Nativity 2: Danger in the Manger! Page #3

- That man is a Classroom Assistant?

- That's right.

- Does that not worry you?

- Well, yes, and that's why we need you.

We need discipline and focus

and you're the man to give it to us.

If you can work with him till Christmas,

I'll make you Headmaster in January.

- You can't do that.

- I will.

Jingle, merry, merry,

merry, merry elves

We've got many, many, many bells

We're in the workshop all by ourselves

It's Mr Shakespeare.

Santa's little helpers,

Santa's little elves

We think of you and not ourselves

We've got our toys

lined up on our shelves

Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas

Elf Olaf is a guiding star

He's the greatest elf by far

You'll get a laptop, you'll get a car

Merry, merry elfin Christmas

Shake your bells if you love elves

Shake your bells if you love elves

Shake your bells if you love elves

Merry, merry elfin Christmas

Well done, everyone,

absolutely marvellous.

Hello, Mr Poppy.

How wonderful to see you.

Hello, boys and girls.

- What are you doing here?

- What are you doing here?

Well, we're here practising

for our Song for Christmas

and I think we did very well. Don't you?

Yes, Mr Shakespeare.

We're going to be going to

Song for Christmas.

- You are? Oh, really?

- Yes, really.

This is a national,

national competition.

Yeah, and we're going to win it.

But this is like

Saturday night television live.

Yeah, I know, and we're

going to be on it.

We're going to be on it and win it.

- We're going to be on it and win it.

- You're not, we are.

- We're going to win.

- We are.

- Right, who's going to win it?

- We are!

I feel sorry for you, I really do.

Not only are you poor and thick,

you're actually taught,

allegedly, by this man here.

- Excuse me.

- No, no...

- Jess, stand there.

- We need to see Father Christmas.

- Come on, kids.

- No.

Thou shalt not pass.

Don't be so ridiculous. Please.

Don't you shout at me.

- How dare you!

- You...

- Ha!

- Rip my ears off,

- I'll rip your head off!

- Argh!

Stupid man!

Rip my head off?

Agh!

Right.

Let's go. Let's just go.

Licking my face. It's hideous.

Come on, children.

Stay away from him, please.

Father Christmas, we've come to you

because you are our only hope.

Oh.

We need you to help us

grant our Christmas wish.

We're having a nightmare, to be honest,

aren't we, kids?

We really want to go to

Song for Christmas

but, like, Auntie Pat won't let us

because she's saying

I'm not a proper teacher

and saying we haven't the money

to get a bus to get there.

But it's at this castle in Wales

and you can win, like, 10,000.

Christmas No. 1, album.

Everything will be sweet.

We've got to make it happen.

Nobody believes in us any more, Santa.

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