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'I am Eloise. I am six.

'I'm a city child.

'I live at the Plaza Hotel,

'which is huge and wonderful
and 'très élégant',

'especially at Christmastime,

'when it's absolutely
filled, filled, filled

'with ribbons and holly
and jingle bell cheer.'

Frederic!

What is this doing here?

Take it to the package room
immediately, please.

- Yes, sir, Mr. Salomone.
- Thank you.

Hey, Joe. Can you give me
a hand with this?

'The absolutely best part
about Christmas

'is getting presents.

'Everyone knows that.

'Unfortunately, grown-ups
are very good at hiding them

'until the last minute,

'making it rather impossible
to sneak a peek,

'unless you have a plan.'

Which I do!

'Every Christmas,

'my mother sends me something
divine from her travels.

'This year,
it's coming from Paree.

'So I know it will be
rather 'fabou'.'

Uh... oh!

Good morning, Mr. Salomone.

Good morning, Eloise.

Has anything come in
for me today?

Gifts, poinsettias,
boxes of holly, fudge?

No, no and no!

Now, if you will excuse me,
I am very busy. Sorry.

Not to worry, Mr. Salomone,
I'm here to help.

What can I do for you?

Run a cable to 412,
a firehose to the 6th floor?

Maybe I should check
some luggage.

Thank you, Eloise,
that's very nice,

but I'm sure
that won't be necessary.

I'm very sorry.

Welcome to the Plaza. How
may I assist you this morning?

Yes,
we were hoping to upgrade

to a suite
with a park-side view.

Oh...
Oh, well, I never!

That man over there
looks highly suspicious.

He could be a spy.

Mm... no.

I'll tell you what, Eloise.

The hotel's Christmas tree
is due to arrive any moment.

Could you do me a big favor?

Keep an eye out,

and let me know
when it gets here.

Aye, aye, sir.

Just so you know,
I have my eye on you.

'Charlie, the doorman,
is always happy to see me.'

- Hi, Charlie.
- Good morning, Eloise.

'Thomas, the maître d',

'thinks my French
is rather 'parfait'.'

- 'Bonjour', Thomas.
- 'Bonjour', Miss Eloise.

'And then,
there's Prunella.

'Prunella is
the event coordinator,

'and though she can be
rather a pill,

'I have to be nice to her,

'so I can get the scoop
on all the big parties.'

How else can I sneak into them,
for Lord's sake?

Congratulations.

- Well, thank you.
- Hello, I'm Eloise.

Are you planning a party here?

You've come to absolutely
the right place.

If it's an evening affair,
I suggest the Versailles room.

- It's terribly..
- Eloise!

I am perfectly capable
of handling this myself.

Of course you are, Prunella.

Prunella is very capable.

It wasn't her fault

that everyone caught food
poisoning at the Delacroix bar.

And I'm sure the Plaza is not
the only hotel

to have a chandelier
crash down on a bridesmaid.

- Eloise!
- Ready, guys? One...

Oh, look, the tree!

So sorry, have to run.

You'll have to excuse her.
Quite an imagination, that one.

- Now, um...
- What do you think?

Pretty nice, huh?

Hmm...

Well, I'm not at all happy
with that hole.

And the top definitely needs
some shaping.

Here's my card.

Call me when you're ready
for final inspection.

Oh!

- Pardon me, sir.
- Watch where you're going.

Top floor, please.

'The elevator operator's name
is Max,

'and that's absolutely
the only thing I know about him,

'because here's the thing of it:

'Max doesn't speak... ever.

'Really, you can say
anything in the world to him.'

There's a tarantula
on your shoe!

'And all he does
is stare straight ahead

'and pretend
not to notice you.'

It's really quite irritating,

Good morning, Mrs. Thornton.

It will be when they decide

not to allow six-year-old girls
to run wild in the Plaza.

Mrs. Thornton
can be rather cranky.

That amphibian of yours
snapped at my Mona again.

Skipperdee is a turtle,
and a turtle is a reptile.

I say a turtle
is an amphibian.

Don't you go to school?

Nanny says life experience
is the best education there is.

Just keep that nasty little pet
of yours away from my dog...

or I'll have the chef
turn him into turtle soup.

'After my morning rounds,
I return to my suite

'to wake up Nanny.'

Nannyyyyy...!

Uh!

'Nanny has lived with us
for as long as I can remember

'and next to my mother

'is the person I love most
in the whole world.

'She's my mostly companion.'

I finished my morning rounds.

W-W-What? We haven't even had
breakfast yet.

Request permission
to order room service.

Alright, alright, alright.

Nanny is English and likes
to say everything three times.

When I asked her why,

she sniffed and told me
not to be "rude, rude, rude".

Morning, Eloise.

Hello, this is me, Eloise.

Would you kindly send up
one raisin,

'one steak bone,
two oatmeal...'

And...

...and some rather hot coffee
to the top floor.

And charge it, please.
Thank you very much.

'I have my very own room,
which I keep rather a mess,

'because when it isn't,
I can't find a thing,

'including Skipperdee
and Weenie.

'I keep two Christmas lists.

'One list is for all
the presents I want to give.

'For nasty Mrs. Thornton...
coal.

'The other list is for all
the presents I want to get.

'It needs to be inspected
at least once a day,

'in case I think
of any additions.'

I usually do.

and join the chorus

la-la, la-la

la-la-la, ooh!

As you can see,
I have a rather unusual nanny.

- That's Bill! Quick!
- Ooh!

This way, this...

Just a minute!

Who wishes to see
the Pirate Eloise?

Please, Your Scaryship,

I have the treasure
you requested

in exchange for the prisoner.

Very well, you may enter.

'Bill's my best friend.'

But no funny business!

'He's an actor
and wears red socks,

'and I absolutely adore him.'

You have your treasure,
release the prisoner.

Not so fast!

What is that I see?

What?

- This?
- Ah-ha!

- Ooh!
- A trick! I knew it!

En garde, villain!

- Yah!
- Oh, no!

- Ha-ha-ha!
- Careful!

Yah!

- Oh! Oh!

Help!

- Lick!

- Mm!
- Good, huh?

- Ha!

'When Bill isn't serving
breakfast or working at parties,

'he takes acting lessons
with Lee Strasberg.

'He attends classes
every Tuesday night.'

As you can see,
they're really paying off.

Hey, you wanna help me
set up for a party later

in the terrace room,
say, four o'clock?

OK.

Of course, I'll have
to check my schedule.

Yes, Weenie,
you may be excused.

So, have you thought about

what you're getting Sir Wilkes
for Christmas?

Eloise, don't talk
with your mouth full.

I mean, it's obvious you two
have feelings for each other,

and what better way to show it

than with the perfect
Christmas present?

It can't be anything
too personal, like underwear.

Oh!

But it can't be
anything boring either.

After all, he's bound to get you
something 'très extraordinaire'.

- I'll get it!

'Bonjour', Eloise speaking.

'Maman', how's Paree?

My mother travels
all over the world,

and sometimes she sends for me
and we go on adventures.

When are you coming back?

Once she took me
to a fashion show in Milan,

- and I threw up on Coco Chanel.
- '...morning.'

- Really? You promise?
- 'Love you.'

- I love you, too.
- 'Au revoir.'

'Au revoir, maman.'

That was my mom. She's
coming home on Christmas Eve.

Well!

Perhaps we'd better
spend the day shopping.

Only a week left to buy
something 'très extraordinaire'.

Better make it tomorrow.

I have to go see Mr. Peabody

about that old bat,
Mrs. Thornton.

Skipperdee snapped
at her stupid dog again,

and now she's
threatening to make...

...turtle soup out of him.

Eloise, I'm sure
the owner of the Plaza hotel

has far more important
things to do.

Besides, the last time
you paid him a visit,

the poor man had to have
a tranquilizer.

Well, obviously
I'll need a plan.

"Please deliver to Cornelia."

- Hey fellas, come on down here.
- Yes, sir.

Listen, take this package
up to Mr. Peabody's office.

Mr. Peabody's office,
please hold.

Mr. Peabody's office,
please hold.

Mr. Peabody's office,
please hold.

Mr. Peabody's office,
may I help you?

'Delivery for you,
Miss Cornelia.'

Well, if it says "deliver it",
then deliver it.

Well, I would
if I could, ma'am,

but, well, I'm afraid
it won't exactly fit

- through the front door.
- 'Good heavens!'

Is it really that large?

'Yes, it's really that large.'

Very well,
I'll be right down.

'I'll be waiting out front.'

Good morning, Cornelia.

Tenth floor, please.

'Mr. Peabody has owned the Plaza
Hotel since before I was born.

'He's terribly, terribly,
terribly dapper

'and keeps his whiskers
trimmed rather short.

'Definitely
the all business type.'

Mr. Peabody?

Oh, no!

I have a bone
to pick with you.

Oh, please, no bones.
Not today.

But it's a matter
of life and death.

Where is Cornelia?

Um, I believe
she had to step out.

- Oh!
- Anything now?

Eyes front, Leonard.

Where the devil is it?

I tell you, she'll do it,

and when I think of poor
Skipperdee scalding in that pot

for simply trying
to defend himself

against that
vicious little dog...

'Oh, mon dieu!'

I feel faint.

I can't bear the thought.

Eloise, please,
this really isn't the time.

I'm expecting someone
any moment now.

But you have to...

You needn't worry
about Mrs. Thornton.

It's recently come
to my attention that sh...

Well, suffice it to say,

she won't be with us
much longer.

What does that mean?

Oh, no, no, no,
I've said enough already.

Now, if you'd kindly leave
before my...

Hello, Daddy.

Rachel!

You look so... grown up.

I suppose I am.

So, when do I get to meet
this fiancé of yours?

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

Brooks Oliver III.
Rachel's told me all about you.

Of course your hotel here
didn't need any talking up.

Back in my Harvard days,

the boys and I, we spent many,
many memorable weekends here.

So, you're a Harvard man?

Oh, yes, sort of
a family tradition,

along with talking too much
when we get nervous.

I apologize if I'm babbling.

- Not at all.
- I just, I really...

wanted to thank you for putting
together our little wedding

at the last minute.

Just a shame
my parents can't be here,

but, you know, they spend
every Christmas Eve in Gstaad.

You're getting married
on Christmas Eve?

That's the most romantic thing
I've ever heard.

And who might this be?

I'm Eloise. I'm six.

And she was just leaving.
Weren't you, Eloise?

- Eloise lives here.
- On the very top floor.

I know it well.

Well then, why don't we
head down for some lunch, hmm?

Mm!

Nice to meet you, Eloise.

Nice to meet you, Rachel.

Hi, Cornelia.

'Dear Miss Peabody,

'it was very nice to make
your acquaintance today.

'As you may have heard,
I, Eloise, am rather helpful

'when it comes to weddings.

'Need a last-minute
flower girl?

'I come with my own dress
and corsage.

'A musician, perhaps?

'I can play "Heart and Soul"
on the organ

'in three different keys.'

Please call for rates
and references.

'Your truly, Eloise.

Don't forget
your catering skills.

Grilled cheese sandwiches
and caviar.

Right! Star-shaped,
of course.

Do you think
they got it all down?

Oh, I'll make sure
they send it out right away.

Oh!

Oh, just think of it, Nanny,

a Christmas Eve wedding!

Not that I'd want to marry
that Brooks, if you ask me.

There's something fishy
about him.

- Oh?

Gotta help Bill!
Farewell, Nanny.

Later, perhaps,
we'll meet again.

Now, preferably by dinner time,
thank you very much.

And I want you to call back
on the hour.

Oh, knickers!

Has anyone seen my pet mouse?

Oh! Oh!

'Bill and I make
rather a good catering team.

'Sometimes we pretend
that we're king and queen

'preparing a little soirée
for our closest friends.'

Did we remember to invite the
Duke and Duchess of Rigatoni?

Yes, but I'm afraid
they can't make it.

Their kingdom is being plagued
by dragons at the moment.

- Nasty time to travel.
- Ooh!

'But mostly,
it's work, work, work,

'until we're absolutely feverish
with exhaustion

'and have to take a short break
at the piano.'

we can build a snowman

that he is Parson Brown

"Are you married?"

when you're in town

So, how's that
Christmas list coming?

Still one or two items short.

- How many you got so far?
- Seventy-three.

What? I think it's nice
to give Santa lots of options.

Am I boring you?

Alright, back to work.

I'll get the salad dressings,
and you do the desert forks.

Aye, aye, sir!

- Ooh!

As you can see,
it's the perfect venue.

I'd forgotten how lovely it is.

We could set up the main aisle
right along here

with the altar at that end,

- framed by the...
- Are you crazy?

Oh, no!

A wedding like this has to be
in the Versailles room,

where there's
sparkle and glitter

and 'beaucoup d'élégance'.

Honestly, I don't know
where her head is these days.

Eloise!

Have you chosen
the color scheme yet?

Might I suggest something
in chartreuse?

What is
the matter with you?

Hello, Bill.

You know each other?

Once.

A long time ago.

I didn't know
you were still working here.

I didn't know
you'd returned home.

- Just this morning.

Oh, uh, Bill, this is...

Brooks Oliver... the third.
Rachel's fiancé.

Oh, I see.

Well... congratulations.

Thanks.

I hate to interrupt
your happy little reunion,

but we do have
a wedding to plan.

Now, then, right this way.

Next stop, catering.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

'The night maid is named Lily.

'She's married
to a subway conductor

'and has exactly
four Persian cats.'

Housekeeping!

Will you be needing
fresh towels this evening?

No, thank you.

Lily, how much do you remember
about Rachel Peabody?

The boss's daughter?

Well, she was about your age
when I started working here.

A little hellion, too.

But she loved the Plaza
as much as her daddy did.

So, how come the act like
they hardly know each other?

She's been away
for the past few years.

A university in Europe.

Just about broke her heart when
she had to leave this place.

Did anything else
break her heart?

You been talking
to your friend Bill, huh?

Well...

Yeah, they were sweet
on each other alright.

Some say that's why
her daddy sent her away.

He wanted something better
for her than marrying a waiter.

Didn't seem right
if you ask me.

The way I see it, ain't nobody's
business messing with true love.

Hey, you forgot
the old grouch.

Just doing what they tell me.

Housekeeping!

"Mrs. Thornton, 1617.

"Permanent stop
to all services."

But... Mr. Peabody,

he said she wouldn't be with us
much longer.

That's it! She's dead!

Oh, Eloise!

How many times
do I have to tell you...?

What is it, pet?

Mrs. Thornton.

Oh, yes, I know.
I heard about it this afternoon.

You heard,
and you didn't tell me?

This is all so horrible!

Oh, there, there,
my goodness!

I never thought
you'd take it this hard.

If anything,
I thought you'd be pleased.

Nanny, how can you say
such a thing?

Yes, she was mean
and dreadful,

but nobody deserves that.

Oh, there, there, there,
my little love.

You'll make yourself sick.

But I am sick, Nanny.

Sick with grief and despair.

Oh...

What are we going to do?

Not sure
there's anything we can do.

Except take comfort
from the fact

that she's hopefully
moving on to a better place.

Do you think there could be
a more wonderful place

than the Plaza?

Oh, I'm sure there is.

Now...

How about
a spot of ice cream?

I don't think I could eat
at a time like this.

Unless, of course,
it's chocolate chip?

"Who are you?"
Scrooge demanded.

"I am the Ghost
of Christmas Past."

"Long past?"
inquired Scrooge.

"No. Your past."

I'm so glad you decided
to have your wedding here.

Brooks wouldn't hear
of doing it anywhere else.

The Plaza's my home...
or was.

For what it's worth,

sending you away was the
hardest thing I've ever done.

I've missed you, sweetheart,
more than you'll ever know.

I missed you, too.

I know you didn't understand it
at the time, but...

perhaps now you'll see
that what I did was right.

Brooks is a good man.

He's everything
I've ever wanted for you.

It's shopping day!

Uh, uh,
what are you doing?

I'll meet you in the lobby.

No, no, no, we need
our breakfast before we shop.

I found half a croissant
under my bed.

Don't slam the...!

Ugh!

Ah, Eloise!

Hello, Sir Wilkes!

Well...

You're off and about
early today.

Nanny and I are going
Christmas shopping.

Ah!

She couldn't wait another minute
to get your present.

She won't tell me what it is,

but I have a feeling
it's rather divine.

Oh! And, uh...

Uh, tell me, did Nanny
happen to mention anything

she might enjoy being given?

- Finally!

Ta-ta, Sir Wilkes!

Lobby, please, Max!

Ta-ta!

Hmm!

'Every morning,
I visit the front desk

'and check in
with Miss Thompson.'

- Any messages?
- Mm-hmm!

Radio City wants you to be
the lead Rockette

at their Christmas extravaganza.

Tell them I must decline.

I strained my toe parachuting
over Niagara Falls.

Aw...

Please, please, if you could
just wait until next week,

I promise you'll get everything
you're owed and then some.

Is that Rachel?
Can I talk to her?

I have some more ideas
for the wedding that...

I can understand, sir,
thank you.

Thank you.

Hello, Eloise. Uh...

No, no, actually,
that was, uh...

a business colleague of mine.

Excuse me, won't you?

Ugh!

There you are!

Come along.

Right!

It's cold, cold, cold
out there.

I'll have to bundle you up.

- Good morning, Eloise.
- Good morning, Charlie.

'The best carriage driver
in all of New York is Maggie.

'She speaks with an Irish accent
to fool the tourists,

'but she's really
from Brooklyn.'

- Hello, Maggie.
- Oh, hello, would you be...

Hey, Eloise, how ya doin'?

- Morning, there, Nanny.
- Margaret.

I like Leo's bow.

Oh, he insisted on it,
this being his big day and all.

Where's he going?

Anywhere you ask him to.

Oh, Nanny, I love you.
I absolutely do!

Let's go.

- I've got my list right here.
- That's good.

- Ho, Leo! Good boy!
- Goodbye!

- Good boy! That's a good boy.
- Bye, Charlie!

'A pair of gloves for Max,

'nose clippers for Mr. Peabody,
and your present for Sir Wilkes.

'we absolutely
can't forget that!'

Here's what Nanny likes.
Harrod's.

Here's what I like.

Toys "R" Us.

Oh!

Oh!

- Young lady, I...
- Well, it's about time!

Help the poor children!

Ow!

Just checking.

Oh, Nanny,

is there anything more wonderful
than Christmas in New York?

Oh, sure, sure, sure.

Don't worry, Nanny.

We'll find the perfect thing
for him,

I just know it.

Oh...

There, there.

Nanny?

Yes, Eloise?

Nanny, is that you?
Is that you?

Yes, sweetheart,
I'm right here.

I saw a ghost.

The Ghost of Christmas Present.

Mrs. Thornton.
She's come back to haunt me.

No, no, no, no, darling.
You misunderstood.

Mrs. Thornton isn't dead.

She's just moving,
that's all.

- Moving?
- Apparently...

she's run out of money,
and she can't pay her bills.

Seems the hotel
is forcing her to leave

the day after Christmas.

Now...

You just lie right back down

and have a little rest.

OK?

There.

Shh!

'Mrs. Thornton.'

'You needn't worry
about Mrs. Thornton.'

'1617.'

'She ran out of money
and can't pay her bills.'

'Suffice it to say

'she won't be with us
much longer.'

'Seems the hotel
is forcing her to leave.'

'Permanent stop
to all services.'

'Permanent stop
to all services.'

Is that you, Lily?

Come in. It's open.

I've been waiting two days
for my towels.

Just leave them
on the chair, Lily.

Have I ever shown you
a picture of my son?

This was taken the Christmas
before he moved to Bavaria.

He was a prince there,
you know.

Married into the Royal Family.

My little Edgar.

A prince.

Of course, there was no room
for me at the castle, so...

he paid to have me
live here instead.

Then, last year,

the telegram came.

The one telling me
that Edgar had died...

and there was no one left
to take care of me.

The Bavarian government
stole all his money, you see?

And now...

Make sure you leave me
some fresh soap before you go.

Uh...?

I need to speak
to Mr. Peabody about this.

He can't just throw her out
into the street.

W-w-what time is it?

It's time for justice,
that's what!

That's my paycheck!
Bring that back!

This is outrageous!
Come back, you!

I mean it! This...
Oh! That's it!

I've reached my limit!

- Mr. Peabody!
- Oh, no!

You absolutely cannot do this
to Mrs. Thornton.

How did you get in here?
Where is Cornelia?

She had to go
chase down her paycheck.

Now, about Mrs. Thornton...

Eloise, this is not
your concern.

But it's so unfair!
The poor woman's son just died.

And if that weren't enough,

the Bavarian government
has taken all his money.

There never was any money.

The truth is,

her son squandered
most of what they had

and then ran off
to live in Bavaria.

He wrote to his mother saying
that he'd married into royalty

and would always support her
in high style.

So, you mean Edgar
wasn't really a prince?

Far from it, I'm afraid.

And when he died
without a cent to his name,

she deluded herself
into thinking

that the government
had taken claim to his fortune.

I'm sorry,
but that's the reality.

And there's nothing
I can do about it.

The Plaza is a business,

and services
must be paid for.

Do you believe in true love,
Mr. Peabody?

What kind of question is that?

I just meant, well,
she looks so happy there.

Some people think
a smile like that

only happens
when you're truly in love.

Well, I suppose that's just
a matter of opinion.

Yeah, probably.

Still, she smiles
sort of different now.

Don't you think?

Sorry, I'll have these
out of your way in a second.

Bill...

Is he really what you wanted?

Or is he what your father
wanted for you?

Just tell me it's for real,
and I swear I'll never say...

The ice machine on my floor,
it's broken.

Hey, Bob,
nice to see you again.

- "Bill".
- Right.

Hey, listen, would you be
a sport and fill this up for us?

I got some champagne
that needs chilling.

- You don't mind, do you?
- No, of course not.

Great! Thank you.

It's my job, right?

Hey.

Thanks.

God dog, Weenie.
Nice work.

Now, let's go
get you a treat.

Mm!

Bye, Cornelia.

'The kitchen is absolutely
the best place to learn secrets,

'because chefs know everything
about everything,

'like how to tell
if a pomegranate is ripe

'and whose daughter
eloped with the milkman.

'My favorite is Patrice.

'He has a waxed mustache
and drives a Ferrari

'and always lets me
lick the meringue bowl,

'whether I deserve it or not.'

I usually do.

Come on,
you must know something.

Why don't you
ask Bill himself?

Ask me what?

This child wants to know
about you and Miss Rachel.

Nothing to tell.
That's four years ago.

So? Four years
isn't very much.

Not when it comes to true love.

That's what it was,
wasn't it?

It was a long time ago,
kiddo.

Patrice, I have
a rather small favor to ask.

Excuse me, sir.

She's nice,
and it's perfect.

And they totally believe
your story?

Dessert, gentlemen,
compliments of the hotel.

I'll give you a moment
to decide.

You've really got
them wrapped around your finger.

I know.

I mean,
Rachel was one thing.

I never figured
her father would be so easy.

How do you do it?

Borrowed money
all across the country,

made it look
like I had my own fortune,

so I couldn't possibly be
after Rachel's.

And they really
don't suspect anything?

I figure once we're married,

I'll use her money,
I'll pay everyone back.

- No, no, no,

she'll even end up paying
for her own engagement ring.

Cornelia, I need to see
Mr. Peabody right away.

What, no cute little prank
this time?

Hold it right there,
young lady.

OK, I'm sorry about all that,

but you have to listen
to me, Cornelia.

There's something
Mr. Peabody needs to know.

Out!

We've got to do something,
Nanny, we absolutely have to.

Eloise, I'm sure
you misunderstood him.

Just cos you're not fond
of Brooks,

it's no reason to let
your imagination run wild.

- But...
- I know Billy's your friend,

and you want him and Rachel
to get together,

but this is one situation
you need to stay out of.

- But Nanny...
- I mean it, Eloise!

No meddling!

I want you to pinky promise,
promise, promise

not to say anything
to anyone.

- Come on.
- Alright.

Good girl.

I don't care who believes me.

Rachel can't possibly
marry Brooks.

He's an absolute villain,

and even if he wasn't,

Rachel loves Bill.

Anyone can see that.

Even if she can't.

- That's it!

I may have pinky promised
not to say anything,

but I never pinky promised
not to do anything.

'Santa Claus,

'you will never
return to Earth.'

'I...'

'Now you belong to Mars.'

'Ho, ho, ho.'

'I'll find a way.'

'That's easy. Let's get rid
of the little fat man.'

Magnificent rendition,
don't you think?

Oh, yes, quite.

'Oh! That's suicide.

'Santa Claus is on the cusp...'

So, how are you enjoying
the holiday thus far?

Oh, immensely, thank you.

Um... still a bit
of shopping to do.

Oh, yes, me too.

So many lovely things
to choose from.

Makes it rather difficult
to choose.

- Oh, yes, yes, terribly so.
- Yes.

Although I do find
there's always that one idea

that seems more lovely
than the rest for that...

certain person, you know.

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

- Allow me...
- No!

Could you excuse me
just a minute.

- Yes, of course.
- Oh... oh!

Eloise...

Could I get your opinion
on something?

It's about Nanny's
Christmas present.

I passed this shop
this afternoon

that had the most magnificent
Chinese hairpins.

I was told
they were Ming dynasty.

Nanny already has
loads of hairpins.

Oh, does she?

Oh...

Honestly, Nanny!

Nanny, have you ever
been wooed?

well, I suppose I have got
a bit testy once or twice,

but only if someone
really deserved it.

Not "rude", "wooed".

Oh!

I mean, if a guy wanted
to go about it properly,

what should he do first?

Well, uh...

I suppose it should begin
with flowers.

Something simple but elegant.

Preferably roses.

Perfect!

- The ribbons need re-tying.
- Yes, ma'am.

- And I want more votives.
- Yes, ma'am.

Quickly, people!

And what do you think
you're doing?

This is a Christmas party,
you idiot.

And Christmas means red.

Not burgundy. Not cranberry.

Red!

Like everything else
in this room.

- The ribbons.
- Yes, ma'am.

The candles.

The ro...

Where is the centerpiece
for table 14?

Daddy, I'm going
to my fitting.

OK, dear.

Oh, hi, Rachel.

Gosh! Fancy
running into you here.

Hello, Eloise.

What do you think?

Oh, fine, I guess.

Only, I've been thinking,
and, well...

aren't you afraid you might be
rushing into things a little?

You mean the wedding?

Three days ago,

you thought it was the most
romantic thing you'd ever heard.

Well, it is.

I mean, when you're absolutely
sure it's the right thing,

because you really know the guy.

I mean really, really,
really know him,

like you know Bill,
for instance.

You're quite fond of him,
aren't you?

Of course!
He's my best friend.

And why is that?

Well, he's funny and charming,

and he lets me win
every sword fight.

And no matter how tired he is,

he'll always play me
a song on the piano.

Oh, those show tunes.

What was the one
I used to love so much?

- It was from "Gypsy", I think.
- That's my favorite, too!

Did he teach you the little
dance that goes with it?

ba-ba, ba-ba

Oh, he could make me laugh
so hard with that.

Sometimes I'd sneak down
after the parties were over,

and we'd put on
these little shows together,

just the two of us.

And I remember
this one time we...

Well...

It doesn't really matter now.

We've both moved on.

Yeah, good old Bill.

Only I wish I could figure out
who his girlfriend is.

His girlfriend?

I don't know for sure,

but this morning
I was in the kitchen,

and I heard him
ordering flowers over the phone.

I mean,
what else could I think?

You don't send red roses
to just anyone.

Red roses?

From a secret admirer.

- Rachel?

Oh.

I better get out of this dress.

I'll be out in a minute.

You remember Eloise,
don't you?

Of course. How could I forget
such an angelic face?

Look...

I just wanted to tell you,
darling,

that I'm off to the lounge
for a round of cards.

Oh, don't forget our appointment
with Prunella, at four.

Right. See you then.

Hello.

Goodbye.

I was just in the terrace room.

Goodie for you.

Must be a pretty good party
they're throwing in there.

That's the hugest ice sculpture
I've ever seen.

What?

That was supposed to be
delivered to the gold room.

I just checked - the
terrace room is free all day,

so I just think it would be
absolutely the perfect time

for you to teach me
that new song on the piano.

That's what you were
thinking, huh?

Please, I want to be able
to play it for my mother

when she gets home.

As a Christmas present.

OK. What time?

3:45, and don't be late!

"Bavarian chocolate cake."

Yes?

Who is it?

Ooh!

No...

Eloise, what do you think
about this for Sir Wilkes?

- Where have you been?
- Not now, Nanny.

I've had a rather
exhausting morning,

and if I don't lie down
this minute,

I know I shall faint.

Please do not disturb me
for at least 17 minutes.

Alright.

"From Leon."

Just what I need!

An international
state-of-the-art spy kit.

Well, I'll be going now, Nanny.

And where are you going to?

And what happened
to your 17 minutes?

Oh, I couldn't possibly rest
at a time like this.

Not when the fate of mankind

is resting on the shoulders
of me, Eloise.

The oak bar.

15:30 hours.

I have the suspect
in my sights.

He has craftily chosen
to hide out

in the one room
I'm not allowed into.

After all, I'm only six,
for Lord's sake!

Obviously,
I'll need a plan.

"Mr. Brooks Oliver III.

"P.S. He's playing cards."

Mr. Brooks Oliver III?

Here.

"Four o'clock appointment
cancelled."

Hear that, Boyce?

Looks like I'm yours
all afternoon.

Come on,
back to the chorus.

The herald angels sing

What are you doing here?

I'm supposed to have a meeting.

I guess the others
haven't turned up yet.

That's OK.
You can wait here with us.

So far, the plan's
going just swimmingly.

Um, I have to run now
and get something.

Why don't you sit here
and, uh... sing with Bill?

It'll be just like old times.

I, uh...

...told Eloise about the little
shows we used to put on.

Mm.

This was always one
of your favorites, wasn't it?

together

it's together

I know she goes

I know he goes

no feuds, and no egos

and through thin

place, or show

What in God's name
is going on here?

Get back to work this instant.

This is the Plaza,
not a cabaret.

And until you acquire something
that passes for talent,

I suggest you remember
your place here.

Don't you dare
speak to him like that!

Bill happens to be
a very close friend of mine

whom I asked to stay

because you were an hour late
to our meeting.

I-I-I... I beg your pardon,
but I...

Not mine... his!

I apologize.

Please tell me you're
loving this as much as I am.

I'll thank you to remember
that it's people like Bill

who are the very heart and soul
of this hotel.

Thank you...

for a wonderful time.

Thank you, Max.

It's Christmas Eve!

Would you mind bathing
Skipperdee's ears for me?

Argh!

I'm late for my morning rounds.

No, wait, wait! Oh!

Gee, I sure do hope
they fixed this elevator.

I heard last night
it plunged sixteen floors.

Boy, you're good!

- Good morning, Mr. Salomone.
- Good morning, Eloise.

Did you happen to see any
packages arrive from my mother?

Preferably large ones?

- Addressed to me, Eloise?
- No.

But I'll keep my eyes open.

- See that you do.
- Alright.

- Hi, Bill.
- Hello.

She's so cute.

Well, you know,
you're motivated.

When you're motivated
to do something,

you can accomplish it,
I think.

It's like I was motivated
when I met Rachel

to get her to marry me.

I think we found
a decent orchestra.

It's only 32-piece,

but, you know, who's gonna
be listening to music

when they have this vision
in white before them?

You're awfully quiet
this morning, my dear.

Just a lot on my mind,
I guess.

Well, don't you worry,
sweetheart.

After tomorrow, you won't have
a single care in the world.

Don't bet on it!

Well, I'm off
to the barber for a shave.

I wanna look my best
for our special dinner tonight.

Last one before we're married.

"Gypsy".

'The absolutely best person
to go to when you need something

'and aren't big enough
to get it yourself,

'is the concierge.

'Ours is named Walter.

'He speaks seven languages
and is always very nice to me,

'because
here's the thing of it:

'He has rather a crush
on my mother.'

Which is about
to come in quite handy.

Good morning, Walter.

Hello, Eloise.
What can I do for you?

I'd like two tickets

to tonight's performance
of "Gypsy", please.

"Gypsy"? Tonight?

That could be very difficult.

Oh, well,
never mind, then.

I'll just tell Mother
you did your best.

Wait! Wait!
Wait, wait, wait.

Um... let me make
a phone call.

See what I can do.

And then put them
at the barber shop, a.s.a.p.

I suddenly remembered
I need a trim.

What?

Suspect getting
his whiskers shaved.

'The barber's name
is Vincent.

'He's from Italy,

'which may be why he has trouble
understanding the words,

'"Stop, that's short enough."'

Ah, Eloise!
Come in, come in.

'If there's one thing
I absolutely detest,

'it's getting my hair cut,

'even if it's
for a good cause.'

What are we doing today,
huh? What?

Just a trim, thank you.

Oh...!

Why not try
something different?

Maybe a nice bob, huh?

I'll make the layers
real short, huh?

Oh!

Alright, I guess we'll do
a trim like you say, huh?

She's a feisty one,
this one, huh?

- Oh, boy!

So, Eloise, tell me,

you go someplace special
for the holidays?

Oh, I couldn't possibly leave
the Plaza at Christmas.

Not with everything going on.

There's one party
after another.

Weddings, balls...

There's even a Harvard alumni
Christmas party tonight.

Did you say "Harvard"?

Oh, that's right,
you went there, didn't you?

You must be terribly excited.

I mean, you're bound
to run into someone you know.

I bet Rachel can't wait
to meet your school friends.

Well, actually, I'm afraid
I won't be able to attend.

You see, I've been called
out of town on, uh...

on business, and I won't be back
till late tonight, so...

Jeez, that's too bad.

And on the eve
of your wedding, too.

- Well...
- Oh, well,

I'm sure Rachel will understand,

you being an important
businessman and all.

That's it for me.

- Merry Christmas, everybody.
- Bill!

Well, well, well,
look who's been to see Vincent.

How dare he trim the hair
of such a fearsome pirate?

Very funny!

Don't think I didn't stomp him
in the kneecaps for it either.

- Hey, have a good one, Bill.
- Thanks, Kevin.

- Have a good what?
- Vacation.

I'm taking the train up to
Vermont for a couple of days.

What? Now?

Not after all I went through
to get you a Christmas present!

Here, see?

Two tickets to tonight's
performance of "Gypsy".

I figured you could
take Rachel with you.

Look, Eloise, I know
what you're trying to do here.

'Moi?' I'm not trying
to do anything.

Jeez, can't a person
want to see two friends go out

and have a good time?

Besides, you need
some cheering up.

Brooks has to go out of town
on business,

and knowing
how you love the theater

and she loves "Gypsy",

the whole thing
is rather perfect.

Which is why
you can't go to Vermont.

You absolutely can't!

Thank you, Eloise,
it's a lovely gift.

Meaning you'll take her?

Meaning I'll ask her.

And if she says yes?

I guess I could take
a later train.

'Next to opening presents,

'the absolutely best part
of Christmas

'is decorating the tree.

'You have to load it
with tinsel,

'or it will shrivel up
and die.

'Everyone knows that.'

'Weenie and me hang
all the ornaments

'while Nanny dances around,

'singing Christmas songs
at the top of her lungs.'

'Nanny likes her eggnog
rather strong.'

is a swell time

Look, Nanny,
it's snowing.

- Oh!

It's a sign.
It absolutely has to be.

Better keep your fingers
crossed, just in case.

What for?

I'll tell you later.

- Wish me luck!

Don't slam the...!

Eloise!

I think I've found it.

Tahitian. Quite rare.

Nanny detests pearls.

- Have a good evening.
- And you.

Young lady, there's something
I have to say to you.

I do wish you wouldn't rush out
of here late at night like that

without at least telling me
where you're going.

- I'm sorry, Nanny.

I'll get it!

'Bonsoir', Eloise speaking.

Mother! The most wonderful thing
just happened.

I can't wait to tell you
when you get here tomorrow.

'Eloise, I'm afraid
I can't make it home after all.'

What do you mean?

'My flight's been postponed
because of the snow.'

Well, can't you take
a different plane?

'There aren't any planes,
sweetheart.

'Look, I'm so sorry.'

No, I understand.

'Sorry. I'll try.'

- I know you will.
- 'Love you...'

- I love you, too.
- 'I love you so much.'

- Bye.
- 'Bonsoir.'

What is it, love?

That was Mama.

They're not letting any planes
take off to New York

because of the snow.

Oh, Eloise!

I am so sorry.

Oh! I'm sure
she'll do her best.

I know she will.
It doesn't matter.

Well, of course it matters.

You miss her.

Well, here's the thing of it,
you see:

If she doesn't
make it home in time,

we'll just have to celebrate
all over again, won't we?

That way, we'll have
two Christmases instead of one.

I never really
thought about it like that.

I guess that's why I have you,
isn't it, Nanny?

Yes, pet.

That's why you have me.

- Rachel.
- Daddy?

What are you doing up
so late?

I had some last minute...

What is it?

Nothing. It's just...

You look so happy.

I'm glad you and Brooks
had a nice evening together.

Oh, actually... he had to go
to a business meeting.

I was with a friend tonight.

Well, you'd better get
some sleep.

Big day tomorrow.

Good night, Daddy.

Good night.

Oh, can I help you, sir?

Head right for 66th Street.

OK, thank you.

Excuse me,

is the Harvard
Christmas party over?

I beg your pardon?

Never mind. My mistake.

'Before going off
to spread Christmas cheer,

'it's important
to get dressed up.'

You absolutely have to wear
jingle bells, of course.

Wake up, wake up, wake up,
it's Christmas Eve!

I don't know how I'm going
to get everything done,

for Lord's sake!

First, I'm going downstairs
to deliver presents

and see if there's
any new development.

Argh!

of Christmas

Everyone!

of Christmas

in a pear tree

of Christmas

two turtle doves

Merry Christmas!

Who do you think this is?
This is Miss Stickler.

I wanna know who is responsible
for this disaster.

The folding chair...

That's right,
the Versailles room!

I want all the chairs
sent back!

Oh, poor Prunella.

All that hard work for nothing.

You would think
that they would know

not to send folding chairs
for a wedding.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I only have an hour...

to find replacements.

But you can't mean they're
actually going through with it,

not after...

After what?

- What have you been up to?

Bill! Bill!

He left on his vacation.

Rachel!

It's me, Eloise!

You can't do this.
You can't marry Brooks! Please!

There are things about him
you don't know.

What sort of things?

Let's take a little walk,
shall we?

Let me go!

I told you!

Let me go!

Just as soon as we tie the knot,
then it's all legal.

Rachel will never marry you!

Who's gonna stop her?

Let me out!

Argh! Let me out of here!

Ugh! Let me out!

Hello. Good afternoon.

Lovely to see you, sir.

Well,
if you do see her,

would you tell her that
I'm looking for her, please?

Thank you, Mr. Salomone.

Yes.

'Nanny?'

Come in, Nanny,
do you read me?

'Nanny, come in, Nanny.

'I'm under the tree.

'Nanny, can you hear me?

'Under the red box.

'Nanny, if you can hear me,
pick up.

'Nanny, help me! Please!'

Eloise?

- You're there!
- Uh!

'Oh, Nanny,'

that horrible Brooks locked me
in the basement closet.

Out of my way,
for Lord's sake!

Oh!

Argh!

Eloise!

In here!

I'm in the cabinet.

- I'm locked in.
- Oh!

Uh...

Oh, my sainted Aunt Fanny!

Oh!

Stand back...

cos I'm come, come,
coming in.

Oh, Eloise!

What happened?

Come on, Nanny,
there isn't much time.

- Oh!

Ah...!

Come on!

Oh!

Uh...

Where did she go?

Do you, Brooks, take Rachel
to be your wedded wife,

to have and to hold...

...from this day forward,

for better, for worse...

Shh!

Come on.

...in sickness and in health,

till death do you part?

I do.

I need a raise.

Do you, Rachel, take Brooks
to be your wedded husband,

to have and to hold,
from this day forward...

for better, for worse,

for richer, for poorer...

in sickness and in health...

- Ooh!
- ...till death do you part?

- No...
- I'm sorry.

Uh?

I can't do this.

W-w-what do you mean? Why?

That's why.

What's going on here?

Oh!

- Oh...

Ooh!

'Of course, Nanny and me,
we play the whole story

'over hors d'oeuvres
of holiday fudge.

'We think we're rather brill.

'Then we all sit down
to our Christmas Eve feast

'and eat absolutely so much

'that all we can do
is lie around

'and wish that we hadn't
eaten the fudge.'

"...and ever afterwards,

"and it was always said of him

"that he knew
how to keep Christmas well.

"And so, as Tiny Tim observed,

"God bless us, every one!"

- Nanny?
- Hmm?

Would you mind very much

if we asked Mrs. Thornton
to come over tomorrow?

No one should be alone
on Christmas.

I think it's a fine idea, pet.

- Mother?
- 'Eloise?'

Oh. Hello, Mr. Peabody.

'There's something I wanna
discuss with you.'

Something to discuss with me?

'Yes.'

By the way, they fit perfectly.

Go on, pet.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Peabody.

That remains to be seen.

Eloise, I'm told what happened
today was your doing.

Is that true?

Go on.

Admit it,
you little wedding wrecker.

- Now, just a minute!
- That's enough, Prunella.

Well?

I just wanted her
to have true love,

and it would never be
with Brooks.

It just couldn't be.

So, you decided to take matters
into your own hands, is that it?

Well...

I may have slightly arranged

for her and Bill to sort of
run into each other.

But I had to, Mr. Peabody.

If you just saw them together,

I mean really saw them,
you'd know that.

That that's where her heart's
always been.

It's always been Bill,
Mr. Peabody.

They belong together.

So, it's true, then.

You're responsible for all this.

Thank you.

That's all I wanted to know.

- Thank you.

What is the meaning of this?

I demand to know why I have been
summoned down here

at this ghastly hour.

My apologies, Mrs. Thornton,

but it seems you have a visitor.

Madame, I am Prince Gavarok
of Bavaria.

Your son Edgar
was married to my sister.

Please forgive me
for not coming sooner.

My country's been in great
turmoil since Edgar's passing.

He was deeply loved
by our people.

Now...

It has taken me many months,

but I have finally persuaded
the government

to release part
of Edgar's fortune.

Not all of it,

but enough to ensure
that you...

could be well taken care of
for the rest of your days.

Oh...

You mean...

We would be honored if you
remain a resident of the Plaza.

Oh!

Well...

It is my home, after all.

And always will be.

Bill!

Your Highness, I'm told you have
quite a talent for the piano.

I think a song is called for.

Thank you, Eloise.

You're welcome.

"Thank you"?

Do you mean to say you're going
to let some demonic child

determine who's fit
to marry your daughter?

If she says one more word...!

A waiter?

Instead of a fine, upstanding
citizen like Mr. Oliver?

Come on, shake your legs,
Slim, let's go.

Brooks?

Special Agent Cringle, FBI.

I've been tailing Slim here
for the past week.

Fingerprint analysis
just confirmed he's our boy.

Real name is Jimmy Stutts.

Wanted in three states for
forgery, fraud and extortion.

You were saying?

Come on, Stutts.

Well...

Seems I wasn't the only one
who had suspicions about him.

Why, you little...

Come on!

I don't think Mrs. Thornton

ever had
a better Christmas present.

Well done, my love.

But I didn't get her anything.

Are you sure about that?

See, it's not the presents

that came wrapped
in ribbons and bows that count,

as much as the ones
that come from here.

Ain't that right... Willy?

Mm!

Mother!

I knew you'd make it!

I absolutely love Christmas!