Unaccompanied Minors

- Santa.

- The big man himself.

Now, Charlie, you're gonna be okay

this year, right?

Never been better, Dad.

Who do we have here?

You're up.

Santa. I can't believe it's really you.

It's all right, everybody.

Happens every year.

- Okay, go. Prove it.

- Okay.

- Santa, my friends and I have a bet.

- About what?

I was right, you're hot!

You guys owe me a soy half-caf

with a mocha shot!

Can you get me a discount?

Mom, I'm 11.

I'll look like a loser

getting my picture with Santa.

You'll look like someone

who's grounded if you don't.

Now go sit on Santa's lap. Go.

Hands off, fat boy!

I don't wanna see Santa!

Then let's just go, okay?

- I don't wanna go!

- Then get on Santa's lap.

I don't wanna!

Somebody's not being a very good girl.

I might have to put coal

in your stocking this year.

Nice work. Did they send you

to school for that?

Okay, look, Katherine.

Nothing's gonna happen. See?

- Everything's okay.

- Oh, my God.

That dorky kid from the AV squad

is getting his picture taken with Santa.

Why do we have to spend Christmas

with Dad, anyway?

He's gonna be working

the whole time.

Honey, I know that this is all hard on you,

but you are the man of the family now.

Your sister is counting on you

to make this a good Christmas.

Honey, please, just take care of her.

Oh, excuse me?

My children are traveling without me

and they told me that I should...

I got two unaccompanied minors!

Welcome to the friendly skies,

underage travelers.

Hey, look what we have here.

The wings. And wings for you.

All right, let's go experience

the wonders of flight.

While we're young. Yes. We have to walk.

There you go.

It's happening.

- I love you, Katie.

- I love you, Mom.

I love you, Spencer.

Please focus.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to Hoover International Airport.

- How come we're not in Pennsylvania?

- We have to change planes.

But I liked our plane.

Hey. So you guys

are the Davenports, right?

All right. Well, my name is Zach and I'll

be taking care of you during your layover.

And give me five!

Follow me this way. Man.

Where are all the Christmas decorations?

Well, our boss doesn't really like Christmas

so he locked all the decorations away.

But he did let us put up a few things.

For example, you see that over there?

That green thing is a Christmas tree,

and those red thingies are holly.

It doesn't feel like Christmas.

Yeah, I kind of agree with you.

But that's the way Mr. Porter wanted it.

- Who's Mr. Porter?

- He's the head of Passenger Relations.

And between you and me,

I don't really think he likes passengers...

...or holidays, really.

He sounds mean.

Yeah. It really depends

on what mood he's in.

Smell the air, Hoffman.

Do you know what that is?

Cinnabons, Mr. Porter?

Freedom. It's my first Christmas off

in 15 years.

Just me, a Hawaiian resort...

...and no complaining passengers

to deal with.

You know who will be complaining now?

Me. I'll be complaining about everything.

And they'll just have to stand there

and listen to me...

...because it's their job, not mine.

- Sounds like fun, sir.

- Oh, it's more than fun.

It's my vacation.

Well, aloha, suckers.

Aloha. All flights to Hawaii

have been canceled due to heavy snow.

We apologize for any inconvenience.

And Merry Christmas to me.

- Twenty inches of snow have fallen...

- This is easily the storm of the...

- Worst blizzard we've...

- Ten foot drifts have been...

After Christmas, head

to Hoover International Airport...

...for the first-ever unclaimed

baggage warehouse sale.

You never know what you might find.

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