A Princess for Christmas

Once upon a time,

in a land called Buffalo,

there lived a little girl

named Jules Daly,

who dreamt of traveling

to far-away places,

where people sang

and danced on a whim.

Where houses were filled

with musical boxes,

mechanical dolls

and cuckoo clocks.

But alas, not all tales

can have happy endings.

Jules grew up, and

still has her dreams.

Unfortunately,

she's still in Buffalo.

Hello, Buffalo antiques and stuff.

Yes, we buy and sell antiques.

And do clock repairs.

Sure, bring them here.

I'll get it.

Hi, can I help you?

Yes, I'm looking for

a present for my daughter.

- OK, what are her interests?

- Well, she's a...

Bloodsucker!

- Maddie, are you making a mess?!

- No, I'm just making a snack.

Strange... Milo!

Kasawanski's ninja massacre, awesome!

- Hey Milo! What's up?

- Zoey! What are you doing here?

- I'm your neighbor. This is my video store too.

- Quit following me.

- You know that game is rated 17+.

- Tell me something I don't know!

- Psycho-Bob will never let you buy it.

- We'll just have to borrow it, then.

- Did you find what you were looking for?

- Yeah.

- I'm outta here.

- Me too.

- Stop!

- Come on, let's go!

- Look out!

- He's coming!

- Stop that kid!

- Let's split up!

It's perfect! How did you

managed that so quickly?

I have a seven-year old.

And a teenage boy.

- Step-children?

- No, I am their aunt, and legal guardian.

It's just the three of us,

but I have a wonderful nanny

who keeps

everything under control.

Mrs. Caley?

- You're welcome. And merry Christmas!

- Merry Christmas!

Hey, I just sold a music box.

Now if I could just find a customer for my clock.

Jules, we need to talk.

- I'm sure you know that business is down.

- I can do better.

You've been wonderful.

I can only imagine

how difficult this year

has been for you.

Losing your sister and

brother-in-law last Christmas ...

- I'm getting through it.

- Look, there's no easy way to say this,

unfortunately, I can't afford

to keep you on.

In fact, if business doesn't turn around soon,

I may have to close the store.

- Arthur, please.

- I'm sorry, Jules. Really, I am.

You're the best salesgirl I've ever had.

I'll put out some feelers and

see if there's any other job openings.

Yeah, thanks.

Milo, open up!

We have an emergency!

You left the house.

I'm telling.

One word, and Dolly Dinckle

loses her head. Got it?

Milo, you left the garbage cans

in the driveway again!

- I can't take this anymore!

- He's a murderer!

- You asked for it.

- What happened?

Aunt Jules, Milo killed

Dolly Dinckle!

- And he snuck out again!

- You snuck out?

- Wait until you see the laundry room!

- Mrs Caley, I'm so sorry!

Milo, did you glue her purse?

- That's it! I quit!

- No, Mrs Caley, you can't quit, I need you!

What you need is a SWAT team!

- Wait!

- And one more thing...

your check bounced. Again!

Intensive violence, crude humor,

blood, gore, oh, suggestive scenes!

Milo, you're grounded for two weeks.

- No, I'm not!

- Yes you are. And don't talk back to me!

- But it's Christmas vacation.

-And no TV!

- What? That is bull...

- Don't even say it.

Better be careful, Milo, or Santa

won't put anything in your stocking.

Who cares? Everyone knows

there's no Santa Claus.

How can you say that?

Of course there's a Santa Claus!

It's the lamest Christmas ever.

Milo, wait!

Come here, sweetie.

- Don't cry.

- But he said there wasn't a Santa.

Honey, he didn't mean it.

Just because

it's only the three of us now doesn't mean

there's no Santa Claus.

- You just have to believe is all.

- I believe.

Me too, sweetie. Me too.

I know you're really mad at me, but...

crushing your little sister's feelings

is a terrible way to start Christmas.

Sorry.

Maddie and I are gonna get a tree tomorrow.

You want to come?

I just wish Christmas was over.

All it makes me think about

is loosing mom and dad.

Good evening!

My name is Paisley Winterbottom.

You must be Miss Maddie.

I work for your grandfather.

- I have a grandfather?

- Of course you do!

Maddie, Mr. Paisley and I need

to have an adult conversation.

I just need five minutes of your time.

I don't know what your deal

is, but Grandpa Huntington's name

hasn't been mentioned

around here much

since he cut off his son

for marring my sister.

Yes, that was very unfortunate.

- Unfortunate? Did you ever meet my sister?

- I'm sorry to say that I did not.

Well, she was a magnificent person.

And that pompous family didn't deserve her.

If I may be so bold, they're not just any family.

Their grandfather happens to be a Duke!

- Well, whopateedoo. What's your title?

- I am the butler.

Really? I thought

butlers were extinct.

Oh, no, we'd made a comeback. P. Diddy has three.

Master Milo.

- Who's he?

- Paisley Winterbottom.

And I'm here to invite all three of you

to spend Christmas at Castlebury Hall.

- Where's that?

- Stone's throw from Liechtenstein.

- It doesn't matter, we're not going.

- Why not?

Well, for one, I have a job.

But your former employer relieved

you of that responsibility.

No way, you got fired?

The airline tickets will

be arriving this evening,

and I have a check to cover

your traveling expenses.

We don't accept handouts from

gutless guilty family members.

But I was told not

to return without you.

Then you'll just gonna

have to move to Buffalo.

- He can stay with us.

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