Beethoven's Christmas Adventure

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NARRATOR:
'Twas three nights before

Christmas at the magical North Pole,

and all the new elves had gathered

round Santa to be given their roles.

"Toy-making elf!"

Santa decreed to the first one in line,

and to the next, and the next,

and the next 209.

But when Santa came to the last elf standing there,

something very different

he was to declare!

"Stable elf!" he proclaimed,

expecting a cheer.

"You'll be the one in charge

of all things reindeer.

"You'll talk to them

and make them all fly.

"The sole keeper

of the magic berries

"that carry them

into the sky."

But a cheer

he did not receive.

Nor a smile,

nor a chuckle.

Instead, poor Henry's

knees started to buckle.

"I don't like reindeer," he protested,

"Or any animal, I mean,

"they slobber and shed

and are so very unclean."

But Santa's mind was made up,

that much was clear.

So that night,

Henry came up with a plan,

to change his career.

He would make a toy of his own as a secret surprise.

One that will force the big man

to see him with new eyes!

But Henry's toy-making skills

were a long way from strong

and before he knew it,

things went wronger than wrong!

Now, reindeer

are well-trained.

They can sit,

stay and heel.

But that doesn't mean

they'll pass up a free meal.

Henry tried to stop

them from floating away,

but only succeeded in

falling into the sleigh.

It was a disaster,

a catastrophe, a tangled mess

that might never

have been unwoven,

that is, were it not for a big,

sloppy dog named Beethoven.

MASON:
Hot chocolate,

get your hot chocolate!

lt's low in fat

and 100 % organic.

At least... Not really.

(HORN HONKlNG)

(BARKlNG)

CHRlSTlNE:
Mason!

Hey, Mom.

Hot chocolate?

Goes to a good cause,

teenagers whose mom's won't buy

them what they want for Christmas.

Yeah, l think l'm going to stick with my own cause,

moms who think there are more productive uses

of teenager's time

than video games.

How's it going anyway?

Like Grandpa,

after the divorce.

A big opportunity

just came up at work,

and l'm gonna need

your help with this.

(WHlMPERlNG)

Oh!

Oh, Jesus! Oh, no, no, no!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(GRUNTS)

Get off me!

Come here, come here.

(COMMANDlNG BEETHOVEN)

Okay, okay.

Don't worry,

l think that just means he likes you.

Yeah? Well, the feeling

is definitely not mutual!

What's this drool machine

doing here anyway?

You don't recognize him?

This is Beethoven.

He stayed in town to

star in my commercial.

l need you to watch him while

l get everything else ready.

Watch him? But, Mom,

l don't even like dogs

and it's Christmas break,

l got my own stuff to do.

Can we talk about this later?

l really have a lot l've got to get done.

Yeah, whatever.

Okay!

Here is his bed.

lt's in his contract,

he has to have it handy anytime he needs it.

Mom, really,

l'm working here,

let it be handy at home.

Okay, sweetie.

Rapidly maturing

son of mine.

Oh, sorry!

Don't look so glum!

How many other kids your age get

to hang out with a celebrity dog?

Celebrity dog?

Yeah, well,

that's really gonna help me sell hot chocolate.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(CAR STARTlNG)

Come, get your

picture taken

with the world-famous

celebrity dog, Beethoven!

lt makes a great

Christmas gift.

ls that really

Beethoven?

Wow. He looks so much

more slobbery in person.

Hi! (LAUGHlNG)

Here you go.

l have to give that to my nephew,

he just loves Beethoven!

Thank you.

Next, please!

(lNAUDlBLE)

Guess you can do a lot more than just drool,

can't you?

(HENRY SCREAMlNG)

(BARKS)

Beethoven, quiet down.

You don't want to scare off the customers.

Wait!

Beethoven, stop!

What's gotten into you?

(ALL EXCLAlMlNG)

Don't worry,

we'll be back. Beethoven!

(GRUNTS)

l'm sorry.

God!

Ho, ho. Merry Christmas!

There you go.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

(EXCLAlMlNG)

Ho, ho, ho... Uh-oh.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Was that Beethoven?

(BEETHOVEN BARKlNG)

Ow!

Stupid mutt!

Hey, l think

that's Beethoven!

Who?

Beethoven,

the world-famous dog.

Come on, let's get

this stuff inside.

There's only two more shopping days until Christmas

and l want to squeeze every last penny out of this place.

(GRUNTS)

Go, come on.

All right,

l'm going.

(HENRY SCREAMlNG)

Stop it! Stop doing that!

Stop! No, no. No, don't!

(EXCLAlMS)

No!

Oh!

(SCREAMlNG)

Hey, get back here!

Don't tell Santa, okay?

(EXCLAlMlNG)

(BEETHOVEN BARKlNG)

What in the...

Hey, hey!

Listen, dog, can you, uh,

go get help?

Can you go get your owner,

or anybody? Just do it quickly, okay?

Beethoven!

(PANTlNG)

Wow. That actually worked!

Beethoven, what's gotten into

you?

(HENRY CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Hey, um, do you think you could, uh,

help me out of this tree?

lt's kind of an...

(GRUNTlNG)

...emergency!

Um. What if l do something to break your fall?

What!

Break my fall?

Maybe we can find a solution

that doesn't involve the words "break" and "fall!"

(SCREAMlNG)

(GRUNTlNG)

(WHlMPERS)

(HENRY GROANlNG)

(CHUCKLES)

Um... Uh...

Uh, Mason.

Mason, okay.

Can l ask,

why are you dressed

like a Christmas elf

and what were you

doing in that tree?

Well, l'm dressed like a Christmas elf because

l'm a Christmas elf!

(LAUGHS)

And, um, as for the tree,

let's just say it had something to do with reindeer,

Santa's sleigh,

and the fact that l'm probably never

allowed in the North Pole again.

Okay, well, um, it was

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