Santa Baby Page #3

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[cooing]

LOVELY JACKET.

HI...

ALL RIGHT.

HERE YOU GO, GUYS.

I GOT TODAY'S

DELIVERY FOR YA.

RIGHT! GREAT. YEAH.

OKAY.

GET THAT DOWN:

TO PROCESSING.

WHOA...

WHOA!

[hollering together]

[crashing]

OH...[stammers]

I'M SORRY.

MARY?

YOUR...YOUR DAD...

IS SANTA CLAUS?

KINDA.

YEAH.

KINDA?

LUKE? UH, CAN YOU DO ME

A FAVOR, AND HELP DONNA

GET SETTLED?

SURE.

[weak greeting]

[humming "Santa Baby"]

[gasping]

[laughing]

SAINTS ALIVE.

HI, MOM.

WHERE DID THIS:

SCRAWNY LITTLE GIRL

COME FROM?

HO, OH MY!

LOOK AT YOU!

[gasps] YOU ARE

SKINNY AS A RAIL.

[gasping, chuckling]

AND WHAT HAPPENED

TO YOU HAIR?

IT USED TO BE SO LONG.

IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU,

TOO, MOM.

OH HO HO!

OH, I'M SORRY, MARY.

I DON'T MEAN

TO MAKE A FUSS.

BUT YOU CAN HARDLY

BLAME ME. IT'S BEEN

6 YEARS.

FOUR, MOM.

WELL, IT FEELS

LIKE 6.

BUT I SUPPOSE IT'S HARD

TO FIND TIME TO VISI WHEN YOU'RE SO IMPORTANT.

WELL, I'M HOME NOW, MOM.

[chuckles]

HOW IS, UH...HOW'S DAD?

WELL...THE DOCTOR

SAYS HE'LL BE FINE.

JUST FINE.

GOOD.

GOOD.

[sighs]

MAYBE I'LL-- MAYBE I'LL

GO UNPACK FIRST.

HE'S IN THE LIVING ROOM.

[whispering]

GO GO GO GO.

GO.

[light snore]

[heavier snore]

LOOK AT YOU.

IMMORTAL, MY ASS.

I SEE YOUR MOTHER

CALLED YOU.

YEP.

SHE DID.

[sighs]

HOW YOU FEELIN', POPS?

WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE YOU

CAME ALL THIS WAY FOR NOTHING.

WE'RE ONLY

A LITTLE BEHIND.

YOUR MOTHER'S DOING

WHAT SHE CAN.

AS SOON AS I'M UP, I'LL--

THAT'S WHY I'M HERE.

I CAN HELP.

[snorts] NO.

BUT, DAD. I KNOW

THE CHRISTMAS DRILL

BETTER THAN ANYONE.

THE CHRISTMAS DRILL?

NO.

BUT, DAD...!

NO, MARY.

I'LL BE READY IN NO TIME.

[sighs]

[soft snoring]

[sighs]

READY TO GO AROUND THE WORLD

IN A SLEIGH IN 4 WEEKS?

I DON'T THINK SO.

MORNIN', SLEEPYHEAD.

MM. WHAT TIME IS IT?

EH! IT'S A LITTLE

AFTER 8, DEAR!

YECH! MOM, WHAT IS

ALL THAT STUFF?

BREAKFAST FOR YOUR FATHER.

DIDN'T IT OCCUR TO YOU

THAT EATING THIS STUFF

IS WHAT GAVE HIM

THE HEART ATTACK?

WELL, THIS IS WHA WE ALWAYS EAT, DEAR.

[chuckles]

NO KIDDING.

DO ME A FAVOR.

WHATEVER DAD ASKS FOR?

[gasps]

OFF THE MENU.

[gasps]

I COULD RUN INTO TOWN

AND GET SOME...BRAN MUFFINS?

OH, WHAT A THOUGHTFUL

YOUNG LADY.

LISTEN, MOM.

WE NEED TO TALK.

WE ARE TALKING, DEAR.

MOM! THIS IS SERIOUS!

HA!

WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN

ON CHRISTMAS?

OH, I'M SURE YOUR FATHER

WILL BE UP AND ABOUT BY THEN.

HE HAD A HEART ATTACK.

IT'LL BE MONTHS BEFORE

HE'S BACK TO NORMAL.

WELL, I'M SURE WE'LL

MANAGE SOMEHOW.

CAN'T THE ELVES RUN THINGS?

[both laughing]

WHAT?

[cheerful chatter]

Elves:
SLOW DOWN!

SLOW DOWN!

[train whistle]

[yelps]

ELF OVERBOARD!

[more elf chatter]

I GOTCHA.

[yelping]

OW!

OK.

THE ELVES CAN BARELY

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