Window Wonderland

Yes, mom.

Yeah, no, I'm going to

wear the shoes.

No, no, no,

I can't wear those.

I wore those on black Friday

and cyber Monday.

Yes, I love you, too.

Merry Christmas, sir!

Ooh, excuse me.

Are you done

with the crossword?

Thank you.

Hey, window-washer.

Hey, window-dresser!

Well, assistant

window dresser,

but thanks for the upgrade.

"Nine-letter word

for Spanish moss."

Mistletoe.

Of course.

I'm stuck on 13 down.

Yeah...

I'm thinking "chaplin."

That would work.

You seeing the boss

dressed like that?

'Tis the season.

Besides, unlike you,

they didn't hire me

for my looks.

I'm a looker.

Have a good one.

Okay, latte,

extra foam.

Ah, thank you, sweetheart.

Yeah.

You look like you're ready

to take over the world.

I would be happy to

take over the front windows.

You do that, and I'll be

here to wash them for you.

Thanks, Mac.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Good morning, Mr. Fitch,

how are you?

Cut the small talk, Sloan.

Work to do.

Hey...

Why are you here?

Well, let me see.

Oh, right, I work here.

Yeah, but you're not here

for the window job.

The position hasn't

been filled yet, has it?

Don't worry,

I'm sure

you'll get it.

Oh, I am not worried.

Candy cane?

No, thank you.

I had candy canes for

breakfast.

Oh, yum.

Okay, not that

it's going to help,

but, uh, that sweater

you're wearing...

Is awesome. Right?

Bought it on 34th street.

Yeah.

Um, we're supposed to be wearing

clothes from mcguire's.

You know,

so, you may want to...

Take that off.

Oh, I see

what's happening here.

I'm flattered,

honestly,

but I feel like we should

keep this relationship

strictly professional.

This may be

a joke to you,

but this is not

a joke to me.

This job is about

projecting an image, okay?

It's a responsibility.

We're not

doctors without borders.

We're window dressers.

Mm-mm, mm-mm.

We are visual merchandisers.

Isn't that kind of like

calling the trash guy

a "garbologist"?

No.

Good morning.

How are you? Okay.

Now, I'm sure you've both

heard,

that our loyal

miss jeffers,

our head designer

for two decades,

stabbed us in the back

and went to go work for

our competitors,

taking her people

and her sketches,

and leaving me

with empty windows

and low hanging fruit,

a.K.A., you two.

So, merry Christmas to me.

So, obviously,

it's far too late to find

any suitable replacements.

I would actually...

I would be more than happy

to step in for miss jeffers.

Oh. Oh...

Well, there you go,

problem solved, right?

No, I realize that I don't

have her experience, per se.

No.

But three of

the window ideas

that were implemented

over the summer,

they were mine.

Partially mine.

I graduated from Parsons

with honors.

Carry on, sorry.

Oh. Thank you.

And I have been working

at mcguire's

for two years now.

For two years.

My gosh, that's practically

a lifetime, two years.

I've been here two months, and

it feels like a lifetime.

It certainly does, Jake.

It feels like a lifetime,

yeah.

Okay, guys, listen,

Christmas is in 28 days.

That's two new windows

every week

until the jolly fat guy

in the suit shows up, right?

Santa!

Santa claus, thank you.

I was gonna say "Santa".

I know we've been through

some remodeling here,

but mcguire's has 95 years of

tradition we have to uphold,

and we're not going to let

some black-hearted turncoat

bring us down.

No.

No, because

our windows?

Our windows are going to

grab people off the street,

and take their breath away...

Shoop!

Breath right out of them,

running into the store

with their credit cards.

"Right, get out of my way!"

Running in,

buying things.

Listen to me,

this is very important.

If the impossible

were to happen,

and one of you two

were to impress me,

you might just find yourselves

the next miss jeffers.

God help us!

Thank you for the

opportunity.

Um, I won't disappoint you.

Good.

I, on the other hand, might.

No doubt you will,

no doubt you will.

Pressure's on,

pressure cooker's on.

Pressure's on!

Come on, guys,

let's do this.

Well, he's fun.

Nice legs.

Or should I say "leg."

Sloan van doren.

Mom, I told you that I

can't...

No, you can't call me

on my cell here.

I don't get any reception.

I...

I'll call you back.

If it's not one thing,

it's your mother, huh?

So, uh, three names or four?

What?

No, let me guess,

let me guess.

Um... Mrs. bitsy Hanover...

Van doren Jones.

She's in the garden club...

Oh, and on the board

of several charities.

Wow, you must be psychic.

I am. And you know

what else I see?

What?

Me as the future miss

jeffers.

And 95 years of mcguire's

comes to a screeching halt.

You know,

there are two windows.

We could team up,

pool our ideas.

Yeah.

Yeah, or, um,

I could get both windows,

and then you could go back

to doing the sock display

on the second floor.

Or I could get both windows,

and you could go back to

reading

"how to win friends

and influence people."

: Ah, lifestyles

of the rich and shameless.

Kenny, good to see you

again.

It's Kenneth, actually,

and no offense,

but I don't shake hands.

Mm, tennis elbow?

No. Germs.

Yes, it's flu season,

and Kenneth

can't afford to get sick.

Oh, are you saying

I make people sick?

At least one, yeah.

Ouch.

Thank you.

Okay, you two.

Whoa!

You didn't drop

a dime, did you, Kenny?

No.

Losers, weepers.

I'll see you tomorrow?

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