Ernest Saves Christmas Page #4

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Come along, children.

Be careful now.

Come on boys, quickly.

Bye-bye.

You can go in now.

Hello,Joe!

This is indeed a pleasure.

Hello. | Do I know you?

- Yes, you do. | - I do?

What I'm going to tell you | may sound fantastic,

but please suspend disbelief...

until I've gotten through it.

Your name was originally on a list...

with several hundred others.

Slowly, for one reason or another,

the other names were eliminated.

The process took longer | than I thought.

But now, I'm sure...

I have the right man for the job.

Job? What job?

I mean, what is this all about?

Joe, you are going to be the new--

Excuse me, pop. | This is it,Joey.

The hand of fate | is reaching out to you.

I know how broken up you are | about your show being bounced,

but you've got a shot | for the lead in a movie.

What's the movie about?

A holiday flick | called ''Christmas Sleigh.''

Blake Farrell had the lead.

At the last minute, | he goes skiing, falls on his puss,

and wrecks up a $5,000 nose job.

Do you love it? | I love it, yes.

Talk about luck, right?

The interview | is in a couple ofhours.

I want you to tint your hair | and lose the beard.

No,Joe, no!

Don't go looking like him. | You're set with my hairstylist.

Derek can make a hair blower | do everything except sit up and bark.

But your beard is wonderful!

Thanks. | I think so too, Marty.

Who is this guy? | Already, I don't like him.

- My name is Sant-- | - Excuse me, Mr. Santos.

We're having a conversation. | May we continue, please?

S'il vous plait. | Thank you so much.

My goodness, my sack!

I can't believe I left it.

I must really be slipping.

You're always pulling this stuff, | Ernest,;

knocking down the meters,

giving free rides to every hobo | you come across.

[ Ernest ] | But Mr. Dillis, this wasn'tjust a hobo.

This guy was different.

Call it clairvoyance,

call it ''extra-sensitory perspiration.''

I just had this hunch.

I am not running | a charity operation here.

This is a business, | and we're supposed to make money,

and good samaritans like you | don't make money!

I've had it with you, Ernest.

You're fired!

Ernest, it was a dead-end job, anyway.

I mean, it's nowhere | working for a guy like that.

If there hadn't been children present,

it would have been | a very ugly scene indeed.

Know what I mean?

Hey, take this with you!

[Jingle ]

Why didn't you just tell him | you were robbed?

This could have all been avoided | if you'd just lied.

Merry Christmas.!

Ooh!

Ernest, you are in serious need of help.

Ooh.

- Wait a minute. Stand fast, Bobby. | - [ Scratch, Scratch ]

I think I hear something.

[ Crunch ]

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