Snowmageddon Page #3

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HEY:

- Coffee fresh?

- Fresh, yes.

Good?

That's another story.

Filled in

most of the smaller ones.

Roped off the larger one

for now.

( Sighs )

So, where are we at with damage?

Well, the gas mains are intact.

Which is surprising, considering

the flames everyone mentioned.

Maybe a natural gas pocket.

What about Grainer

and Lawrenceville?

Yeah, nothing. They didn't

even know we had a tremor.

- Even in Grainer?

- Yeah.

As far as anyone

outside of town knows,

that earthquake never

even happened.

- That's impossible.

- I know. It's strange, huh?

- ( Sighs )

-( hammer pounding )

Come on.

Let's get this cleaned up.

All right.

Hey, did the rotor heads

check out?

The what?

You don't know anything

about helicopters, do you?

No.

She's your mom,

isn't she?

Hey, you want me

to sign something?

Yeah?

Here.

Right there?

It's nice, honey.

- Come on, man. Put that away.

- What are you talking about?

- This is what we came here for.

- All right, man.

- Good?

- Yeah.

What's up, boys and girls?

We're fresh out of reindeer,

but Santa's always

got his sleigh.

- ( Camera beeps )

- Good?

- That's fantastic.

- All right, dude.

Let's do this.

Derrick:

Whoo-hoo!

( Echoing faintly )

Awesome!

( Barking )

Mo.

( Mo continues barking )

( growling )

Stop it.

Mo!

- Mary:
Rudy?

-( Mo growling)

( Mo barking, whining )

What's going on out here?

Mo made me push

one of the buttons.

All right, well,

you can play with that later.

- Your snack's ready.

- But I'm--

Come on.

Soup's getting cold. Let's go.

( Mo growling )

Mary:
Come on.

( Ticking )

(thunder crashing )

I don't think there's anything

Santa can bring you

that will top that.

This is the best Christmas ever.

- What was that?

- Just a little wind.

We're okay.

Okay, that is

a hell of a storm front.

We will turn right around.

Mom!

What the hell?

( Speaker feedback )

J' Joy to the world J'

J' The Lord is come... J'

Come on, Larry.

Is that really necessary?

Hey, it's Christmas Eve, John.

We've always had carols.

It's tradition.

Now's not the time.

Hey, I feel terrible about

what happened to Jacob,

but you know how much

he loved this time of year.

I wouldn't get between this man

and his decorations

if I were you, John.

I think this town

should just carry on

in the Christmas spirit.

( Gears turning )

( clock ticking )

Hey, Fred.

- You fixed it!

- Fixed what?

The clock.

You got it going.

Impossible.

I haven't touched it.

Well, it's working now.

No, you don't understand.

I took the guts out years ago.

They're in my shop.

It can't work.

(thunder crashing )

Whoa.

What the hell is that?

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.

This is Alaska Charter

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