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Oop. Dad!

We agreed to unpack the important stuff first.

You know, stuff we need to survive the harsh winter.

Microwave, TV, toilet paper.

Stop eyeballing me, elf.

Merry Christmas!

Uh,

maybe we should just hang a wreath on the door.

Ah, my sweet child.

Potkins do not simply hang a wreath. It's go big or go home. I like the go

part.

Come on, Em. This is a fresh start to our fresh start. New job, new hood. We

gotta do this right. You should help. Get your Christmas on. You can untangle

me. As amazing as that sounds, I'm missing a box. A crazy important one.

It's labeled crazy important. Check my office. I left a bunch of unopened stuff

in there. And I was serious.

Please untangle me. You better watch out. You better not cry.

You better not pout. I'm telling you why.

That a cloud is coming.

You are phenomenal.

He sees you when you're sleeping.

He knows when you're awake.

He knows if you've been bad or good. So be good for goodness sake.

You better watch out. You better not cry. We're going to need more lights.

Tonight.

is officially saved.

Well, good.

Ah, the pumpkin pajama photo.

You know, your mother always picked those pajamas herself.

Yeah, she had a real gift for hideous.

She sure did.

Look at that.

Adorbs. What was that, five years ago?

Four, and no one says adorbs.

It's the last one we took.

We should take this photo again.

The two of us?

Sorry, Dad. It's just not the same.

Come on.

I can Photoshop in Uncle Charlie and Grandma.

Or the latest teen pop sensation whose name I'm not hip enough to know.

Hey.

It'll get easier. I promise.

Eventually this will start to feel like home.

Not by tomorrow.

Not by Christmas.

We have shrinkage.

This Christmas, I've incorporated the shrinkage slash de -shrinkage technology

that allows us to fit a world worth of toys onto a single sled. All we need are

these slick shades.

Just because you're stuffing sockets doesn't mean you can't look snowman

Isn't that right, Commander Chills?

Just give me the goggles, Alfonso. It's Christmas Eve. My squad's on the clock.

Of course, the clock.

Like all Elvetech, these babies are powered by Christmas magic.

Which means they only work on Christmas Eve. Once the sun comes up on Christmas

morning, everything shuts down. No shrinking, no unshrinking, nada.

Got it. Let's go. Wait!

You need to know how to unshrink the toys.

All right, talk fast. And no model poses.

It's simple. This button right here.

Freeze ray.

My bad.

Wrong button. Just need to reverse the process.

Wowza. The dreaded orange mohawk.

I'm not the program. The button's wrong.

Why do you always find the bug string demo?

Alfonso, you're going to have to come with us. Fix it in flight. Let's go. In

flight?

Have you flipped your pointy hat?

I'm not field trained. I'm a tech elf. You're the chief tech elf.

Nobody knows this stuff better than you.

You can swap out with one of my elf commandos, okay? Come on.

I've never left the North Pole or even seen a normal -sized kid with her

hideous, rounded ears.

Get it together, elf!

We need you on that sled.

Christmas is dependent on you.

Go time!

She actually came.

Emma!

Emma!

What?

Did the neighbor's light start a fire?

I know you missed the old house, and this Christmas seems a little lonely

without the extended family.

Father, what shady thing are you up to?

No shade.

Santa's work. A little Christmas surprise.

Since we can't be there for the annual Potkin shindig, I decided to bring some

family to us.

Is it Grandma? Or is it Cicely?

Prisipoli twins?

Please say the Prisipoli twins?

No.

They're all too far away. So, I found our closest living relatives.

There's a monster truck in our driveway.

And it's bouncing. We've never actually met them, but we know them by their

reputation. No. You can't mean... The Farkleys?

I'm... Sure, they're not as bad as the urban legend suggests.

So they didn't blow up Uncle Ted's station wagon on Fourth of July? Or

paper the White House on Halloween?

Or sink that cruise ship on Talk Like a Pirate Day?

Those crazy Farkleys.

Look, it'll be fun.

Just don't turn your back on them and hide the forks.

Barkley, Barkley, you're the fruitcake.

I'm going to re -gift that.

Merry Christmas, baby.

Be good.

Daddy and I love you.

Your parents, they're not staying?

Nope. They're off to Peoria.

There's a monster truck rally on Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.

But today is Friday, Friday, Friday, which gives us plenty of family bonding

time.

I'm not sure what's happening.

She's your cousin. Fourth cousin. Thrice removed.

I can see Belle resembling.

You should hang some stockings.

On what?

We don't even have a fireplace.

Oh, don't we?

It's not even moving.

And I got some fancy Christmas duct tape to put them on. Oh, no, you don't.

Mom handmade this stocking for me. You don't just duct tape it to some

television. We couldn't super glue it.

Well, since stockings are out, let's at least get ready for the annual Christmas

PJ picture extravaganza.

Whoa, freaky.

I'm in.

I'm out.

So, you got any chestnuts?

What is happening right now? I'm new to the whole Christmas Eve sleepover thing.

Should we be doing something?

Oh, a burping contest. Oh, no, no, that's not necessary.

Not Christmassy enough? I mean, I can do jingle bells.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Just sleep.

You know sleep, right?

Do that.

Sorry, sir.

Alfonso! Are you okay?

Can you even talk?

No permanent damage.

Santa broke the fall.

You're supposed to use the parachute.

Kind of hard to pull the cord with my eyes closed and all the screaming.

Just deliver your toys and meet back at the rendezvous point.

It's go time.

Commander Chill, out.

Who built a house without a chimney?

Gonna have to do this the hard way.

Christmas is hard.

Did you hear that?

Just binge -watching some Fireplace TV. No spoilers.

My stocking will not be hung from a plasma screen.

I have standards.

Newly rise up and attack.

The signs were there.

Elf!

Aren't they supposed to be shorter, though?

That's an awful stereotype.

Piece of cake.

out again.

Okay, I'll just shrink you back to normal. You got this. You got this.

Please work, please.

What just happened?

And why are there two giant Viking ships in your living room?

Those aren't ships.

They're shoes.

Oh, Bella!

I saw kids.

Her beard reeks.

You're seeing things, Alfonso?

Must be the hologram feature.

Yeah.

You saved my life.

You did like my burping.

No. No. This is not happening.

Okay. Not a hugger. Get it.

Send you a thank you note. Or a pet snake.

It's all good.

What is this place?

Gift heaven.

Emma?

Emma?

Sparkly, sparkly?

I thought I heard a noise.

No more eggnog before bed.

Stupid elf! You never get caught! That's the first rule of Elf Club!

I think I swallowed a doll head.

Jill! Thank gumdrops you called. I'm way out of my league here. This is worse

than the frosty meltdown of 66.

Alfonso, why aren't you wearing your goggles?

Goggles?

Oh, no.

You need to find those goggles.

Without them, you can't unshrink anything.

They must be here somewhere.

You're the one who warned us. Once the sun comes up, Christmas magic goes away

and they won't even work anymore.

Just stop stressing me out.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no. I'll call you back.

Wait for the stupid goggle.

I'm coming.

Stupid goggle.

I went up to my first house. Then that scary guy showed up and... They must

still be there.

All right, Alfonso.

Time to put on your big boy stockings and find those goggles.

I just need a little elf confidence.

I've lost my fourth cousin.

Dad's going to kill me.

My stocking. Where's my stocking?

Down here.

Look down, beneath the toy.

Getting warmer.

Jackpot.

You can talk?

This like a Ghost of Christmas Past situation?

Look inside.

To my favorite cuz,

Love, Barkley.

What's in the box?

That was good.

So good.

Merry Christmas, cuz.

You look like a cricket. A cute little angry cricket.

There's nothing cute about this.

Or cricket.

We're trapped.

Stop!

Stop that decoration!

You can take this.

We need Dad. We have to get back to the house.

Ooh, that's a negative.

Your house is all the way on the other side of the street. And at our current

shrunken size, we're a gazillion miles away.

It'd take a week to walk there.

We don't have a week.

We need the elf goggles to unshrink us tonight.

Maybe we can find a stamp. Mail ourselves.

Barkley, this is serious.

We're going to be stuck like this.

We'll be free.

We'll have to check into a roach motel and buy doll clothes. Have you seen doll

clothes? They don't make cool doll clothes. And we all flower dresses and

overalls. Okay, chill out, cuz. We got till sun up, which is in exactly three

hours and 15 minutes.

How do you know that?

Doesn't everybody?

Here, I'll set my stopwatch.

that fanny pack that might actually help us? Like a plan, maybe?

I have a plan.

We hire ourselves out to lose change from silver.

Or those keys that fall between the seats of cars. Anyway, we save up enough

cash and hire a mad scientist to build a machine that stretches our bones to

pull back.

Booyah!

I knew you'd dig it, guys.

Talk about Christmas overload.

Okay, Emma.

It's up to you to find a way out of this mess.

There! Barkley! Are you seeing this?

Barkley!

Tell me! You're not eating floor food.

Of course not! That would be gross and violate the ten -second rule, which I

firmly abide by.

We need to get her attention.

Copy that. I can burrow under her toenail. No.

Not what I'm saying. What's wrong with you?

I meant something a little less bleh. Okay. Copy that. Negative on the

Going with plan B.

Climb up, crawl inside her head, and kung fu an SOS into her eardrum.

Who exactly should I thank for sending me an alphagram at two in the morning?

Uh, secret admirer.

Needs an OP.

Huh. Could have sworn we moved a couch into this room. Couch?

I don't think so.

What are you doing?

Looking for rat infestations. It's part of your alphagram signature service.

Lucky you.

I should go wake the kids.

You mean with the high voices and the diapers and the messy rooms and the

little ears and stuff?

Sort of.

They're real?

Off the ground, now. Come on. Don't go. Off the ground. Move, move, move.

Oh, no.

What have I done?

Oh, no.

I can't look.

Is it?

I'm afraid so.

A little personal.

It's okay.

We can glue its head back on. Glue its head?

What kind of sick monster are you?

I've got others.

I can spare one.

Oh!

It's just a Christmas village figurine.

Now, what are you doing still awake?

Santa's coming, and I would hate for you to end up on the naughty list.

Now, for the love of reindeer, don't step on the ground. You're going to

somebody.

I'll just see myself out. I'll catch a cab back to the North Pole.

Here I go, leaving now.

Bye.

Stupid gingerbread man.

Yay, Christmas.

Kit,

are you there?

to sleep here? I mean, these slippers look really comfortable.

Just wake her up, but be gentle.

Don't want her squashing you like a bug.

I got just the thing in here somewhere.

What's up with the whole fanny pack anyway?

You must be talking about my utility belt.

Why? You jealous?

Uh, that's a definite no.

I get it. I'd be jealous of the best Christmas gift ever, too.

My parentals have to get a little creative with their gifts. Truth is, I'm

usually flying solo on Christmas.

Had these walkies for five years now.

Never had a friend to try them out with.

Till now.

Hmm. But Dad!

Here it is.

Uh, why do you have a tickling feather in your fanny pack? Where else would you

keep your tickling feather?

Definitely a Christmas to forget.

Wait, why do you get to cute sparkly walkie -talkie and mine is all ten hut?

Oh, I just thought that the camo one was more your vibe. You know, less girly

girl. Since you're clearly going for the whole I'm super serious thing.

Wait, what?

Me?

Uh, that is so not what I'm going for. Oh, well, either way, the bedazzles

my eyes.

I think I need some radio silence.

I should go off radio, too. These old lady dogs are pretty gallant.

Time to double feather.

Gucci, Gucci, go.

Come on, wake up.

Gucci, Gucci, go. Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, go.

Barkley, we have a problem. A big, furry, whiskered problem.

Did you hear me?

Turn your walkie back on.

What up, Cud? Behind you!

You need to run!

Go, girlfriend!

I mean, the moves are kind of whack, but I like...

Come on, start down here. Why didn't you warn me? I was trying to.

He told me to linger here.

You know what? I'm going to make a break for it.

Meow. Meow.

Meow. Meow. Meow. What are you doing?

Big cat.

Trying to reason with this thing.

Nobody. Big cat.

Stupid sound.

Keep running.

Yup. Couldn't agree more.

Berkeley,

talk to me.

Come on to the group.

Have a few laughs.

It's okay. Just stay where you are. You'll be safe.

Stay in the tube. It's not safe.

Wow, that is totally going in the new Christmas tradition.

Barkley, furball, 12 o 'clock.

Hey there, kitty kitty.

Look, I know you're angry.

I'd be angry too if I had to wear that.

way not actually come this way yeah you see the difference right

You're why cats have a bad name.

Well, that ribbon did absolutely nothing.

I stand corrected.

Hello? Little dudes?

Anyone in there?

If you can hear me, go.

Go to the light!

Go to the light!

Cuz? Cuz?

Barkley? Can you hear me?

Cuz? Barkley! Answer me! Answer me!

Come on, dead battery.

Stupid bedazzled walkie!

You know you're not supposed to be on the table.

Play with your own toys.

Oh, my word. It's the middle of the night.

Timothy and the kids should have been here by now.

My phone.

My phone.

Grandma again.

Must have fallen asleep.

Um, you were supposed to be here hours ago.

Everything is ready.

I even have something extra special for little Timmy Jr.

Please call me when you get this.

What?

Tensile pause.

You understand.

After all these years, I knew.

We have to record this for science.

I'll get the camera.

Plays on the move.

My only chance for elf backup.

Children, I'll be back.

Remember, the microwave and the garbage disposal are not your friends.

Just touch the letters that spell your name. Come on. You'll be famous.

They'll put you on the interweb.

You can do it. Yes, you can.

grunt, scream, yodel.

You know what? I'm coming in there after you.

You saved my fanny pack back there. The least I can do is... Oh,

for the love of humanity, what is she feeding this cat?

Oh, oh, I'm sorry, cuz. I thought I was strong enough, but the smell.

The smell.

I didn't deserve you.

You were the best fourth cousin I ever had.

We didn't know each other for long, but the times we had... Good times.

And

you

smell like a cat toilet.

Well, hold your nose.

We've got a table to climb.

See? The cat lady's phone is on the desk. We can call for help.

Okay, well, we better hurry because we have less than two hours left.

Whoa.

Candy.

Sweet, monster -sized candy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Barkley, stop acting like Barkley. Think we're on a mission?

Mayday! Mayday!

Elf! Emergency!

Alert! I can't find the sled!

Does any elf copy?

Alfonso! You missed the rendezvous point! We had to take off!

Don't go!

I have a situation!

And we got stuck in some stuff! You're gonna have to fix it on your own, kiddo!

On my own?

I'm not trained for this!

I'm not trained for anything.

The grandkids.

They do the whole pajama thing, too.

I should have taken that picture.

We will.

I promise.

Uh, what are you doing?

Gotta stretch out the old number dialing legs.

Barkley, please stop making me roll my eyes. I'm getting a migraine. Okay.

Okay.

Okay,

you hit the six and eight and I'll hit call. Okay.

Who is this? It's the middle of the night.

Uh, Dad!

It's Emma!

We need help!

Whoever this is, don't call her again.

Whoa.

Okay, then.

Uh, we'll send a text. An SOS. Uh, you jump on S and I'll jump on O. But I want

to do O.

Watch it, Tiny Tim!

Total butt dial.

This just got weird.

Autocorrect. You are the bane of my existence.

Timothy? Can you see me?

Are you on your way?

You're still at the airport.

I didn't realize the storm was that bad.

Well, it has to clear up soon.

Everything's ready when you get here.

Okay. Bye -bye.

It's okay, Temple Paws. They know how much this visit means to us. We just

to wait a little while longer.

I need some candy.

We need a new plan. Right, Barkley?

Barkley? Where are you?

They're so good!

Stop eating the candy! I can't stop myself.

It's so much yum.

I've eaten my weight in sugar. My cavities of cavities. My blood runs

chocolate.

Barkley, this is bad.

Old lady's eating her feelings. You've got to get out of there.

No, I won't leave my sweet babies.

We could stay in the calendar and live the sweet life.

The milk chocolatey life.

I need some chocolate.

Come in.

What chocolate can she eat?

Chocolate eating freak!

This looks fine!

I guess a good night's sleep is something I'm not getting for Christmas.

Snow's really coming down.

I bet it looks good against all the lights I put up.

Girls should see that.

snowing.

On Christmas Eve.

It's beautiful.

I mean, you can almost see the individual flakes.

My dad did a good job with those lights.

Clock ticking.

What are we going to do?

I've got the most epic idea.

Kids, you've got to see this.

Like a winter wonderland.

Kids?

Yes, yes, an exterminator. Two of them.

They are like tiny girls, only scary.

Elves?

They were around the present, and one of them had a magic bag tied around its

waist. My cat saw them, too. He might be able to describe them better.

Hello?

Hello?

are here.

Freeze!

Easy.

Is that tree loaded?

Maybe.

Who are you?

Alfonso, the elf exterminator. I heard you had a little problem. A very, very

little problem.

Where did you see the elf infestation? The advent calendar. They were on my

chocolate. Oh, no.

Great Caesar's snowballs.

Are you in there, kids?

Hang tight. I'll get some oatmeal and prune juice and have you out in a few

hours.

I did not eat them.

I don't think.

My stomach has felt a little funny.

Probably just nerves.

Tonight has not turned out exactly as planned.

Fear not.

Alfonso the Great Elf, Gnome, and Leprechaun Chaser is on the hunt.

If they're here, I'll find them.

They can't escape my expert eye.

Look out!

It's them!

They're flying!

That copter went for my grandson!

Babes! Stop them!

The remote!

No! No! No!

No! No!

No! No! No!

Give it to me!

No!

Christmas?

My snot has turned to snow boogers.

Well, that plan went bust.

You think?

We're done. We'll never make it now.

Don't worry, cuz. I got a plan.

Two words.

Snowball. Can.

Please stop.

Wait, is snowball, can, and three words? Who cares?

It's crazy.

Like... riding quadcopters or wearing fanny packs or tickle feathers.

The only reason we're here is because you wanted to hang my stocking from a

fireplace.

I just wanted to help. Well, stop.

Because your help isn't helpful.

It's a disaster.

No wonder you never had a walkie -talkie buddy.

You're right.

Pushed too hard.

I had to go full Barclays.

It's just that my parents are always on the move.

And I've never had a real Christmas.

So I wanted this to be special.

You know, with stockings hung by the chimney and presents under the tree and

family and friends.

Never even had a real friend.

But when I met you, I thought maybe... It's stupid.

What's not stupid?

I'm just being a Grinch.

I needed a friend, too.

I never expected this exactly, but it's growing on me.

And not totally in a fungal way.

I should have just hung my stocking from the stupid TV.

It really is a great stocking.

Mom made it.

She rocked Christmas.

Every year, she got my dad these insanely hideous sweaters. Itchy,

ones.

I got my dad one this year.

Roll time steak.

So gross.

It's under the tree right now.

She loved Christmas so much.

It hasn't been the same without her.

Maybe not the same, but it doesn't mean it can't be good.

You're right.

It's Christmas.

Anything's possible.

Especially with a friend who's got your back.

I feel a heartfelt hug coming on.

Right back to Bo Barkley. Oh, you know it.

Hey!

You can hear us?

Elf ears.

Upside, super sensitive.

Downside, impossible to find earmuffs. And headphones.

The elf! He's talking to us!

I'm really sorry about the whole shrink -rate snafu.

Totally my bad.

I'm a tech guy. I usually work behind the scenes.

I've never even been up this late on Christmas Eve.

We are so doomed.

But I am going to Christmas up and save the day. We are going to your house to

find my unshrinking goggles.

What are you doing with the grip there, fella?

You've made some serious conditioner.

Yeah, but have you felt this elf skin? So smooth, like a baby.

Stop moving, what are you, Irish, dancing in there? You're making me itch.

Again, conditioner.

What are you doing?

How could you possibly have gotten here so fast? You're like a granny ninja.

See, chintzophores, I'm not crazy. I caught the elf.

Now where is my grandson's toy? Toy?

Um... Look!

A flying reindeer!

Huh?

We should do something.

He's a big boy. Big enough to not be eaten by owls.

Unlike us.

There you are, toy thieves.

She really is a granny ninja.

Okay.

I thought you elves were supposed to give presents, not steal them.

That copter was a special surprise for my grandson. I need it. Well, hopefully

you got a gift receipt.

I had to take care of a few tiny things.

Closing the airport.

For a little snow?

But what about the food, the presents?

A blizzard.

I see.

Well, maybe we'll see each other in the new year.

Or in the summer, when the kids are off school.

Love you.

Hug my grandbabies for me.

Well, I guess I won't be needing that copter after all.

It's gonna be all alone.

On Christmas.

Come on, cuz.

We got a mountain to climb.

Let's Christmas like a ball.

It's so cold.

Can you feel my eyeballs?

We're so close.

Nothing is going to stand between us and that window.

Swing! Body splitting!

Swing!

Let's do that again!

Ugh, we cannot be related.

Tell me again why we had to use the back window.

I don't like the way that elf eyeballs me, okay?

Point is, we're home.

But not home free.

Ten and a half minutes left. We need to find those goggles.

They have flashy lights on them. Look for those.

This should help.

How'd you do that?

Atomic elbow drop the power strip.

From down here, this village looks really creepy. This place is going to

nightmares.

And I love nightmares.

You're such a goof.

You're her favorite aunt. I thought maybe she might be trying to head back

for Christmas.

Yes, I've searched everywhere.

I'll call you back.

All we've got to do is climb up the base of the tree and crawl out into one of

the branches.

Mommy.

For once.

Emma?

Barkley?

Come on.

We can't go back. It's now or never.

Just like a video game. An extremely dangerous video game where you only get

precious, fragile life.

And no savings.

That's your pep talk?

Yeah, I could really use a little bit more pep.

I'll work on it. For next time.

As if there'll be a next time. Still not helping!

You call it.

I can do that.

Just go on in.

I'm alive!

I'm alive and I don't know how!

You're also going the wrong way!

Open your eyes!

What?

My bad.

I can't watch.

I'm stuck.

Take a few off.

Darn you, discount pleather.

We're going to leave him, Mark.

Did I do that?

With my mind?

No, I did it with my hand. I just realized this thing was a train switch.

Oh.

Tiny Peep, are you in there?

Let me guess,

another alphagram.

Blood crisp, like a bomb.

The kids are in here. The kids? My kids?

Where?

What are we going to do when we

reach the goggles?

I mean, our tiny fingers can't work the button.

You're right.

We need to signal my dad.

But how?

Them. They're in the tree.

The goggles.

No!

I'm

slipping!

I think I can reach you.

All you gotta do is grab my hand. But you're stalking.

It could be lost forever.

Barkley.

It's okay.

Is there going to be a countdown?

Now!

Wow.

I can't believe that worked.

I've got a really crazy idea.

The ugly Christmas sweater?

I mean, this is crazy, even for me.

I knew you'd dig it.

It's been an honor Christmas thing with you.

Saved by the sweater.

It's just so bad. Stretch my feet. Stretch my feet.

Girls?

How is this possible?

Are you all right?

watch you tonight.

The sun!

It's Christmas morning. We're out of time.

I feel taller.

Hey, could you give me another zap?

You know, give the old basketball career a little boost.

No problem. Stop while you're ahead.

If anything had happened to the two of you... It's my fault.

Sorry, Dad.

I've been a total Ebenezer Scrooge. I shouldn't have made you move here.

Dad, it's just different.

But different can be good.

Different can be awesome.

You know, there are actually gifts under here, too. You might need a magnifying

glass and tweezers to open them. I could zap them. No!

Whoa.

Okay, then. I guess it's yell at the elf day.

Wait.

The sun is up. Why did the goggles still have power?

Jill!

I let you down.

Christmas Eve is over.

Not everywhere.

Hawaii, for example.

We still have a few hours on the bucket. You invented this stuff. How do you not

know that? I've never field tested.

We're on the roof. Get up here. We've got a ton of toys to deliver to Maui.

And you are piloting the sled.

Me?

For real?

Sled pilot?

It was going to be a surprise.

For all the hard work you've done over the years, we all bought crash helmets.

I'll be right there.

Ah, we did it, boys.

I love the holidays.

Oh, hey, let's just keep this on the down low, okay?

What happens on Christmas stays on Christmas.

Aloha.

Christmas remain hard.

He really needs to learn how to use the door.

Should we open some presents?

Giant Elves!

Tinsel Paws! Attack!

Wait! We come in peace!

Uh, I'm your new neighbor from across the street.

We were wondering if you might want to come over and be part of our Christmas

tradition.

You can bring your psychic cat.

Ah, a microscope.

Maybe now I can find our couch.

Oh.

Hey, this one's for us.

Oh. From Alfonso. It was stuck to my shoe when I left.

Figured it was worth unshrinking.

I think there's something underneath.

Oh.

And something for you.

What?

Maybe I'll open it.

We should take a picture.