The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause

- Yeah, baby, yeah.

All right.

Look, I know this is all

a bit overwhelming to you,

but... wait a minute. Stop.

Did you see this?

Amazing technology.

Look at this. It's a duck.

It quacks in three languages.

El ducko says "quacko."

Le duck says "quack."

Il duck-e say "quack-e."

Things can't help me right now.

- Hey, come back-e.

- It's people that I need.

You know, family.

Ho ho ho ho! Family?

We are your family.

Elves, we're her family, right?

We love you, Mrs Claus.

Taller family.

Human family.

Oh, sweetheart, anything but the tears.

- I'm sorry. Thank you.

- It's OK.

It's an impossible situation.

If I didn't want to be with you

so much, I would go home.

But I can't have it both ways.

I guess I just...

Wait a minute.

Hey. Maybe you can.

- I can what?

- Have it both ways.

- How?

- I can bring home here.

- You can?

- You can?

I'm gonna bring

your parents up here.

- My parents?

- Her parents?

Elves!

Sir, the SOS.

- Excuse me?

- SOS. Secret of Santa.

There could be dire consequences.

The possibilities increase

exponentially that the secret

of the North Pole's location

could be compromised.

Christmas would cease to exist,

crushing the hopes and dreams

of the world's children and

extinguishing the joy of Santa's magic!

There's that.

He has a point.

My parents can't keep a secret.

Listen, honey, the reason

you came up here was because of me.

I'll do what it takes

to make this right.

- You will?

- Yeah.

Yes. Yeah, I will.

You know why?

Cause what do they say about Santa?

- He delivers!

- Yes!

How will you pull it off? My parents

think you're a toymaker in Canada.

How am I gonna pull this off?

The answer is in the question.

"How are we going to do this? My dad

thinks you're a toymaker in Canada."

- Canada?

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