Chasing Christmas Page #4

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the transition easier.

Seeing someone that you know

just smoothes the way.

I always thought you guys

were just fictional characters

that Charles Dickens

made up in that, uh--

Charles Dickens

was a two-bit hack!

Hey, don't get him started.

Charles Dickens was

a former target of ours

who chose to write a book

about his experiences,

even though we explicitly

told him not to.

But it was a great book.

It was crap!

Like everything he did!

Did you ever read

A Tale of Two Cities?

"It was the best of times,

it was the worst of times."

Make up your mind,

Mr. Dickens!

Okay, okay, okay.

But why me, huh? I mean--

Well, in a roundabout way,

you died as a result

of working too much.

And for our cause,

that is...

incredibly effective.

You're the only one

that can do this,

Mr. Preston.

Will you help us?

Will you help

your friend Jack?

Oh, where are we off to?

- Out.

- Out where?

- A party.

- A Christmas Eve party?

Yes, Dad,

a Christmas Eve party.

A Christmas Eve party.

Well, have fun.

I'm gonna sit right here

and give this night

the respect it deserves.

By getting drunk

and watching TV?

And eating frozen burritos.

But, Suzanne, go ahead.

Celebrate the worst day

of our lives.

Dad, we have two options

for focusing our attention

today.

One is presents, cheer, elves,

candy canes and sugarplums.

The other is an event which

took place seven years ago

that did indeed suck.

But it was seven years ago.

Honey, maybe one day

you'll grow up

and then you'll understand

what this day symbolizes.

And maybe one day you'll realize

that there's more to life

than dwelling in the past.

Really? Like what?

I'm gonna let you

figure that out.

Okay.

Now, I'm going

to this party,

and you should

consider yourself lucky

if I come back at all.

Oh, really?

Well, I'll tell you what.

You should consider yourself

lucky if I'm-- if I, uh--

[door slams]

Be home at midnight!

I'll have something witty

to say then.

Oh, if I... if I, um...

I got nothing.

I got nothing.

[sighs]

What, are you crying?

Are you kidding?

It's been, like, seven years.

Funny, I was expecting you

to be a little more shocked.

It's been

a really long day.

What happened to you, Jack?

Huh? I mean, you look bad.

- [Matthew chuckles]

- Uh, I look bad?

What happened to you?

The Matthew I knew

wouldn't have been

caught dead in that shirt.

Oh, wait. Too late.

Very funny. You know,

I could sit here all evening

and exchange witty banter

with you, Jack,

but I'm actually here

to tell you about your

plans for this evening.

Well, my plans are to stay in

and take it easy.

Oh, there's gonna be

a lot more than that

happening.

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