♪ LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA ♪
♪ LA LA LA LA LA ♪
♪ LA LA LA LA LA LA LA ♪
♪ AH AH AH ♪
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
HAPPY HANUKKAH!
MERRY CHRISTMAS, MIKEY,
YOU!? ARE BEING CHEERY!?
IT'S A TRAP!
WHAT'S WITH HIM?
WHAT'S WITH YOU?
AW, PERK UP, DANNY.
I KNOW YOU'RE IN YOUR
ANNUAL HOLIDAY FUNK,
BUT THIS IS THE ONE TIME OF YEAR
SAM ISN'T INSTANTLY DOUR.
HAVE A KICKIN' KWANZAA!
AND THE ONE TIME OF YEAR I CAN BUST OUT
THE FOLEY MISTLETOE BERET.
HEY, THERE, MISS,
HOW'S ABOUT SPREADING
A LITTLE CHRISTMAS CHEER?
YEECH!
MMM!
YOU HAD LIVER FOR LUNCH.
[GRUNTING]
[GROWLING]
I HATE THE HOLIDAYS!
I DON'T GET IT.
HOW CAN ANYBODY HATE THIS TIME OF YEAR?
I DON'T EVEN CELEBRATE IT, AND I LOVE IT.
THAT'S RIGHT.
YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE FIGHT.
THE FIGHT?
Woman: SANTA CLAUS IS A HO-HO-HOAX.
HERETIC!
SANTA'S REAL AS REAL CAN BE!
DON'T LISTEN TO HER, KIDS.
SANTA'S COMING TONIGHT IN HIS SLEIGH
FULL OF GOODIES!
KEEP THE HO-HO-HOPE ALIVE!
FLYING AT THAT ALTITUDE
IN THE OPEN? AT THAT SPEED?
HE'D PASS OUT.
OR BURN TO A CRISP FROM FRICTION.
IT'S SCIENTIFICALLY IMPOSSIBLE!
Danny: IF YOU NEED ME,
I'll BE IN THE GHOST ZONE...
GETTING RID OF SOME FRUSTRATION.
Man: MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL,
AND TO ALL A GOOD... FRIGHT.
OH.
OH, THAT'S GOOD.
AND IT'S DONE!
MY FIRST CHRISTMAS POEM EVER... COMPLETE!
Danny: YOU BETTER WATCH OUT!
YOU BETTER NOT CRY!
SANTA! NO SANTA!
EVERY YEAR!
AND I'VE HAD IT!
Danny: OOPS!
UH, SORRY, MAN.
IT WAS A TOTAL ACCIDENT.
OOPS? OOPS?!
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE?!
WELL, NOT REALLY...
HENCE THE ACCIDENT PART.
YOU'VE DESTROYED MY GREATEST WORK!
AND THAT WAS MY ONLY COPY.
"THE FRIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS."
I DESTROYED A CHRISTMAS POEM?
AWESOME!
WHAT?!
DUDE, I AM SICK OF CHRISTMAS!
I CAME TO GHOST ZONE TO GET AWAY FROM IT.
I MIGHT NOT HAVE MEANT TO DESTROY
YOUR STUPID BOOK,
BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M NOT OK WITH IT.
SCORNFUL CHILD.
SCROOGE-LIKE URCHIN!
AND YOU ARE...
THE GHOST WRITER!
EVERY WORD I TYPE ON THIS KEYBOARD
BECOMES REAL.
AND SINCE YOU DESTROYED MY CHRISTMAS POEM,
YOU SHALL BECOME MY NEW CHRISTMAS POEM.
[SCREAMS]
[LAUGHING]
Ghost Writer: ON THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
IN AMITY PARK,
ALMOST ALL THERE WERE CHEERY,
YET ONE SOUL WAS DARK.
HEY, THAT VOICE. IT'S THAT GHOST...
WHOSE BOOK I DESTROYED!
WAIT, I'M TRAPPED IN HIS POEM?
NOW, I'M REALLY ANNOYED!
♪ HE'S A PHANTOM ♪
♪ DANNY PHANTOM, DANNY PHANTOM ♪
♪ YO, DANNY PHANTOM, HE WAS JUST 14 ♪
♪ WHEN HIS PARENTS BUILT A VERY STRANGE MACHINE ♪
♪ IT WAS DESIGNED TO VIEW A WORLD UNSEEN ♪
♪ HE'S GONNA CATCH 'EM ALL 'CAUSE HE'S DANNY PHANTOM ♪
♪ WHEN IT DIDN'T QUITE WORK, HIS FOLKS, THEY JUST QUIT ♪
♪ THEN DANNY TOOK A LOOK INSIDE OF IT ♪
♪ THERE WAS A GREAT BIG FLASH, EVERYTHING JUST CHANGED ♪
♪ HIS MOLECULES GOT ALL REARRANGED ♪
[SCREAMING]
♪ WHEN HE FIRST WOKE UP, HE REALIZED ♪
♪ HE HAD SNOW WHITE HAIR AND GLOWING GREEN EYES ♪
♪ HE COULD WALK THROUGH WALLS, DISAPPEAR, AND FLY ♪
♪ HE WAS MUCH MORE UNIQUE THAN THE OTHER GUYS ♪
♪ IT WAS THEN THAT HE KNEW WHAT HE HAD TO DO ♪
♪ HE HAD TO STOP ALL THE GHOSTS THAT WERE COMING THROUGH ♪
♪ HE'S HERE TO FIGHT FOR ME AND YOU ♪
♪ HE'S GONNA CATCH 'EM ALL BECAUSE HE'S DANNY PHANTOM ♪
♪ GONNA CATCH 'EM ALL 'CAUSE HE'S DANNY PHANTOM ♪
♪ LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA ♪
♪ FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA ♪
♪ LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA ♪
♪ FA LA LA LA LA ♪
♪ LA LA LA LA ♪
DANNY FENTON HATES CHRISTMAS.
HE HATES IT A LOT.
WHICH IS WHY I'VE INSERTED THE BOY IN THIS PLOT.
HE'LL GO THROUGH THIS TALE
TILL THE STORY HAS ENDED...
BUT YOU CAN'T MAKE ME RHYME.
HOPE YOUR NEW YEAR IS SPLENDID!
Ghost Writer: YOU WOULD BE QUITE SURPRISED.
WHAT I CAN AND CAN'T DO.
BUT I'll LEAVE YOU YOUR FREEDOM.
SO I CAN TEACH YOU...
WHEN YOU LASH OUT AT OTHERS,
THERE'S ENMITY EARNED.
YOU'RE STUCK IN THIS POEM
TILL YOUR LESSON IS LEARNED.
[SIGHS]
Tucker: WHO YOU TALKING TO, DANNY?
Ghost Writer: SAID TUCKER, CONFUSED.
SOME ANNOYING GHOSTWRITER.
WE'RE ALL BEING USED!
I BLEW UP HIS STORY.
Ghost Writer: NO HINT OF REMORSE.
NOW HE'S WRITING A NEW ONE
WE'RE TRAPPED IN BY FORCE!
Ghost Writer: BUT TUCKER AND SAM MERELY SHRUGGED IN CONFUSION,
COMPLETELY CONVINCED OF MY GHOSTLY ILLUSION.
Sam: HAS HE ALWAYS BEEN MOODY AND GLUM IN DECEMBER?
A BIG WHINEY SCROOGE
LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER.
HIS VERY FIRST CHRISTMAS WHEN HE WAS A BABY,
A BAD FIRST IMPRESSION,
NO IF, BUT, OR MAYBE.
HIS PARENTS DEBATED ON SANTA'S EXISTENCE,
FORGETTING THEIR SON MIGHT HAVE NEED OF ASSISTANCE.
CAUGHT UP IN THEIR RIFT OF THAT JOLLY OLD FELLOW,
THEY DIDN'T SEE DANNY'S WHITE CHRISTMAS TURN YELLOW.
[BABY CRIES]
AND THE ONE 4 YEARS LATER WAS CLEARLY NO WINNER.
STILL ARGUING SANTA, THEY SPOILED CHRISTMAS DINNER.
BY SPOILED, I SHOULD SAY "BROUGHT THE TURKEY TO LIFE..."
SWEARING BLOOD AND REVENGE WITH FORK AND KNIFE.
[SNARLING]
OFF!
Mom: I'VE SAID IT BEFORE, AND I'll SAY IT AGAIN:
A SLED CANNOT TRAVEL THE GLOBE AT MACH 10!
Ghost Writer: BUT JACK FENTON BELLOWED...
YOU'RE WRONG! WRONG, YOU HEAR?!
Ghost Writer: AND NEVER ONCE THOUGHT.
HE'D BE SPOOKING THE DEER.
AND JUST BECAUSE THIS WOULD ANNOY HIM THE MOST,
I DECIDED TO MAKE EVERY REINDEER A GHOST.
YAY!
[ROARING]
[SCREAMING]
Ghost Writer: ON SPOOKY, ON SPECTER,
ON DEATH HOOF, ON THRASHER,
ON MAIMER, AND VICIOUS, BLOOD-ANTLERS, AND SLASHER.
[SNARLING]
I'M GOING GHOST!
Ghost Writer: CAME HIS SIGNATURE CRY,
AND INTO THE FRAY DANNY PHANTOM DID FLY.
CONFRONTING THE REINDEER WITH POWERS QUITE GHOSTLY,
PROTECTING THE LAST-MINUTE SHOPPERS...
WELL, MOSTLY.
[CHOKING]
[GROWLS]
AAGH!
♪ FA LA LA LA LA ♪
♪ LA LA LA... ♪
Ghost Writer: AND THE REINDEER ESCAPED HAVING TORN UP THE MALL.
LEAVING DANNY, YES, DANNY THE BLAME FOR IT ALL.
BUT DANNY'S GRIM YULETIDE WAS ONLY BEGINNING.
AND LATER THAT NIGHT, AS HIS PATIENCE WAS THINNING...
SEE? A FAT MAN CAN FIT DOWN THE CHIMNEY.
HERE'S PROOF!
THAT STILL WON'T EXPLAIN HOW HE GETS ON THE ROOF!
Ghost Writer: AND YOUNG FENTON SAT THERE.
JUST STEAMING AND FUMING.
HIS BLOOD PRESSURE RISING, HIS ANGER CONSUMING.
I WON'T KEEP THIS UP!
DANNY SAID TO THE WRITER.
THERE'S NO POEM IF I'M SILENT.
CAN'T YOU MAKE DAD NOT FIGHT HER?
AAGH!
YOU THINK THIS IS OVER?
IT'S BARELY BEGUN.
THIS ALL DOESN'T END TILL THE LESSON IS DONE.
AND YOU THINK THAT I'll LEARN IT?
YOU THINK YOU'RE THAT TOUGH?
HE EXISTS!
NO, HE DOESN'T!
AND DAN SCREAMED... ENOUGH!
I'M SICK OF YOUR FIGHTING.
CAN YOU PLEASE LET THIS DIE?
YOU'VE RUINED EACH CHRISTMAS,
EACH CHRISTMAS, AND I
CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE OF THIS WAR.
AM I CLEAR?
14 YEARS IS ENOUGH!
I AM SO OUT OF HERE!
HMM! WHAT GOT INTO HIM?
HE TAKES AFTER HIS MOTHER.
CAN'T BLAME YOU FOR LOSING YOUR COOL, LITTLE BROTHER.
GO AHEAD, CLEAR YOUR HEAD AND I THINK YOU'LL BE FINE.
[GASPS]
BUT TAKING OUR PRESENTS
IS CROSSING THE LINE!
OW!
[GASPS]
NOW YOU'RE RIPPING OFF GIFTS?
WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO DO?
(A) MAKE A HUGE SCENE, AND, B) BLAME IT ON YOU.
[GRUMBLING]
[SCREAMS]
YOU'VE RUINED OUR NIGHT.
DRINK SOME ANTI-GHOST TONIC.
WAIT! I RUINED THEIR NIGHT?
HOW'S THAT FOR IRONIC?
SO, DANNY DID SOAR THOUGH THE CRISP EVENING...
LOOK! WHAT'S A GUY GOTTA DO
TO GET OUT OF THIS BOOK?
Ghost Writer: AND THEN DANNY THOUGHT...
WAIT, MY PROBLEM IS CLEAR.
THIS POEM'S ABOUT CHRISTMAS,
WHICH IS HERE, HERE, AND HERE!
THIS CURSE WILL STAY ON ME FROM MY TOWN TO ROME,
BUT HE CAN'T CHRISTMAS ME IN A NON-CHRISTMAS HOME.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
SAM!
Ghost Writer: DANNY SAID.
OH, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.
I KNOW!
CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE ALL UNDER A CLOUD?
EVERY PRESENT WE HAD
IN THE CHIMNEY... UP THROUGH IT.
THAT MIGHT WORK FOR YOU,
BUT THAT'S NOT HOW WE DO IT.
Ghost Writer: AND SAM SAW SAD FACES.
ON MOM, DAD, AND GRANNY,
SO, I TYPED ON MY KEYBOARD THAT THE BLAME WAS ON DANNY.
YOU! YOU DID THIS?!
ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!
YOU'RE THE HOLIDAY SCROOGE.
DO YOU THINK THAT I'M BLIND?
Ghost Writer: AND DANNY AND SAM FOUND THEMSELVES IN A SPAT.
BUT BEFORE DAN COULD CALM HER, I SOON REALIZED THAT
A NEW THREAT WAS NEEDED TO CUT THROUGH THE NOISE...
AND WHAT BETTER WAY THAN ATTACK OF THE TOYS?!
[SNARLING]
[BEEPING]
[SHRIEKING]
[ROARING]
[TOOT, TOOT, TOOT]
[SNARLING]
[SCREAMING]
Ghost Writer: FROM ALL OVER TOWN THE TOYS STARTED TO MERGE.
I'M REALLY QUITE WICKED WHEN I GET THE URGE.
ON THIS NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS A BRAND NEW ATTACKER...
AND NOW FACE THE WRATH OF MY MONSTER NUTCRACKER!
[SNARLING]
AW, NUTS!
Ghost Writer: DANNY CRIED AS HE STARTED TO RUN...
MUST WE END EVERY SCENE WITH A TERRIBLE PUN?
♪ LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA ♪
[GROWLS]
[GRUNTING]
[CAR ALARM RINGS]
[SNARLING]
YOU THINK THIS CAN STOP ME?
THIS BEAR OR THIS TRAIN?
I'll JUST FIRE AWAY TILL NO PIECES REMAIN.
NOTHING TO ADD?
Ghost Writer: DANNY ASKED.
THEN THE ANSWER SHOWED UP IN THE FORM
OF SAM, TUCKER, AND LANCER.
AND JAZZ STANDING SILENT, HER EYES FILLED OF TEARS,
MOURNING THE BEAR SHE HAD LOVED ALL THESE YEARS.
AND TUCKER AND SAM FELT THAT CRUSHING BLOW, TOO.
DANNY, DON'T.
WHAT'S YOUR DEAL?
I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!
Ghost Writer: IT SEEMED THE WHOLE TOWN.
HAD COME OUT TO PROCLAIM
THAT CHRISTMAS WAS RUINED;
THE GHOST BOY TO BLAME.
SAVE FOR ONE LITTLE BOY...
IN HIS LITTLE RED HAT.
HE THOUGHT DANNY WAS COOL...
SO, WE'LL HAVE TO FIX THAT.
[SNARLING]
[SCREAMING]
Woman: THE SIREN IS WAILING.
THE GHOST TREES ATTACKING.
LOCK UP YOUR HOMES!
I SUGGEST YOU START PACKING!
CHRISTMAS IS RUINED!
AND YOU'RE NOT THE CAUSE.
I SURE HOPE THE GHOST SHIELD
WON'T STOP SANTA CLAUS.
[SCREAMING]
IT'S TREE WATCH: DAY ONE.
HOPE THERE ISN'T DAY TWO.
LET'S GO TO LANCE THUNDER,
OUR WEATHERMAN WHO...
CAN'T BELIEVE I QUIT ACTING
TO WORK IN THIS PLACE.
THERE'S CHAOS HERE, BILL.
NOT THE FACE! NOT THE FACE!
ANYBODY SEEN DANNY?
LIKE I EVEN CARE!
WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, JASMINE?
YOU'RE BROTHER'S OUT THERE.
HOLD DOWN THE FORT, JACK.
I'll GO AFTER OUR TOT.
THOSE TREES WILL NOT STOP ME.
OH, MAN! THAT IS HOT!
[SNARLING]
[YELLING]
Ghost Writer: WHILE HIS MOTHER MOVED FORTH...
DANNY FACED MY ATTACK.
[GRUNTING]
DANNY, DANNY, WHERE ARE YOU?!
Ghost Writer: BUT HE COULDN'T SHOUT BACK.
EVERY TACTIC HE TRIED WOULD BE DESTINED TO FAIL.
[GRUNTING]
Mom: IF YOU HEAR ME, JUST SCREAM!
YEAH! WITH MY GHOSTLY WAIL!
[WAILING]
[PANTING]
DANNY! THANK HEAVENS!
YOU HAD US ALL WORRIED.
WHEN YOUR DAD SAW THE NEWS,
WE STOPPED SQUABBLING AND HURRIED.
IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE, SON.
HOME IS WHERE YOU SHOULD BE.
LET'S GET BACK TO THE HOUSE,
AND I'll MAKE YOU SOME TEA.
Ghost Writer: THE GHOST SHIELD DEPLOYED,
DANNY TURNED TO THIS THOUGHT...
TO TAKE ON THE SPIRIT HE KNEW WHO HAD WROUGHT
THIS HOLIDAY MISCHIEF AND LEFT HIM TO BLAME.
COME ON, NOW, DEAR BOY,
HERE'S WHERE YOU CALL ME "LAME."
GIVE IT UP! YOU CAN'T HIDE.
I KNOW JUST WHERE TO FIND YOU!
BUT I'M STILL IN CONTROL.
ALLOW THEM TO REMIND YOU.
THEM?
Ghost Writer: DANNY ASKED.
THEN HE SHUDDERED AND TREMBLED.
THE DOOR BROUGHT HIM WHERE ALL HIS FOES WERE ASSEMBLED.
WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.
Ghost Writer: SKULKER SAID WITH A GRIN.
NOW OUR HOLIDAY PARTY
CAN FINALLY BEGIN!
EAT, DRINK, AND BE MERRY!
HAVE SOME WARM CHRISTMAS GOOSE!
FOR SURELY YOU KNOW OF OUR ANNUAL TRUCE.
Ghost Writer: THE TRUCE! IT'S STILL HOLDING?
I THOUGHT THEY'D SUSPEND IT
TO BEAT ON THEIR FOE.
OH, THIS TRUCE, WE DEFEND IT.
WE DON'T FIGHT ON CHRISTMAS.
ONE DAY OF TRANQUILITY.
COME SUNDOWN TOMORROW...
All: WE RESUME ALL HOSTILITY!
EVERY GHOST HOLDS THIS TRUCE?
IT'S A FACT.
IT'S A RULE.
WELL, THE GHOST WRITER BROKE IT.
THAT IS REALLY UNCOOL.
I'M TRAPPED IN HIS STORY.
THE GUY'S OFF HIS NUT.
HE OUGHT TO KNOW BETTER.
LET'S GO KICK HIS BUTT!
Ghost Writer: UH-OH.
THE GHOSTS CHANGED THEIR...
CRUD! I HAVE GOT TO TYPE FASTER!
IT'S OVER, YOU HACK.
I DON'T THINK SO, YOUNG MASTER.
THE TRUCE THEY ENJOYED,
IT WAS FUN WHILE IT LASTED.
OOF!
Ghost Writer: THEN YOUNGBLOOD GOT PUMMELED,
THEN EMBER GOT BLASTED.
THEY BATTLED EACH OTHER WITH ALL WEAPONS HANDY...
A FRAMED 8x10 OF MY HALF-BROTHER RANDY?
A CLOCK AND A CANDLESTICK, THOSE I WON'T MISS.
I WONDER WHAT ELSE.
I KNOW. HOW 'BOUT THIS?
AAGH!
YOUNG DANNY THOUGHT QUICKLY
AND PICKED UP AN ORANGE.
HE THREW IT AT WALKER, WHO...
OH, CRUD! NOTHING RHYMES WITH ORANGE.
ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE,
ONCE THESE FRY,
I'M GUESSING THIS LAME POEM IS...
THROUGH?!
NO!
Ghost Writer: DANNY SCREAMED.
I'M STILL TALKING IN RHYME!
I WOULD HAVE FOREWARNED YOU IF GIVEN THE TIME.
THERE ARE TWO WAYS TO FINISH THIS POEM,
JUST TWO.
I'D TAP OUT THE END,
BUT I CAN'T... THANKS TO YOU.
SO, NOW YOU'LL GUIDE THIS STORY
OF THE GHOST WHO HATES CHRISTMAS.
THINK YOU CAN DO IT ALL MOPEY AND LISTLESS?
YOU THINK THIS ENDS HERE?
YOU'RE ABOUT TO GET BURNED.
THIS STORY'S NOT DONE TILL THE LESSON IS LEARNED.
HA HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
Danny: WITH THE KEYBOARD ALL BUSTED,
THE CURSE TAKES ITS TOLL.
THE STORY CONTINUES, BUT I'VE NO CONTROL.
[BEEPING]
DUDE...
LIKE, IT'S CHRISTMAS.
SO, WHY ARE YOU HERE?
OUTSIDE WITH NO FRIENDS OR FAMILY NEAR.
IT'S MY FAULT... ALL MY FAULT
WHAT HAPPENED TONIGHT.
I SPOKE OUT IN ANGER AND ACTED IN SPITE.
I STARTED THIS ALL WHEN I PICKED THAT FIRST FIGHT.
BUT I'D GIVE ALL I HAD TO SET EVERYTHING RIGHT.
Sam: THE GIFTS, THEY'RE NOT DAMAGED?
Tucker: THEY'RE FLYING THROUGH THE AIR.
Danny: BACK WHERE THEY CAME FROM?
BUT WHO WOULD... BEWARE!
THE BOX GHOST SHALL CONQUER THIS HOLIDAY DOOM.
WE JUST COULDN'T LEAVE YOU
TO SUFFER IN GLOOM.
TOMORROW YOU'LL SEE
WHAT THIS BABY CAN DO.
BUT ALL GHOSTS SHARE THE TRUCE,
EVEN HALF-GHOSTS LIKE YOU.
[HOLIDAY CAROLS PLAYING]
[HORN TOOTS]
I JUST SAW IT HAPPEN,
BUT STILL CAN'T BELIEVE
YOUR ENEMIES HELPED YOU REPAIR CHRISTMAS EVE.
IT'S ALL BACK TO NORMAL BUT YOUR HOUSE, MY DEAR.
YOU'RE GHOST SHIELD PREVENTS US.
I'll TAKE IT FROM HERE.
GHOSTS!
NO! IT'S SANTA!
Danny: THEY'RE BOTH SORT OF RIGHT.
I KNOW I'VE BEEN KIND OF A JERK THIS WHOLE NIGHT.
SO, I SNUCK OUT AND FOUND THIS.
IT'S ALL OF YOUR FAVORITES.
AND HERE, MOM, FOR YOU.
Dad: MMM! MMM! MMM! MMM!
AVRITS!
AND, JAZZ... HEY!
IT'S BEAR-BERT.
HE'S SAFE AND HE'S SOUND.
GEE, THANKS, LITTLE BROTHER.
I KNEW YOU'D COME 'ROUND.
OH, DANNY, YOU'RE SMILING.
THAT MATTERS THE MOST.
WE'RE ALL HERE TOGETHER,
NOT FIGHTING SOME... GHOST!
[GASPS]
[WHIP CRACKS]
[BELLS JINGLE]
OH, JACK, NO!
PUT THE GUN DOWN!
THAT'S SANTA YOU'RE SHOOTING.
ARE YOU MAD?
THAT'S THE GHOSTS WHO ALL EVENING
WAS LOOTING OUR CHRISTMAS FROM US.
THEN IT WASN'T THE GHOST BOY?
LET'S TEAR HIM APART!
NOW, YOU'RE TALKING!
YOU'RE TOAST, BOY!
Danny: AND THAT'S WHEN I THOUGHT...
MAYBE THIS IS THE MORAL:
IN THE SAME WAY MY FOLKS
LOVE THEIR OLD CHRISTMAS QUARREL,
EVERYONE CELEBRATES IN THE WAY OF THEIR CHOOSING.
I WAS SO BUSY WHINING, I STARTED ABUSING
THE ONES I LOVED MOST,
AND I RUINED THEIR CHEER.
[LAUGHTER]
I'll TRY TO BE BETTER COME CHRISTMAS NEXT YEAR.
Sam: UH, NICE SENTIMENT.
BUT WHAT ARE YOU, A GREETING CARD?
YEAH. WHY ARE YOU TALKING IN RHYME?
SUCH A DORK.
WE'RE NOT TALKING IN RHYME.
WE'RE NOT TALKING IN RHYME!
[SNARLING]
ORANGE?
AAGH!
GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!
♪ BILLIONFOLD ♪
INC.