Tiny Christmas Page #2

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[sniffing]

[whispering] I can

smell the resemblance.

We should hang

some stockings.

On what?

We don't even have a fireplace.

Oh, don't we?

It's not even moving.

And...

I got some fancy

Christmas duct tape

to put them up.

Oh, no, you don't!

Mom hand-made

this stocking for me.

You don't just duct-tape it

to some television.

We could superglue it.

Well, since stockings are out,

let's at least

get ready for the annual

Christmas PJ

picture extravaganza!

[laughs in triumph]

Ha ha!

Whoa, freaky.

I'm in!

I'm out.

So...

you got any chestnuts?

[sighs]

[sighs]

[spooky music cue plays]

Uh...

what is happening right now?

I'm new to the whole

Christmas Eve sleep-over thing.

Should we be

doing something?

Oh, a burping contest.

No, no, no,

that's not neces--

[expels an extended burp]

[finishes burp]

Not Christmassy enough?

I mean, I can do

"Jingle Bells."

Oh, no, no, no!

Just sleep.

You know sleep, right?

Do that.

[turns on tape

of loud yodeling]

[whispering]

Helps me sleep.

[yodeling blasts]

[descending scream from outside]

[body thuds]

[groaning in pain]

[groaning]

Sorry, sir.

[incoming call chimes,

"Jingle Bells" tune]

Elfonso!

Are you okay?

Can you even talk?

No permanent damage.

Santa broke the fall.

You're supposed to use

the parachute.

Kinda hard to pull the cord

with my eyes closed

and all the screaming.

Just deliver your toys

and meet back

at the rendezvous point!

It's go time!

Commander Chill out!

Who builds a house

without a chimney?

Gonna have to do this

the hard way.

[roaring]

[wincing]

Christmas is hard...

Did you hear that?

Barkley?

[screams]

My stocking!

What are you doing?

You know,

just binge-watching

some fireplace TV.

No spoilers.

My stocking will not be hung

from a Plasma Screen.

I have standards!

Oof!

[whispering] It's a--

Lawn gnome.

I knew they'd rise up

and attack.

The signs were there.

--Elf!

Aren't they supposed

to be shorter, though?

That's an awful stereotype.

[sighing with satisfaction]

Piece of cake.

[chuckles]

[laser zaps]

[yelps] Ah! Missed!

Sweet Gingerbread!

[wood splintering]

Not again!

Okay, I'll just

shrink you back to normal.

You got this, Elfonso,

you got this.

Please work, please!

Too small!

Oh, it's stuck!

What is happening!

This is a disaster!

Run!

I can fix this.

[laser zapping]

[screaming]

[together]:
We're alive!

We're alive!

[together]:

Wait, what just happened?

And why are there

two giant Viking ships

in your living room?

Those aren't ships.

They're shoes!

[Elfonso gasping in panic]

Elf-zilla!

Kids!

I saw kids!

Curvy-eared freaks.

You're seeing things, Elfonso.

It must be the hologram feature.

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