The Flight Before Christmas Page #6

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(rumbling sound)

The reindeer boy

must be destroyed!

Uh-uh!

Only room for one up here, missy!

WILMA:
Is that the gratitude I get

for saving your furry hide?

JULIUS:
What do you mean,

saving my handsome hide?

I had the situation

perfectly under control.

Well, that's the last time I'll save your...

Hey! I said "furry," not "handsome."

Okay. So you saved our lives,

and now we're quits.

I suppose you'll want to be

on your way now.

Huh!

You don't have to go.

I know when I'm not wanted.

JULIUS:
Let's go, Niko.

Santa's Fell is that way.

WILMA:
Oh, and before I go,

Santa's Fell is that way.

JULIUS:
Hey! Don't listen to her.

She's totally unreliable.

- You know the way to Santa's Fell?

- Yep.

- Used to work there.

- Wow.

Did you hear that, Julius?

You really think we believe that?

Hmph.

- You gotta come with us.

- (exasperated sigh)

The wolves are going to eat

Santa and his Flying Forces!

What?! When... when were you

going to tell me this?

Calm down. No wolf ever made it

all the way up to Santa's Fell.

- Ciao, boys.

- Please!

We need you!

We'll do anything!

Huh?

Anything?

(grunting uncomfortably)

Don't get used to the view, missy.

This is strictly a temporary situation.

(Wilma chuckles)

So... have you ever met

the Flying Forces?

WILMA:
Oh, yeah, lots of times.

- JULIUS:
Whoa!

- WILMA:
Whoa!

(Wilma laughing)

Can't you keep your hands off me

for one second?

Madam, please!

My dad's in the Flying Forces!

Maybe you've met him.

Really? Your dad's

one of those guys?

Uh-huh.

What do you mean,

"one of those guys"?

Oh, n-nothing.

I just never thought of them

as the daddy types.

- What's your dad's name?

- I don't know yet...

...but he's going to teach me

how to fly.

Oh, they love their flying.

It seems like that's all they do.

I've taught Niko all the flying exercises

he needs to know.

Really? Have you taught him

launching leaps? Hmm?

Or breathing short bursts?

(panting)

Or using hooves

for improved aerodynamics?

Wow! Real flying exercises!

I'll be keeping an eye on you, missy.

Really?

Will you, now, Julius? Hmm?

(stammering)

No!

And the name's Nutboy!

I mean Julius!

- I mean!

- (Wilma laughs)

Oh, shut up!

(wolves howling;

Wilma and Niko gasp)

Wolves!

(low growling)

(sinister chuckle)

NIKO:
Isn't there a faster way, Wilma?

Well, the shortcut across

the River of Certain Doom

is just around the corner.

JULIUS:

River of Certain Doom?!

(distant wolves howling)

WILMA:
Okay, this is it!

(Julius scoffs)

That's nothing!

Okay, here's the plan.

(growling and howling)

Run!

- WILMA:
Hurry, men!

- That's it, Niko! Jump!

JULIUS:
Aah! Aahhh...

Go for it! Come on!

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