Get Santa Page #2

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Who the hell are you?

- What are you doing?

- Who are you?

- You know who I am.

- I what?

- You know who I am.

- I haven't got a clue who you are.

He's Santa!

OK, just so we're clear, the only

reason I haven't knocked your block off

is because of him, so whatever

your reason is for being here now

it better be a good one.

I was running in my new sleigh.

I came in too low, hit a telephone wire,

got thrown off and hit my head.

Tom?

He's lost his reindeer, and if he doesn't

get to Lapland, Christmas is off.

All right, Tom.

When your father was your age,

he saw me.

- What are you talking about?

- It was Christmas Eve.

You saw a shooting star

racing across the heavens.

- That was me.

- Tom?

- Tom, are you in there?

- We need to help him, Steve.

- Tom, who are you talking to?

- Go on, you get out of here.

- And don't you ever come back.

- Bye, Tom. Don't worry.

Tom, inside.

- Steve.

- Toby.

It's... It's Tony.

What is it, T?

It's nothing.

It's just a cat.

Ooh!

Hello, boys.

Oh...

Ooh.

Ooh! Ooh, ooh.

Ooh! Ooh!

Ooh!

"Oh!

Shh. Shh! It's me.

There you are. You're all here.

Thank goodness.

I was so worried about you.

Antlers up. Who wants to go home?

All of you? Right, leave it to me.

Now, if I can just get them airborne...

Toe tap right, toe tap left.

Swing the arms. Four more...

MAN ON W". This is the scene

from Sydney, Australia,

where Christmas Eve begins

just like any other day.

Big steps, count four.

Yesterday

we told you about

reindeer running over Tower Bridge,

and now this festive story

has taken another mysterious twist.

A man in his 60s, claiming to be

none other than Father Christmas,

broke into Battersea Dogs Home,

where the reindeer are being housed,

and tried to catapult them

over the fence.

#looks like Santa will be

spending Christmas in prison.

But don't worry, kids.

He's not the real Santa.

How do we know?

Because Santa's reindeer can fly.

Ten sticks of rock.

As a matter of fact,

they're called candy canes.

Ten sticks of rock.

- Letters.

- Forty-one.

Forty-one letters.

Oi, pops!

What am I getting for Christmas?

Send him a letter

like everyone else!

All right, lads, leave it out.

Oi, Santa! Are you gonna

escape up the chimney?

Eh?

Right, stop. This one. This one.

I'd get changed if I was you.

You can't keep me in here.

Room not to your liking, sir?

Oh, wait, I do apologise,

but all the sea-view rooms are taken.

Officer, please,

this is very, very important.

You have to let me out of here

or Christmas will be cancelled.

Hello, mate.

Take me to see Santa

or I'm not coming.

That's the deal. Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

When are you going to

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