All language subtitles for The.Good.Witch.of.Christmas.2022.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

- I'm so excited.
- I'm so excited too.

This one looks so nice here.

Yeah, it is a sign, people.

Alright, kids.

Come on.

Come on out.

I have some. Thanks.

I'm not sure
this is a good idea.

It'll be fine, honey. Relax.

He lives here?

That's what he said.

It must be up there.

I can't wait till Santa Claus
brings my gift!

You mailed my letter,
didn't you, Daddy?

Of course, sweetie. Of course.

Last one there is a rotten egg!

- And that's you!
- Slowly.

How can you still believe in Santa?
That stuff is for babies.

I know that Santa Claus exists

and right now he's crazy busy
with his helper elves.

Yeah. Of course.

Maybe he's not home.

We should go up the staircase.

I don't know why we'd need
an escape hatch, Tony.

Vince wouldn't be looking
at five to ten right now.

That was bad luck.

Vince got pinched
for an old crime.

I really miss him.

No, no, no, no.
You don't know who it is.

That's why we answer the door,

so we can see who it is.

-It might be the cops.
-We aren't thieves anymore,
okay?

-Try telling that to Vince.
-Well, I'll tell you
one thing about Vince.

He wouldn't be peeing his pants
if someone knocked at the door.

That's why I've been the lookout
for the past 15 years, alright?

You just stay in your lane.
Let me do my job.

-Okay. Answer it.
-Want me to answer the door?

-Permission granted.
-Okay, okay.

Hi, uncle Frank!

Hello, kiddos!

I'd like
to introduce you to Tony.

Hi, uncle Tony!

- Alright.
- Oh, uncle Tony!

I told you, you got
nothing to worry about.

- It's good to see you.
- Look what I brought.

Oh, my gosh.
It's our favorite book.

Puffins?

Listen, take it over
to the couch,

and I'll be over there
in a minute.

Um, do you guys have a minute?

We, uh, we need to talk.
We have an emergency.

Of course. Of course.

Sure. Take a seat. What's up?

Okay. Let's do it upstairs.

We already moved the bombs
up to over there, so don't...

No, that-- Hey. Please.

After you.

Oh, no. This is empty.

It's empty.

So, what's the occasion?

Frank and Tony, would you mind
doing us a huge favor?

-Sure.
-Would it be okay to look after

Liam and Olivia
just for a couple hours?

We need to do some
last minute shopping.

-Please?
-Oh, that'd be great!

That'd be so much fun!

-Thank you.
-This is a bless.

We can teach them
how to toss the dice.

-Play the ponies.
-Seriously?

Peter, that's ancient history.

Yeah, history. Exactly. History.

You and Vince, you promised me

you'd turned over a new leaf.
Tony promised too.

Look what I got us.
We're unemployed.

Hey, you know what could be fun?

We could teach the kids
to pick a pocket.

You know, uh,
hot-wire a car, crack a safe.

That's not going to happen.
- No.

Listen. You guys go shopping.
Don't worry about a thing.

The kids will be safe
here with us.

We're going to show them
some good old fashioned

-Christmas cheer!
-Thank you!

-Thank you so much.
-Thanks, guys.
We appreciate it.

Yeah, thanks really.

Uh, cops!

- Now it's my turn!
- Oh,

- that's my lucky balaclava!
- Hey, hey, hey

- I'm sorry.
- Hey, what are you,

a bunch of wild animals here?

Come on.

- Oh, this.
- Sorry.

This one didn't rip.

That's actually
my ski mask, okay?

Hey, it's a good thing
you didn't bust that one,
because if you did,

you wouldn't be able
to stay with uncle Tony
as your babysitter today.

Hooray! We're going to stay
with uncle and uncle.

Too bad uncle Vince is not here.

I just hope he's having fun
in the Caribbean.

-Oh, he's having fun, alright.
-Oh, my gosh.

Vince is having so much fun
in the Caribbean. Right?

He's there
with his buddies, you know.

Hanging out.

He'll be back.

-One day. On good behavior.
-Hey, hey, what gives?

We got rules here,
huh, kid, come on.

Come on. Off the couch.
Off the couch.

-Come on.
-uncle Frank said
we had no rules.

I did say there are no rules,

except follow the rules
at mom and dad's house.

- Great. Come here.
- Yeah.

Big story behind this couch.
One night, we're in Vegas,

- we picked up a couple of broads and...
- -Hey,

that's a great story.
We're going to go.

- Yes. We should go.
- Yeah, okay, you go.

Look what I found!

Yeah. Yeah, oh, okay.

Yeah. That's a crowbar.

That's not a big deal.

I'm sure you have
a crowbar at your house.

I'm sure you have one
at home too.

What's this?

Okay, those are
professional bolt cutters.

Which, uh, you can
borrow anytime.

Because not everybody has these.

Don't worry, guys. Your kids are

- in good hands.
- Yeah.

Okay. Well, you be safe,

- all four of you.
- Yeah,

- okay. Thank you.
- Love you! Bye!

- Be good, please.
- Bye!

Bye, gorgeous!

-Bye, mommy.
-Toodles!

- Okay, alright. Bye.
- Toodles!

-Bye, uncle Tony.
-Bye, Bob. Oh, thank you.

Liam, Olivia. Let me teach you

a thing or two.
Come on over here.

- Okay.
- Tools of the trade.

- Have some fun!
- Alright.

You got your crowbar,

your bolt cutters,
your blowtorch.

You know what
these are for here?

I don't like that we're
leaving them alone again

this Christmas too.

We're not leaving them alone.

Anyway, last Christmas,
they had a blast.

Ha! They did, and...

- you made peace with your brother Frank.
- -Exactly.

And not one, but two
uncles that they adore.

But I just wish you'd
remember to get the gifts.

What? The gifts again? Come on.

We'll be there in a flash.

I know a shortcut.
We'll miss the traffic.

Okay.

This is because your uncle Frank
is a world class crack safe.

Let's check Olivia's letter

and see what she wants
for Christmas.

Liam's easy.

He wants a Star Shuttle
whatchamacallit.

You didn't lose her letter,
did you?

It must to be here somewhere.

Just like you lost
my police badge.

I had the letter.
I showed you the letter.

I feel like I can't ever
trust you.

It must have fallen out
of my pocket.

Watch out!

Are you okay?

Yeah. All okay.

-Hm.
-Okay.

What was that?

Hey, pay attention here.
Pay attention, alright?

You got to spin
and hear the click.

I have to ask my parents
to buy me one.

You could've asked Santa
in a wish letter.

Are you still rattling on
about that garbage?

Santa Claus does not exist.

Are you okay?

Hey.

Oh, for crying out loud.

That was a serious blow.

Dasher, Prancer, Blitzen, Vixen!

Where in the blazes are you?

Cupid? Rudolph!

Aww, get back here,
you pea-brained flying goats!

-Tony! How dare you!
-What?

What I do?

What, what's wrong with you?

I'm the safe cracker!

I'll teach you guys.

Here you go, yeah.

Listen, sir.

If there's somewhere
you need to be,

we can, we, we can
give you a ride.

This? I don't think so.

Besides, serious plan B.

And I'd say you've done
enough damage already.

Wunorse Openslae,
I've had an accident.

No, I'm fine.

But the reindeer panicked
and flew away.

I need you to send somebody

to pick me up right away.

Send, uh, Bushy Evergreen
with sleigh number two.

It's out of order?

Okay, ah! Send Jimmy Snow
with his flying van.

What are you talking about
he's on vacation?

Who authorized his holiday
on the 24th of December?

Oh. I did.

You can't be serious. Ugh!

She, she never could get here
in time to pick me up.

What do you mean
she deserves another chance?

No. Not her!

She's not reliable.

She's totally unreliable.

She'll never
make it in time.

Is somebody coming
to pick you up?

It's an unmitigated disaster.

Is that Santa Claus?

Whoever it is,
nobody open the door.

I got it.

Frankie, what are you do--
Frankie!

It could be the cops. Frankie!

What are you doing?

Mm-hmm.

- Oh...
- Oh! Oh!

- Frank,
what are you doing? Come on!
- I got it.

Frankie!

You don't like strangers
in the house.

You bring strange women home
every weekend.

That's a good point.

Hey, listen, she could be a cop.

What about all the loot
we got stashed in here?

No! She must be
one of Santa's elves.

Elf? Get real.

- Hey. A little help?
- Yeah, I'll give you
a little help.

-Here we go.
Right this way, ma'am.
-Oh, oh.

-Right this way, come on.
-No, no! It's cold out there!

-Go back in...
-No, no, no. Frank. I got this.

-I'm not letting her go.
-Frank!

Uncle Tony, if you kick her out,

I'm going to scream.

Uncle, uncle, uncle. Okay.

-Relax. Lighten up, okay?
-Alright.

-I won't throw her out.
-Yeah.

Come on, we'll go over here.

-Right over here.
-Yeah, we got you.

-This way.
-That way.

Hey, let's make her
comfortable right here.

- Okay, come on.
- Nice and comfortable.

Hey, hey, hey.

-Yeah.
-Hey. You okay? Huh?

- We're sorry.
- You okay? Hey.

Alright. Make yourself at home.

Hey, let's see
if her heart is beating.

Look at the bash on her head!

You two kids
get out of here. Upstairs.

Let's go. Come on, until
we figure this out, alright?

I already told you,
she's an elf.

Let's go.

Hey.

You see what I see?

Yeah. Nice jewelry.

I wonder if she's wealthy.

Some nice gems right there.

Sir, are you okay?

Do you need medical attention?

A doctor?
That's just what I need.

I'm running late enough
as it is.

Can't you see all the presents

I, I have to deliver?

Oh...

Rudolph.

Oh...

Rudolph.

I knew you wouldn't abandon me.

Rudolph.

You think you can pull
the sleigh by yourself?

Huh?

Uh...

Guess not.

Hello? Hello? How are you?

She doesn't wake up. Now what?

I'll wake her up. Trust me.

No!

What?

No violence.

I'm going to boil up
a pot of my special spices.

That'll get her going.

Or kill her even faster.

You don't like her, do you?

-I don't like strangers.
-You don't like anyone.

Bingo.

Hey!

Get your mitts off of that book!

Where am I?

Who are you?

Relax. I am Frank.

And this is Tony.

We found you unconscious
outside that door

and saved your life.

Now we spilled our beans,
how about you?

What gives, huh? What gives?

Uh...

I don't know who I am.

I can't remember a thing.

Likely story.

I believe you.

All I know is that
I have something to do.

I have something
very important. Urgent!

Would you like a cup of spices?

- Um...
- What are you, Martha Stewart?

I wish.

What? What's next?
Essential oils?

You'll never, ever
have my essential oil!

I got to ask.

What exactly are you
doing out here?

I stopped here
so they could fill up.

And they need a ton of water

to go all the way
around the world.

In this fog?

I created it so nobody
would see me.

What is this book?

You wouldn't believe
who gave us this book last year.

Hey. Thought you had
a bruise on your head.

I did.

Maybe the book holds a solution

to understand who I am.

Well, it is a very special book.

-And I'd be honored
to read it to you.
-Yeah?

I got a better idea.
What do you say

we give this lovely lady

-a tour of the house.
-Yeah.

Shall we? Right this way, okay?

Here's our lovely kitchen.

And over here is
Frankie's bedroom.

- Here's the door.
- Oh.

- No! No, no, no!
- Oh, no.

-Now she's gone! She's gone!
-No.

-She's gone, Frank!
-No!

-Let go!
-No, you don't!

- I was...
- Hey!

Would you throw a woman out
on the street with memory loss?

- Who are you talking to?
- Okay.

Just let me read her one story.

Frank.

Do it for the kids, Tony.

Of course, the kids.

- One story.
- Thank you.

She woke up, but she can't
remember anything.

The knock on her head must have
made her lose her memory.

We might as well tell her.
She's an elf!

That's enough already, Olivia.
I'll prove to you that
she's not an elf.

This way you'll stop
pestering everyone
with your silly stories!

Okay. Go ahead
and get all grumpy.

When you find out that
I'm right, and you're wrong!

I guess I lost
my power with the crash.

I think he's had a concussion.

Let's call 911.

Dasher! Prancer!

Blitzen, Vixen!

We're late!

-Look at that!
-Kids?

Hey, quit the roughhouse.

-Come on. Get, get in here.
Let's go.
-Hey, hey, hey.

Give me some. Give me some.

I'm Liam.

I know. And you're Olivia.

How do you know their names?
We didn't tell you nothing.

I don't know.

I do. You know all
the names of the children

- because you're an elf.
- You know what?

This whole thing
stinks to high heaven.

We're going to read this book
now, and then little miss
know-it-all

is going to take a powder, okay?

I wonder what stories
there are this time.

What do you mean?

The stories always change.
It's a very special book.

- No. I don't believe it.
- Alright, kids.

Keep your ears open.

We got to figure out who this

sweet lady is.

Here we go.

Oh...

The book is weird.

The Puffins. Didi.

Her hair ties are so cute.

Pie! Super-duper-powerful Pie!

Didi, Pie.
I've heard these names before.

Tic and Tac.

Or Tic tock.

Like a ticking bomb.

Hmm.

Ugh! There's Otto.

Playing his tricks again!

And with Johnny Puff,

we're finished
with the introductions.

You're very acquainted
with the characters!

-Some we even know in person.
-Really?

- Yes.
- It's a long story.

It is.

But I'll tell it
one of these days.

Hey! Look at Didi.

-She's telling us something.
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah, like, let's wrap
this up. It's killing me.

Well, then, let's begin.

Oh, no! Poor Didi!
She feels sick.

Ugh. The blueberries
must've been poisonous!

There's no such thing
as poisonous blueberries.

Brrr!

Don't panic.

Her friends
are going to take her to...

Ta-da! Johnny Puff!

- Ma-- -Yes!
- Keep calm, Didi!

You have to trust your friends!

Ma!

- Ah!
- Hmm?

Hey, Johnny Puff uses
Boy Scout first aid techniques.

-Aah!
-But Didi still has
a bellyache.

Unless she was faking it.

Hmm?

Hmm? Huh?

You didn't wake me up like that
when I fainted, did you?

No. You got lucky.

Frankie boy here stopped me.

-Whoa!
-Aah!

Oh, no. There's nothing
more that can be done.

Poor Didi.

Wait! Johnny Puff
has a plan.

- What's that?
- A giant syringe!

No! It's an alien brain-sucker.

Or a phony-baloney meter,

which we could use
right about now.

Hurray! She got better
all on her own!

Or maybe she never
got sick in the first place.

Mm-hmm.

Aah!

Ooh!

The end.

Thank God.

Oh, I've got a bellyache too.

Maybe I ate too much popcorn.

Oh, no.

Hey, hey.

What are you doing with the kid?

Hands off him.

Wow! All better.

How did you do that?

I, I don't know actually.

Hey, did you change your hair?

It looks different.

- Uh, me? No, why? No.
- Well...

Thank you.

Magic! What did I tell you?

- You're a--
- A doctor! It's obvious!

Look, Olivia,
I'll prove it to you!

Maybe you can give
someone a quick check-up,

-something will click.
-Oh, yes!

-And your memory will come back.
-Oh, yes.

What?

Examine me, please.

-Okay.
-Whoa, whoa,

Where you going
with that, sister?

Tony, maybe I'm a doctor.

A doctor, huh?

Give her a chance, Tony.

For real?

Yeah.

Your funeral.

-Okay.
-Okay, here we go.

Let me try.

Alright.

Ow! I'm sorry!

-I'll help...
-Oh, oh, gosh.

-I'm sorry.
-Some doctor.

I'll bet she just won the Nobel
prize in medicine. Huh?

Frank, can we chat
in private, please?

Uncle Tony, can you
give me more lemonade?

- Sure thing, kid.
- Oh, for me too, please.

I'd like something
to sweeten me up.

What do I look like, a butler?

Maybe you're not a doctor,
but you were terrific.

-Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
-Really?

Thank you, Liam.

But there's a little voice
inside of me

that keeps saying that
I have to do something,

but I can't remember what.

A little voice inside my head

tells me you need to get lost.

Hey, uncle Tony.
Lemonade! Chop-chop!

-Frank!
-Okay! God...

- darn it!
- That's right. Show.

Get in here.

I figured out who she is.

- Great! Let's go tell her.
- Wait.

-She's a swindler.
-Oh.

You mean like Didi
who wasn't really sick?

That, that's exactly right!

Look, the clues in the book
are crystal clear!

This babe is pretending
that she lost her memory.

And she's playing it
all cute with us.

So she can win us over
and then...

...stab us in the back!

I don't like
back-stabbers one bit!

Yeah, well, trust me,

we lookouts, we got
pretty good instincts

about these things.

Really?

We got no signal.

Nothing. No reception.

Sir, could we use
your cell phone

as you have signal?

Just so long as you don't
break it too.

Thanks.

Yeah, we need an ambulance.

We've had an accident. What?

There's an order
of gingerbread men

that needs to be paid for.

How much? Listen, I'm sorry.

I think I must have
dialed the wrong number.

I, I don't even like
gingerbread.

-That was weird.
-Let me try.

Let me try it.

- 911.
- Yeah.

Hello. I'm Emma Wallace,

and we've had an accident.

What?

What do I care if red on green

looks better than green on red?

No.

I've told you a thousand times.
Red on green is perfect.

Even if not everybody
agrees with me.

So, any news?

She should be here by now.

I'll believe it when I see her.

Do you, do you need some help?

Oh, I can do it on my own.

I always have.

Here you go.

Oh! Oh, it's sour!

-What?
-It's gross!

You know, she seems
pretty honest

for a lady that's playing
all sweet and cute

just so she can
stab us in the back.

If you ask me, it's good.

Delicious.

Hey, Tony.
Get our lady friend some sugar.

Yeah.

You can forget about that.

I'm staying right here.

Can you read to us, uncle Tony?

You got it, kiddo.

- Wow!
- Whoa!

It's pretty cool.

Pie's telling us
to read this one.

Aren't they cold underwater?

It's a safe.

Hey, you better hope
those little birdies can bring

that all the way to the surface,
and get their hands

on all that cash, huh?

Aah!

Puffins are being spied on!

By Otto!

He's scheming something up.

Good luck with that.

The team. You have to have
faith in yourself, guys.

Mm-hmm.

-It's here.
-Oh, thank you.

Speaking of teams.

Hey, hey, hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Go easy on the sugar! Let go--

Give me that!

It's still a little bit
on the sour side,

but good.

Of course she likes
sugar so much because she's--

She has a big sweet tooth.
Come on. Let's see
how the story ends.

So let me get this straight.
The puffins brought
the safe to the surface,

but-- Whoa, whoa!
Be careful down there.

What a catch! I mean,
Otto's got some crew, huh?

All he needs now
is a good lookout, of course.

Uncle Tony, you're not supposed
to cheer for them.

Now what?

Way to go.

Hm, who's going to win the safe?

Come on. Otto, of course.

He's the strongest.

But that's not fair.
He's a thief!

A thief, huh?

Olivia just gave me
a great idea.

What? To open the safe?

because Otto there,
he's having a real tough time.

No.

And the safe is open.

Oh, boy. There's nothing
inside though.

Enough with that.

You can go now.

-Hmm.
-Hey, uncle Tony.

Can you give us
some more lemonade?

Please?

Please.

Help yourself.
It's in the kitchen.

Tony had no money.

He was, like,
raised in the streets.

So I said, "Hey..."

Hey, uncle Frank. What do
you say we take advantage

of this little break
and go do some laundry?

We just did laundry, Tony.

In October.

Yeah. It's December.

-That was just two months ago.
-Hm.

What a kidder.

This guy, what a joker, right?

Hey, I'll tell you what,
we'll be right back. Okay?

I mean, in a good long while.

Okay.

And you take whatever
time you need

to do whatever it is
you do, alright?

- Okay.
- Ugh.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Frank?

- Okay. Alright.
- Laundry.

I'll be back.

Um...

She's adorable, right?

So, you want to borrow
some clean underwear?

Gross.

Then why are we doing laundry?

- Hmm.
- Because...

I got a plan.

Okay.

-I'll explain.
-Okay.

-Oh, geez!
-What are you doing?

Where's all the laundry?

Please. That was the excuse
to set my trap.

You saw what Otto did,
right, huh?

-He opened the safe.
-No, no, no, no.

Before that. Before that!

He tried to steal it.

Don't you get it? He's a thief.
That's the clue.

He's a thief.
She's a thief. Got it?

Nobody steals on Christmas Eve.

-Frank.
-Okay. Okay.

Anyway. Listen.

I set the bait.

Now we're going to see
if she takes a nibble.

I knew it. I knew it!

- Caught red-handed. Yes!
- Oh! What?

You knew it. Caught red-handed.
Caught red-handed!

You're out of this!

You're out of this house!

-Right out of here!
-Why?

Because we know who you are.

-Honey, we know who you are.
-Who am I?

You're a thief!

-A thief?
-Yeah.

But I didn't steal anything.

How about my wallet
that was right there

about two minutes ago? Huh, huh?

Oh.

Well, isn't it there
in your pocket?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

How did you do that?

I don't know.

Don't ever

question this honorable
woman's integrity again.

Oh, Frankie-boy,
thank you so much!

You're a constant source
of trust and hope.

-I know. I know.
-Oh.

But, but the truth is, I feel
I'm doing everything wrong,

you know, I, I feel
I'm in the wrong place.

-I should be somewhere else.
-Stop.

You are kind. You're clever.

Whoever you are,
whatever you do, it's amazing.

I can't take this.
Please. You can't expect me--

You know what? We're going
to finish reading this book,

so you can get on to
your urgent commitments.

Kids! Enough lemonade. Come on!

Uncle Frank's going to read
another story.

Sorry about that.

He's just crabby
because he doesn't have
any clean underwear.

Oh.

How many presents are there?

You do the math.

At least one for every child.

- And they wonder why
I always have a backache.

He's a bit nuts.

But I don't think
he's dangerous.

I don't think he's nuts.

Tony, join us.

I'm about to read another story.

Oh, I can't wait.

But the question is, which one?

Wow!

Pretty cool.

Tac decided for us!

This book keeps getting
weirder and weirder.

- What a great balloon!
- I wonder who it belongs to.

To Tac and the others
who are following him!

And like all beautiful things

in life, sooner or later...

Boom!

Oh.

Way to go, puffins!

Ah, aah.

Hey!

Hey, Otto's the one
handing out the balloons.

I told you he's a good guy.

Good guy? What're you talking
about? It's a swindle!

I don't see how the story
of a double-dealing Walrus

can help me figure out who I am.

Well, I do.

It's a trap!
Otto's doing everything he can

to lure the Puffins
into his den.

And he's pulling it off.

Oh, no! Don't go in!

It's dangerous!

This time

Otto is really close to winning.

Well, all good plans
have a weakness.

Or somebody who's
too smart to fall for it.

You're right, uncle Tony!
It serves you right, Otto!

Good teamwork.

What is going on?

Uncle Frank!
It's Otto's balloon.

-Thank you, Puffins.
-Give me that thing.

Hey, kids. Who wants a balloon,
huh? Come play with it.

- Who wants the big red balloon?
- Me!

Come and get it!

-Go fetch.
-Ah.

- I got it!
- Frank?
Step into my office.

- Uh, I can't wait to hear
what uncle Tony thinks...

- ...this clue means. We're up!
- Let me, let me see!

No! It's mine!

-No!
-Give me that!

- Let me see!
- No, it's mine!

No!

No!

Goodbye, balloon.

Thank you, thank you.

You were there,
and then you were here.

How did you do that?

- I don't know.
- Hyper-speed!

With all the gifts
they have to deliver,

it's an important skill...

No! I get it.
You work in a circus!

Let's see if any circuses
in town have lost an acrobat.

-Maybe we can use the phone.
-Good idea.

Go for it!

I'm so sorry.

Frank, the book tells the story.

She's definitely a kidnapper.

We got to get rid of her.

She's not a kidnapper.

Have you seen her face?
She wouldn't harm a fly.

Did you fall for that? Come on.

You know the angel faces
are the most evil.

Take a look at yours truly.

Okay, we can't
kick her out without proof.

Trust me. I got a plan.

Oh, you do...

What's your plan? We can't leave
the kids out there

with a potential kidnapper.

That is the plan.
We leave her with the kids,

she tries to kidnap them, boom.

We have all the proof we need.

Well, what if she actually
kidnaps them?

Please, one false move,

I'll knock her into next week.

Now we just sit and wait.

Right? Just like
the good old days

when I used to be lookout.

Yeah.

You know, hey, I got an idea.
Vince gets out,

we get the boys in the band
back together, boom.

-I miss Vince, yeah.
That'd be nice.
-Hm.

Or if we do get arrested,

-then we could end up
with Vince in the jail.
-Hm.

I like plan A.

Waiting right here.

Okay, we've waited long enough.
Let's go!

Hey!

-Gone.
-What did I tell you?

She waited for a moment
of chaos, boom.

She kidnapped the kids.

Oh, no. Oh, no,
I got to call my brother.

He's going to be so mad.

Just like I told you.

The angel faces are always
the most evil.

Okay, what?
It's going to be a long time

-before he trusts us
to babysit again.
-I'll say.

His phone's out of range!

Where do you think
she took them?

How could all of those presents

possibly fit in this sack?

It's getting late though, huh?
We better go.

Oh, she's not going to make it.

I'll never manage to deliver

two billion two hundred
and thirty-four million

three hundred
and fifty-nine thousand

five hundred and thirteen...

...five hundred and fourteen.

A baby was just born.

Should we offer him a ride?

And the reindeer?

I'll call a patrol car
when we get to town.

They should be able
to take care of it.

Would you like a ride, sir?

Uh...

Geez, in all the confusion,

we didn't even
introduce ourselves.

I'm Pete. Pete Wallace.

This is my wife Emma.

Nice to meet you.

You are?

You know exactly who I am.

Even though you don't
believe in me anymore.

And that's a real shame.

For instance, have you ever
asked yourself

why you buy all these presents?

I take care of that.
Hasn't that sunk in?

I'm usually all "Ho ho ho!"

But you have to understand,

this, the situation is
a little more than dramatic.

We'll give you a ride.

-I expected it to be heavier.
-Yeah?

She hasn't shown up yet.

What do you mean you don't know
where she is anymore?

I knew it.

Can't trust anybody.

-Oh, oh!
-Hey, wait!

Stop the car! Ahh!

Come on.
You'll flood the engine!

- Get out of the car!
- I knew it.

No car is as good as a sleigh.

Oh! You're here!

Thank you. Mwah! Oh!

Yes. Why?

There's nothing
to play with over there.

And all of a sudden
we were here.

Next to this.
How did we do that?

-Magic! What did I tell you?
-Mm-hmm.

Well, if you are a magician,

maybe you can fix
my lucky ski mask.

- This is my mask.
- She's not a magician.

That's what I'm trying
to tell you! She's an elf!

I didn't hear nobody move.
How's that?

Maybe you need a hearing aid.

I see perfect.

That's why I'm the best
in the business.

Oh, if you can see so well,

then you can read this to us.

Yay!

Hey, get lost!
Out of here, okay?

I choose the story.

Okay! I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

I guess we'll go
with this one here.

Tic wants to show us
what a great magician he is!

That trick could help us with
our Christmas dinner problem.

Our refrigerator is empty.

Ah-ha!

And now he'll need
another volunteer.

Me! Me!

No! Let's see what happens.

Vanished! Way to go, Tic!

Uh-oh!

Tac's not coming back anymore!

Tic, don't mess around.
Make him come back!

Don't worry, Olivia.

Didi and Pie
will make Tac reappear!

Looks like Didi disappeared too.

Pie, you're our last hope!

Aah!

Now what? The Puffins
are going to need help

from a real magician!

Me?

Yes. You have to use your magic.

You only need
to remember that you're--

-A Magician! Great idea, Olivia!
-No, I said an--

This will explain how suddenly

we found ourselves
in the bedroom

without us even noticing!

If she's a magician,

then maybe she can pull
a disappearing act.

Yes!

I'm sorry
to disturb you so much.

-Yeah.
-You know,
maybe I should just go.

No, no, no. Don't listen to him.

Let's see how the story ends.

Tic called Johnny Puff!
Poor guy.

We have to trust Johnny Puff.

He'll make everything right.

Ha!

Well, they're safe and sound.

Oh, boy. You feel
any calmer, Tony?

I'm not buying it.

Johnny Puff
is going to do a magic act.

Oh.

I think it's a raid!

We got to get out of here!
Come on, Olivia.

Where we going?

To our secret escape tunnel.
Right in here.

Cool.

Right in here.

Alright, I'm innocent.

- Oh.
- Um...

Oh, there's no cops.
There's no cops.

What, what are
you doing with that...

...box of skinny clothes?

I figure that if she's
really a magician,

performing a trick
could help her

click her memory back
into action.

That's solid thinking
there, son.

-You know--
-You go in here.

- In there?
- Yeah.

You go in there.

Disappear if you can.

Then we'll know.

- Oh!
- Okay, easy!

- Okay.
- Slowly, I'm--

Alright. Are you still in there?

- I'm stuck!
- Now what?

When you open this,
if she's gone,

she's a magician.

But if she's here,
she's not a magician.

- Ah, okay.
- Hey, careful.
Slow, slow, slow.

-What's the verdict?
-She's stuck.

- She's stuck? Okay.
- She's not a magician.

Okay. Come on out, then.

Oh! Hold up.

Oh, gosh! Oh, my gosh!

There you go! Okay!

-Oh, gosh!
-There.

-Okay, thank you.
-Yeah.

-Oh, my gosh.
-I was stuck. Thank you.

Well, the battery seems okay,
so, um...

I don't know.
Maybe it's the sparkplugs.

I'll fix it.

Well, don't--
Don't touch anything!

You see?

Do you know anything
about engines?

I know a lot about reindeer.

Exactly.

I need a sparkplug wrench.

Merry Christmas!

Seriously?

Ah, you got to be kidding me.

If you got a torch down there
as well, that'd be great.

I can't see anything out here.

Merry Christmas again.

Hey! You know, I like Rudolph.

How's it going with the car?

Good.

Great.

You're not a magician.

I guess not.

And you're such an angel,
Frankie boy.

Hey. Why didn't nobody tell us
it was a false alarm, huh?

I thought you were playing
hide and seek.

Uncle Frank, I found these
in the secret passage.

You can wear these instead of
the one that got ripped. Right?

Oh, sure, honey.
But no ski mask will ever

replace my first one, you know.

In my heart.

Thank you, though.

You're welcome.

Oh! Oh...

Oh, my God. I think you're right
about doing laundry. Smell this.

Ooh! Smells like cat piss!

Frank,

you got to get this broad
out of your head.

I told you already.
She isn't interested.

She could be interested.

I have a lot of charisma.

You sure do, Frankie boy.

You're a charmer.

It all makes perfect sense
now actually.

She's pretended to be
cracked in the head

all because she's so
madly in love with you.

-You think so?
-No.

Tell you what.
I'll bet you a dollar,

by the end of the next story,
she asks me out.

-Make it five.
-You got it.

-Deal.
-Yeah.

Got it.

Like taking candy from a baby.

And on our date,

I'm going to wear
my high-school jeans.

She couldn't even get those on.

I'm going to wash them first.

Time to read, kiddies.

Yay!

Because I got a bet to win.

Ooh! Pretty. Ooh.

Hey. This time Johnny Puff

is going to tell us
which story to read.

Hey, maybe this time
we'll figure out

who you really are.

Oh!

Yeah, because so far,

the stories chosen
by the Puffins

haven't told us very much.

Yeah. Still, I was sure
the answer was in there.

But we have to hurry
before it's too late.

Even if I can't
remember for what.

Well, the sooner we read,
the sooner I get my money.

I, I mean, we figure
all this out for you.

Oh.

Yeah.

I wonder what diabolical plan
Otto has in mind this time?

What's that?

A gigantic drill.

-Cool.
-Oh!

It's noisy.

And really smokey. How gross!

Hey, check it out.
It looks like night's falling over Taigasville!

It's not darkness, it's smog!

Really?

Somebody stop Otto!

He's making everything stinky!

Yeah, it looks like
Vince's old apartment.

That was stinky too.

But I bet he wishes
he was there right now.

They're cooking up a plan
to stop Otto.

A gamma ray cannon?
An atomic magnet?

What will they
invent for themselves?

There's the plan!
Using solar panels!

Brilliant idea!

Mm-hmm.

Hm? Oh!

That's not right!

Otto's polluting everything!

What's going on? The smoke
is coming from the book!

Let's go into
the secret passage!

Enough smoke!

Nice.

Olivia! It's all clear!

Olivia!

Yeah, kids, let's go.
We got a...

We got a story to finish.

-Where did all the smoke go?
-Oh, my gosh,

you should've seen it.
It was so smokey--

Frank! Let's do this, shall we?

Here's Johnny Puff!

They went to warn him!

Hey! What's he got going?

He's calling in reinforcements.

Look at all them birdies, huh?

If the Puffins have faith
in Johnny Puff,

then we need
to believe in him too.

Mm-hmm.

Huh?

Oh! Oh, that is so cool!

They're sending all the smoke
back to Otto.

-Good going!
-Yeah!

What goes around comes around!

That's right. I said that too.

Poor puffins!

- Wow!
- Whoa!

The end.

- Hey, Olivia. Let's go play
with the safe.
- Yeah.

Now that's a man
after my own heart.

And in the end, Otto will have
to pay all the damages!

I really like that story.

Justice was served.

Frankie boy knows a thing or two
about serving justice.

I serve a lot of justice.

We must all respect the law.

Oh, I have so much
respect for the law.

Just like Vince.
Looking at five to ten.

You know, sometimes
I respect the law,

and serve justice
at the same time.

-Really?
-Oh, yeah.

At this point,
it's hopelessly late.

I knew I shouldn't have
trusted her.

I can't trust anybody.

Not even you.

-A car!
-Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Excuse me.

Good evening, sir.

Our car broke down.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear
about that.

-We just really need a lift.
-Well, I don't know. Hm...

-I don't even know you.
-Can you just give us a--

Horace. You know who I am.

I need your car. Get out.

Hey! Whoa!

Everything will be okay.

I know it.

First, there was my lost badge,
and then Olivia's letter,

and now this crazy guy.

And we're going to be
spending Christmas eve

without our children again
this year.

Hey. Was there something
you forgot to ask me?

No. I, I don't think so.

Something, uh, we were
going to do together?

It was your idea?

No. No.

I don't think so. No.

Like I said,

taking candy from a baby.

It's chocolate!

Uncle Tony, can I have one too?

Sure thing, kid.

-Hey, can I have one too?
-Sure, kid.

Thanks!

Hey, can I have some more?

There are no more in the house.

I hid some under the eaves
so Tony wouldn't find them.

Hey! Save some for me too, okay?

Okay!

Did you remember
what you wanted to ask me?

Actually, I do.

I'd love some sweets!

- Some sweets.
- Mm-hmm.

-There you go.
-No. More sweets.
Lots of sweets.

That ought to take care of it.

Tell you what we're going to do.
I'm going to go in the kitchen

with Frankie boy here,

and we're going to make you
a peanut butter

and sugar sandwich

with so much sugar on it

it's going to look
like a volcano.

Yes! Yes! Thanks!

-I'd love that.
-Uncle Frankie and I

will take care of that
for you right now,

isn't that right, Frankie?

Peanut butter
and sugar sandwiches

are my specialty.

- Oh, Frankie.
- Yeah. Well,

-I love...
-Frank!

You still owe me five bucks!

Let's go.

-Can I take a look at your book?
-Sure.

Maybe you're a firewoman.

You were the one who opened
the window somehow, right?

No.

I don't, I don't know.

I just opened the window because
I thought it would be useful
to get the smoke out, but--

Oh! Careful!

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

Alright, little by little,
we'll figure out who you are.

You have to be patient.
That's what my dad always says.

Patient. I wish.

I'm full of anxiety.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's good for me
to be here with you

and all the others, and even
that old grumble-guts of Tony.

But I have to do something.

I really feel
I have to do something.

She's definitely strange.

She cured my bellyache
without medicine.

Somehow,

she moved me and Olivia
from the living room

to the bedroom
without us even noticing.

And now, she opened
the windows with her mind.

Who is she?

She says the answer
is in the book.

But where?

Didi, I already read that story.

I need to look
for clues that can...

Ah! I got it!

The "S" that starts the story.

"S"?

That means the letters
themselves are the clues!

Okay. Tell me
who she is already.

You saw how pissed she got
because of the way Otto
treated the Puffins.

So what?

It's obvious she's a cop, right?

She's here to make sure
we're on our best behavior!

Otherwise, how would
she know the names of
Olivia and Liam, huh?

And that explains why she's
being playing cutesy with you!

-Does it?
-Hm.

Why else would
she flirt with you?

Now go in there
and be super polite

and give her anything she wants.

Alright. I'm going
to go in there,

and be super polite and give
her anything she wants.

Perfect! Then she'll put in a
good word with the parole board,

and we'll finally be done
with all of this.

Is that it then?

Is that why you're so sweet
with me, Frankie-boy?

So, you admit you're a cop, huh?

I don't know who I am.

All I know is that

I don't want to be here anymore.

There's the door.

Fine. I'll get my hat,
and then I'll go.

What about your sandwich?

-What do you got against cops?
-Hey.

-My sister in law's a cop!
-Frankie, baby,

you're getting
soft on me, alright?

She's a cop. You're going
to get us locked up.

Come on.

Get tough.

Where are you going?

I'm going away. I'm sorry.

Well, you can't go away.
You're an--

No.

Whatever you think I am,
it's not true.

I'm a big nothing.

You're Santa Claus's elf!

Why are you leaving?

You promised me
you were going to help me

figure out who I am.

I trusted you.

Instead, you're just like Tony.

You happy now?

What a shame.

Oh, my gosh! Olivia was right!

Olivia! You were right!

No. You were right.

Santa Claus doesn't exist.

Look at all
that loot, huh?

You may wind up in the family
business after all.

Oh, no!

What's that?

What happened?
Where's the elf lady?

Oh, no, don't you
start that too, okay?

She's gone. Finally.

This, this is the letter that
Olivia wrote to Santa Claus.

Oh, no. Daddy must've lost it!

Uncle Tony, call him right away.

Meanwhile,
I'll see what she wants.

I'll give him a ring later.

It's a disaster.

Why?

What am I going to do?

Olivia can't stop
believing in Christmas.

-I thought that's what
you wanted.
-Yes.

But it was a mistake.

And now I feel guilty.

You'll get over it.

Look, uncle Tony,
I don't have time to explain

it to you, but trust me,

that woman,
she's Santa Claus's elf.

You sure about that?

-Yeah.
-You know, that could explain
all the sugar in the lemonade.

I hear elves
got some sweet tooth.

Take this. Find her
and give it to her.

This way she'll deliver it
to Santa Claus

-and Olivia can have her gift.
-Kid, kid, kid. Give me a break.

It's already too late.
It's Christmas eve.

What do you say
we just stay here

full of guilt, nice and cozy.

Please, uncle Tony?

Who can say no
to a face like that.

You owe me one, kid.

Thank you, uncle Tony.

Ever since you guys ripped this,

all my good luck has run out.

Just give me a sign.

Please give me a sign.
Ow! Ow! Ow!

Oh! Is this a sign?

No.

But maybe reading it
will cheer us up a little.

Hey, where you going?
Come on. Don't do this!

You're going to go outside,
it's freezing out there.

-Don't do that.
Come on back upstairs!
-No!

Hey, listen. I'm sorry, alright?

I was wrong about you
being a cop.

You know, and that's
the only reason

that Frankie's not sweet
on you right now.

You know? But I can
tell you one thing.

He thinks you're real,
real special.

No. I'm a real disaster area.

That's not true! You're honest.
You're great with kids.

You, you can cure a bellyache
with just a touch of your hand.

And you're the world's
greatest fire lady.

- Those are only coincidences.
- Listen to me.

I don't know
how much I believe this,

but Liam told me to tell you

that you're one
of Santa's elves.

What are you going on about?

Now it sounds like
you banged your head.

I told you I don't know.

But Liam sure does.

Oh, hey, I almost forgot.

Hey, he told me
to give you this.

I don't need it.
I already know what it says.

How do you know?

How do I know?

I know because
I'm one of Santa's elves!

-Oh!
-Holy smokes!

Liam was right!

I remember everything now!

Oh, no, I'm super late!
I have to reach Santa
right now! Right away!

You wanna borrow my car? I mean,
the clutch is a little sticky,

but other than that,
it runs pretty well.

Oh, no, thank you, Tony.
That won't be necessary.

Don't mention it.

Wow!

Ugh!

Hey.

-Where you going?
-To deliver my presents.

Even if it takes
till next Christmas eve.

And I'll do it by myself
as always.

You don't trust people
much, do you?

Why should I?

Give it a try.

Your helper. She'll get here.

For a man your age,
you're awfully naive.

Maybe if you met her,
you'd understand.

- Peter?
- Mm?

I was picking up
my things in the car,

and...

Look what I found?

Hey, your badge.

My police badge.

Forgive me.

Forgive me for everything.

I need to trust you, instead,
I blamed it all on you,

and all I needed to do
was look a little harder.

Come here.

-I'm sorry.
-That's okay.

There, you see?

Trust.

They had a happy ending.

At least they did.

Uncle Frank and Olivia!

I think you need
to look outside!

Frank, you got to see
this, baby.

It's going to blow your mind.

Wow!

What'd I tell you?

-You're real.
-Mm-hmm.

So, I took off to help Santa
deliver his presents,

but I smashed
into this huge seagull.

And I know Santa doesn't
really like me wearing...

...not being dressed
like an elf,

but you know, I think
they wear such dorky clothes.

And I feel much more original.

Um, where was I? Um, oh, yes.

So, I, I lost control
during my landing

and banged my head
real hard against your door.

How did your memory come back?

Well, when Tony gave me
Olivia's letter.

But really, I think
it's feeling your trust in me.

You know, I've never been
much for self-esteem.

Eh, that's mostly my fault
I suppose.

Ugh, I've got to learn

to stop trying to do
everything by myself

and start giving you elves
more responsibility!

I think it's time that I...

...let you wear this
decorative outfit.

Thank you! Really.

So all's well
that ends well, right?

- And it's all thanks
to this book!

And more precisely, in the
first letter in each story!

-You hear that, Frank?
-I did. Our mistake

was looking for the answers
in the story.

The Puffins were definitely
trying to help us.

Yeah, they were.

Olivia, sweetie.

How happy are you that
you're going to get your gift

directly from Santa Claus
this year?

Oh, he's the real present.

What do you mean, Olivia?

You got my letter!

"Dear Santa Claus.

This year as my present

the only thing
I really want is to meet you.

And for my brother to see you,

and admit that you exist."

And you, Liam?
What do you want for Christmas?

I already got what I wanted.

But I wouldn't mind
a Galactic Star Shuttle.

- Here you are, young man!
- Oh!

Ooh, there it is!

Hang on. We'll open
presents together, okay?

Sure.

-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

And you.

Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh

Oh, it's my lucky ski mask!

And it's good as new!

Frankie, baby, we're back
in business, yeah!

Yeah!

Uh, Santa, I think
we should get going.

Otherwise, you know, we're going
to be late for the rounds. Yeah?

Right.

Listen, I was wondering
if after you're done

delivering gifts
all over the world,

maybe you and I could...

I'll gladly accept.

-Alright.
-And you can call me
Elfia, Frankie-boy.

Elfia and Frankie-boy.
I love it!

Love it.

-I like the sound of that!
-Yeah.

Are we ready?

Goodbye, everyone!

- Bye!
- Adios!

See you!

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Merry Christmas, everyone!
Merry Christmas, everyone!

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Merry Christmas, everyone!
Merry Christmas, everyone!