The Santa Clause Page #3

Whatever. | Their, uh, antlers give them--

You know, ther-- ther-- there's | a slipstream effect-- The air go--

T-They move fa-- | They're weightless.

- But if Santa's so fat, how | did he get down the chimneys? | - He sucks it in like Grandpa.

But what about people | who don't have fireplaces? | How does he get into their house?

Charlie, sometimes believing | in something means you--

means you just | believe in it.

Santa uses reindeer to fly because | that's how he has to get around.

But you do believe | in Santa, right, Dad?

Of course I believe in Santa. | Now, please, go to sleep.

- Dad? | - What is it, Charlie?

Maybe you better leave some cookies | and milk out, just in case, okay?

Great. I'll just go | preheat the oven.

And don't forget | the fire extinguisher.

Good night, Charlie.

Ho!

Now, settle down there.

Dad! Dad!

- W-What? | - I heard a clatter.

- What, Charlie? | - There! A clatter!

- Charlie, what are you talkin' about? | - You know, "it came a big noise."

It's coming from outside.

Charlie, it's just | the wind or somethin'.

Come on. | Let's go back to bed.

- Somebody's on the roof. | - Maybe it's Santa.

Not now, Charlie. | I want you to sit here, | and I want you to stay right there.

- Charlie, do you know how to call 911? | - Sure. 911.

Yeah. Great. Stay there.

- Hey, you! | - What's that--

Whoa! Whoa! Wh-Whoa!

Whoo-hoo! | Hey, buddy.

All right, you should | just stay still. Perfect.

- You got him! | - Charlie, stay where you are.

Charlie, would you listen to me? | Stay up there!

It is Santa! | You killed him.

Did not. | And he's not Santa.

Well, he was.

He's got some l.D. | on him, I bet.

Fella, if you can hear me, I'm just | lookin' for your identification.

Once I figure out who ya are, I'll-- | I'll give you a lift back to the mall.

"lf something should | happen to me, put on my suit. | The reindeer will know what to do."

Yeah, right.

Whoa.

- Dad! | - Hey.

He disappeared.

- Whoa! | - He's naked somewhere.

- You gonna put on the suit | like the card said? Are you? | - No. No.

- Come on, Dad. I wanna go too. | - Stop it, Charlie. | We're not goin' anywhere.

- You never do what I wanna do! | - Would you please be quiet for a minute | so I can figure this out?

Reindeer up on the roof. | Santa suit layin' on the ground.

Guy fell. Not my fault.

Reindeer on the roof. | That is hard to explain.

It's the ladder.

Where the hell'd | this come from?

Look here, Dad. | "The Rose Suchak Ladder Company."

- Huh? | - "Out by the roof | there's a Rose Suchak ladder."

- Just like the poem. | - Just like the poem?

Charlie, come on down from there. | Charlie, get down from there!

Dad! You gotta see this!

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