The Santa Clause Page #4

- Don't touch anything! | - It's great!

I'm just gonna call the police. | I'll carry this stuff up there. | Let them deal with it, okay?

Whoa! This guy was huge.

Dad, isn't this neat?

Charlie. Charlie! | Stay away from those things.

They're reindeer. | You don't know where they've been.

They all look like | they've got key lime disease.

Easy, Rudolph.

Excuse me, Comet.

Dad! Check out Santa's sleigh.

There's no such thing | as Santa's sleigh.

- Sure there is. You said | you believed in Santa, right? | - I did? I do.

What about the reindeer? | These are Santa's reindeer, aren't they?

I hope not. | These are, uh,

a gift.

Probably from | the cable company.

We're getting the Disney Channel now. | Merry Christmas.

- Now, hop out of there, please. | - I don't wanna go.

Listen, Charlie. | I'm not kidding. Let's go!

- Whoa! Whoa! | - Yeah! Let's go! Whoa!

Charlie! Hold on, Charlie!

Whoa!

Giddyap, Comet! | Whoa, let's go!

Dad! Climb up here!

There we go!

So, uh, if we go straight | on this road, and we hit l-94--

Well, we made good time. | Now what do we do?

- Get the bag of toys. | - And do what?

- Go down the chimney. | - Down the chimney?

You want me to take | the toys down the chimney...

into a strange house | in my underwear?

No. You gotta | put the suit on first.

You know what we're gonna do | is we're gonna get outta here,

because this whole thing | is stupid.

How come everything | I wanna do is stupid?

I didn't say that.

Freezing my nubs off out here, and you | want me to get into a Santa costume.

This is great. | A Santa costume.

Oh, this thing. | You never know where it's been.

A thousand malls.

Well, I hope you're happy, Comet. | Hope you're happy. But most of all,

I hope the guy that | lives here is a tailor!

Nice coat.

Well, how do I look? Nice?

- You forgot the sash. | - You're right.

This completes the ensemble.

All right. Got my boots.

Now I've got the suit on. | How am I supposed to know what to leave?

- Maybe there's a list. | - A list. How silly of me.

Of course there's a list.

Careful, Dad!

- I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay! | - Look! You're flying!

It's okay. I'm used to it. | I lived through the '60s.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Nice teeth.

Who's down there?

It's the holidays. | Come on. Come on.

Charlie, I need | a little help down here!

Whoa! How'd you do that? | What'd it feel like, Dad?

It felt like | America's Most Wanted.

Now, pull me in, quick. | We gotta get outta here.

Thanks. We gotta go home. | How do you start this thing?

Just like that!

Whoa!

This could be | a really long night.

Do it again, Dad. Please.

I can't. That thing's empty.

There's nothin' in the bag.

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