Original subtitles

(joyful music)

- Merry Christmas!

Ah! Don't you two look dazzy this morning.

- Thanks. - Hi, girls!

- Hi! - Hey, Clem!

- Hi! Good morning! - Morning!

- I'll see you guys after work! - OK.

- Check this out! - Hi!

- Merry Christmas! - Merry Christmas!

- Clementine, you're early. Interns don't usually

show up till 9. - When there's new trampolines

that need fixing? - Oh, well. We've got

another problem to deal with. - A problem?

- Mm-hmm. Just look. - The thing is

the zing of these balls is too much.

- I see.

- I guess we'll have to scratch that whole batch.

(Clem sighs.) - Unless...

What if we cut these in half

and attach them to the bottom of a shoe?

- I don't follow. - Well, cut in half

is half the bounce. And for kids who play hoop,

that's a perfect amount of spring in their step.

- Well done, Clem! - Thanks, Blizzby.

♪♪♪

(indistinct conversations)

- There you go. - Dazzy.

(indistinct conversations)

- Yes, please. (elves laughing)

- Good work today, Clem. Interns don't usually

invent new products. - Well, the way I see it,

a problem is just a snowball waiting for a target.

(chuckling)

- Maybe that's why word gets around.

- (elf): Look, it's Santa! - (Santa): Clementine!

- Later, guys! - I heard you did a good job today.

You march to your own glockenspiel, Clementine.

(chuckling) - Thank you, sir.

My mom says that if we had a snowflake for every new idea

that I chased, we'd have an avalanche on our hands.

(Clem and Santa laughing) - That's why I'm here today.

Uh, shall we go to my office and have a little chat?

(happy sigh) - I'd love that.

(wind whistling)

- As you know, getting around the world

in one night isn't easy.

The further my sleigh gets from Northpole's magic,

the more power we need.

- Well, you do log in a lot of frequent-flyer miles.

- Which is why we built the power stations.

Without those points of magic around the globe,

my journey would be impossible.

So, Clementine,

what do you say to another special mission?

- I'd be totally iced.

- Well, there's a woman down south who's at a crossroads.

She inherited one of our stations,

an old hotel that's gone dark.

- Vermont. I hear it's beautiful this time of the year.

- If its magic isn't lit up by Christmas Eve,

well, I think you know what's at stake here.

- How much does she know?

- Nothing. - How much can I tell her?

- I'm afraid she's gonna have to come

to certain realizations herself.

Needless to say, this will be

the greatest challenge you've ever faced.

- I'm honoured, sir.

(eager sigh) And I'm in.

- (Santa): Haha! Her name is Mackenzie Warren.

- Pretty, but no.

This, I can sell.

Oh...

"18 carats."

Worth more melted down.

Something to think about.

Well, that's interesting.

Bella, would you mind standing up?

Early 16th century Elizabethan

in really good condition. - Oh, that's not

for sale, Mackenzie.

- Oh, I understand your hesitancy,

and you'll excuse me for saying,

but if there's one thing I've learned in my 20 years

of appraising estates and property...

these are just things.

A month from now, you'll be living in Boca Raton,

swimming and playing golf, and this antique chair

could be collecting dust in a corner or pay your country-club use for a year.

- Maybe you're right. - Holding onto the past

keeps us from moving forward.

"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery,

and today is a gift." That's why they call it the present.

Oh!

Now, there's your kitchen makeover in Boca.

(Christmas music playing) (bell ringing)

- Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, folks! Merry Christmas!

- Good morning, Ed. - Morning, Mackenzie.

- Here you go: bagel, light cream cheese; coffee, black.

- You're the best. - Merry Christmas! - Merry Christmas!

- Thank you.

I'm available 24/7, night or day.

OK, thank you.

- Nice work on the Campbell estate.

That's why you're our number 1; you can talk people

out of anything. - Thank you, I think.

- Well, keep it up, you'll be the new me. That needs water.

- It's plastic. - Any plans for the holidays?

- Not really. Just going over inventory for the New Year's Day auction.

- I envy you. I have a minivan full of relatives coming in.

If you ask me, Santa has the right idea:

only visit people once a year. (Mackenzie chuckling)

Christmas party in the conference room, you're coming?

- And catch up with people I haven't seen in 20 minutes?

Of course. (black woman chuckling)

(birds singing)

(siren)

(sigh)

(doorbell ringing)

Can I help you? - Ms. Warren?

- Yes. - Peter Elfman, esquire.

We spoke on the phone about your aunt's estate.

- Oh yes, of course! Please come in. I'm Mackenzie.

- Thank you.

Nothing like the smell of a plastic Christmas tree.

(both laughing) - Would you like some coffee? - Oh, that would be lovely.

- Cream and sugar? - Just black.

Just moving in? - No, I haven't gotten around

to unpacking quite yet.

- How long have you lived here? - A year. I move a lot for work.

Six times in the last eight years,

so I have mastered the art of living out of boxes.

- Sounds like you haven't found a place you can call home yet.

- Well, let's just say I'm better at appraising homes

than I am living in them.

Please, sit down. - Oh, thank you.

- Here you go. - Aww, thank you.

- Why are you getting in touch now?

It's been almost a year since my aunt passed away.

- Yes, it's taken us this long

to organize her things. - Oh, well,

she always was a free spirit. - You two were close?

- Very. For a while.

I used to go to her inn

when I was a little girl every Christmas.

Ah, I loved that place...

and my aunt Grace most of all.

- It's my guess the feeling was mutual.

She left you an early Christmas gift.

The Northern Lights Mountain Inn.

♪♪♪

- She left me the inn? - Indeed she did.

- Why me? I... I-I haven't spoken to her in a lifetime.

- Be that as it may, she chose you.

Paper's quite clear on that.

(sigh)

- I can't believe it.

That was so kind of her, but...

what am I gonna do with a hotel in the middle of nowhere?

- When was the last time you were there? - Second grade.

- Hmm... I'm afraid

it's lost a star or two in the guidebooks since then.

- Oh... Well, I suppose I'll have to sell it.

I guess there's a realtor up there I could call.

- Why don't you go up there and take a look at the place first.

Seeing something in person can open your eyes

to all sorts of possibilities.

- Well, you've given me a lot to think about.

- Well, don't take too long.

There's a large tax bill due at the first of the year.

Uncle Sam may have a beard, but he's no Santa Claus.

(She sighs.) Well...

Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

♪♪♪

(door closing)

(cheerful music) (woman laughing)

Hurry, Aunt Grace, hurry! - I'm coming!

(Aunt Grace laughing)

Slow down, Mackenzie!

Slow down, Mac, you're missing the treats along the way!

(both laughing)

- Look at the ornament! It's glowing!

- Aw, that one's my favourite of all.

(both laughing)

♪♪♪

(phone ringing)

- It's Taylor. Whatever you have to say, say it in five seconds.

(Beep!) - Taylor, it's Mackenzie.

I'm going out of town for a few days, but I'll be back

for the auction. Merry... (Beep-beep-beep!)

♪♪♪

- ...Christmas.

♪♪♪ - Hello.

- Hi.

- Are you the realtor? - Thankfully, no.

- Harris Hanover. - Oh, Mackenzie Warren.

My aunt Grace owned-- - The Northern Lights Mountain Inn?

- Oh, you know it then? - Every nook and cranny.

- It's not an English muffin, Ian.

I tried for years to get Grace to sell. That money pit

is a teardown just waiting to happen. - I couldn't disagree more.

- Well, I guess it's my money pit now.

- And you're not the country-innkeeper type.

- Ha! No. Actually, I'm the director of acquisitions

at Carlisle's New York. - Oh, then you know the value

of a good piece of property inside and out.

- Will you hand me the Allen wrench there? - What? Huh?

- Here you go. - Thanks.

You know your wrenches. - W.G. Allen filed the patent

for the original in 1909. Brought him five figures at auction.

- What can you tell me about the compound

sliding miter saw? - Not a lot.

- Too bad, I was about to propose.

(giggling) - Mackenzie,

the inn is a relic.

Except for your aunt's annual Christmas party,

the place has been pretty much empty for years.

On the bright side,

I do have a prospective buyer

who's interested in taking it off your hands as is.

- She's not selling it "as is". What I mean is

if you spruce it up a little, you'd get a better price.

- Better yet: you sell it right now, you'd be done with it.

- Then, the new buyer tears it down. This is a landmark!

- It's progress. - This is the history of our town!

- Don't listen to him; he's adverse to making money.

- Maybe I should see it first.

- Of course.

Give me a call when you do. - I will.

It was nice to meet both of you. - Yeah...

- Nice to meet you too.

- I'm done. - You fixed it?

- Nope. I recommend you tearing it down and buying a new one.

- Ha!

- Hey! I'll walk you to your car.

- Oh! It's 10 feet away.

- Well, we'll walk slowly.

I apologize for him. He's always been pushy

and annoying but he's my brother so I put up with him.

(Mackenzie chuckling) Ian Hanover.

- Mackenzie Warren. - Is that Mrs. Warren or Miss?

- Are you asking if I'm married?

- No, just a little small-town conversation.

- It's Miss.

(car starting up) ♪♪♪

♪♪♪

- Yeehee! Hahaha!

We've got a mission, Randy!

♪♪♪

- Hasn't changed at all.

(loud rattling)

Well, maybe a little.

OK, maybe a lot.

Oh... Oh...

(sigh)

(footsteps)

- Hello!

Welcome to the Northern Lights Mountain Inn!

- Thank you. - Here, let me take that for you.

- OK. Thank you. Haha!

- Now, the inn was established in 1820 as a--

- As a home away from home. - Oh, you stayed with us before?

- Oh, a long time ago.

- Oh, my goodness!

Mackenzie!

You may not remember me. Wilson?

- Wilson!

Of course, I remember you. Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't

recognize you. - Well, I've gotten dramatically

better looking over the years. - I couldn't agree more.

- Ha ha! Grace's lawyer said you might show up.

I'm glad you did. - Me too.

It's so quiet. - Yes, well,

we've lost some staff...

vacationers prefer the new resorts in town

these days, and locals may love this place

but they sleep in their own beds.

- Wilson, are you saying that I'm the only guest?

- Ah, you're not a guest;

you're family.

(Mackenzie laughing) Now, would you like

a little look around before I show you to your room?

- Oh, I would love that! Yes! - (laughing): OK.

Grace stayed on top of things,

but these last few years, well, we fell a little behind.

Oh, it's an old place and it's seen a little wear and tear.

- I see Aunt Grace's collections are still intact.

- Yeah, she acquired everything from hats to hammers.

If it was quirky and fun, she just had to have it.

- Oh, these bookends

could bring in a pretty penny.

- I suppose. They were there long before me.

- Hmm. No.

Maybe. No.

Ah! Kitsch!

Pretty, but worthless.

- You used to like to read beside that lamp.

- Shows you what I knew back then.

- Just an old lamp, but worth isn't always a number, is it?

- Oh, it is in my world. - Hmm...

(enchanting music)

(sighing in wonder)

- I remember when this room used to be

full of people and laughter. - And music,

like a Christmas symphony. - Hmm!

(She sighs.)

Oh...

Aunt Grace's favourite Christmas ornament!

I remember that spinning.

- Spinning? Yes, quite correct.

(footsteps) - Oh, Mackenzie?

- Betty, you're still here! Oh, you look wonderful!

- Thank you, dear. - I see you're still wearing

your famous Christmas sweaters. - A different one every day.

I'm happy to make you one. - Oh no, I wouldn't want you

to go to all that trouble. - No, no, no trouble at all.

- Oh, Betty.

Where's the rest of the staff? - Just us now.

- You two take care of this whole place?

- Let's just say that it keeps us young.

And on that note, let's show you to your room.

- Yeah.

♪♪♪

I've missed you, Aunt Grace.

Shouldn't we take the elevator?

- (Wilson and Betty): No!

- No elevator. Got it.

(gasp)

- Goodnight, dear.

- Goodnight, Betty. Goodnight, Wilson.

(door closing)

(wondrous music)

- Attaboy, Randy!

Haha!

(gasping) Oh!

What a nice town! Haha!

♪♪♪

(swishing sound)

(contented sigh) Nice landing, Randy.

I love the new four-legged touchdown.

You'll be nice and warm in here. (Randy grunting)

I'll check back in in the morning.

Night! (Randy grunting)

♪♪♪

(happy sigh)

- Hello? - Oh! Hi.

You must be Wilson. - And you must be Clementine.

(Clem chuckles.) We've been waiting for you.

Did you bring any luggage? - Just carry-on.

- How was your trip? - Great! I caught

a little turbulence over the Arctic circle. Brrr!

- Hot "snow-coa" coming up.

- Ah, great! - Follow me.

- Great! Has she checked in yet?

- Ho! Ho! Yes, indeed.

♪♪♪

(happy sigh) Ooh...

Hmm!

(happy sigh) (machine beeping)

Santa? I'm in.

♪♪♪ (birds singing)

♪♪♪

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Uh, Mackenzie, this is Clementine, my grand-niece.

Her parents are working, so she'll be staying

with us for the holidays. - Hi.

- Hello. Well, as someone who used to spend Christmases here

when I was a little girl, I promise you're gonna love it.

- Ah, I already do. - You have the shiniest hair.

- Thank you! It's eggnog shampoo.

- Ooh, sounds sticky. - It's real popular where I'm from.

- And where is that? - Up north.

- Canada? - A little north of that.

More like Canada adjacent.

- Would you like to join us for breakfast?

- Oh no, coffee will be fine. - We were just saying

how sad it would be if this place had to close.

- I suppose I could always find another job... I'm not that old.

- Still, it wouldn't be the same.

(music of Jingle Bells playing over speakers)

- I thought that sound system was broken.

- It is.

(music of Jingle Bells playing over speakers)

- Good morning. - Good morning, Mac.

- Oh, actually, nobody calls me that.

At least not anymore.

- That's too bad, I like it.

(The music of Jingle Bells stops playing.)

- What happened? - The wiring in this place

is just about shot. - Um...

This is awkward.

- What is?

- Well, I hope you don't think that I hired you yesterday.

- Nooo, I didn't. - Then, what are you doing here?

- Don't worry, I'm not here for you. I'm here for the inn!

- You do know the inn is an inanimate object?

- Not to me. I've always looked after the place.

In fact...

your aunt and I were really good friends.

She meant a lot to me.

So my contractor and I, we lend a hand when we can.

- Contractor? - Yes, she's outside shoveling snow.

- Look, I hope you don't think that I don't appreciate

all of this, because I do, but...

after I've seen all the work that this place needs,

I think it's best I take your brother up on his offer.

- You mean, sell it and have him tear it down?

- Maybe they'll put something better in its place.

- Yeah, sure, like a condo development, maybe a strip mall.

- Daddy! - Hey! Mackenzie,

this is my contractor, Jenny. - Haha!

It is a pleasure to meet you. - Hi.

- It's Christmas break, which, when you're a single dad,

means instant work crew.

Not to mention this is her favourite place in the world.

- Oh, it was mine too when I was your age.

- What about now? - Well...

- Do you have kids? - Uh, no.

- A husband?

- No. No husband.

- Jenny, why don't you run and get your stuff. Go on.

- Excuse me. - Hmm?

- Do you have a pet? - No.

- Houseplants? - Plastic.

- A car? - It's leased.

- Leased?

Commitment problems.

- Ah... Sorry about the, uh, interrogation.

My old contractor was much, uh, quieter.

(laughing) - It's OK. She's adorable.

- Yeah, she's a really good kid. And persistent.

And by persistent, I mean relentless.

(chuckling)

- It's not that I have a commitment problem per se.

- You didn't hear that from me.

- I-I... I move around a lot for work,

and, well, when you don't stay in one place,

you have to give up things. - Like relationships,

dogs, cats, and plants.

It must be hard. - I'm used to it.

- This is a thank you.

- Oh, for what? - My dad says

you're gonna fix this place up and turn it back

to the way it used to be. - (whispering): Sorry.

- He said it used to be magical.

- Yes, it was. - Actually, sweetie,

I think Mac has decided to let the place go and move on.

- You mean that it's not gonna be here anymore?

- Well, that depends on who buys it.

- I know it seems unimaginable not coming back

to a place you love, but there will be

so many other special places you'll go to.

- Places as special as this?

- Um...

Uh, you know what?

Keep this, then you'll always remember it here.

- Thank you.

I can never forget this place, ever.

- Ooh! Haha!

- Bye. - Bye.

♪♪♪

Harris, this is Mackenzie Warren.

Hold off on that prospective buyer.

I'm gonna fix the place up first.

♪♪♪

Gang! Betty! Wilson!

Oh, can I talk to you for a moment?

I've decided to make a commitment to the inn.

- You're keeping it? - No. But I'm gonna fix it up,

so the new owner thinks twice before tearing it down.

Now, I'm only here until Christmas,

so this will have to be fast and furious.

Wilson, do you know any handyman in town other than Ian Hanover?

- Why would you want someone else? He's the best.

- Not to mention good-looking. And dependable.

He's raised his little Jenny since his wife died.

- She died?

- When the girl was just a baby.

- You won't do better than Ian.

- I'm sure you're right; I just got the sense that he might be

too attached to this place.

- But isn't that a good thing?

- Oh, not in my experience. If we want to get this done,

we've got to forget about the past and not get

caught up in the memories of what this once was.

Now, I've googled resorts in town,

and it's obvious that this place needs some updating.

- Do you know what this place has that the other places don't?

Charm. - Yeah.

- You know what those places have that this place doesn't?

Guests. - Ouch!

(Ding!) (Wilson laughing)

- First thing we need to do is inventory what needs to be fixed

and then figure out what we can live without.

- Oh, great! Would you mind if I shadowed you?

I'm considering a career in hotel management.

- Alright then, you're hired! (Clem gasps.)

- You know what we can't live without?

A Christmas tree. Or two.

- OK, you're in charge of trees. - Perfect. I promise

to go out on a limb for you. - Oh, I see what you did there.

(both laughing)

Do you like to make lists? - Oh! Like a naughty

and nice list? - I was thinking a list

of things wrong with the inn. - Sounds like a short list.

(music of We Wish You a Merry Christmas playing)

- Here you go. - Got it.

(Ding!)

(Ding!)

(Ding!)

- Elevator. - Check.

(handle rattling)

I got it.

- Oh... How did Aunt Grace

manage this place and make it look so easy?

- Well, Christmas in the heart puts Christmas in the air.

(small chuckle) - How many fixes on that list?

- Um, 64 must-dos.

(loud racket)

- Make that 65.

- You look beat. - Oh... Beat and overwhelmed.

- Hmm... Can I get you anything?

- Yes.

Ian Hanover's number.

- Oh, don't bother. He never answers his phone.

- How does he get any business? - You'll just have to go and see him.

- So you used to go to the inn as a little kid?

- Every Christmas. My dad travelled a lot for work.

The holidays were his busiest time of year,

so he'd send me out here to spend Christmases

with my aunt Grace. - What about your mom?

- She wasn't really in the picture.

- I-I'm so sorry.

- I loved it here. (Mackenzie chuckles.)

It was the happiest time of my life,

for a while anyway.

- What changed?

- Well, one year, I had the strangest dream

that I went to this magical city.

I was so sure that it was real.

My dad became convinced that Aunt Grace

was a bad influence. Too eccentric.

I guess I did sound pretty crazy.

- And you never went back?

- No.

- Why not?

- I grew up.

- Hello! Can I help you?

- How pretty that wreath would look on the doors of the inn.

- The inn?! - Yes.

- Then, that means you're Mackenzie.

Ah, your aunt talked about you often.

Ohhh, I miss her!

Are you still putting on the big Christmas Eve party?

We all so look forward to it every year.

- No, I'm afraid not.

Actually, I'm selling the inn.

- Oh, what a shame.

That inn meant a lot to this town.

Hmm! But, uh...

merry Christmas anyway.

- Merry Christmas - Merry Christmas.

- Samples!

Samples! - (Clem): Ooh! Absolutely!

- Do you live around here? - Uh, just visiting.

- I'll be at the sawmill. - OK.

- It's a cool hat. - Yeah!

Yours too. You get up north?

- Yep. (both chuckling)

- Dazzy! - Yeah. Real dazzy.

♪♪♪

- Hello!

Hello? (knocking on door)

Hello?

- Oh! Hiya! - Hey.

I, uh, I would have called, but I heard

you don't answer your phone. - Now, where did you hear that?

Ah, let me guess. Wilson.

(She sighs.) (cell phone vibrating)

Hmm! Yes, Wilson, she's here.

(Mackenzie chuckling) Yes. And yes.

He and Betty ought to open a matchmaking business.

(Mackenzie chuckling)

- This is an amazing workshop!

- It's more of a home office. We live right next door.

- It's beautiful. - Thank you.

- I kind of like restoring old stuff.

You know, taking something that's forgotten

and giving it a second life. - Early 1900s.

I could get you a good price for this.

- Then I couldn't use it.

- But you could use the money to buy a better one.

- I like that one. - You really do get

attached to things. - Thank you.

- Anyway, I'm here because-- - Yeah, you want me to fix up the inn.

- Wilson? - No.

I figured you'd spend the night in the place

and you'd come to your senses and want to keep it.

- I'm not keeping it, but I don't want to see it torn down.

- Well, if my brother sells it, it will be torn down.

- But if we bring it back to the way it was, whoever buys it won't want to.

- They will if they have no attachment to it.

- It so happens that talking people out of things

is what I'm good at. - Well, you're also good

at talking people into things. I'm in.

- You're available? - Uhhh...

Yeah.

Yep, wide open.

- Great! And your rates?

- I wouldn't mind that stack of mahogany in the basement.

- And? - And you could...

throw in some of Betty's cooking.

Why would-- I was thinking more along the lines of money.

- No, no, no. I'm good there.

- Oh!

- Look who I found taking all the free samples.

(Clem chuckling) - Hi, Mac!

- Oh! Ha ha ha!

- She doesn't really like being called Mac.

- Actually, it's starting to grow on me.

- Dad, this is Clementine. - Nice to meet you.

- Likewise. - I'm so glad you changed

your mind about the inn. - Well, let's just say

you put a wrench in my plans. - Start tomorrow?

- Deal. And bring your contractor along.

- OK. You in?

- I don't work cheap. (Clem and Ian laughing)

- I, on the other hand, do. (girls laughing)

♪♪♪

The rest of them are on the way.

- The rest of what? - Clementine said you wanted

20 Christmas trees. - What?!

Ohhh...

that's a 2 and that's a smiley face.

Sorry. - That's OK.

They're pretty and they smell better than plastic.

- Yes, and there is no such thing as too many Christmas trees.

- True. - (Clem): And this place needs

all the Christmas it can get. - Ready?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- You know, there are elves here.

- Elves?

Of course! Ha ha ha!

Broken elevator, grandfather clock

that won't chime. Even the ice machine doesn't work.

- We'll get to that. - Oh, did I mention

that the linoleum in the laundry room is curling up?

- I'll rip it up; there's hard wood underneath.

- Quicker if you nailed it down. - It's linoleum, you know,

you can't use a crayon on the Mona Lisa.

- See? I told you: he's too attached to this place.

- I remain neutral. However, you don't see

stucco ceilings on the Sistine Chapel.

(Betty laughing) - Well put, Wilson.

- We're gonna need paint and a lot of it.

- There's paint in the basement. Let me...

You know, I've done a room or two in my day. - Thanks, Wilson.

The kitchen could use an onceover.

- That is my turf. - Thank you, Betty. - Betty.

- Would anyone like to tackle the game room?

(girls giggling) - Come on, let's go!

- Alright. I guess I'll tack down

that linoleum. - Oh, on second thought, um,

rip it out.

(sigh)

- Something's missing. (Jenny laughing)

He doesn't have a nose. - Of course.

- Hey. What are you watching?

- Polarific! It's the number 1 show in Northpole.

- Ohhh! Why, this place never looked so good. Ha! Ha!

- Well, you know, I wish I could take all the credit,

but this kid's in the snow zone.

- I help my dad out all the time. - He is very lucky to have you.

(turning TV off) - But I think he's lonely.

- You know, I grew up without a mom too.

- What happened to yours? - She left when I was a baby.

- Why?

- I don't know.

I guess she didn't think she'd make a very good mother.

But I had my dad and Aunt Grace.

- And now you have us. (Mackenzie chuckling)

(screaming)

- Ha ha ha!

Well, Aunt Grace always did like games.

- Me too! - Me three!

What kind? - Oh, my favourite game was the ribbon game.

On Christmas Eve, Aunt Grace would take a ribbon

and she would string it all through the hotel.

And I would chase it to see where the ribbon led.

- And where did it lead?

(Grace laughing)

- Aunt Grace, where does the ribbon lead?

- If you don't slow down, you'll miss it.

- You know, I don't remember. - Can we do it?

- Oh, goodness, I wouldn't even know where to begin.

And we have a lot of work ahead of us.

On the other hand, there's a lot of snow out front

that needs to be moved around.

I'll race you.

(girls laughing) - Oh, a game!

(Mackenzie laughing) (door closing)

- I hid all the cracks?

- Yes!

But I think you're missing something.

(chuckling)

This is a little trick I learned

at the Guild of Colourful.

- Ho! Ho! I like your style, girl.

(Mackenzie and girls chatting indistinctly outside)

- (Clem): You brought hats.

Now, that's real original. - (Mackenzie): There you go. OK!

- (Clem): His head looks good! - (Jenny): Arms! Arms!

- (Mac): Missed that high five. - We totally missed it.

OK, keep him nice and warm. - Very nice.

- Then turn. Let's get a hat. - Perfect!

I like it! - Yeah!

- Alright, no snowman is complete until he has a top hat.

- OK, what do we think? This one or that one?

That one! Right there, that one. Yeah. - I like this one with it.

(Ian and Mac laughing) - Alright.

We ran out of carrots. (girls laughing)

♪♪♪

- Ah... Ha!

- There you go! - (laughing): No, thank you.

- Nice snowman!

I can't see it helping much though.

Maybe another 50 cents onto the purchase price?

- We were just... - Having a little fun.

- Like, I don't mean to be a scrooge, but, uh...

clock's ticking.

♪♪♪ (Mackenzie sighs.)

- He's right. I don't know what I was thinking.

This place is never gonna get finished.

- But... I mean, we're making so much progress.

- We're building a snowman.

And unless he does plumbing and electrical,

we're wasting our time.

- We already have someone who does all of that.

And more.

(Jenny laughing)

And she won't melt.

(Mackenzie sighs.) - Clementine,

I appreciate what you and Wilson are trying to do here,

but there's no room in my life

for Ian or even a snowman right now.

- Well, you can make room.

- I'm struggling just to fix up this inn,

let alone myself.

(Clem sighing)

(sighing)

- Northpole? (radio crackling)

Come in, Northpole!

(elves chattering) - Santa...

it's Clementine for you.

- Clementine, how goes it?

- [Operation Rekindle's underway.]

I know I'm just to help Mackenzie help herself,

but I need more help.

Is there anyone up there that you can spare?

- Sorry, Clem, we need all elves on deck up here.

There are those who live down south.

[They're right in your neighbourhood.]

(Beep-beep!) - You know...

I might just know a guy

who knows a guy.

Jimmy!

Hi! - Oh, hey!

- Are you busy tonight? - You're asking me out?

- Ha! Not out.

In!

Like the inn.

- Oh, so a working date.

- More work than date.

- I will be there.

- Great!

♪♪♪ (hammering)

(whispers and shushes)

(end of whispers and shushes)

(birds singing)

♪♪♪

(contented sigh)

(indistinct conversation)

(people laughing) - Good morning!

- Oh!

Hope you don't mind, we came to say goodbye to the old place.

- And for some of Betty's biscuits!

- Oh, not at all,

make yourselves at home. - I can't remember

not spending Christmas here. - I know what you mean,

my last special memory of Christmas was in this place too.

- Here, have some coffee. - Hmm...

thank you. Mm!

Mm! Good, thank you!

- Yeah! Hm!

Sit, join us!

- Oh, I wish I could, but I'm gonna take these and go.

Say, did you hear any weird sounds last night?

- Weird sounds?

Nope! Slept like a log!

Probably racoons. - Sounded like hammering.

- Racoons with hammers! It happens.

Here,

some extra for Ian.

- Thank you, Clem.

(Clem chuckling)

- I smell biscuits. (Mackenzie chuckling)

- Those sconces weren't on the list.

- Finally got 'em all working.

I think they complete the room

- They're pretty.

You know, with...

your skills, you could...

earn a lot in the city.

- I tried that, not a good fit.

Besides, I have everything I need here.

So, what's next?

- Oh, and thank you for fixing the clock.

- Oh, I didn't fix the clock.

- It's working. - Wasn't me!

- Onward.

(grinding) Oh!

- (gasping): Snowflake-shaped ice?

- Huh! - Impressive!

- I appreciate that you think I have these skills, but no again!

- So, how are you with elevators?

(Ding!)

- Apparently, pretty good!

Going up!

(music in the elevator) - ♪ Silent night ♪

- How did you do that? - I didn't!

- Let's give them a little more time together.

(little chuckle)

- Oh! Hm!

- How bad is this?

Stuck on an elevator with a pretty girl.

- (sighing): I can't do this.

- Can't do what? - Get involved.

I'm leaving in a few days.

- But you're here right now.

- The thing is,

I'm on a path and...

this would be a left turn.

- Maybe it's a "right" turn.

- Trust me, it's easier if things are just business.

That way, no one gets hurt when it ends.

- So, you're...

you're worried about the end before we've even begun?

(The music starts again with elevator.)

- ♪ All is calm ♪ (Mackenzie sighs.)

♪ All is bright ♪ - You don't understand.

- I'd like to!

- Ugh, it looks like we miscalculated.

- The last relationship I had

ended because I moved, and the one before that.

That's what I do: I move!

- You mean, you run!

- I've built my entire life around my career.

- Yeah, and your career is getting rid of people's...

pasts, which, you know, is OK, I guess!

What about you?

You said the happiest time of your life was here!

Look, whether it's me or not me,

you can't live your life as a moving target.

The moment is now.

Don't miss it!

- (sighing): I'm sorry, I can't!

(wind blowing) (owl hooting)

- Yes, Santa, my ice IS totally cracked,

but... don't worry,

I've got a plan.

(wind blowing)

Are you OK?

(Mackenzie sighing)

- I have a lot of decisions to make.

- You know, I always make my best decisions while walking.

(owl hooting)

Such a beautiful night! - Hm...

(bells jingling)

Did you hear that?

(animal snorting) Sounds like a horse!

- Certainly... horse-like.

Let's go see! ♪♪♪

(snorting) - OH!

That's not a horse, that's...

(snorting)

Clem...

what's going on, here?

- You know what's going on.

You've been in this seat before.

Trust me. (Randy snorting)

(breathy chuckle)

- Oh!

- You ready?

- I think so.

- Come on, Randy! (chuckle)

♪♪♪

(Clem chuckles.)

- Woah! (Clem chuckles.)

- Welcome back to Northpole, MacKenzie!

(Clem chuckling)

(amazed sigh)

(jet-like sound)

(elves singing Jingle Bells )

- So, it wasn't a dream!

- I'd say: more like a field trip.

- It was real!

- Was... and is!

- I have so many questions.

- Ask away!

I'm all ears. (Clem giggling)

- You are! (both laughing)

♪♪♪

(train engine sound)

- This is the Guild of bounce and spring,

one of the 12 guilds where we make all the toys for Christmas.

- It's amazing! - It's home.

- You grew up here?

- Well, we don't really grow up here.

You see, age is just a number. Most of us don't even keep track, really.

- Oh, I like that idea. - Yeah!

- I guess living in Northpole has its benefits.

- Ah, so does working for Santa.

Carlisle's may be the top auction house,

but Santa is the top toy distributor on the planet.

Not to mention a legend.

- Do you work in Santa's PR department?

- No, Santa doesn't need PR.

It's more like word of mouth.

- Clem...

why did you bring me here?

- You see, a long time ago, you stopped believing.

Don't worry, it happens to the best of you.

The magic of Christmas can mean everything to a kid.

But time passes and...

they start to forget.

Then suddenly, it just becomes another day.

It's places like your aunt's hotel that...

keep Christmas alive!

It's more than just an inn.

People count on it to be there year after year.

It's a place with memories and tradition and... magic.

But that magic has gone out.

Your aunt... kept it alive.

And she chose you

to bring it back to life.

- Me? But... I don't know anything about magic!

- The snow's magic.

(twinkling sounds)

Hmm!

(bouncing and springing sound effects)

(Clem chuckling)

Give it a try!

(twirling sound effect)

(gasp)

- Oh...

Clem, this...

this wasn't me; it's this place, it's the snow!

- You know, when your aunt first started at the inn...

(bell ringing) ...she was just like you:

hesitant, a little out of her comfort zone...

but she learned along the way.

Trust me,

I have a very reliable source.

- Santa! - (laughing): Mackenzie,

good to see you again. - You remember me?

- My dear, I watched over your entire childhood.

And...

I've been holding on to this for you.

- "Dear Mac,

"don't ever stop believing because I believe in you.

Love, Aunt Grace."

- Each innkeeper must find

the magic in their own way.

Grace did...

you can do it too.

- You can... do this, Mackenzie.

- I can do this! - (chuckling): That's great.

This is more important than you know.

Back to work! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!

- So many toys, so little time!

What are you thinking? - Well, I'm thinking I should

call my boss and tell her there's been a change in plans.

(chuckles)

(Ian and Clem talking indistinctly)

- (Ian): Smells good. Delicious. - (Clem): It does.

- Good morning, all! - Good morning!

- That looks suspiciously like

a Christmas sweater. - Made by the best!

- Thank you, my dear, and it's a perfect fit!

(Mackenzie chuckling) - And did you hit

your head or something? - Something!

Look, I know I might have seemed a bit stressed the past few days,

- No! No, no, no. - Really?

- But we're done with that... because I'm keeping the inn.

- (Betty): Oh my! - (Clem): Oh, my God!

- We're gonna restore it back to what it was and we're gonna

throw a grand reopening party on Christmas Eve.

- I like where you're going with this.

- Me too! - Well, it's only a few days

until Christmas, so we'll have to get started right away.

Or right after we demolish these pancakes!

(Clem chuckling) - I like that better!

- Careful, you might lose a finger. - Perfect treat, Betty!

- That's pretty. - This is fun!

- More ornaments. Aunt Grace may have been a hoarder.

- (laughing): Well, you can never have too many ornaments.

- Jenny, speaking of ornaments,

I wanna show you something.

This was my aunt Grace's favourite ornament.

It used to spin.

(both gasping) Oh boy, that brings back memories.

The last time I did this, I was your age!

- What happened to all of the Christmases since then?

- I guess I lost my way a little.

- Cocoa, it always makes me happy.

- Thank you, Jenny.

(Beep!) - Department of good deeds?

We've got another kind act.

- ♪♪ It's the sleigh bells ringing ♪

- Wow! Somebody's sure racking up the good deeds!

- ♪ It's three kings ♪

♪ Everybody's ♪

♪ Feeling happy ♪

- Ah, looks good. (Clem chuckling)

- ♪ It's Santa's jolly ho ho ♪ - Thanks!

- That should hold it. - Perfect!

- ♪ When the streets are filling up with snow ♪

- (Ian): Thanks. - You guys want cookies?

- ♪ This is Christmas ♪

♪ Tonight ♪ - Looking great, Jenny!

- ♪ Oh oh oh oh oh ♪ - (Mackenzie): There you go.

Good job. (Clem yelps.)

- (chuckling): It's on! - (Ian): Uh-oh!

- ♪ This is Christmas ♪

(chuckling)

- I'm eating snow! - ♪ Dad is holding Ma ♪

♪ Under the mistletoe ♪ - Mackenzie, is she an elf?

- ♪ As they sing another verse ♪

- You didn't hear it from me. Shh!

- ♪ Oh, the weather outside is frightful ♪

♪ Sarah's stringing popcorn for the tree ♪

- Step up so I can get ya! - AH!

- Everybody, one! - Oh, my God! Ha ha ha! - ♪ Grabs a candy cane for me ♪♪

- Do you think we have enough decorations?

- Haha! You have enough presents.

(She laughs.)

- OK, just two more left.

I think I'll put one right here.

- Haven't missed one of those for over 50 years!

- Well, we hope to see you this Christmas Eve too!

Hm!

(She sighs.)

Aunt Grace, she sure did touch a lot of lives.

- Including mine.

The inn's a big part of this town.

And everyone in it. - Ha! No pressure there!

- Oh, we can handle it.

- I don't know if it's the holidays

and the Christmas spirit, but...

this town and the people in it...

are very special.

- Guys! Are the rumours true?

- Rumours? What rumours?

- The Northern Lights' Christmas Party is back on?

- Yes, Suzy, it's back on! - Great!

I'll spread the news.

Oh! By the way,

you guys make a great couple.

- The down side of a small town:

nosy neighbours. We should get back.

Betty, that was delicious. Thank you. Delicious meal.

- You guys should spend the night, no reason to go out

in that snow. - How does a sleepover sound?

- Sleepover! - (laughing): Yeah!

- And we sure have enough rooms, don't we, Wilson?

- That, we have! (Clem snickering)

(gasp of delight)

(exhaling and laughing)

- Hm!

- "Happy Christmas to all

and to all, a good night."

- Mac, you're not like your mom.

You'd make a very good mother. - Thank you, Jenny.

Get some sleep.

Good night. - Good night.

- Like I said, she's relentless,

but hardly ever wrong.

(sighing): Good night.

- Good night.

(cell phone ringing)

(little sigh)

Taylor, merry Christmas!

- Where are you? You don't sound like yourself.

- About that; I have some news. - I have bigger news;

[you've been tapped to run the London office.]

- What? - [The crown jewel of Carlisle.]

[You've been working for this your whole life, and now, it's here.]

Of course, you'd have to leave everything behind, but that's what you're good at.

- Taylor, that's an amazing offer,

but I... I... I can't! - [Very funny!]

I'm gonna need you on a plane to London by Christmas. OK, I gotta go,

[another horrendous holiday party awaits.]

- Wh... wai...

(exhaling)

(knocking on door) Come in!

- (softly): Hi!

I made you an extra one. - Aww, thanks, Clem.

- Yeah.

Is something wrong?

- I just got offered a job

I've been working my whole life for.

- But...

...I thought you already took the job of a lifetime.

You know, the guy in the suit!

- This is someone else in a suit.

The thing is, I can decorate trees

and clean shelves, but that doesn't make magic.

What if I can't figure out what does?

I've been letting down so many people:

the town, Aunt Grace, Betty and Wilson.

I've been letting down Santa.

- But you won't let them down.

- I hope you're right.

- Good night. - Good night.

(sigh)

♪♪♪

Good morning!

- I know what THAT is.

- No, you don't. - Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, it's a new wood chisel.

(silent gasp) Haha! Thanks!

- Did you see me buy it?

- Maybe!

(chuckle)

- You fixed the lights!

- And the music!

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

- Oh no.

- We must have tripped a breaker.

Don't go anywhere.

- I won't.

Pff... (cell phone ringing)

- Taylor, I've already given you my answer.

- Which I don't accept! This is nothing more

than holiday syndrome; old memories, new presents.

Talk to me when you're surrounded by torn wrapping paper and fruitcake crumbs.

(metal creaking)

(soft sizzling)

(sigh)

- Fine, I'll write it down. Hold on.

OK, flight 17.

Yes, gate 43. Got it.

OK, thanks.

(exhaling)

- It's worse than I thought.

The whole panel's shot.

- How long will it take to fix?

- At least a week. "If" I can get the parts.

- So, we've got a grand reopening

in three days and... we don't have any electricity.

- Are you going somewhere?

- No, it's just, uh... It's a job offer in London.

- You're leaving on Christmas.

- That's when the flight leaves. - With you on it.

- No.

- "Pick up and move." You warned me.

- No... (cell phone ringing)

Ha! My brother.

Perfect timing.

Tell him you're ready to sell.

(cell phone still ringing)

I'll be back tomorrow to pull out that panel.

(sighing)

- Harris.

What? No. Uh...

No, you're not... you're not interrupting anything.

- (radio): And live from Northpole, this just in:

Tomorrow night, Santa starts loading his sleigh.

Just 2 days to go until the big day!

Meanwhile, come get in the spirit at the Deer's Ears

for Snow Cone Sunday! That's right,

that's this Sunday at the Deer's Ears.

We're expecting a lot of people to come out, so be sure to show up early.

(dog barking in the distance)

- Mackenzie?

- I don't know what made me think I could do this.

I messed things up with Ian.

And now, the Northern Lights Mountain Inn

doesn't even have lights!

(owl hooting)

Let's face it, whatever magic my aunt had, I don't.

- You know, you may not realize it...

but you're really good at this.

And you can't give up now.

- Maybe the next owner will get it right.

- The next owner?

- According to Harris, he's agreed to keep the place open

and keep Betty and Wilson on.

What more could we ask for?

- You.

- I'm sorry, Clem.

Please put the word out

that the grand reopening is off.

- Well...

as you can see, it's a...

it's a very fair offer.

- Ian.

- Sorry to interrupt your big sale.

- No, you're not. - I'm just getting the panel, I'll be out of your hair.

- (sighing): Excuse me.

I'm sorry how we left things.

- Me too.

Two different worlds, I guess.

- Not so different.

- Small-town guy

with an old truck and a big-city exec...

Good luck, Mackenzie.

- Second thoughts? (She sighs.)

I guess I've... grown attached!

- It'll pass.

(big sigh)

(birds singing) ♪♪♪

- I can't believe I failed.

I was supposed to...

help her find her way.

- Missions are funny.

They don't always work out the way you think.

- But this one was so important.

- I had a special mission once.

I was a little older than you are when Santa told me

about a new hotel owner that needed some help.

- Grace? - Mm-hm.

After a while, you don't know if the mission's over or if it's still going on.

It just kind of gets mixed up with life.

So, you see, Clementine, sometimes the mission's

only over when you say it's over.

- Wilson...

I'm going polar.

- That's my girl!

♪♪♪

- How goes it down south?

- Unless I figure out something soon,

you may have to rewrite your entire flight plan.

How can you get someone to see what they can't?

- You have to give them the opportunity to think it through for themselves.

- And if they don't come around?

- Then you be their light in the darkness.

- Snow MG!

I can help light the way? - As bright as you want!

(both chuckling) - Thanks, Santa.

(Santa laughing)

♪♪♪

- Clementine, what brings you here?

- I need to help someone see the light.

- Of course, my dear. We have just the thing.

I knew you would! And by the way,

do you have any ribbon?

(big sigh)

- We're sorry to see you go.

- I'm gonna miss all of you very much.

- Your favourite: gingerbread cookies.

- Thank you, Betty.

- You might use these in London. They were your aunt's skates.

- How thoughtful, Wilson!

(Mackenzie laughing)

- This is a gift for your next Christmas tree.

- Oh, I love it, Jenny, thank you.

- So you don't forget this place.

- It's beautiful.

But I can never forget about this place

or any of you.

- (with a big sigh): Mackenzie,

all this time, you've compared yourself to your aunt

when really, you shouldn't

because no two snowflakes are ever alike.

- Thanks, Clem.

- This is just a little something I picked up.

Canada adjacent.

It's not worth much, but...

- Actually, Clem...

it's priceless.

How would you like to play a game?

Oh, Jeez! Slow down!

- I can't! I wanna see where the ribbon leads!

- Oh my goodness! You're too fast!

(Jenny giggles.)

♪♪♪ - Come, Mackenzie!

- Oh! Good choice!

(laughing)

Oh, slow down, little one!

(Mackenzie chuckling)

OK. Oh, wait, wait! Stop.

What do you see?

- Nothing, just snowflakes. - Exactly.

As you're running down the path of life,

don't forget to stop and look at the snowflakes,

because they're not all the same.

Can you find the one that's different?

(magical chiming) Yeah!

- Wow! (chuckle)

- (quietly): Look!

(louder): Do you wanna go? - Uh, yah!

(chuckle)

WOO! - WOO!

- WOO!

- This is awesome! (giggling)

(screaming)

This is so much fun!

(screaming)

(laughter)

Right back to where we started! - Exactly.

Happiness isn't a destination; it's the journey along the way.

You guys knew all along what Aunt Grace was trying to teach me, didn't you?

- With a little help from Northpole.

- But that would make you a...

Wilson!

(Clem giggling)

You too? - Nope!

Just an elf wannabe.

(laughs) - What'd I miss?

- Just me...

discovering what's been in front of me the whole time.

- And what is that?

- Everything.

(girls giggling)

- Wow!

You should say goodbye more often.

- Oh, this isn't goodbye, it's hello.

- I thought you were leaving?

- Harris, I can't sell this place.

- You signed a contract.

- Contracts can be broken.

- Mackenzie, this deal's done.

My buyer's taking possession tomorrow night.

- Tomorrow night, but that's Christmas Eve! - That's when he's flying in!

And, you know, he's anxious to get his hands on the place.

- I'll have to change his mind. - Good luck with that.

I mean, I haven't met him in person, but I can tell you

from our phone conversations...

he's very determined.

- If there's one thing I'm good at, it's talking people

out of things. - Or into them.

Now, can we please get ready for the party tomorrow night?

- But... I thought you cancelled it?

- You may have had your doubts...

but I always had faith in you.

- So, we're throwing a party

without any lights, power or food,

and I may not even be the owner!

- Exactly! (Clem chuckling)

- Oh, I like your attitude, Clementine!

When this inn was built,

there was no electricity,

no... heater,

no... refrigerator, no... elevator.

- So, not that different from now!

(chuckles)

- And yet, people still came.

- Right. - And even though

we don't have a single guest--

- Uh... - ...a single "paying" guest,

The Northern Lights is

overbooked with two things that matter most:

friendship and love.

So I say, forget about the list,

forget about the new owner,

we have a party to throw and the only must do is fun.

(laughing and cheering)

- I haven't seen this place so alive in years!

- Oh well, we could always use another hand, I have

a tool belt with your name on it in the truck, literally!

- You wore a tool belt? - Yeah, we used to work together

before you got that real estate license.

- Who do you think taught him how to drywall?

(jazzy Christmas music) - (together): One, two,

three! - Yay!

Oh, where'd you go? (both chuckling)

(dishes clinking)

- It's been a while since I've been up north.

- Oh!

Really? Well, um... you should come and visit!

- Maybe I will!

- Oh!

- Taylor, thanks for calling me back.

Look, I'm sorry, but...

I'm not coming to London.

In fact, I'm not coming back to Carlisle's at all.

- How much eggnog have you had? - The thing is,

instead of being the new you, I'd rather be the new me.

- I hope you know what you're giving up.

- Oh, but I'm getting so much more.

- I think Aunt Grace would be proud.

- I think so too.

Are those Christmas lights?

- Headlights.

- Looks like we have guests! Haha!

♪♪♪

(hushed): Wow!

I don't think we have enough candles.

- Don't worry, I've got something even better.

But I'm going to need your help, Jenny.

- Me?

- Yes! (giggling)

Come with me.

OK, take a handful

and throw it as high as you can.

♪♪♪ Mm-hmm.

- Where'd you get this stuff?

- I'll show you one day. Haha!

- ♪ We wish you a merry Christmas We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

- Mr. Elfman! - My dear,

you've done wonders with this place!

- Mr. "Elf"-man!

(giggles)

- Mackenzie? It's him.

He's about to touch down and he doesn't sound pleased.

(indistinct conversations)

- Thank you.

This is Mackenzie Warren.

- [So, what's all this about having a change of heart?]

- You're right, it's highly unprofessional,

and I know that we had an agreement.

- ["Have" an agreement!]

- Please, it's just, sometimes...

it takes a little...

time to see some things clearly.

Like to discover new friends you never expected to find,

and how amazing it is to be part of a family.

And to finally meet someone

who makes you laugh

and remember what's truly important.

I don't know why it's taken me so long,

but I've finally figured out where I belong and...

it's right here.

- [So you're saying your mind's made up?]

(She sighs.) - That's right.

- [Well, that's all I wanted to hear.]

(jingling bells)

- Santa?!

(Santa cackling) You're the buyer?!

- Location, location,

location! - I don't understand!

- Well, you had to make a true commitment.

And you did!

Not only did you save the inn,

but you saved Christmas. And what I couldn't tell you was,

the magic you restored here

is gonna power my sleigh tonight.

As it does in outposts all around the world.

So, as the new innkeeper

of the Northern Lights Mountain Inn...

...you have my deepest gratitude.

- Thank you, Santa.

And... let's go with Mac.

(all laughing) - Yes!

Well done, Clementine.

You are a rising star.

- A rising star?!

I love the sound of that, Santa!

(Santa chuckling)

- Well, I've got a big trip tonight and, thanks to you,

it'll be a journey that I can make just fine.

Now, look behind you.

As the magic is restored,

the hotel is too.

(wonderful music)

Hello, Jenny!

- Santa! - Ho ho ho!

You never know where the next innkeeper's coming from.

I've heard that she's done some very good deeds.

Merry Christmas, Jenny! Ha ha! - Merry Christmas!

- Bye! (Clem giggling)

(little sighs)

I knew you could do it, Mac.

- Thank you, Clem.

- Hm! Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

- Come on, Jenny! We've got a party to go to!

(bells jingling) - HO! HO! HO! HO!

MERRY CHRISTMAS! HO! HO! HO! HO!

(buzzing)

(buzzing with chimes)

- What's going on out here?

- If I told you, you'd probably think I was crazy.

- Maybe I like crazy.

- Maybe I do too.

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