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Merry Christmas.

Hold it right there.

Merry Christmas.

I would have expected a better... - Hey, I told you to stop.

No, it was the wizards of early welsh sagas...

that promoted the powers of mistletoe.

And of course these, uh, druids expected something far different than the...

There's Amanda. Excuse me. I have to go.

Merry Christmas.

Is he still following me? - Who?

Beaman.

One o'clock and closing fast.

One eggnog a year and his libido kicks into overdrive, mm.

You gotta give me the recipe for these cookies.

- Hmm. - We can hide by the punch bowl.

Okay.

Oh, hi, Mrs. King. How are you? - Hi, Leatherneck.

Hi, Francine. FRANCINE: Hmm.

- Look, I'm sorry about the decorations. - Oh, the decorations look wonderful.

Yeah, yeah, but they cut my budget by half this season.

I had to scratch for everything. But it is amazing what you can do...

with all those red and green things you find in a munitions locker, right?

Aren't we the luckiest people in the world?

Oh, yes, Efraim, this is the season to count our blessings.

- I meant Francine and me. - Ah.

Can't you just feel the magic?

That magic's gonna hurt in the morning, buddy. Great cookies, Mrs. King.

Excuse me. Oh, hi. - Uh...

We were just on our way to the punch bowl.

See you later, Efraim.

I know right where it is. Follow me. Coming through.

Good Efraim, heh.

Uh-huh, Francine, Amanda, help yourself to Mrs. Melrose's cakes.

- Oh, thank you, sir. Merry Christmas. - Thank you.

Uh, this is... Here you are. This is something else.

Read the inscription.

- "To one of the good guys." All right. AMANDA: Heh.

I'm gonna wear this with pride. Thank you, all.

Efraim, is this yours?

Let's talk.

My wife soaked these in something new this year.

Oh, well, we enjoyed ours last year, sir.

Uh, do you think I can have one of those before they all disappear?

Oh, sure, go ahead. Here take a whole... There you go, heh.

Oh, you sure know how to put together a Christmas cookie.

Well, thank you, sir.

- Efraim, ugh, why do you do this? - What?

Last year you had one glass of punch and then

you gave me the pink slip to your Buick...

and begged me to run off to Greece with you to raise goats.

- So? - Has anybody seen Lee?

Uh, yes, sir. He's up in the Q-Bureau working on the Brandenburg file.

- No, he's not. I closed that last night. - Well, he's up there working on something.

Look who put himself on the duty roster.

- How did he do that? - Beats me.

We all work too hard not to take some time off at Christmas, including Lee.

Get up to the Q-Bureau and get some spirit in the guy.

- That's a Christmas order. - Yes, sir.

- Did I give you one of these already? - Yes.

- Hello, sir, Merry Christmas. - Ditto, King.

- Are you looking for the party? - I'm packing some GC's for the gang.

Gift certificates, King.

- Point me in the right direction. - Right there in the bullpen.

Oh, here.

- Pick up a bauble, on me. - Thank you, sir. Merry Christmas.

- Don't ever do that again. - I won't, sir.

- Thanks. Peace on Earth, okay? - Yes, sir.

Hi. LEE: Hi.

- We're all waiting for you downstairs. - Oh, the party started already, huh?

Yeah.

I got all wrapped up in this report and forgot.

Well, would you look at that? I think Santa Claus has been here.

Oh, no, ugh.

Is Billy handing out those cakes again?

Come on. Jeanie makes these cakes every year

just to spread a little Christmas cheer.

I don't know why you're so hard to get in the mood.

- I am not hard to get in the mood. - You are impossible to get in the mood.

- Amanda... - We ought to grab an eggnog downstairs...

then I can take you to the nearest mall and I'll help you do your shopping.

Oh.

- Yeah, Stetson. - Lee, it's Bernie. Bernie Jakes.

Bernie, how are you?

I think that I'm being taken for a ride.

- I don't like that, Bernie. - Well, listen, don't you want the details?

- I can be there in 10 minutes. - Ugh.

Are you all right?

Bernie, you're an old friend. I'd be glad to help you.

You sit there and I will be there in 10 minutes. Bye.

Well?

If he wasn't such an old friend, ugh, I wouldn't run off like this.

- Whoa, whoa. - It's probably nothing.

But look, I'll be back in an hour and then we'll go do that shopping.

- I can go with you. We can go shopping... - One hour.

It's gonna be another scarf this year.

He used the party as a cover to get in.

Jakes. You should have let me kill him six months ago.

Always the wrecking ball with you, Ingle. Never the fine strokes.

So he got a look at the tank, he doesn't know what we're doing.

He's a problem we don't need two days before delivery.

A delay won't go well back in East Berlin. Germans admire punctuality.

So who's gonna believe this disgruntled ex-employee?

- Why take the risk? - I don't want you to kill him, Ingle.

Once we start killing people, we're into a whole other level of concern.

Perhaps I'll just slow him down a little.

They've been noodling with my original tank design for over a year.

- I thought Titan laid you off months ago. - They did.

But that didn't make any difference to their

hotshot MIT Research and Development team.

They kept working on it. - How do you know?

Uh, a lot of the Engineers, they hang out at a bar over near the plant.

- I hear things. - Hmm.

I built the original prototype to that tank 10 years ago.

Mr. Lomax, he loved it at the time...

but he didn't think that it would go good in his toy line. He didn't like war toys.

So he put it on the shelf for this.

- Heh. - Never seen Harry Bing the Strange Thing?

Bernie, I wasn't much for toys as a kid.

Sticks to anything.

Brings in a million a year for Titan, heh.

A million a year?

I don't know. We were one big happy family...

until this guy Falcon comes along...

buys the place and changes the whole ball game.

- Where'd he come from? - Who knows?

Don't play with that.

He came in here, hired a bunch of PhDs right out of college...

compartmentalized all the workstations and went high-tech.

Lee, every door is locked, everything is a big secret.

Well, we live in an age of secrets, Bernie.

Yeah, but this guy, he's nuts about it.

Want some cider?

Yeah. Sure, heh.

- Here you go. - Heh, thanks.

So he goes high-tech, all the old-time

engineers get their walking papers, then what?

Uh, I thought that I would be around for a while after he revived my tank.

I mean, the whole place was buzzing over the R&D...

that was supposed to go into my original design.

We were supposed to be in the stores by Christmas...

but, uh, this is it from Titan this year.

Walter, the singing frog. Go ahead, push his beanie.

- What, heh? - Go, push the beanie.

All right.

- So, what happened to your tank? - Oh.

Well, the day before we were supposed to hit the assembly line...

Falcon decides that it wouldn't turn a profit and he locked up the prototype.

And then, at the last minute, he takes Walter here...

and slaps him right onto the market.

I saw the tank, Lee, it's no different from the one that I made 10 years ago.

Balsa wood, plastic bullets, sparks. That's it.

So where'd all the R&D go? Up the chimney?

Heh, Whacky Kat.

Supposedly the next hot item from Titan.

A squirt gun has got more high-tech inside of it.

Look, Falcon didn't hire a lot of MIT engineers just to sit on their hands.

Now, what is going on, Bernie?

- I've seen it happen before. - What?

A big company, they promise a designer a toy, develop it...

and then they put it on the shelf claiming that it's too expensive to mass produce.

Then they turn around and then they sell the guts to another company.

And the designer's left holding the bag, no bonuses, no royalties, no credit.

Lee, please, can you help me?

Toys are hardly my expertise.

Huh, and I suppose that putting little cameras in wristwatches were mine...

- when you were in trouble? - All right.

But I can't promise you anything.

Anything would be better than me sitting here wondering...

if I'm on the bad end of a million-dollar rip-off.

- Oh, that's fantastic. - Heh, one finger.

It's incredible, isn't it? Hope you like it.

- Thank you, sweetheart. - I set it up early for the boys.

Philip's already mastered the Marine Corps Hymn.

It's great to have you here for Christmas.

Good to be here.

What's the matter?

Will someone go upstairs and tell my sister that you do not cook a goose in tinfoil?

Mother, are you already at each other's throats?

She hasn't even been here a whole day.

Why don't we just relax, play some Christmas carols...

and work on that nog in the refrigerator?

Lillian wanted to get into that before lunch.

It's beginning to sound a lot like Christmas.

Why does she come here and think that she can...

take over my kitchen?

Mother. I'll talk to her. Okay?

I hope so.

Hey, hey, hey, what's going on here?

Fellas, no running in the house. Fellas, stop.

Now, what's going on?

Oh, Philip was trying to put that white stuff in my hair.

Why in the world would he wanna put white stuff in your hair...

when you've already got that silver stuff in your hair?

Oh, and Aunt Lily's up on our room crying.

Mother.

What did you say to Aunt Lillian?

Nothing. Nothing.

We were just discussing the menu for tomorrow night.

Well, there might have been a certain amount of bodily contact.

Boys, come on over here.

Okay. Here's Walt's guts.

The hottest chip in this frog is the N.A.C. 735.

It's your basic 10-year-old op-amp oscillator.

What else you got?

Very low tech. LEE: Yeah.

What I got is, uh, the last of the Titan Christmas line.

Here's a Tombstone fanner.

And, uh, spud .45, I don't know, the most

sophisticated thing in either one is a spring.

I had this exact same pistol when I was a kid.

Nothing like the smell of caps in the morning.

Yeah, right.

Look, they're probably taking down the banquet tables right now.

- I gotta get down there and help. - Thanks a lot, Leatherneck.

You know, the IRS audited Titan Toys a couple of months ago.

Now, according to Falcon's budget...

he uses most of his money for research and development.

Very high-tech research and development. But where is it going?

Beats me.

- I'll see you. - I'll take the toys back to Bernie.

Is anybody there?

911, what's your emergency?

Help.

WOMAN: Hello? Hello?

Thirteen-sixty-one, what is your emergency?

We have your address, tell us the type of emergency.

Hello?

Can you hear me?

Thirteen-sixty-one, what is your emergency?

Bernie.

Bernie, are you all right? Open the door.

Bernie.

Bernie?

Bernie.

It obviously began in the Christmas tree. It happens every year.

Bernie almost bought it with smoke inhalation.

Now, he's not laid up in a hospital because he was careless.

Look, Lee, Christmas lights are fragile at best.

Yes.

The insulation breaks down easily.

One of the lights goes off, the fumes overcome Bernie...

he falls off the ladder and he bangs his head.

What about the flash, huh?

He said he saw a bright flash just before he hit his head.

One of the bulbs went off.

Look, I know Jakes is your friend. But whatever it is, the police can handle it.

I see what's going on here.

You think I'm trying to invent work so that I'll duck out on the holidays, right?

- You do it every year. - What do you want me to do, huh?

You want me to, uh, write a letter to Santa

Claus? Paint little reindeer on my windows?

I have a friend who's in trouble.

And if you're not gonna back me up through this agency, I'll handle it myself.

I know you will.

- But all work and no play... - Makes Lee a dull boy.

You suggesting I don't know how to enjoy myself?

Only at this time of the year.

Bah, humbug!

What's wrong with this store? - Nothing.

You didn't buy anything. I'm done.

I know. That's because I wanna get something special for special people.

I know, I found it. Scarves for everyone.

Everybody likes a scarf. Everyone needs one. One size fits all.

- And they're already wrapped. - Hmm, you can't beat it, can you?

- Uh-huh. - You know, the agency is easy.

But to tell the truth, I don't know what to get Phillip or Jamie.

- They're not expecting anything. - Well, that's not the point.

I don't wanna go there empty-handed. I've got an obligation.

You shouldn't think of it as an obligation.

Responsibility, duty, whatever.

My uncle use to take me to the department stores, he'd give me an option...

I'd pick out what I wanted and he'd buy it for me.

- Joe's gonna be there, right? - Right.

- He's gonna bring them stuff, right? - Yeah.

- I don't wanna look bad. - You're not gonna look bad.

- How about that? - Sure, the boys could use a new football.

No, not the football, the trains.

- Sweetheart. - What?

That train must cost 2 or $300. We don't buy the boys gifts that expensive.

All right, it was just an idea.

I mean, both your boys are getting too old for this kind of stupid junk.

What do you mean, like Mr. Melodious Frog?

They had one of these years ago. Joe brought it home from Japan.

- Years ago. - Mm-hmm.

That's Walter the Singing Frog, heh, Amanda.

No, this is Mr. Melodious Frog.

I guess it's just an updated version or something.

You push his beanie and he plays everything from Beethoven to the Beatles.

Batteries not included.

Why would Titan Toys have a lab full of MIT graduates...

if they're just importing toys from Japan?

- Amanda, wait a second. Wait a second. - I don't know.

- Here. - No.

I gotta make a call. Take these back to the agency, please?

- Oh, please, no. - Please. One more hour.

One more hour and then we'll pick up shopping where we left off. Please.

- I love you. - Oh.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas to you, and thank you.

Hello.

Merry Christmas. WOMAN: I'll bring my daughter back.

Thank you, merry Christmas.

- Sounds good, T.P. - Thank you, Lee.

- When's intermission? - Right now.

Let's take five and then we'll swing at the bar.

- Hey, ho-ho-ho. - Huh?

- Let me help you with that. - Oh, I don't mind if you do.

- All right. - Thank you.

- There we go. - Fine.

Hmm.

So...

Pick you dig up anything about Titan Toys?

Short notice but, uh, I collected a little I.O.U. at the S.E.C.

A lot of highly kinetic wheeling and dealing going on.

It's a big business. Eleven-million bucks plus in '85.

A moderately successful old-line toy manufacturer.

But about a year ago, a fellow named Maxwell Falcon began to buy it up.

Since then, he's been selling off its assets.

He's still making toys.

That strange thing that sticks to the ceiling, toy guns.

Yeah, but under license arrangement. Barely making a profit.

He doesn't own those things anymore.

He lured about 20 new PhDs from some very lucrative defense jobs.

- Top-drawer prospects too. - Hmm.

- That took some quick capital. - Uh, indeed.

And if he doesn't get a payoff for all those R&D bucks pretty soon, it's tap city.

Oh, thank you, sir. - Surely.

Thank you, T.P.

- Oh, Scarecrow? - Yeah.

Haven't you forgotten something?

What? Oh, yeah.

Argh.

Before we begin our tour...

I'd like to remind you of tomorrow night's children's Christmas pageant.

This year, as every year, we're donating thousands of toys to needy children.

It's Titan's way of wishing everyone a happy holiday.

There'll be music and a special show.

Any tax-deductible donations will be appreciated.

Now we'll show you how Titan Toys is earning a reputation...

for having tomorrow's toys today.

I hope this doesn't take long. A tour was the only easy way to get in.

We're not gonna find out much following that tour guide.

Well, I can't do very much without a diversion.

Come on.

Our first stop will be our state-of-the-art model-making facility.

- Oh, my goodness. - What?

I've lost my contact lens. I should've waited till I got to the ladies' room.

- It felt like a big rock in my eye. - Don't touch... Don't touch it.

The only way we're gonna find it is with a damp cloth.

- Excuse me. - Sir.

- Could you get us a damp cloth, please? - Yes.

Oh, sure.

- Watch it. - Please, please. Tip-toe, very carefully.

Thank you very much.

Thank you so much. Really do appreciate that.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Come on.

Yeah.

Let's go in here.

- What's that stuff? - I don't know.

- All this for toys. - Yeah.

He showed up just as I set the fire. He pulled the old man out.

Seems as though Bernie got himself a detective or something.

We can't come so close and fail now.

Nobody's failing.

Tell your government to expect delivery as promised.

And on time.

- Not if this detective knows... - Knows what?

I got a factory full of engineers doing weapons-grade research...

and they all think they're making just sophisticated toys.

Perhaps not Bernard Jakes.

I could've picked anything...

but I had to take his ridiculous toy tank off the shelf to front for real tank R&D.

I suggested we kill him when he first became a problem.

Then it didn't seem necessary. Now it does.

Bernie?

Oh, hi, Lee.

Thanks for coming.

- This is for you. - Oh, thanks a lot.

Oh, boy.

Yeah, you know, I figure everyone can use a scarf, right?

Yeah. I sure got a lot of use out of the one that you gave me last year...

and the year before that one too.

Do you remember much of what happened, Bernie?

Well, let's see, uh.

All I remember is this that this big flash of light hits me square in the eyes...

I tumbled off the ladder, and then it was lights out.

Take a look at these.

Familiar?

Oh, yeah, well, I never had my hands on one of these.

But it looks like a Norton and McCormick bench tester.

They use this mainly for laser optics. Why?

I took those shots at the Titan Toys security area.

What are they doing with one of those?

That's my question exactly. It's strictly used for defense application.

Yeah.

- Nurse. Mr. Jakes. - Look at this.

- Merry Christmas, Mr. Jakes. - Oh, terrific. Oh, thanks.

Well, thanks a lot, everybody, heh.

Uh, Bernie, don't you wanna wait till Christmas?

Oh, Lee, you know I can't wait to open up a present.

Anyway, there might be something to eat in here. The food here is terrible.

Oh.

Get down!

All right, they survived the blast. Any information on the man with Jakes?

I can't find out who he is.

But I won't need another shot at him till we make the delivery.

The engineers will work all night.

- It's Christmas Eve. - So what if it's Christmas Eve?

You're paying me 20 million for R&D on a main battle tank.

You think I'm gonna blow all that business because it's Christmas Eve?

You're lucky you're not sharing Bernie's hospital room.

I don't think either of us would've liked that. I put a 24-hour guard on him.

Well, at least it shows that he wasn't playing the disgruntled-employee game.

Obviously he's got somebody worried.

This year, for a change, I thought I'd keep you out of the field...

but you've got my okay to black bag the factory.

- Good. - What's with the pictures?

Well, they confirm what we saw.

Their R&D labs are definitely stocked with high-tech equipment.

Wind tunnels and laser trajectories?

What could these things have to do with rubber dolls and trucks?

I don't know. It's hard to say.

If they're gearing up for a line of toy weapons,

they'd have put R&D into Bernie's tank model.

But you know what he found? It's still made of balsa wood.

Get going on it. Amanda will give you a hand.

Right.

- Christmas Eve. - What?

- I'm sorry. - Oh, yeah.

We'll start with the little watering hole near Falcon's plant.

If his engineers have had some holiday cheer...

they might be a little loose-lipped about security.

I got this one.

Wait a minute. I thought that you guys said that you had to be back to work tonight.

Just give her an empty bar stool...

and she can bag a Bulgarian double agent in about 35 minutes.

Three wise men here don't know what's about to hit them.

A little time to tell you about our profit participation program.

You know what? This is turning out to be a great Christmas Eve, hmm?

We are working. We are sitting in a bar, working.

We're not singing Christmas carols, we're not opening presents...

we're not going to Church.

We are sitting in a bar, working on Christmas Eve.

And I know that. I know that.

If I had a family, I think I might like to do those things, but...

Well, all the folks at our shop are home counting their Christmas bonuses, heh.

I'm sure you could tell us a hundred

reasons why we should work for your company.

But there is no way you can beat the money that Titan pays.

Okay, maybe we can't beat the money...

but in terms of creative freedom, we are hard to beat.

We have a research budget that's wide open.

And next year, we're getting into lasers.

Heh, lady, we're already into lasers.

The damn thing makes Stanford research look like a flashlight.

Oh, you're into lasers, huh? What about, uh, fiber optics?

We've got everything but a launching pad.

Well, Francine isn't going to get anymore prime into the pump, ah.

I'm sure we could always use someone like you.

Just keep talking, smart guy. You're into about 10 grand in fines already.

Amanda Kane, Lee Steadman, Titan Security. Can we see some identification, please?

Happy holidays, boys.

Where were you when we had our industrial espionage talks?

Calm down. We were just having a little Christmas cheer.

Maybe at MIT or Stanford or wherever you college boys are from...

they don't teach loyalty and esprit de corps.

I'll just bet you understand a nice stiff fine though.

What'd we say that was so terrible? I didn't go into specifics.

Well, you'll have to go into quite a few specifics with us.

Mm-hmm, shall we start with clearance areas, gentlemen?

They sure were pushing hard on a project that's been shelved.

Yeah. On Christmas Eve to boot.

Why the emergency, huh?

I'd sure love to crack this for Bernie.

Let's get to the plant and find out what we can...

and maybe we'll still have time for a Christmas Eve dinner.

- Yeah. Let's go. - Yeah.

This is from Aunt Lillian. What do you think?

Red sweater, just like last year.

She left the price tag on it again, maybe we can exchange it.

- Sounds good to me. - I heard that.

Now, leave those alone. We're gonna open presents right after Church.

Those shoes could use polish.

Uh, it's up in our room and Aunt Lillian's got the door locked.

- Her headache's back. - I think we ought to leave her here.

I don't need her snoring next to me in the pew.

I'll see if she wants to go. Better hurry up and get ready.

- Let's go. Come on. - Come on.

Goose is in the oven, it'll be ready when we get back from Church.

Which, by the way, will be in 45 minutes.

Of course, sweetheart. Well, the boys will be disappointed.

Any chance you could catch up with us at the church?

Oh, don't tell me. She's going to be late again?

Now, don't worry. I understand.

We'll see you back here for presents.

Okay, bye-bye.

Just once, I would like to have my daughter home on time for Christmas Eve...

- and my sister's hands off the goose. - Heh.

I suggest we step up the pace, gentlemen. We don't wanna be here all night.

We could do this on Monday.

We have an investor who wants the latest.

So just get the data on tape and we can all go home.

We've got an hour to dump all the databases...

receive imagery, laser tracking, fiber optics, control monitoring.

- There's a lot of systems in that toy. - Yeah, just do it.

Let's see if there's another way in.

Most people use the front.

Let's get a move on, kids, we still have to get everyone in costume.

Kris Kringle and his reindeer are back that way, honey.

Don't miss them.

Come on, guys. You got a couple hundred kids

out there going bonkers. Let's roll, huh?

We're federal agents. Why don't you give this up before you dig yourself deeper?

Our dispatcher knows we're here. We already filed a preliminary.

I don't think so.

You would've shut me down long before I got close to delivery.

Inside please.

American agents inside your operation and we haven't even received the pilot project.

Which is why I insisted on an escrow account, Ingle.

The data dump's gonna be completed by 9.

If for any reason we fail to deliver...

True. It's your problem.

I've got the midnight flight with or without the designs.

It'll be Christmas in Dresden in an hour.

They ring the bells...

play the Christmas pageant in the church.

Oddly enough, they still celebrate Christmas in the GDR.

Wait for me in the computer room.

- I'll kill them now. - Absolutely not.

If there's a chance that these two have backup, we can't leave the bodies here.

There's a couple of hundred children crawling these halls.

You wanna carry them past the kids like a couple of yule logs?

I'll take care of this.

First, I've got about 20 rent-a-cops I gotta

move away from the back of the plant...

before I can get them out that way. Go.

Just another Christmas Eve trapped in a nest of killers.

This is getting to be our own little holiday tradition.

Look, we're in a jam but we can't stew about it. We gotta figure a way out.

We'd need a satchel charge to blow these hinges.

I suppose you're gonna say we can count on a miracle or two.

- Well, it's the season for them. - Yeah.

Three years ago, we were surrounded by a bunch of Russians. We got out of that.

There's gotta be a way we can get out of this.

Well, we'll never get out through the ceiling. There's six inches of overhead.

Okay, well, come down.

We don't have a heck of a lot to work with.

Mm-mm.

Heh.

Walter, the Singing Frog.

Baby Teardrops.

Oh.

And the good old trusty tombstone fanner, heh.

It's all I needed when I was 8.

- Amanda. - Yeah?

Check the shelves, see if you can find some more caps and batteries.

These things must come with batteries.

Okay, I got some batteries. They're double A's, only a volt and a half.

That's fine. We'll wire them together in series.

Yeah.

Here's a whole bunch of caps, and a whole bunch of batteries.

- How do you make her cry? - Oh, well, you just...

- Rock the baby. Rock the baby. - Amanda?

- Amanda? - You squeeze her stomach.

- Squeeze her stomach just like this. - Yeah.

- Look, tears. See? Squeeze. - Okay.

Let's find something to contain the water.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, and give me your dress.

Children, please. I want everyone in the procession on stage.

Hands, please.

Well, I guess things are going your way.

You deserve a round of applause, huh?

They're loading all the data...

They're loading all the data on a mainframe onto mag cores for the trip East.

- No prototon? - Prototype.

- I knew that. - It's all electronic.

You ready?

Merry Christmas.

Stay in your seats. Federal agents. We're here to confiscate this material.

You two get around.

I'm gonna go get him. Call Billy for backup.

- Yeah.

And on this, the very first Christmas, the three wise men entered the stable.

Santa!

All right, kids. Listen, kids, get down. Get out of the way. Get down. Please.

Let me go. Please, get down. Go away. Get on, go.

Come on, Santa!

Children, please.

Make it a clean shot. Please, don't fire into these kids, huh?

Drop it, Ingle.

Drop it.

Children, please.

Please take your seat and be quiet.

Let's go.

Ho-ho-ho-ho.

Merry Christmas, children, ha-ha.

Do you still believe in Santa Claus? - Yes!

Tonight, so do I.

Let's go.

Amanda, I really ought to go see Bernie at the hospital.

Are you kidding? It's freezing out here. Get in the house.

- I can't. - What do you mean, you can't?

Yes, you can.

They're all gonna be wondering what I'm doing here.

They're not gonna be wondering what you're doing here.

- Well, it's about time. - Mother, I'm sorry we're late.

Oh, come on. Come on in. - Hi, Mrs. West.

- Amanda, I have to... - Can you believe this snowstorm?

- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

Thank you, Mother. That's a pretty apron.

Aunt Lillian made it, all hand-embroidered. Can you imagine?

- That's why she didn't come down. - Really?

She was afraid she wouldn't get it ready for Christmas. Lillian, they're here.

Amanda's boyfriend is here.

- I'm sorry about that. - Yeah.

- Hi, everybody. Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

Hi, Mr. Stetson. Glad you could be here.

You should see the gnarly skateboard my grandma got me.

Hey, Mom. Mom, I made this for you.

Well, sweetheart, it's so big.

Well, I built the whole thing by myself. Well, almost.

Dad helped me fix the legs, it kept falling over.

- Hi, sweetheart. - Hi.

- Merry Christmas. - It's a spice rack.

- Merry Christmas, Lee. - Thanks, Joe. You too.

- Thank you. - Oh, Mom, it can hold 213 spices.

Well, then we'll never run out of room for spices.

Here you go, Mr. Stetson. It's a scarf.

No, no, no, sweetheart, we're not gonna open presents yet.

- I kept it warm, I make no promises. - Thank you.

- Oh, looks delicious. - Jamie.

- Here, Lee. - Let's get some wood for the fire.

Now, you just sit here and eat.

- I'm gonna go get Lillian. - All right, heh.

- Oh, well, look at this. - Ah.

I see what you mean.

Christmases here in the King house are pretty special.

Your present's at the Q-Bureau.

Oh, well, mine for you is, uh... Well, it's at the apartment.

- But guess what. - What?

I got my present already.

- Merry Christmas. - Yeah.