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Duncan, hey.

How was your weekend?

Not as good as it is to be back here at work.

Jingle bells. I hate leaving this place.

Here's a fresh cocoa, Duncan.

Thank you. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

More Christmas magic on station two, please.

Oh, hey, Duncan. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

Hulk, who goes there?

Oh, Duncan, it's you.

Good morning, boys. Just taking a look at that beautiful suit before it goes

into service.

Keep up the good work.

Friend of yours?

Are you kidding me? You don't know the inventor of tinsel? The technically

integrated naughty nice antelope?

That Duncan?

I should get out of the vault more often.

Everything's running smoothly as usual. Nothing strange, nothing odd.

Strange.

That's odd.

Error? Well, that can't be right.

Carol, hold the elevator.

Something's off in Naughty Nice. All the way up, please.

I can't, Mr. Duncan.

What do I do? What do I do, Gerald?

Did you try turning it off and on again?

That's it?

That's your solution?

All is calm, all is bright.

Everything is gonna be all right.

Well, well, well, Clunkin. Look whose perfect system isn't so perfect.

Pinball is perfect, Gerald. It's probably just cookie crumbs in the

Again. That happened once.

Merry Christmas. What do we got? I can't take it anymore.

It won't stop.

Go get some fruitcake, Travis. It'll calm you down.

Error.

Error.

Error.

Checking memory levels, going metric, naughty nice algorithm.

A flipper? Attention, naughty nice department.

Santa on deck. I repeat, Santa.

On deck. Good luck.

Clunk.

Clear? Clear, clear. We are jingle all the way. Ho, ho, ho.

What's up, naughty, nice department, huh? Yeah.

Just stopping by to say hey, bump a few fists, get everyone Christmas hype. Ho,

ho, ho.

Eh? What is it being in and bonging? We got a flipper, your jolliness.

Really? You sure someone didn't just spill cookie crumbs in the keyboard?

Once. That happened once.

Oh, I'm sure.

At first, I thought it was a glitch, but it looks like there's a child so close

to the edge of naughty and nice, they keep flipping back and forth.

A flipper? On Christmas Eve?

Who are we talking about?

File 579328.

Lincoln Loud.

Well, I'll be frosted. I thought your system was going to take care of these

things, Duncan.

It does.

It's just sometimes the case number flipping frequency can throw off the

transits, real -time redundancies, and auto -synchronization sequences.

You know one kid throws off everything.

This is bad.

Don't worry.

I can have an update in a few. There's no time for a few. Looks like we're

to have to go old school on this one.

Gerald!

Santa, yes, Santa. Back. We need a final ruling on Lincoln Loud's naughty nice

status. Send in one of your special ops teams.

Sorry, sir, they're all on assignment this close to sea day.

All of them?

Oh, this is a real Christmas pickle.

Actually, hold on a second. Why, yes, I have someone who'd be perfect.

Duncan!

Me? I've never left the North Pole.

There's no one else available, sir.

I'm all wrong.

He's all we have.

It's done.

The world needs you, son.

Christmas needs you.

I need you.

Oh, you do?

I do.

Now, Elsa, I know you'll be great.

Portal!

Oh,

all is calm.

All is bright.

Hi, Santa.

I was just contemplating the beauty of Christmas.

Thinking about the reason for the season sure brings a tear to my eye.

Aw, cut.

Need to change the battery.

Um, why don't you just plug it in, Clyde? Hey, who's the director around

got it. But why the DHS, Lincoln? How else am I gonna mail it?

Hmm, good point.

Okay, action!

I don't need anything this year for Christmas.

You being you is gift enough.

God, if you really feel like you need to get me something, I wouldn't say no to

the RIP Hardcore Limited Edition Mighty Mega Multi -Tool for rugged, rough -and

-tumblers and everyday heroes.

But again, I already have everything I need, right here.

Merry Christmas, Santa.

What into the fireplace?

acting I've seen since David Steele 4. The spies spy too much. Thanks, Clyde.

With an award -winning performance like this, Santa's totally gonna bring me

a... RIP! Hardcore! Limited Edition! Mighty Megaphone! The tool for writing

reference numbers and everyday heroes!

Okay, Clyde. Your turn. No video for me. This year, I baked my letter. Santa can

read it. Then eat it!

Genius! A man does love his cookies.

You're so gonna get what you asked for. And that will be the most powerful

kitchen tool ever invented!

The brisk quiz!

My meringues will tower.

Kids, Vanzilla's warmed up and ready to roll.

In case it wasn't obvious, it's Christmas time.

The Christmas countdown is on, and the whole family's super excited, especially

today. We're heading out to mail our letters to Santa.

Stupendous idea, Mr. Coconut.

We make a fantastic party.

Gorgeous. Thanks, Santa.

Love, Lori.

Ho, ho, hole in one.

I hope, Mr. Claus, you've enjoyed my 17 -point proposal.

Infallible.

and coconuts.

Yeah,

baby! Woo!

We always deliver our letters in person to a special

direct -to -the -North Pole mailbox located in the most Christmasy...

elf maps. I swear if it reroutes me one more time... Oh, how in the world am I

going to find this kid?

Christmas at Gingerhausen is a loud

family tradition.

There's something for everyone, even Lucy.

This is the year I finally get Krampus to sign my book.

I will reunite you with your brother, Donatello Cracker.

Yay.

Christmas is literally the best. Yeah, I love that we do this trip together.

Every time we take this drive, it brings our holidays to life. And I start to

think about what Christmas means to me.

in the weather patterns. Magic feelings in the air. We finally get a break from

school. Clyde, I need this multi -tool.

Picking out a Christmas tree. That's what Christmas means to me.

Like a carol song guitar.

Mark has got a throwing star.

Giving gifts to others.

Making cards for everyone.

Helping people feel the feel. Hey, this makes them feel the feel.

Standing under mistletoe. Burying myself in snow.

with neighbors.

Wishing them good timing. I can't wait to start surviving.

Cramping in the wrapping paper. Looking fabulous in red and green.

Looking out for cramping.

That moves me too.

You got a right to cry, Bucket.

Amateur. Mm, there's nothing like a Chaka -francouin to gear you up for a

Christmasing. Darn tootin', son.

So, what's everybody got planned for today? You know, there's a rumor in the

figgy pudding community that a shop here sells a secret ingredient for making

the most figalicious pudding on the planet.

Who's with me?

Lana? Lola?

No can do, Dad.

Lana and I are entering the snap -and -go selfie scavenger hunt. I've got

And I look great in pictures.

Anyone else want to be a fellow figgy?

No, thank you, Father.

I'm going to go skate. I'm going to check out ice golfing. Are there going

chainsaws? Would you put in?

That's fine. This is a journey I must take alone.

Bullseye! Great shot, Lincoln. Did you know the R .I .P. Hardcore Limited

Edition Mighty Mega Multi -Tool for Rugged Refin Tumblers and Everyday

has an attachment for making the perfect snowball?

I'd be disappointed if it didn't.

We can test it out on Christmas Day.

Man, I can't wait to get my everyday hero hands on it.

And then we can celebrate with a batch of Clydelicious cupcakes made with my

brand new breakfast.

Clyde, I have a feeling this is going to be the best Christmas ever.

There. That's our next spot on our Snap and Go Selfie Hunt.

No! You've been so nice this year! Don't blow your streak!

Still too close to call.

Just a couple more naughties and I can get out of here.

Figgy, fig, figgy.

Fig, fig, figgy, fig.

The North Pole? I mean, figgy, fig, fig.

All right, kid.

Make a move.

Clyde, do you ever get the feeling of being watched? Dr. Lopez says that's

generalized anxiety disorder.

Huh? Yeah.

Hey, you want the last sugar cookie?

Boy, do I.

Thanks, Lincoln.

Now he's back to nice?

Good gumdrop. I'll never get back to the North Pole.

Oh, boy.

It's the big man.

I'll bet he wants an update.

Hello, sir.

Oh, Duncan.

What's the status? Just check it in.

Oh, it's, um... You got this thing all, uh, wrapped up?

That's a good one, sir. Because we need to get those naughty nice numbers right.

Yeah. I've never missed a kid, Duncan. You know that. Of course not. I just

to know what to deliver.

We can definitely... Hold your reindeer, Duncan.

Let's go with the classic. Thank you, Jingles. Well, let's get it all under

control, Duncan. Looking forward to it being done.

Oh, yep.

Totally under control.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Does that anxiety come with a big crashing sound?

Nope. Then I think we're being followed.

I think you're right. What do we do? What Rip Hardcore would do. The three

Confirm, corner, confront.

Follow me.

Oh, you're not losing me that easily, flip -flopper.

Do you know where I can find Krampus, the Dark Underlord of Vinokton?

I'm on break, kid.

Krampus will remember the non -helper.

It's a sign.

Ah!

My eyes!

The color!

It burns!

It burns! It burns!

I love it.

Wow!

I just wish they were more portable.

You feel me?

Lisa, honey, we already have a tree topper. But this is a house topper,

The roof needs some pizzazz.

Lisa, honey, I... Mrs. Loud, I believe I have something for you.

You found him!

Indeed I have, and in mint condition.

I'll take it.

And how much for the star?

Is he still there?

Still there.

Confirm confirmed.

Come front! Who are you?

Nobody!

Liar!

Huh. You're pretty small for a kid. I'd appreciate you not thigh -shaming. I'm

quite tall for an elf. Uh -oh. An elf?

Like a Santa's elf?

Yep. Cranberries. He's an elf, all right. All elves smell like cranberries.

Well, you haven't met my cousin. He's a garbage elf and... What's doling? Why

are you following us?

Who's... Following anybody. I'm just observing.

Oh, Duncan, you never should have left the office.

Duncan? Is that your name? And what do you mean, observing?

More specifically, observing you.

Observe Lincoln?

What for?

To see if he should be on Santa's nice list or naughty list.

Oh, well, this should be a quick mission.

I'm obviously on the nice list. Case closed.

Well, HQ begs to differ.

You're what the North Pole calls a flipper.

Sitting on the edge of naughty and nice. And TBH, it is not looking good. Not

looking good? There must be a mistake.

I'm totally nice. Like, the nicest.

Not according to the data.

Trapping and interrogating an elf is a Class 3 naughty alone.

Yeesh. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

If I'm on the naughty list, I won't get my gift from Santa.

Oh, you'll get something from Santa.

Cole.

Duncan. Buddy, there's got to be something we can work out. You know,

between us.

Bribing an elf? Finally. That one puts you over the top. Thank you, 579328.

Wait, what? Merry Christmas, see you never again.

You can't go until we figure this out.

And that would be elf napping.

Carriage selfie!

Cheese!

Better luck next year.

We've got to catch him.

Yeah, good and naughty, more like.

Hey, wait!

Whoa!

Willful destruction of Christmas property?

Huh?

That's going to carry into next year. Come back!

Hey, I'm really pulling this off.

Clyde, this is serious.

What did I ever do that was naughty?

Put dye in Principal Ramirez's coffee so her teeth are green for a week?

It was St.

Patrick's Day.

Buried fake gold in Mr. Grouse's yard so he'd think he struck it rich?

It was April Fool's Day.

Snuck into a movie, swiped extra tots on Tater Tuesday, tricked the field trip

bus driver into buying us ice cream, tricked the mailman into buying us ice

cream, tricked the - Okay, I get it.

Sorry,

Lincoln. How about on Christmas, you help me bake something?

Hashtag brisk whisk, bros.

That's it! Christmas isn't here yet. I still have time to fix this.

Man, what's the plan?

I'm gonna knife my way off this dang naughty list.

Mint condition.

Wood glue.

This year's figgy pudding will be my monolith!

I will protect you at all costs.

Oh, I love this thing.

Your other hand is pretty cool, too.

Yeah, I guess.

Nice guy in the house. Who needs some nice? I'm so full of nice, it's coming

of my ears.

What's your angle?

No angle.

Since it's even for giving or whatever.

Mom, you need anything?

No thanks, honey. I'm good.

Dad, how about you?

No! You just want my precious.

Oh, Lisa. I bet she can use some help.

Oh, hey, Lucy.

Nothing.

Okay.

Amazing. I need more juice.

It's perfect.

You need help. I need to help. What can I do?

Tapping into our town's electrical grid requires a level of technical precision

that isn't traditionally within your skill set.

Ergo, you cannot help me.

Come on. Can't a guy do something nice for nothing around here?

I gotta take this nice on the road. I wonder if Clyde's free.

And I'm in.

I got it.

That was my bus.

Being nice is exhausting.

Okay, let's see where I'm at.

What? But I've been nice all day.

Really? Just mid to late afternoon.

This is outrageous.

What's a guy got to do to get the present he deserves?

You know, maybe doing nice things just to get a present isn't what Santa had in

mind.

I don't have time to be nice every mid to late afternoon.

I'm going to hack the naughty nice list.

Wait, you're going to move yourself onto the nice list?

Without authorization?

I have no choice.

Santa's forcing me to be naughty in order to prove that I'm not naughty.

Frankly, this is all his fault.

But I can't do this alone.

Hmm, I know Lisa won't jeopardize her nice status.

I need someone who operates without emotion or judgment.

This does not feel very nice.

Just kidding.

I don't care.

Oh, Lily, bad dream again?

Let's go snuggle.

E equals MC squared.

Great science is great art.

Science is organized knowledge.

Phew. What's your plan?

Two hack -ins. I need maximum juice.

Is it working?

One of these buttons has to work.

The

science

of today is the technology of tomorrow.

Huh?

Oh, no.

The ginger pad is toast.

Do you think it worked?

I think it caused my irritable CPU to flare.

I hope it worked.

Get it, buddy.

What the heck is this?

This better not be what I think it is.

Carbon. Hydrogen.

Holy moly. Molecules. This is coal.

Wait. Isn't coal what naughty kids get?

This must be a mistake.

Honestly, I'm not surprised.

What's happening?

I'm confused.

Mary.

are naughty?

The turvy Christmas here in Royal Woods, as residents woke up to a stocking full

of disappointment.

Right you are, Catherine.

You'll find no shortage of tears this morning. Everywhere you look seems to be

coals and crying.

Santa, why?

Literally every nice person in town got coal.

Yep, every one of us. Adding insult to injury, the Royal Woods naughties appear

to have gotten exactly what they wanted.

We now go live to City Hall, where Mayor Chandler is holding a press conference.

Mayor Chandler?

Merry Christmas, losers.

I finally got what I asked Santa for. To be the boss of everyone.

And to own my own fart machine.

Oh, no. I broke Christmas.

What did you say? Lincoln, did you have something to do with this?

Todd helped me hack the list and I accidentally disrupted the Christmas

continuum.

Can you blame me? This thing is the coolest.

It has everything.

Compass, fishing pole, parachute.

You ruined Christmas.

You ruined everything.

I'm sorry, everybody.

I didn't know this would happen and you'd all get cold.

There will be no getting today, no matter what Lincoln did. It's still

Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Cloud!

Oh, hi, Flip. Merry Christmas.

You want to hand them over now?

Hand what over?

Oh, the keys!

To your restaurant!

Well, my restaurant now.

What? You own Lynn's restaurant?

I own every business in town, thanks to Santa.

Gonna turn them all into food and fuels.

Food and fuels?

I'll give you till noon to get me those keys.

All right, I'll just throw a garbage can through the window.

Merry Flipmas to me!

What in the world is that?

Woo -hoo!

Thanks for the sweet ride, Santa!

Food and fuels?

This is the worst.

Flipmas ever.

Indeed. It really is. Without a doubt.

You really beefed it, pal.

I know.

So you're just gonna give up?

What am I supposed to do about it, Rip?

You know who doesn't give up?

Rugged Ruffin Tumblers and Everyday Heroes!

You're right.

Obviously.

Look. I know I beefed it.

But one thing is clear. We can't live in a world where Chandler Flippin' Boots

are calling the shots.

We have to fix Christmas.

So what's your big plan, Dinkin'? Seems to me there's only one person who can

undo what I did. And that's Santa.

But the geolocation of Santa's village is scientifically impossible to

determine. Believe me, I've tried.

Yeah, bro. We don't even know how to find the North Pole.

Huh?

Galloping Galileo, Lily's right!

This is more than just a place, Matt. It's a map!

There! The elf who was following me disappeared in a flash of blue light,

like that!

Will you help me find the North Pole so I can make things right?

I know you're mad, and I understand if you say no.

I really beefed it.

Considering.

Of course, sweetie. Us louts always stick together,

even when one of us beefs it.

This place is crazy spooky with no one around.

That thing is a menace. Oh, we chased the elf this way.

But I can't remember what direction we went.

That way.

Nice work, Lil. Let's go.

This is where I lost him.

Hey, wait a sec.

Is that your elf?

That's him.

It looks like he's touching something.

Hmm. This cobblestone is emitting high levels of quantum energy.

Classic sign of an obfuscated energy portal.

Open up. Open up.

I wish it were that easy.

The only way to activate an energy portal is to bombard the entry point

specific spectrum of light.

Brat, the light is too high. We need to redirect the beam down to the

cobblestone.

I know just who can help.

Clever, but the ice will never reflect the beam in the correct direction.

I don't suppose anyone has access to a high fractal prism or reasonable

facsimile? I might.

Would sequins work?

Yes, yes, that might work.

Do you have some?

I do.

I was ashamed, but not anymore.

I'm Lucy Loud, and I like ugly Christmas sweaters.

Oh, man. I'm going to portal barf. That was awesome.

Let's go again.

Look. It says this way to Santa's village.

Let's go.

I wonder.

Gingerbread. Yes.

The North Pole is so rad.

And the snow makes perfect snowballs.

You're right.

Ooh. I like the aquafolium. I need to see that holly variation up close. Come

on. We don't have time for sightseeing. Well, since we're sightseeing, let's go

sightsee that snowman over there.

Hey! Is that a bunny?

Oh, cute.

It must be cuddled.

Mom, can you tell everyone to come back?

Back in five.

But... Chill out, Lincoln. You made us all get coal.

Actually, Santa made me make you all get coal.

Oh, dear.

Maybe it's chocolate.

It doesn't smell like chocolate.

Hmm. Very nice specimen.

That can't be right.

Run, Lincoln, run!

Uh -oh.

Run, run!

Quick, sweetie!

Lincoln, you broke the North Pole, too!

Hey, man, are we trying to... Guys, can we fight about this later?

Sir, you're never going to believe this.

Case number 579328 is here!

We're already on it.

Oh, right then.

No, not that way.

Nutcracker's looking to crack our noggins. Um, okay.

Meet again, Lincoln Loud.

Everybody, this is the elf who put me on the naughty list by mistake.

I don't make mistakes, naughty.

I'm a nice kid.

Data doesn't lie.

Uh, I think what Lincoln meant to say was, thanks for saving us.

So what happened up here?

Why aren't you evil like those other creeps? Huh, I'm not sure.

I had just come back from Royal Woods and put the correct data into Tinsel.

Travis was happy.

Santa was happy. Everything was back to being perfect.

It was time for my break. I always go to freezer block C because it has all the

ice cream.

Ice cream, nice. I like where this story's going. Don't interrupt.

I was in the midst of a delicious scoop of Mary Berry banana when everything was

banana.

When I left the freezer, everything was like this. All messed up.

I guess being inside the freezer saved me. I don't know what happened to

everyone else.

I suspect what happened is that when Lincoln switched the naughty nice

Did what?

But switching the list would reverse the naughty nice polarity.

How could you? Does your naughty know no bounds?

We already played the blame shame game, Duncan. Now we're in problem solving

mode. So, does anyone know how to solve our problem?

Anyone?

We could try to switch the list back.

Maybe that'll reset the polarity. If what you just said will make things

then I say thumbs up emoji.

Well, it's worth a try. We can switch the list back at the office.

Great! Let's go! The problem is that we're here, and the office...

is there.

No! That ain't happening!

Two questions.

One, what do we do now?

two. Why do I smell taffy? We're under the candy factory.

Candy factory?

How much red rope licorice you got?

Any sign of the intruders?

No sign of them, sir.

Then keep looking!

Then keep looking!

Tell me what you were going to do to the candy.

Christmas is on the line, Duncan.

Sometimes you've got to ditch the rules and think like a flipper.

That's how you got us into this mess in the first place.

Okay, here we go.

Just remember, do not eat the licorice.

We stopped.

Why did we stop? We're halfway there, guys.

Could be worse.

How could it be worse, Lincoln?

I don't think I can move a muscle, sweetie.

Just about 300 yards to go. We've got this. Oh, come on. You barely have Lynn.

Everyone, please, stay positive.

Christmas is done.

She's right.

Unless... Sorry, excuse me. Coming through.

Lincoln, listen. The elevator's on the other side of the lobby. Lay a finger

aside the nose and take it to the top. Finger nose what? Where are you going to

be? You're going to need a distraction.

What do you mean? What are you doing?

I'm thinking like a flipper.

Duncan!

Hey, Gerald!

Looking for me?

I am now.

Get back here, Duncan!

Wow. That was so nice.

What happened to Duncan?

We have to go help him. He did that so we could keep moving. Come on.

Whoa.

This place is, like, totally trash.

There it is. There's the elevator.

All the way up. Should be one of these.

How about this one?

What was it that Duncan said?

Oh, yeah. Lay a finger aside of the nose.

Way ahead of you.

Gross, Lana.

Aside, not inside.

I got it.

Laying a finger aside of his nose, giving a nod up the elevator he rose.

Well, I'll be darned.

Lisa, the fate of Christmas hangs in the balance, but no pressure.

Got it. Pretty easy to log in considering the password was Merry

Okay, just need to find the naughty and niceness.

Ha, I'm in, and I think I can switch the list back.

But keep me on the nice list, okay?

Did it work? Is everything back to normal?

Ho, ho, ho.

Santa! You better watch out.

Get ready to cry.

Santa! I hope you all talk.

You're about to see why.

It's the new and improved Santa!

Now, with 100 % more naughty, wink, seize them!

Why didn't it work?

I don't know. Dude, this can't be happening.

Oh, it's happening.

All thanks to one person, the naughtiest of them all, Lincoln Lowe!

Me? I'm not naughty.

pin a mistake.

Oh, Lincoln. Hey. You're more than naughty.

You are a naughty visionary.

A naughty superstar.

No, he's not.

I love Lincoln.

My son's a good kid.

I always knew he was bad news.

Should we take a look?

If I'm on the naughty list, I won't get my gift from Santa.

That was taken out of context.

And was it a wake -up call?

Nope. I don't have time to be nice every mid to late afternoon.

I'm going to hack the naughty nice list.

Oh, I almost forgot the best part. Even after your quick fix ruined Christmas

and flipped the North Pole.

Boop. But keep me on the nice list, okay?

But I only said that because I'm nice, right?

Hey,

you look hungry. My restaurant.

Get back here.

And this is just the beginning.

I've got plans, but I need the man with the naughty plan right by my side. What

do you say?

There was never any mistake.

I am naughty.

My guy.

Welcome to the club.

Now, come on, partner. I've been brainstorming and have some ideas to

Could use some fresh eyes.

Lincoln, no.

Just let my family go.

They're not the naughty ones.

Of course, of course, of course.

I wouldn't dream of holding them.

Gerald, please take care of the louts.

Well, that was a lot to process. I am so disappointed in Lincoln.

Man, I'm disappointed in Santa.

Same. I was hoping for Krampus. We've been going down literally forever.

Where are you taking us?

The coal mine.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

Welcome to an eternity of hard labor.

That's the only exit.

Huh? Huh? Huh?

I can't live in a cave.

What will become of my skin?

Duncan's still out there. Maybe he'll find a way to save us. He won't.

Pretty cute, switching the lists back.

They can switch them as much as they'd like. It was never about the lists.

Have a seat.

That naughty hat of yours changed everything up here, Lincoln.

For the better.

It's inspired me, son, to keep the wheels of naughty progress spinning.

And now, with your family locked up in the mines forever, there'll be no one to

stop us.

What did you say?

I mean, did I tell you about the toys?

Help yourself.

Multi -tools, Lincoln.

All you want.

So much for limited edition.

You and me, Lincoln, think of all the things we can do.

I'm talking about a full Christmas rebrand.

Get ready. Here we go.

Nothing is the new...

Santa for the next generation!

Don't tell me you have a song.

Oh, you know I do.

Dang it.

I'm not your jolly Santa Claus, because that guy, he ain't it.

And it's my turn to spend some time on the other side of the lift.

I've been nice for much too long. I'm done with spreading cheer.

So I've got a few little changes I want to make this year.

Changes?

Like, nothing major, though, right?

Well, first I think we'll change the name to something a bit more fun.

I'm thinking Mary Disgustingness might roll right off the top.

Let's fix the reindeer and chuck the sleigh. The hall is sharp so we can

Cause naughty is the way. Let's blow the old Christmas away.

Lincoln, I want to thank you for your help. Cause I'm about to turn nice into

naughty. And I could not have done it without you. What?

I never thought I'd be this mean.

I'm not.

I get good at being obscene. I'm not. And kid, I owe it all to you.

for us. I'm not.

I'm damn right dangerous.

I'm not. Now let me give you one last thing to fear.

Cause Santa Claus is naughty this year.

Uh, Mr. Pringle, sir?

I don't really like this idea. I think you've gone too far.

Ah, Lincoln.

Don't forget this was your idea.

And frankly, I don't think we've gone far enough.

Aw. Bring forth an evil band of darkness to swallow what remains.

That Christmas Eve is never going to be the same again.

And who's the boy that opened up my eyes and made me proud?

Who made Christmas terrible?

His name is Lincoln Loud.

What's the plan?

I never thought I'd be this mean.

You better watch out, you better be bad, you better turn your smile into a

sneer. Cause Tag the Cross is naughty this year.

Hi, Gerald.

Naughty's over here. Yeah, yeah. No, the song didn't work.

We're going to need to go to plan B.

One minute you're waking up on Christmas morning in your BJs, and next you're

digging coal for naughty Santa.

Well, at least it's some solid cardio.

Who's that?

Are you okay?

Who's ready to get out of here?

Hey, it's Santa's little helper. Are you sure to take our birthday presents too?

I know you're really mad.

I've been really naughty.

But I've seen Santa's schemes.

And trust me, we do not want to unwrap those.

So, can't we get out of here as a family and save Christmas?

Not like we're going to live in this cave forever.

Okay, so Naughty Santa said the lists have nothing to do with the North Pole

being all messed up. Then, like, why is the North Pole all messed up?

Something doesn't add up. And I'm uncharacteristically out of ideas.

We're doomed!

And I never got to make my figalicious figgy pudding.

Oh, my stockings. That's Christmas magic.

Christmas what?

Seriously? Christmas magic is part of everything in the North Pole.

It comes from Mount Christmas and flows like a river. We put it on cookies,

toys, even Santa's sleigh. Christmas magic is what makes Christmas Christmas.

Well, I haven't seen a single drop of Christmas magic anywhere.

You're right!

Hmm. Perhaps the power surge through your ginger pad in Royal Woods changed

chemical composition of Christmas magic in the North Pole. And turned everything

big -time naughty, including Santa.

So if we get the magic flowing again, it would fix everything?

Theoretically. Fixing is good. Let's do fixing. Well, if magical chemical

reactions are like scientific ones, all we need is a catalyst.

If it'll save Christmas.

I humbly sacrifice my spaghetti.

Thanks, Dad. I know that was hard.

So hard.

Okay, which way do we go? We need to take that to the source of Christmas

Great. Good thing they don't know where we are.

There they are!

Oh, no! Run for your life!

No, I'm done running. We've got to fight back.

We can do this! We're the Louds! And nobody loves Christmas more than the

I love Christmas!

You'll need these.

I grabbed them from Santa's workshop.

They're for everyday heroes.

Like you.

Christmas turkeys.

Thanks, Lenny.

To the base of the mountain.

Now, all we have to do is climb up to the source.

We have to climb a cliff?

Why'd you let me do all that high -fiving?

Seem rude to interrupt.

Let's go.

You smell coconut.

That's it.

You cuckooed for the last time.

Did you hear that?

Hey,

where do you think you're going?

Oh, my hero. You may be on my left hand, but you've always been right beside me.

Get it?

Did you see how far I threw that watch?

Time sure does fly, huh?

And

then I

said, time sure does fly.

Uh -oh.

We've got you now.

You look like it's the end of the line, kiddo.

Don't do it.

You got...

That

ought to chill them out for a while.

Oh, Luna! Luan! There you girls are. Are you all right?

I've just shown some naughty elves a simply wonderful Christmas time.

Like, literally not interested in whatever made that sound.

Like my new ride?

That's right, Lily.

And this cookie is coming at you hot and fresh.

You

fools

thought you'd get rid of me.

That's how they make gingerbread?

Oh, sorry, Gerald. My bad. Still getting used to my new ride.

But this time, I won't miss.

Now, prepare to... Wait a second.

One, three, seven, nine... Where's Lincoln?

It's me. He could be anywhere.

I have no idea. I don't know who's Lincoln.

Clever boy.

My terrible confection is going after Lincoln.

I've always wanted a soup of Santa's play.

Do these multi -tools have a giant ladder or a hot air balloon?

Ooh, or maybe an escalator. leader. Let me check.

Phew.

We wouldn't want that to...

Good

gumdrops, Lincoln.

I got this all wrong.

Risking your life to save Christmas, rescuing your family, saving me just

and the magic?

You do belong on the nice list.

No, I don't.

I'm not all nice.

But I'm not all naughty.

Huh. I guess it's not as simple as I made it.

What do you mean?

I was so dug into my coding and algorithms, I... I didn't see what makes

person a person.

You mean the data does lie?

Well, it's just not enough.

You showed me, Lincoln.

No one's just one thing.

I guess what it boils down to is, who do you want to be?

It's up to me.

Yeah, it's a choice.

Well, I choose naughty.

And you can hand me over that jar.

Can't have any Christmas magic around to spoil our fun.

Climb!

Thought you could outrun a giant cookie reindeer?

Oh, and Loud Family, don't come any closer or you'll become a baker's dozen.

Leave them out of this. I'm the one you want, right?

You're right, Lincoln.

Might as well join up. Heck, you might even take over for me one day. You

already got the white hair.

I'll never join you.

Then I guess it's Christmas cookies for everybody.

Starting with Lincoln's new best friend.

Leave me dead, Dad.

You saved me.

Christmas magic.

Merry Christmas.

Huh?

Ow!

What the heck?

My restaurant!

That was close.

Huh?

This is dumb. Let's go home.

Hey, get back here! Your mayor demands it!

What happened? You chose to be nice.

Welcome back. I love you, Lincoln.

Back off, old man.

It's okay, Lily. I'm feeling like my old self again.

Thank you, Loud Family.

You saved Christmas.

And the North Pole!

What's wrong?

It just hit me.

My family missed out on their Christmas.

I wish there was a way for them to get it back.

Look at you, thinking about people other than yourself.

You've come a long way, Lincoln Loud.

That's right, Mr. Flipper.

There's no denying that.

Hey, Link, your hat is still gingerbread.

Now, let's see what we can do about that Christmas wish.

Shrouded in joy.

Best Christmas ever!

Honey, aren't you going to see what Santa brought you? After everything we

through? This right here? This is all I want.

What we went through?

Don't you remember?

The North Pole?

Ha! That must have been one heck of a Christmas dream. Wish we could have been

there.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, love.

Merry Christmas, man. I got my first whisk.

I'm up to my earlobes in whipped cream and I can't get enough. That's awesome.

Meet you for sledding later? You know it.

Merry Christmas, Lincoln.

Aw, thanks, Lil. Merry Christmas.

Who wants hot cocoa?

Whoa, what happened to Todd?

Welcome back to the nice lift.

Santa and Duncan.

The Lincoln Loud Lim - edition mighty mega multi -tool for everyday heroes who

saved Christmas.

You did it, buddy.

Thanks, Santa.

And thanks, Duncan.

Hey, Dad, are we going to have some figgy pudding or what?

Not this again.

Figgy pudding.

Delightful. Still gross.

Yum.

This changes everything, you know.

I know.

For the better, though.

Who'd have thought a flipper would open our eyes?

What do we do now?

I'd say it's time for that update.

Good job, Duncan.

I knew you'd be great.

We were great, Lincoln.

I just want my family to see.

The jolly sights and blinking lights of Christmas with me.

I just want my family to know that naughty or nice, I

won't think twice. Our love will still grow.

Check the halls, we're not done yet.

Strike up the band and don't forget about the most important part.

To hold your family in your heart.

Just want my family to hear the jingle bells and orchestral swells of Christmas

this year.

I just want my family to feel the love we share from

here to there will always be real.

So deck the halls, we're not done yet. Strike up the band and don't forget

the most important part.

Hold your family.

so you