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(French National Anthem)

- Frenchwomen, Frenchmen,

the reason for my speech tonight

is to announce that I decided

to quit.

Long live the Republic!

Long live France!

Goodbye.

* Jeff! We can still see your hair.

- Do I need an haircut?

- Hello, it's us, the Tuches.

Back in Bouzolles, everyone is unemployed.

Following Quack-Quack's advice,

we invested all our money into ecology.

Green Bouzolles, he named it.

Well, it's making money,

but we still struggle, especially with waste sorting.

- Here goes. The blue one? - PAPER AND CARDBOARD.

- The pale blue one? - YOGURTS.

- The royal blue one? - YOGURTS LIDS.

- The pink one? - Q-TIPS.

- The pale pink one? - BEER BOTTLE CAPS.

- The dotted red one? - EGG SHELLS.

- The stripped purple one?

- CAT BRUSHES. - There you go!

- Georges Diouf, just signed up in Qatar.

- Isn't it hot, today?

- No, 116,6 °F, it's winter here.

- He probably shouldn't have.

- Georges! Don't go, Georges! You'll burn!

You'll burn!

- My Stéphanie doesn't share the same humor as Qatari.

Being pregnant, it was best for her to stay Bouzolles.

She felt like she had a mission here.

- You're the most beautiful candidates in the region.

- Coaching... - Chosen among many.

Your goal :

Miss Christmas 2020.

But, hey!

Don't get carried away.

It's a long way until you reach the perfect weight.

- What's the perfect weight?

- The weight of your arms multiplied by four plus two femurs.

Duh!

- Jeff and I bought a new house with a garden.

- Working on my Christmas trees, I am Jeff Tuche

- While unemployed, Jeff is teaching Jiji how to be a real Tuche.

- I like your shoes, Grampa.

- They sure are nice.

Know who owned them before I did?

- No. - Zidane!

He wore them on July 11, 1998

on the day he took out the trash.

- Wow. - Wow, precisely.

This is great, Jiji. We're good, doing nothing.

- We're doing something. We're fishing!

- And so you think!

But look, see? There's no line, no hook, no worm.

Can't fish anything. So we are actually doing nothing.

Working?

- Sucks! - Right!

Go on, don't fish.

- Granny Booze? She found the way to meet her soulmate.

*- Once, a woman claimed to be 85

“but she actually was 67.

*- On OldieButGoldie.com,

“we don't lie about our age.

*- On OldieButGoldie.com, old people are really old.

- As for Will, he's rescuing animals in need

and there's a lot of them, believe me.

- Hey ducks, how's it going?

I have a brother named Quack-Quack.

Hey ponies, how's it going?

Eat up. You still need to grow bigger.

Hey, Rabit! Hey, Rabbit!

Hey, Rabbbit. Rabit,

don't smell Rabbbit's ass, that's a no-no!

Hey, Turkeyo.

Hey, Turkeyi.

Hey, Turkeya.

Turkeya?

- FRIES! FRIES! FRIES! FRIES!

- Yes! Coming, coming!

C'mon, make way.

Roasted turkey with fries.

- Perfect! - That's an organic turkey.

- Sure is organic, she was still wandering in the garden th...

- Can't find this turkey anywhere...

Seen Turkeya today?

- Who?

- Turkeya. Turkeyi's sister, Turkeyo's niece. Dindona.

- Right, Will. - Yeah.

- I'll tell you the truth, otherwise no one will.

This morning Turkeya got hit by a car.

And broke her, uh...

a thing, like a knee or something...

We took her to the vet who said

we couldn't use a cast

not even a splint.

So, we asked him

"What do we do with it?"

And he said : "Well, then."

So we did what we had to do.

- Yeah, I get it.

But where is she?

- Well, she is...

She's home.

- Where's home? Where is she from?

- Turkey.

- Just like Turkey vultures. - Of course.

- More poultry meat, hum... - Hubert.

Louis XVI used to

eat turkey twice a day

- Stop pretending to be a historian and just eat, damn it!

- Jiji, pop-quiz! Name this sauce.

- Ketchup. - Let him answer, butthead!

- Don't care, I got it right.

- That's it, Will.

He's got to learn too, he's behind.

Of course he is, he's Parisian.

- That's fine, try again. What's this sauce?

(- Samurai... Samurai...)

- Samurai sauce!

- I told him. - Wait, wait!

Samouraï sauce, how is it?

- Spicy, spicy, spicy! - It's so spicy that your eyes hurt!

- SAMURAI! - Nice, my Jiji!

Bravo. - And what's happening Saturday?

- Grandma Cathy's birthday!

Congratulations

- Those are baby questions, I too knew the answer.

No need to cheer for him.

- Here are the plates...

- Thanks.

- Something wrong, Cathy?

- It's alright, it's alright.

- I know you like a husband knows his wife.

- Well, we are husband and wife.

- All the more reason.

Why do you wash them before putting them in the dishwater?

- I always do that.

You'd know if you cared enough.

- Tell me what's wrong, darling.

- I want my family to be there for my birthday.

- But we will be there!

- I want my sister too.

I barely talk to her twice a year on the phone.

- Here it goes again!

- It's normal for my sister to be there, right?

- You know it's not about Maggy,

but her husband, stupid Jean-Yves.

- Oh right, yes, big deal.

You had a fight 10 years ago

and I still suffer from it.

Really! The devil and the deep blue sea!

The devil and the deep blue sea!

- Jean-Yves, he was stupid 10 years ago

he should still be stupid now.

- Yes, you don't know that, you don't.

Plus, it's easy to make peace with stupid.

- I cannot forgive him.

- 1 300...

- Is this gonna be long? - Don't worry, anytime soon.

Thanks for coming with me. When you'll see her,

you'll be amazed.

- Let's end this sale with some humor!

- Here she is, here she is...

- A 1987 R21 Manager, 215,500 miles...

- Beautiful!

- What about it?

- It's not just a car. It's a a masterpiece.

She's got a tiny flaw

and it makes her perfect.

I have all the money left from my unemployment benefit: 200 bucks.

- How much is your unemployment benefit?

- 2,000 bucks a month.

- Damn. - Know why?

I registered with two names.

“Tuche”,

I closed the "U" with a pen, making it "Toche".

Touche and Touche. Like Macintosh!

- Damn!

- I also get veterans' benefits for WWII and child support.

- Damn!

- Right!

- Opening bid: 20 euros.

- 30 euros!

- 30 going once, going twice. - 50!

- 50 going once, going twice.

- 120! - 120!

- 130.

- Fuck.

Don't care, all-in...

200!

What do you say?

Thanks, benefits!

- 200 euros

going once, 200 going twice...

- 201 euros!

- 201 euros, going once...

- Why, Jean-Yves?

- 201 euros, going twice...

- Only a manager can drive a Manager.

- 201 euros, sold!

- Ah, dear,

did you apply for the violin thing?

Is it during the holidays?

- Yes, this year Renaud Capuçon is visiting

- Renaud Capuçon...

Don't who who he is, but

Capuçon rhymes with violon. (violin in french)

- I'll let you know soon. Yes, sending you kisses.

- Who was it?

- Jeff.

- Jeff?

- Jeff Tuche, my sister Cathy's husband.

- What did he want?

- He asked if you were still alive.

- Of course.

- So I said yes,

and he replied, that's a direct quote:

"Too bad.”

- Is that it? - No.

You're invited to Cathy's birthday,

well, actually, I am invited

Of course.

But since you're still alive, and still my husband...

You're also invited

- Well, not happening.

Jeff and I, we're opposites.

I am a self-made man, hard-working and tireless.

While this parasite,

this lazy redhead, this dumb slacker...

- Would you mind playing violin in your room?

- But mom. - Go play some violin.

- I'm getting tired of violin...

- Cathy and I are sick and tired of of your stupid macho fight,

your stupid grudges.

- Maggy, when a Hammer says no, it's final.

- If you don't come,

no more boom-boom.

None, over. You can put it in a bag

and ship it overseas!

- Oh, no.

- CATHY, SING A SONG! CATHY, SING A SONG!

- My family lives in Limarais

Our kind of people isn't fancy

Spending all auntumn digging up the soil

For we are just peasants

Don't have much to say

But I've always loved them

From time to time, I visit them

Spending Sundays in Limarais

Is it bothering you to walk in the mud

- Is it bothering you to hang out with us

- Is it bothering you to walk in the mud

- Is it bothering you to hang out with us

- Yeah!

Bravo, everyone!

Maggie!

- Cathy!

- Well done, Maggy!

*- Jeff called us. *- My Jeff!

- Happy birthday, my darling!

*- Oh, that's very nice, it's...

And uh, when is-- where is Jean-Yves?

*- He's coming. He's just busy with his new job.

- What a shame! Oh, what a shame, what a shame!

What a shame.

What a shame.

Such a shame...

What a shame! What a shame, what a shame!

* You done, Jeff?

- Sorry I missed the show.

I had a meeting with the States.

*- Speak of the Devil!

“Jean-Yves, my brother-in-law!

*- I'm glad you made it

*we're so happy you're here. Right?

- So happy.

*- I'm super excited.

*Alice, you've grown, my dear! You're beautiful!

- Hello, aunt Cathy.

- I wish you a happy birthday Catherine...

- Catherine? Do I call you Jean-Yves?

- Give auntie her gift, get it over with, and poof.

*- Poof what?

- Poof, we're happy.

- Happy birthday, auntie! - Oh!

Cracklings from Sainte-Crécelles!

*- Kirsch-flavored!

- Oh now, I say, that's our childhood.

Let's have a drink. Come with me.

C'mon, Maggy! Let's have a drink!

- I drove here.

- Duh, you didn't walk here.

With such tiny legs,

it would have taken forever.

- Guess which car I was driving.

- Say hi to aunt Maggie. - Hi!

- What a handsome little man!

- That's Jiji,

our grand-son, Stephanie's son.

And there's another one on the way.

- Why is his brother still on the way?

- I'll explain later. Congratulations, Stéphanie.

- Thanks!

- She really can be busy!

- I have my own Miss school.

- What's a Miss?

- Well, a Miss...

- She doesn't know...

- It's like the President... but

with a dress.

- Exactly!

*- This one is for Turkeya...

“My favorite Turkey. The song is L'Alouette.

Lark, nice lark

- How long have you been using the app?

- Be warned, never on the first night...

sober.

- I love stuffed animals.

Lat year, I shot and stuffed a deer.

*- Now, my dad will sing...

*But it's still my mic...

- Cathy

There's so many men that I am not

There's so many words

to speak

That I don't say

Oh Cathy

- Ah, hello.

Wait, let me guess.

- You're Donald? - Exactly!

- How's it going, unc Jean-Yves? - Hi, Will.

- No, I'm Donald. - You said you were.

- Yes, I am. You are you? - Well, Jean-Yves.

- You're not Donald? - No, that's your brother.

- Who's brother? - Will's.

- And who's Will?

- Well, you are. - See, you know it.

- Almost forgotten dreams

Fading away

Let the devil take them

Everything seems meaningless

Vanishing

In the...

In the blue of your eyes

Cathy.

- Thank you, my Jeff.

- HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CATHY!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CATHY!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CATHY!

- Oh, what fun.

"No boom-boom", that's our atom bomb!

- Why are you laughing?

- We're talking nuclear weapons.

- THAT'S THE LIMARAIS DANCE TAP ON THE HEAD

THAT'S THE LIMARAIS DANCE TAP ON THE HEAD

THAT'S THE LIMARAIS DANCE TAP ON THE HEAD

- Cathy! Maggy!

Happy birthday, Cathy!

Happy birthday, Cathy!

- Careful, you're drunk, Maggy. - No.

- Aim for the door.

Well then...

That's the biggest room, and it's Will's,

- Yes, it is mine.

- Well then, then Alice...

Well, she can sleep with Jiji.

- It's too much trouble. We better leave.

- I want to sleep over at my sister's.

Jean-Yves Hammer! - She said it!

As the TV thing said...

The ad, PSA thing...

"When you love drunk people,

"don't let them drive."

Good night, Jean-Yves.

We'll get you cleaned up.

- Oh no, no shower!

- Use a washing mitt.

We can't fit through at the same time.

- That's the Limarais dance...

- Maggie!

- You built this? - Yep.

- It's nice. - Yep.

- Oh, a little door.

- Yep.

- Ah fuck!

- That's Éric's house, but he's depressed.

- Ah, I read the "Echoes" newspaper, do you?

- Do you. Do you. Do you...

- What?

- What. What. What...

- Ah ok. I get it. Echoes... Very funny.

- Very funny. Very funny...

- Right, are you done? - Yeah.

- Ah, it's hot! - What is it?

- Hot flashes, the change of life...

- The what?

- The change of life. You...

- Ah yes!

- Don't you have it? - Well no.

- Hi everyone, slept well? Say hi to Éric.

- Hello, Éric!

- Hello, Éric.

- From what I've heard,

the more you do it, know what I mean,

the later it comes... Seen that on TV.

- So, Hammer, still enjoy working?

- I do.

Love working at Magazone,

maybe you've heard of it.

- No.

- I ordered a pizza that was never delivered.

Can you pay me back? - No!

- 8 cheese pizzas It was two 3-cheese pizzas.

- Two times three equals six. - Prove it!

- Jeff's underwear is a real toaster.

It's hot, hot, hot! Never stops.

We do it constantly, not as much as when we were younger.

But at least three times a day.

- Oh okay...

- Don't look at me that way.

Looks like you're judging me...

- I'm not judging.

- What was I saying? - Wasn't listening.

Laughing makes me thirsty, want a beer?

- No, thanks.

Ah, Donald.

I'm telling you because I know you're discreet.

Something wrong with the toilet, there's no water.

- It's a dry toilet.

So we don't waste water.

- But it stinks!

- Ah, it stinks? Ah shoot, it stinks...

Eat organic, it'll stink less.

- This stay's gonna be long.

- I'm okay being king,

but I'm a lazy king.

- I am your queen...

- The prettiest candidates...

Your goal : Miss Christmas 2020.

- Oh, what does he want now?

Such beautiful tinsels... Beautiful.

Beautiful tinsels. Good idea.

There, now I just need to plug them.

- What happens when you drive? - I have a solution.

- So?

- Use an extension cord.

- You'll never a big one,

or it's gonna unplug.

- And it's gonna knot in the roundabouts!

Come on, Jean-Yves! Extension cord, of course not!

- Very funny, really...

- Honestly, little Alice is talented.

Never seen anything like it! She's got it!

- She's got what my Stéphanie also got.

- You got it! - Miss looks nice on a resume too.

- Jean-Yves.

- I want to ask something but I'm afraid...

I wanted to know how is the Manager doing.

- It's in the garage, gotta take it to the junkyard.

- Oh, God! Shush, no.

No, you misheard, he didn't say that.

Your sister is fine, don't worry.

There, she's shaking now...

Tell her that she's okay.

- Now enough with the jokes.

Your sister is okay.

- Non, I can't believe it... - Fuck!

- He thinks a car has feelings and needs an extension cord!

That's crazy, Jean-Yves!

- Mom, can I become Miss?

- We'll discuss it with your dad. There's no rush.

- Yes, actually, it needs to be now.

Your daughter is a winner,

a rough diamond.

I can shape her, like a true artist...

I can spu... I can scu...

I can scuf....

I can spult... I can spouft...

- Sculpt her. - I can spult...

I can make her win.

- That was good.

- I'm tired of violin... - So am I.

- It sucks! - It does.

- You mentioned the extension cord first.

- No! No! - Yes! Yes!

- Feeling better, enemies-in-law?

Ah, such fun!

- C'est du passé. (it's in the past) - C'est simple. (it's easy)

- It's simple past tense. (past tense)

- Stop repeating what I say.

(- It's ok.)

- Dear,

now is the time for the surprise.

Beautiful!

- Bravo!

- Bravo! - Amazing!

(- Put your violin away.)

- I also played bagpipe when I was a kid.

- Well done! Well done, Alice.

Violin is not part of my 100 favorite instruments

but now,

you surprised me.

- Does Jiji play any instrument?

Piano, violin, flute?

- Jiji is gifted! Right?

A genius. Just like his grandpa.

Ready, Jiji?

- Yes, grandpa. - Show them, focus.

TANF?

- Temporary Assistance for Needy Families.

- LIH?

- Low Income Housing.

Houses for people with low income, hence the name of it.

- SSDI?

- Social Sec...

- Social Security Disability Insurance! Pretend to be disable to get it!

- My grandson is the Mozart of social benefits!

Bravo, my Jiji! You're the best!

- My pride, bravo!

- Well,

where's rabbbit?

- Didn't have time for fancy cuisine

so I did a "just-throw-it-in-too". - Ah!

- So I threw rabbit, fries, mash potatoes,

and gratin in too.

- Is it good, mom? - It's this week's leftovers.

- The older it is.

- The better it tastes!

- Here, that's for you.

Dreams, Alice, you can't just dream them, you must live them.

It;s for you.

- A rabbit escaped, I don't know how.

He doesn't have keys.

- Must have used his rabbit's foot.

- Thanks for having me.

It's nice to see a reunited family.

- Not too much.

- Maggy, how do you survive without potato?

- It's my diet.

- A potato-less diet, isn't right for a Bouzollaise.

Let me just explain it then.

Your body cells remember what you eat

since you're a child.

So your cells

remember potato.

You could die

if you don't eat some.

- Really? - Yes,

they said it on TV.

- Jean-Yves, Alice told me about her violin thing.

- Alice,

Jean-Yves, I want you to officially know, and Jean-Yves

you don't get a say in this,

that Cathy is having us for Christmas Eve too.

The whole family together.

This is gonna be fun.

- Ah.

- Ah.

- What? It's gonna be great.

- Well yes,

amazing!

- What did you ask Santa?

- She means, what did you ask Magazone?

- Magazone, yeah.

- Santa delivers gifts, not Magazone.

- Yes. - Still believing in Santa, Jeff?

- If it bothers you, yes I'll believe!

- Anything you say bothers me.

- If there's only one guy

who can believe in Santa, it's me.

Because I won the lottery

and became president in one lifetime.

- You sure got lucky

but still didn't get the Nevada Manager!

- Oh my.

- Did you sell your hair to buy your Range Rover?

Go home, Jackhammer...

- I'm sick of your wallpaper! - What about it?

- There's a reason why we don't see each other!

Maggy: your coat, we're leaving.

Alice: your violin. They'd be dumb enough to use it for wood.

- You're jealous and stupid like an anvil!

- I wanna do the Miss Christmas or I will scream!

- Oh wow, that is scary.

- In the car!

- We better leave.

- Yes, it sure is better!

If you see Santa, ask for a brain!

Right, you can't! Because he's not real!

- Hammer, anvil, that's another joke.

A good one.

- So?

- I talked to him, he's okay.

- Asleep? - No, not yet.

- Are you sleeping, Jiji?

You okay?

- Is it true that Santa isn't real?

- But of course he's real!

Shouldn't listen to people like Jean-Yves.

- Why grandpa?

- Because Jean-Yves, was never a little boy.

Let me tell you one thing.

When he was born,

he was already wearing a suit

and had a big mustache

with a suitcase too.

He said: "I don;t want milk

"becaue I only want to work, work.

"Where;s my office?

"Love overtime!

"I want to work,

"I want to work, I want to work

Know what we'll do tomorrow?

We'll go see Santa's workshop.

- Is there one here? - Of course!

Does that make you happy?

Are you giving grandpa a hug?

Kiss

- You smell like beer, grandpa. - I know.

You will too, soon.

Be patient.

Come on, sleep well, my Jiji.

- Good night, grandpa. - See you tomorrow.

- See you tomorrow, grandpa.

I can't wait to smell the beer.

- Magazone lives up to its name

and keeps its promises.

Behind you, the largest warehouse in France:

100,000 square meters.

- For those who are interested,

it is in gross surface area one twentieth of Monaco

or a quarter of the Vatican for Catholics. Sorry.

- It's impressive!

- To lead this ship, I leave the final word to its director,

Jean-Yves Hammer.

- Before we eat...

- AH!

- And to drink a glass...

- AH!

- I suggest a little visit of Magazone.

There are all kinds of toys, everything that is possible.

- So?

How's the hiring doing?

- 200, as expected.

- The first two years. - Yes.

- Afterwards, we robotize.

Careful, though.

Don't tell, it's a secret.

- Of course.

- If you successfully complete this project,

next year, it’s Puteaux.

Right, I have to go back to Paris. I mean, in Puteaux.

These meals piss me off.

What is this wart?

- Ah, that’s Limarol.

It's an old factory which we are going to transform into a parking lot.

- Hurry up, it ruins the view. - We're going to destroy everything.

- Perfect!

Hello, Hammer. - Goodbye, ma'am.

- What is this mess?

It's closed.

- If it's closed, Santa will not bring gifts.

- No, don't worry, my Jiji.

Can you look after the kid?

- Yeah, dad.

- I'm talking to Jiji.

Hello.

- Hello.

- What happened? Is there no more toy factory?

- It was my father's workshop.

It's over, it doesn't work anymore. I sell.

- That's not possible.

I am with my grandson, Jiji,

we came to see Santa's factory.

- Children don't believe in Santa anymore.

- You shouldn't say that, sir.

Who do you sell to?

- Magazone.

They have the lands around, except this one.

They're going to destroy everything and in January, There will be parking lot, I think.

- Hammer!

- Oh no, a bulldozer is more efficent.

- Thank you, sir. Bye.

I have an offer to make.

- Okay, so Thibault,

tell me about yourself.

- After my MBA at HEC Paris, I went straight to Hong Kong

for an internship at Jebsen Corp.

It opened my mind on marketing in Asia.

- What is Nazi-A marketing?

- No, I said in Asia...

- Were you dressed as a Nazi?

- No, no, I have...

- I don't understand a thing. Listen, I have a conscience.

I would like a coffee. There's only one machine downstairs,

but how to do it?

How to do it?

How to do it?

- Someone should go get it for you.

- Right! You have to go get me one.

- Damn, why did I connect these?

- Why meeting at 3 a.m.?

- It must be important.

- Maybe he said 3 p.m.

Or not.

- It's okay, I wasn't followed.

- By whom?

- Too many questions.

Right. Comrades,

before starting, we have to change our identities,

if we ever get captured by the enemy.

Just in case.

From now on you will call me

Moby Dick.

Couchard, what do you choose?

- Rex. - Good.

- Lepain?

- Vivaldi. - It's very pretty.

Monnier?

- Monnier.

- No. Well, no.

C'mon!

Your name will be Be‐Bop‐a‐Lula.

I prefer She's My Baby.

- Non, Be‐Bop‐a‐Lula.

- Jeff.

you're so hairy.

- Do you remember Limarol? - Across Magazone.

- Yeah, Jean-Yves, your brother-in-law, he's the manager.

- That idiot who bought the Nevada.

- Manager.

- That you missed for a single euro.

- Yes, well, we get it!

That's off topic!

Listen carefully to my plan. We buy Limarol,

we make wooden toys

and the children order them

to Santa, by writing a letter.

Like old times!

- Yeah.

- Uh?

Remember when we were poor?

Where were we taking our kids at Christmas? To Limarol's!

They were watching how toys are made.

We told them that it was Santa's factory.

Remember their sparkles in their eyes?

We didn't have much at the time. but we were happy.

Haven't you forgotten all that?

- Bobo the clown, he's in the attic.

- There.

- How can we afford all that, Moby-Dick?

- With profits from Green Bouzolles, Be‐Bop‐a‐Lula.

- Isn't it beautiful? - Yeah.

- Ah, BTW,

I got a call with feedback from the owner of the future parking lot,

he wants to take the lead on the sale.

We need to debrief ASAP.

- And in English?

- In English.

I received a phone call

from the guy from Limarol, the ruins across.

He sold.

- To who?

- Jeff Tuche.

- Thank you, Thibault.

- So:

"Last week, Magazone inaugurated a distribution warehouse.

“Its manager, Jean-Yves Marteau,

"said he was proud to manage this platform

"100,000 square meters..." - 100,000!

- "built at the exit of Barjoules on departmental road 25."

- Incredible.

- Remind me,

wherever she is, the Limarol toy factory?

Enunciate, I didn't understand.

- Well, give me time.

I say, she's at...

I mean, you know...

- Across Magazone. You think I don't understand?

- Oh okay, that's it.

I see where you're going with this, actually.

- Oh yes? - Of course.

- Where then? - Got it!

You really have a devious mind.

- Yes yes. - So.

- It's me. - You have a devious mind.

You think that I bought Limarol

because it is located across Magazone, which Jean-Yves is the manager of.

- Yes.

- This same dick who, ten years ago, bought my Nevada Manager

that I missed because he thew in an extra euro!

And now, I would have wanted to piss him off,

like this, he won't build his parking lot.

Is that what you think?

- You're a genius, Jeff Tuche.

You are clairvoyant, you are a medium. That's exactly it.

- You know what, Cathy? I'll tell you the truth.

- Oh, I can't wait.

- I made this for Jiji and for all the children of the world,

so that they keep believing in Santa Claus.

That's

why I did it,

madame.

- Oh, put it that way, I agree, Jeff Tuche.

But now, no tricks...

- Well, sure.

- Hello, hello.

An unemployed at work, I have rarely seen this.

- What are you doing here, Hammer? Do you want some nails?

- You bought this ruins?

- Were you interested?

- Stop taking me for a fool.

- So to answer you precisely, yes, I bought Limarol.

- It's okay, it's okay.

- Any other questions?

- And what are you planning to do here?

- Make toys for children who

write to Santa.

Children who write,

it annoys you. - Are you going to make toys?

Wooden trains who go choo-choo

and rabbits wagging their tails and the ears?

- Exactly!

- Jeff, Jeff.

I know, you bought Limarol because it is located

across Magazone that I own

and because, ten years ago,

I bought the Nevada Manager that you dreamed of having

and that you missed because I threw one euro more.

- To you, I can tell the truth.

Yes.

It remains our little secret.

- As regional manager

from a world leading group distribution,

I wish you good luck.

- What I see is the world manager of buttheads.

- You're going to lose a lot of money, Jeff.

- You only think about money!

You're just a shark, Hammer!

- I have a conscience issue.

- Do we still work with the Taiwanese? - No.

- Good!

- One of our suppliers have security breaches.

- Oh, that's not good.

- People risk their lives working in these conditions,

I don't want it blamed on Magazone. Stay there!

So I don't know what to do, that's it. I don't know.

- Call the labor inspection.

- Yes, call the labor inspection.

Here.

Read this and change your voice, you never know.

- Hello. I have some news for you.

- What are you doing?

- I change my voice.

- Don't use mine.

- Is that your voice?

- Say hello. - Hello.

- That's me. Use another voice.

- Which? - I don't care, not mine!

(voice of famous French singer) - Hello? Yes.

I have some news for you. Listen,

the company located at 15 route du vieux pont in Barjoules...

- What? I had to go to the pharmacy.

- I didn't say anything.

- I hear you thinking.

- You have a message, it flashes.

*- Hello? Yes.

*Listen! I have some news for you.

“the company located at 15 route du vieux pont

*does not respect the safety regulations

*and the workers are not declared.

*That's all. Kisses, kisses.

- Claude François.

- Sounds like him, yes.

15 rue du Vieux Pont, Limarol factory.

- Everything is ready. I have one thing to say: well done everyone!

Really, you all...

Well...

I will use a word which I am not used to say:

you all worked well.

Yes, Monnier?

- We all worked well, we are ready,

but I have a question: what are we making?

- Climbing shoes.

- Really?

- No, duh! We make terracotta tiles.

- Really?

- Monnier, duh! We make toys for children.

Couchard? - Yes, but,

we don't know how to use the machines.

- We don't know how to make toys.

- We come from Bias!

- But that's not possible!

- Excuse me. I can help you if you want.

- Who are you?

- My name is Nicholas Claus.

I was a carpenter, so if I can be of help.

- Are you from Barjoules?

- No, I come from the North. But I moved here.

- Hey, guys, look!

It's snowing.

- They're gonna suffer!

- Oh yes!

- Hello, who is the boss here?

- It's the guy in red.

- There's nothing funny.

- Of course, start there.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- We're here to inspect.

- You can search, you're not going to find anything.

I've never worked! Three hours at the Élysée, at most.

- Now, you're working, Mr. Tuche. - No, I'm the boss.

Ever seen a boss working?

- Very spiritual.

But we noticed numerous shortcomings.

- Meaning?

- Your workers are not declared. They don't wear helmets.

Alcohol in the workshop.

And you employ children? - Hello Mrs.

- He's not a child, This is Jiji, my grandson.

And that’s Bouzollaise.

When you drink too much, you have the helmet, normal.

- Mr Tuche,

We have to close your factory.

- If I may, madam.

The work is provided by employees

in exchange of a salary, correct?

Good.

Now who is getting paid here?

Yes,

in this factory, no salary is paid.

What we do here is not work.

So if there's no work,

there cannot be labor inspection.

- There.

- The factory remains open.

- I wanted to say it, but you said it better.

Well done, Nick!

- Hello, handsome beard man.

- Hello, pretty princess.

- You are so sexy when you speak...

- Thanks.

- Do you understand me?

- Of course.

- To win, you must sacrifice

- THE PRALINE CANDY

- To be a super woman

- DON’T TOUCH THE PASTRIES ANYMORE

- To get on the podium

- NO MORE CHOCOLATE

- Girls, set up the benches for me.

History lesson in 5 minutes.

Hi.

- No kiss, I feel sick.

- You're making the right choice, aunt. Alice has it in her blood.

- On the other hand, Jean-Yves must not find out

because otherwise, he's going to be angry.

She's off to a good start on her internship

- Don't give up, my Alice, Don't be like your mother.

- I love you, mom.

- I love you too.

- Girls, This is Alice, my new recruit.

She's my cousin who is going to do her Miss internship.

- Hello, my name is Alice.

I play the violin, clarinet and oboe.

I speak three languages ​​fluently

and I want to become a paleontologist.

(- What was that?) - I'll stop you right there,

the important thing, is not that you play flute

or whatever you want be in a magazine.

The important thing is your cause.

Being Miss is the opportunity to defend what we believe in!

And you, Alice? What is your cause?

- I don't know, stop CO2 emissions.

- That's a new one.

You need a basic message, we are addressing men.

Take me, my cause

is to repopulate Limarais.

And for your dreams to come true.

I have been ggiven, and now I give.

I give.

- Well done, well done!

- Good.

Go ahead, Nick.

- I introduce to you

Bobo the clown.

- So that everyone knows...

it is possible that I will be pregnant soon.

- It's magnificent.

- Yes, magnificent.

But I wonder... I don't want to ruin the mood,

but will kids today like that?

- There's only one way to find out.

- Mom?

- Yes, my darling?

You;re not playing?

- Can we go?

- Yes. Already?

- Can we go buy some ice cream?

- Ice cream in winter? - With beer, like grandpa.

- No, fries if you want, but not with beer.

- It's a failure.

- We sure didn't make a hit.

- Well, Will.

What are you doing here?

- Damn, I fell asleep in the box.

What month is it?

I didn't break it, did I?

- Do you like wood?

- No, I prefer oak.

- Bobo the clown.

Your parents' generation loved him...

- He's funny.

But it's really corny.

Really, really corny. Corny, corny...

Like really corny.

I've never seen something so corny, corny...

- Yes, I get it, I get it. Understood.

- And what's more, Jiji didn't like it.

- Yes,

but you are an adult with a child's soul

and that's rare these days.

- No, I know a guy like me.

No, I'm stupid, it's me!

Hey, I have an idea. Can you help me, Geppetto?

- My name is Nick Claus.

- Ah okay, Geppetto.

I farted...

Geppetto, I farted...

- Wait, let's try this, put on the hat.

- We tried, Dad....

- It's so funny.

- Have you seen the hat? Look, here goes.

360. - His arm's moving!

- It's going to drum.

- Very funny. - Yes, it's funny.

Look what he does with his hands.

Press the button. Bitchin' Christmas!

- There, this will work.

- Bitchin' Christmas!

- Bitchin' Christmas! *- Bitchin' Christmas!

- Well, sometimes, in life,

we believe that there is no more hope...

very often in these moments

and suddenly...

How can I say?

Like Apollo 13,

they were in a bad situation in in space.

But

Tom Hanks, he still made it out alive.

- And after, he was able to save Private Ryan.

Well, my friends.

I call Will

and Nick!

- Well, with...

with Wilfried,

we wanted to introduce you to Bobo

the bitch!

- And now I'm going to...

What do I do again?

- You press the button.

*- Bitchin' Christmas!

- Well done, Will. You're a toy genius.

- It's Geppetto, he taught me everything.

- But who is Geppetto?

- It's not complicated,

your son is very, very talented.

- It's nice to hear because it's true that... Huh?

He wasn't... He had no future.

Right, Will? - Yes.

- It must be said that...

until he was 8 years old,

8...

a vet was taking care of him...

So sure,

you're happy, but

it's an achievement. - Yes.

Thank you, mom, thank you, dad.

- Well, don't thank us, that's normal.

- It's a beautiful moment.

- It's big for everyone.

- It's a lot of joy for your parents.

(Italian.)

(English.)

- All children writing to Santa

will receive a Bobo the Bitch in their homes.

- Millions of views for Bobo the Bitch

in less than a week.

- Children, Santa is waiting for your

handwritten letters!

Santa Factory, Limarol, Barjoules.

(multi-language Bobo)

*- What is Christmas?

“Well, it’s a dream, it’s sharing!

*- This toy, built by the Limarol factory,

“will be one of the greatest Christmas hits.

- Oh! *- Bitchin Christmas!

- Do you find that funny?

- Bitchin Christmas!

- It's you. You scared me.

How did you get in? - I have the keys.

- It's nice of you to stop by!

- Sit down, Hammer.

The office is overwhelmed with emails asking for Bobo the Bitch.

- Bobo the...

Ah, Bobo the Bitch. No, we don't have it.

- Yes. We do.

Magazone has it all.

89 million products,

from toilet brush to cars, we have everything!

Except...

Get on with it, we need it.

Otherwise...

- I won't go to Puteaux? - Oh no.

That would be too easy.

In case of failure, you will be transferred to Nigeria.

- The packaging factory in Lagos?

- That one.

115 degrees in the shade, feeling 120.

At your funeral,

there will only be a little goat.

Get to work, Hammer.

- Goodbye, ma'am.

* Thibault, come! - Right now, OMY.

I mean, on my way. I'm coming.

OMY!

Another problem with the crumb suckers.

- Don't care. Went to school? - Yes.

- Do you know how to read lips? - Well no.

- Try anyway, come on.

- Um, are you okay, Jeff?

Paper. Letter?

How are you? Good and you?

And your wife? Oh, you know...

- Yes, okay then?

- The post office is overwhelmed by letters for Santa .

- I'm afraid. - Don't think about it,

and look carefully where you walk.

(- Come on, Alice! Courage!)

- Yes.

It's nothing, my darling.

A beginner's mistake.

I set a few traps.

1997, parade in Saint-Goujard,

the mother of a competitor throws a nut

on the podium.

Fell and broke my leg.

I missed the shortlisting for Miss Limarais.

If you want to be a star...

- BEWARE OF NUTS

- Hi!

Am I bothering?

- You won't say anything to dad?

- Don't worry. I'm not a snitch.

Keep going, you will become a real Miss Bouzolles!

- Thank you, uncle. - Girls!

We need you. We're swimming in mail!

Come on! - Girls, forward!

- ONWARD!

- Thibault?

Thibault!

How are you, my Thibault?

- We have a problem with Korean screwdrivers.

- The toy factory makes a toy that we don't have.

They don't want to collaborate.

I would like all children from France to order it.

It's not for the money, that's not it.

But still. We decided to make a knockoff.

But I don't know how to make one, that's it.

How to do it? How to do it? Stay there!

- Send someone who would pass for a worker

and who would steal the toy. - Of course.

I will send you, you're going to pretend to be a worker

and you will steal the toy.

Thibault?

Thibault! Thibault!

- What you are asking me is illegal!

- Say that again and remove the “i”.

- What you are asking me is legal.

- See?

- Why me? - Add “not”.

- Why not me? - We agree!

Want another beer?

- No, thank you. - Well, no more than three Bouzollaises,

the damage would be irreversible.

Don't worry, it'll be fine.

What won't be fine tho, is your hairstyle.

Clothing wise, we're going to improve.

Where were you born? - Neuilly. Sorry, Crécelles.

- Sainte! - Sainte-Crécelles!

- Forget everything you learned at school.

- What if I don't succeed? - Impossible.

You are gifted, you have a gift of imitation.

- “You read lips.”

- You are a born actor. Trust me.

Right.

This is what you're going to say...

- Ah, it's hard to come off, they put some on me...

Good morning. - Good morning.

- You remind me of someone, but I don't know who...

It's crazy, incredible.

I can help you, maybe?

- Yes, a helping hand?

- It's a shame, but it's too late.

We are full.

Now, I'm really sorry.

- It was important to me, after what happened last Christmas.

Because of those Magazone bastards...

Bye.

- Wait and see.

What happened with those bastards from Magazone?

- On Christmas morning I was

with all my cousins, we were playing outside.

The ball went down the road

and my cousin Thierry,

he chased the ball

and he got crushed by a Magazone truck.

- My God! - So my other cousin,

Pascal, who left to go help him,

he got crushed too.

- No? - So my other cousin,

Francis, cousin by marriage, who was there for the holidays,

he said to himself “impossible”.

He was very, very sad,

but he was very brave, he crossed the road,

there was bunch of cousins ​​on the ground.

He got squeezed between two trucks.

Just... whiplash, bam!

- No, really, admit, it’s really bad luck.

- No. Wait, it's not over yet. There is Jason.

- Fifteen cousins?

- Crushed...

- Poor kids.

We can't leave him. - Well no.

- No, no, no, no.

- “Santa, I would really like to have a Bobo the Bitch for Christmas.

"I hope you can grant my wish.

“I send you lots of kisses and wish you good luck

"to prepare all the gifts

"for children around the world.

“Chloe, 47 years old.”

- Oh wow.

Girls, let's get it together. We hit it.

- Yes, fifteen cousins.

- It's crazy, reminds me of something.

It will come back to me.

This is the mail. We receive up to 10 bags a day.

Are you okay, girls? - YES, MR. TUCHE!

- Good. There, you see, we put the Bobos.

- They are beautiful, your Bobos! - Say it again.

- They are beautiful, your Bobos. - Faster. It's hard to say quickly!

Here, quality control. It says there, “Lortnoc ytilauq”.

- What? - “Lortnoc ytilauq.”

“Quality control” backwards.

Okay, you're gonna help Monnier.

I'm warning you, he's dumb.

Monnier! I'm sending you some backup for the paint.

- We rather need backup painters.

- Have you seen how stupid he is? Come on, good luck.

- What?

- Well, you're not from here. - It's true, where are you from?

- Sainte-Crécelles!

- Ah, Sainte-Crécelles. - See you tomorrow then.

- Yeah, see you tomorrow. - Hello, guys...

- It's been 3 months that I haven't been to Sainte-Crécelles.

- You scared me!

- I like you. You're my lookabike.

- Do you mean "lookalike"?

- Lookalike, when is that two people look alike.

Lookabikes are looking for bikes. You;re my lookabike,

it's logical.

Hey, you're going to come and eat at home.

With us, no fuss! We eat like we talk!

- Will there be veal?

- Why?

Do you like veal?

- I love it!

- Ever driven a Nevada?

- Oh well, no, never.

Mom, let's go! Nick, will you bring my mother back?

- Yes yes.

- You know that apart from the Indians, you are the only one who understands me.

- Well, I have traveled a lot, maybe that's why.

- If we have children, we will call them Emilion and Pétrus.

- Why not.

What would you like to have for Christmas?

- A dance with you.

- We don't have to wait December 24 for that.

- When the time comes

for cold and frost

I wish I could find a gift

In a white cradle

like a cherub

A child of yours for Christmas

Pink and wonderful

very small and frail

Innocent and sleeping

under the green tree

To be the heart of our universe

A child of yours for Christmas

- Don't worry, that's normal.

2nd gear cracks when you shift into 3rd gear and the 3rd cracks when you go to 5th,

but if you go from 4th to back, everything is fine.

If you go from 2nd to 5th,

there, you engage reverse gear, double clutch.

Did you understand?

- Yeah.

- Easy.

Are you hungry?

- A little, yeah... - What do you like to eat?

- Fries!

- Amazing, me too!

We have something in common. There are few in France who like that.

- Ah?

- Your favorite sauce?

- Samurai.

- No? Another common interest! Amazing! That’s crazy!

- Windshield wipers...

They don't work?

- If I plug them in, It cuts off the heating.

I prefer to be warm rather than seeing.

- I don't see. We stop, right?

- No! If we stop for that, we stop for everything.

Don't worry, don't panic. What is it?

Stop, it's okay! Oh, oh!

Calm down!

I'll tell you. We're going to get to the speed bump

of Sainte-Crécelles,

You then take right, OK?

Right, right, right!

Right, right! - Right!

- That's it, it's good, it's good!

It's not complicated. In a hundred meters,

as soon as we hear the dog stuttering, you turn left.

Left, left!

Straighten up! Yes! Calm down, calm down.

Straight ahead. You can slow down now.

And be careful, brake.

Voilà.

You see, it's not complicated.

We have arrived.

- We did it. - Well yeah, we did it, of course.

- Diouf needs me to send him some cream.

- Why I make gratin if you make mash?

- I don't like when the fries touch the gratin.

- Come on, come on, it’s hot.

- Why do I have two knives? - I invited Thibault.

- Good evening, Thibault!

- Put down your bag. - Good evening.

I don't want to disturb you. - No. Sit down.

- Give me a kiss two little kisses three little kisses

- Quiet, Jiji sleeping!

- A Bouzollaise? - Yes.

- Here, Thibault.

Here. we;re very friendly.

“Thibault” is a pretty first name.

- Thanks. - Oh yes.

My big guy,

we wanted to call him “Wilfries”.

Hein, "Wilfries".

You know what? At the town hall, they didn't want to.

So we settled on “Wilfried”. - Exactly!

- There you have Donald, but we call him Quack-Quack,

and Stéphanie, we call her that

because of the princess, from Monaco.

Of course.

- That's it! I remember!

When you told me the story with your fifteen cousins,

do you remember?

Same thing almost happned to me

- Can;t be. - It has nothing to do

with you, you have lost family.

So I respect that, obviously, no connection...

Do you want me to tell you?

- Oh yes, I would like to.

- I tell you: it was in America

and I had fifteen credit cards.

What' happened?

I lose these fifteen cards.

- Oh... - Right!

Same reaction as you.

There, what are you saying to yourself?

You say the same thing to yourself as me: "We can lose a card,

“but not fifteen.”

Do you agree with that?

That's it, I told myself that, exactly.

Eat, go ahead.

We can lose two cards, sure, but not fifteen.

You can lose three cards.

Viewers complained of having the same jokes over and over, producers cut it short.

- It always does that.

Thibault, did you like my fries?

- Oh, I loved it!

- If you like fries, you like potatoes, and so gratin.

Do you want it? Here, get some more.

- It's a bit too much, isn't it? - No.

The gratin, it's a real fries slide.

- A slide, It only goes one way.

- Yes.

- Well, no.

If you climb back up.

If you have any questions, ask me.

- Do you want some kelp soup?

- Olive oil? - Gargarin?

- He eats well, he has an appetite, it's nice.

- You must be from Bouzollais.

- One or two? - Oh...

One is good.

- Small bird appetite.

- It's good, huh.

- What is it? the little taste in the potatoes?

- You say nothing? Anyway, it's my secret eyepiece.

I put

beef white concentrate in the sauce.

But be careful, a ladle.

- What is a ladle?

- It's like a lick, but with a ladle.

- AIlô?

So Thibault, got the clown?

- I don't have it anymore.

They are strong, They poisoned me with potatoes.

I'm going to go get Bobo.

- Stay calm.

- Please, I have to go get Bobo!

I have to go find Bobo!

Bobo!

Bobo!

- Jean-Yves?

Where did you find these kibbles?

- It's the dog next door...

- Papa?

You should add a little milk.

- Sweetie?

Go to your room. - But mom.

- Go to your room.

Alice sighs.

We stop with the kibbles, there...

Okay, Jean-Yves,

you need to talk, I'll listen to you.

- I'm empty.

- Well that's okay, but what else?

- I want to stop everything, Magazone...

- Damn, and Puteaux?

- But I don't care about Puteaux.

- Go ahead, I'm listening to you, speak.

- Okay, I'll tell you everything.

- Yes yes.

Croquettes.

Yes, Cathy.

Croquettes.

The labor inspection at Limarol, it's him.

And Thibault, he works for him.

He is in a bad state...

- Jeff.

I have something to ask you, but you're going to say no.

- I'll take out the trash tomorrow.

- Non.

It's even more serious.

It's Jean-Yves.

- My respects.

- I'm an idiot. - That, I agree.

- I always ruined everything. - That's true, correct.

- I betrayed you.

Like Judas with the othesr...

- Judas. Wait, Judas.

It wasn't the butcher from Sainte-Crécelles?

- I blame myself so much.

No, it was Judin, the butcher.

- Judin. - Butcher, Judin.

- His wife left with the Japanese.

- That's it.

I'm selfish. -And you have little legs.

- Don't cut me all the time, it's already very difficult.

You and me, we are different, but we have the same ambition:

sell happiness.

- Yes, Jean-Yves, but I have to tell you something.

- You see, you agree.

Your clown,

it’s a huge success.

If we team up, it's a jackpot.

Finally, it's...

It’s just happiness.

I don't want to

force yourself, rush yourself. Take your time.

Take your time, Jeff. - All right.

Okay, fine.

Ah! I think about it.

Thibault forgot his bag at home.

Will you give it back to him?

- Oh yes, of course.

- I'm leaving, I have nothing to do. Okay, Jean-Yves, bye.

Ringing of the bell

The door closes. Zip of a zipper

Moans

Lively organ music

Phone ringtone

- Tell me some good news.

- We have the Bobo!

- How did you do it? *- I call it

talent, quite simply.

- I doubted you, Jean-Pierre. - Jean-Yves.

- We have 6 days left before Christmas.

* Here is the procedure to follow:

you will send by express parcel the Bobo at our Taizou factory.

- Jordana, given the deadlines, the Chinese are going to smash us

on the manufacturing price.

- I know,

but if we replace the wood with polyurethane, we can make it.

Limarol will not be able to sell it cheaper.

Manufacturing, packaging and delivery,

it will cost them fifteen euros.

- I'm ordering 500,000. - Are you sure?

It's a big investment.

- We're going to suffocate them,

nip them in the bud, atomize them!

Laughter

- 500,000 bitches, it's impressive!

- And that's just the setup.

Nothing would have been possible without you, my Titi.

Is the guy feeling better?

- I got my analysis results,

the doctor said I had the cholesterol level of a whale.

No more oil for 30 years.

- You'll see, it goes by quickly, I got them.

Hold! You deserved it!

Hop!

- For your daughter? - No.

It's for an old friend.

- So the Misses, are they working?

- FULLY! - We're in a hurry!

- Hello, everyone!

- Well, Jean-Yves. How are you?

- It's almost Christmas, so I brought

a gift to Jeff.

- Oh, what is it?

- It was successful, huh?

We called him "Toto the Bitch", the family grows.

- It's forbidden, it's counterfeiting.

He imitates her.

- Listen, Donald,

the big ones win, the small ones die.

You are in the second category, sorry.

Okay, well.

Merry Christmas everyone, eh!

Ah.

Just curious, hm...

How much will you sell it for, your bitch?

For us, the price is 9.99 euros.

And you are...

16 euros? 17 euros?

No.

Not 18 euros, right?

- No, we don't sell it. We give it.

What?

This is what we planned from the beginning.

- What do you mean “give”?

- I wanted to tell you when you had your religious breakdown.

- We can't give, it is prohibited in sells.

We can kill, but we cannot give.

- Big distribution...

That's it, we're going to distribute. Finally, we are going to give.

- But the world doesn't turn like that!

There are offers,

requests and in the middle of the profits, damn it!

Even in prehistoric times, we exchanged

small pebbles against larger stones.

- It's true.

- It's illegal to donate!

People who give, we must lock them up!

- Jean-Yves, people will choose.

Either 9.99 euros,

either zero.

- So. Jean-Yves, It's nice of you to stop by.

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year.

But we have work.

We have Bobos to send,

that we're not going to sell!

*- Bitchin Christmas!

Little laugh

Intriguing soft music

- Good evening, Jean-Yves.

- Who are you?

- A friend.

You shouldn't do that, Naily.

- Do you know my nickname?

- Naily, think of the child that you were and still are.

- I don't care about children!

- Have you thought about your daughter?

- She will thank me

when I'm done with this Christmas bullshit.

It only brings sadness and disillusionment, this fucking party!

- Naily...

You don't have to punish all the children who believe in it

because of what your father did.

- Don't talk about my father!

- What kind of man steals gifts of his son, on Christmas Eve,

to buy a piece of jewelry for his mistress?

What kind of man makes you write your letter to Santa

before tearing it up while laughing?

What kind of man

can poop in your sock,

that you had placed at the foot of the tree?

- Papa.

- Your father,

Roberto Hammer.

He was the bad guy,

not you.

- I'm so ashamed.

Do you know Santa ?

Do you believe that one day will he forgive me?

- Maybe.

Soft music

Soft music

- Oh! You scared me! You arrived quietly.

What is it, Monnier? - Look at.

- I didn't come to be forgiven,

I wanted to tell you that I was fired

and I feel better.

Thibault took over my position.

- You'll see, Jean-Yves. Unemployed, it's a great job.

Do it with passion, he will reward you.

Now you're an unemployed manager. - No.

The real manager is you, Jeff.

Merry Christmas.

- R21 Manager,

five speeds plus one free.

Heating from 1 to 60 degrees,

power steering,

0 to 100 kilometers/hour

in 13 minutes.

Turbo-dynamic reverse,

beer windshield washer.

R21 Manager,

the future is now!

- I have to go, I have nothing to do.

Grand orchestral music

- When we have nothing to do, think.

R21 Manager.

- Thank you, Jean-Yves.

Nick Claus told me about your father,

I know everything.

- Let's not talk about it.

You're right, it's in the past.

- The past, don't...

bring it back.

That's two Nevadas now.

They are going to have babies.

- Well no, Jean-Yves!

It's a wild car, It doesn't breed in captivity.

It's like pandas,

the Fiat Panda.

Come on, come have a beer. - Yes, come on, there you go.

- But shitting in a sock... - We don't talk about it anymore.

- We don't talk about it at all anymore.

Soft magical music

- Come on! Come on!

Oh!

- The children are happy.

They saw a beautiful Santa Claus.

- I think it's the last year, Jiji recognized me.

- Can I try? I dream of it.

- Ah, but yes, of course. Go ahead.

- Your costume is beautiful.

- Oh yeah! It's true, it suits you!

-And your sled, it’s perfect.

- Oh no, that’s a cart...

I will do one better, next year...

- If I were you, I wouldn't touch it.

- Oh, but what is that?

Soft music

What, finally?

Wow!

- Yes, but there is a little work behind.

So say,

you almost stole my job, this year.

- Don't worry! With me, no danger!

- I'm going, Jeff.

Oh well. Something is missing here...

Ah, there you go.

- But wait! I was thinking of something.

Nick Claus, isn't Nicholas the real name of

Santa Claus?

I just...

- Can you step back, please?

- Of course, Santa.

- Come on,

we're taking off!

- Grampa?

- Yes, my kid?

- I have something to ask you.

- I know what you want to ask me.

Well no, I'm not Santa Claus.

Look.

- Merry Christmas!

And see you soon!

Loir-et-Cher (Michel Delpech)

- My family lives in Loir-et-Cher

These people don't show manners

They spend all autumn to dig furrows

To return hectares of land

I never had much to tell them

But I've always loved them

From time to time I go see them

I spend Sunday in Loir-et-Cher

They tell me, they tell me

"You live without ever seeing a horse, an owl"

They tell me: “You don’t come anymore

"Even to catch a fish

"You don't think about us anymore

“It seems like it bothers you to walk in the mud

“It seems like it bothers you to dine with us

“It seems like it bothers you to walk in the mud

“It seems like it bothers you to dine with us"

*- Bitchin Christmas!

Soft Christmas music

Upbeat music

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