The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause Page #4

- Thanks, Dad.

Wow, this is beautiful.

Lucy, sweetheart,

what are you doing?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Come on out. Come out here. Come here.

- Get out of the bag.

- Why can't I fit inside?

It takes a lot of practice.

I wish I could come

to the North Pole with you.

I could help Carol a lot

and she loves me.

That's true. And hey,

maybe I should be the one

there for Carol.

You know?

I mean, another mom.

I could... I could help.

- Hey, maybe...

- Girls.

I've got a full sleigh.

You understand my situation.

Now, wait a minute, Scott.

Let's pause a moment here...

...and take a feelings inventory.

Let's look at what you're doing as

an uncle from a therapeutic standpoint.

Charlie's been to the Pole.

Your new baby's

being born at the Pole.

Lucy's a member of

this family too, Scott.

And if you harshly exclude her

from this formative experience,

you could scar her for life.

And, consequently, her parents,

who must accompany her

on long-distance journeys.

Please, Uncle Scott.

Can I come to the North Pole, too?

Please?

Oh, that's awfully good, isn't it?

Guys, I've done it.

What have you done?

Is it going to clean itself up?

I don't think so. Quickly, quickly.

Curtis, I haven't seen

the bearded wonder around for a while.

- Where'd he go?

- None of your skis' wax.

No need to be nippy. With all

the stress, I wouldn't blame the guy

- for doing that escape hatch thing.

- Escape Clause.

Little elf woman, one cocoa, por favor.

- Right away.

- Thank you.

How does that Escape Clause work,

anyway?

Sorry, classified.

Elfland Security Act.

- That's just what I'd say.

- What?

If I didn't know anything.

Don't be embarrassed.

Makes perfect sense,

big guy would know important stuff.

For your information,

I'm elf number one.

I know all there is

about the Hall of Snow Globes.

Everybody knows about the Hall

of Snow Globes. That's not special.

Not special?

Not special?

It's the most top-secret,

hush-hush, amazing

place in the world.

It's where every Santa through history

has kept his personal snow globe.

How can you say that

that's not special?

Because it isn't.

Unless you know what it has to do with

the Escape Clause, which you don't.

I bet Santa doesn't even trust you.

Now, you listen here, frostface.

Secret Santa snow globe.

Santa.

I wish that I had never

become Santa at all.

Wait, wait, wait, what's this?

This is where I'm transported

through time

and everything goes back

to the way it was,

like I'd never become Santa at all.

Gets the snow globe,

puts his hands on it, says the words,

and then whoosh!

Job opening:
Santa Claus.

Told you I know everything.

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