks]
[machine whirring]
♪
[machine whirring]
♪
What happened? What-- what-- what was that?
The effects from mortals are only temporary, my friend.
But when the subject of the extraction
lives forever--
Yes.
The results will be immortality.
And what happens to Santa?
He will be no more.
[tires screeching]
[dramatic orchestral instrumental]
[gun cracking]
Everybody on the ground.
Fill it up with cash and don't do anything stupid.
Come on. Come on.
♪
[car crashes]
Don't worry.
I'll let the bank know
I've frozen your funds.
♪
[woman laughing]
[mailbox crashes]
[bat rattling]
Huh?
[spray clicking]
[Santa] Mmm.
[sponge scrubs]
[car whooshing]
I can't wait to show Morton
and the gang my new designs.
Do you think Santa's here?
There's no such thing as Santa.
Hey, what do we got here?
Give me that back.
Or what?
Frank. I asked nicely.
Now, please give me back the drawings.
Frank!
What did I tell you about going off
before your chores are done, boy?
Hey, why don't you cut that out?
Did you say something to me?
Yeah, I did.
So why don't you pick on somebody your own size?
Or what?
What are you going to do about it?
♪
Come on, Frank, run.
Hey, did you guys do that to me with the yoghurt?
Follow me, we'll go back alley.
[wistful orchestral instrumental]
♪
Nobody's ever helped me before.
They have now.
♪
[paper rustling]
[sleigh whooshing]
What the-- who is that?
You know, the guy who doesn't exist.
[upbeat, ethereal music]
♪
[magical chiming]
[Sophie] Santa!
Good to see you, big guy.
Hey, kids.
Shane, can you introduce me to your new friend?
Um, Frank, this is Santa.
Santa, Frank.
But you already knew that, right?
Pleased to meet you, Frank.
Keep up the good work and you'll be
off the naughty list in no time.
I'm on the naughty list?
Like, for what?
Frank, spare us.
Shane, I learned something from you tonight.
I'm very proud of you.
You are? Thanks, Santa.
Hey, how did things go this week?
Mmm, pretty good.
But I feel like something is missing.
Shane, show him.
Oh, yeah. Okay.
[dramatic orchestral instrumental]
♪
[loud thud]
[concrete cracks]
[concrete breaks]
♪
I know what you're thinking.
"Was I naughty? Was I nice?"
Well, to tell you the truth,
in all this excitement,
I haven't had a chance
to check the list myself.
So, why don't you go ahead and return that bag?
And maybe I'll forget this ever happened.
Who are you?
I'm Santaman.
[computer chiming]
♪
[button beeps]
[engine whooshing]
[Santa laughing]
♪
I have a high probability decode.
Jolly-2, we are sending over another decode.
-[Santa] I'm on it. -[boy] Look, look!
It's Santaman. Santaman!
♪
[sirens wailing]
♪
[man yells]
[jet whooshing]
♪
Prepare to bring the plant online.
Commence furnace ignition.
♪
[buttons beeping]
♪
[lever clicks]
I've been waiting a long time for this.
♪
How soon 'til we melt the North Pole?
[Supervisor] Relax, my friend.
The plan is to get him here,
and this will bring Santa to us.
You have my word.
♪
[jet engine whirring]
[smokes gushing]
♪
[jet engine whirring]
♪
[jet whooshing]
♪
[Santa lands]
♪
Look, it's Santa.
♪
[ice spray bubbling]
♪
[Santa heaving]
♪
[jet whooshing]
[Santa] North Pole, I think our work is done.
Santa, uh, do you have a moment?
Of course. What's up?
Well, it's getting late
in the year, so,
well, you know, I think we really need to start
getting ready for Christmas now.
Do you?
Yeah, well, yes.
It always comes up fast,
but now we need to move off of crime fighting
and start building toys,
check over the naughty-nice list,
and toy list, and get
the wrapping department geared up.
Can we pick this up again tomorrow?
Of course, Santa.
[gentle ethereal music]
♪
They think you don't want to do Christmas.
I don't. I like my new role.
I'm not a joke anymore.
We're finally helping people.
The elves, they don't understand.
They just want to get back to Christmas.
It's what they do.
It's what we all do.
Don't forget what they did for us.
How can I forget eternal life?
It's a special gift.
But why, Mary?
To deliver presents?
I can't help but think it was for a different purpose.
I understand.
But have you considered that there's enough time
for both Santaman and Santa?
I don't want to go back to that.
I'm going to help on the toy line.
Please give it some more thought.
♪
[upbeat orchestral instrumental]
♪
What do you think of this year's wrapping paper?
Great colors, as always, Payton.
But I'm concerned it will all go to waste.
Well, what can we do?
I don't know.
I don't think he'll listen to anybody.
What about Shane and Sophie?
Do you think they could talk to him?
That might work.
Maybe they can convince him.
They're just children.
And that's what Kristmas is all about, right?
[car whooshing]
Try the duck sauce, Frank.
Yuck!
I'm not going to eat duck.
It's not made of ducks.
That's just what they call it in China.
[soft thudding]
-Santa? -Let's go.
Here you go, guys. The usual.
[soft ethereal music]
-Santa? -Don't be silly.
It's Mrs. Claus.
Shane, Sophie, we need your help.
Can you come to the North Pole with me?
-Sure. -Is something wrong?
I'll explain on the way.
[sleigh whooshing]
[mischievous orchestral instrumental]
♪
[door clicks open]
[smoke gushing]
♪
[wind howling]
♪
-Hey, Santa! -Hey, Santa.
Look who came to help us decorate the tree.
Oh! Ho-ho-ho.
Sophie, Shane, so good to see you.
How about we just relax and watch the kids?
Sure, honey.
[ice breaks]
I think Sophie and I will take a walk
over to the stables this morning.
Oh. Okay.
-Santa? -Yes, Shane?
We know you must be super busy
with Christmas being so close, but...
If you need any help, we're here for you, big guy.
[Santa sighing]
Shane. Sophie.
Kristmas is canceled this year.
But Santa, you can't cancel Christmas!
It's not fair to put them up to this.
♪
[rhythmic beeping]
We have a serious naughty lister here.
Decoding now.
What's the crime?
[beeping]
Melting the North Pole.
That can't be right. Run another decode.
It says "Melting the North Pole!"
♪
Get the sleigh ready!
You can't go out now.
What about Christmas?
[Santa] I have to handle this.
Melting the North Pole?
How can we ignore that? How can you ignore that?
Everyone, listen up.
Kristmas is canceled. End of discussion.
Santa, please. It can wait.
We just got a major naughty lister
and I have to take it.
I was wrong.
I was wrong to not believe before.
But I believe in Christmas now.
Shane, someday you'll understand.
You helped open my eyes to this.
And now I can't go back.
I take it back.
I take it all back.
I wish I never came here.
[rhythmic beeping]
[beeping]
♪
[machine whirring]
[elf] Jolly 2 is cleared for takeoff.
Santa, please just stay safe.
[heroic instrumental]
♪
Is he going to deliver Christmas?
I don't think so, sweetie.
[smoke gushing]
[plane whooshing]
Jolly 2, do you read us?
Jolly 2!
Santa-- [voice breaking up]
North Pole to Jolly 2.
Do you read?
Santa-- [voice breaking up]
He's gone.
I've lost him.
I still have vital signs.
At least we'll know if he's alive or not.
That's not funny.
Peter, bring up that naughty flake.
I want to confirm the coordinates.
I'm having computer trouble.
I think it's the flake.
It might be corrupt.
I've seen something like this before.
Magnify the flake's fractal on the screen.
[alarm blares]
[Peter] That looks man-made!
Or elf-made.
There's only one elf who can manipulate
fractal like this.
But it can't be him.
♪
[metallic rumbling]
[rocks crashing]
[metal clanking]
♪
[holiday themed action instrumental]
♪
[whirring]
♪
[gentle tinkling]
♪
[metal slams]
[soft orchestral music playing]
♪
I wouldn't touch that if I were you.
Max.
On the naughty list since you were six.
And now destroying the planet
with this place.
-But why? -Why?
I'll tell you why.
A lump of coal can make
quite an impression on a child, Santa.
You were naughty then, and you're still naughty.
And now, I'm going to shut you down.
Do you mind if I join this conversation?
♪
[ribbons whooshing]
You and your ribbons.
Do I know you?
You used to be so good with names.
Now, well...
[Santa grunts]
Look at you.
Activate the life force transfer device.
What is this machine?
[metal cracking]
[powering up]
Good work, my friend.
Good work.
I'll take my chair now.
What do you mean?
Don't make this hard on yourself, Kildare.
My chair. Now.
Kildare.
I will give you the honor
of activating the machine
and the destruction of Santa Claus.
♪
Start the energy field.
[lever clicks]
[machine beeping]
[inhales sharply]
Mortin. Anybody?
Do you copy?
In trouble, send help.
[exhales]
♪
[keyboard clicking]
[computer beeping]
♪
This can't be right.
I have a flake.
And it looks like it's from Santa.
Of course! A distress flake!
Way to go, Santa! Everybody decode immediately.
Decoding vitals on Santa.
Something is not right.
Power's way down.
I've never seen some of this stuff before.
Mortal. Santa's going mortal.
Damn, we need to establish communication.
Santa, do you come in?
Santa, please respond.
Pulse is decreasing.
It's like-- It's like he's dying.
Santa. What's going on?
Do you read me?
We have to help him.
It's impossible.
Santa's in trouble.
Where were you guys?
At the stables.
We saw Santa fly off.
Baby, reindeer got so big.
Big? I know a big reindeer.
♪
[footsteps running]
♪
[machine whirring]
♪
[Buttons growling]
Settle down in there.
[wooden clack]
I'm warning you.
[electricity crackling]
All right. You asked for it.
Hey, cut that out.
[electricity crackling]
Hey, friend. I need your help.
[metal crackling]
We have an unauthorized reindeer
on the launch pad.
That's Shane!
And he's on Buttons.
Buttons?
He'll kill himself.
Shane, you can't launch on Buttons.
-He's uncontrollable. -Shane.
[Sophie] Don't do it.
You won't let me down.
Right, buddy?
♪
Shane, wait! Presents for Max.
Who's Max?
It was all a mistake.
He wasn't supposed to get cold.
It was Felix the elf.
He manipulated the data.
♪
[tires screeching]
[metal whooshing]
♪
[machine pumping]
[Santa groaning]
[metallic thump]
[reindeer galloping]
Looks like we have a visitor, sir.
[glass shatters]
[Kildare] Oh, look. A fuzzy reindeer.
[Supervisor] That's not just any reindeer.
That's Buttons.
[ominous instrumental]
[Buttons snorts]
[thud]
Shane? Get me out of this chair.
Where do you think you're going?
To save Santa.
Now, out of my way.
I don't think so.
Max, stop!
Shane, are you okay?
Max?
You're Max?
No. No, no.
You have it all wrong.
I can prove it to you.
It wasn't Santa.
It was an elf. It was Felix.
[heartfelt holiday instrumental]
[delicate tinkling]
[box rustling]
♪
Enough of this nonsense.
You two, get that boy.
Bring him to me.
Sure thing, boss.
[grunts in fear]
[chuckles nervously]
[Buttons grunts]
[Buttons stomps]
[Buttons grunts]
♪
Idiots.
Now, Kildare.
Finish the energy transfer.
♪
[keyboard clicking]
♪
[electricity crackling]
[yelling in pain]
[electricity crackling]
♪
[robotic arm chirping]
♪
[metal stretching]
[metal clanging]
Oh! Felix!
Yes, Santa. It's me, Felix.
Good to see you again.
But the hyperdrive test.
It wasn't a test.
It was my escape from you.
All you could think of is toys.
And you didn't care at all.
You wanted to use Christmas
for all the wrong reasons, Felix.
Spare me your sentimental diatribes, Santa.
We could have used Christmas as a springboard
to rule the world.
So elves would again walk above man.
Santa, we were not meant to be hidden
in the North Pole.
It is time we again assume our rightful place
as the dominant species.
♪
[liquid gushing]
♪
[gentle tinkling]
[computer beeping]
♪
[heavy thud]
[liquid gushing]
♪
[whirring]
♪
[whirring stops]
[whirring]
[lever clicks]
♪
[liquid gushing]
[ominously ethereal instrumental]
♪
[gentle chiming]
♪
[loud explosion]
[glass tinkling]
♪
[magical instrumental playing]
Sophie.
[bright heroic instrumental]
♪
[lever clicks]
[machine pumping]
♪
[metal crackling]
♪
[liquid gushing]
[machine whirring]
♪
[whirring]
♪
[body thuds]
♪
Santa.
Santa, wake up. Wake up.
What's wrong with him?
Why didn't it work?
Shane. Shane, what do we do?
I don't know.
Maybe the transfer didn't work.
Maybe it was too much.
Or I was too late.
[gentle sobbing]
[computer beeping]
[alarm sounds]
[faint sobbing]
Cookie, cut it out.
Cookie, please.
Wait. Cookie.
The cookies!
♪
[sniffing]
♪
[Santa groans]
Sophie? Shane? What happened?
We don't know, Santa.
But Sophie's cookies brought you back.
Santa.
Santa, we thought we lost you.
[computer beeping]
Bev, are you seeing this?
I am. I-- I don't understand.
And he's almost back to full strength.
A cookie surge?
Yes, a cookie surge.
And now it's substantiated.
All right, everybody, listen up.
It's go time.
Peter, map out the deliveries.
Peyton, launch the sleigh.
Let's get going, kids.
I have a lot of presents to deliver.
Kildare!
[Santa grunts]
Shane. He'll get away.
It's okay, Santa.
He's with us now.
Don't worry, Santa.
I'll take care of him for you.
It's going to take years of hard labor
to dismantle this place.
Santa, we have a package coming your way.
Prepare rendezvous.
[bright holiday action instrumental]
♪
Thanks for the ride, kids!
Uh, you guys will be okay, right?
Go. Go.
I'll make sure he gets home.
Don't worry about a thing, big guy.
[Mortin] Santa, do you come in?
Santa, please respond.
Yes, yes, Morton. I read you.
Loud and clear!
[cheering & whistling over speaker]
[laughs]
Mortin! Prepare the Aurora Drive.
[Mortin] The field is already energized.
[machine whirring]
[Santa] Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas!
[gentle classical holiday instrumental]
♪
[plastic clanging]
♪
I always preferred the way this fit you.
Me too.
[sighs]
We still have a lot of work to do.
♪
[water splashes]
♪
[spirited holiday instrumental]
♪
[music fades]