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[bell rings]
[tires screech]
Look out!
[Chuck E.] Party Mobile coming through!
[Chuck E. Whoops]
[fake Santa grunts]
Sorry!
- Chuck E., maybe we should slow down. - We can't slow down, Helen.
Back me up here, Jasper. Am I the only one who takes decorations seriously?
Yeah, you're the only one.
- I love decorations! - [Chuck E.] Don't eat the decorations.
Remember slow and steady wins the race? Or the tortoise and the hare?
Never! That story is nothing but anti-bunny propaganda.
- [everyone reacts tenderly] - Even her rage is adorable.
[gasps] Bad! Bad!
[all scream]
[tense music]
[screaming]
[tires screech]
[fake Santa grunts]
[laughs] Cool, huh? The Party Mobile is a perk of delivering supplies.
I get to travel around to a variety of fun celebrations all day.
Although today we are delivering the same Christmas decorations.
Yeah, look at this sad, seamy decorations. Where's the Christmas spirit?
People's got more things to worry about, like Chuck E.'s driving.
You should be in charge of decorating. You always have amazing party ideas.
The world needs a real Chuck E. Cheese celebration
to see what the Holiday's all about. [magical chime]
Yeah, I guess it would be cool to bring some of my ideas to life.
But who am I to tell people how to have fun?
Besides, I wouldn't worry.
Look at these deliveries. It just screams Christmas spirit.
[alarm beeping]
Now it screams "cancelled."
Dispatch, have all my deliveries been cancelled?
[man] They don't want them, they said the chicken's right
- and they got low Christmas spirit. - I don't want to be right, it's Christmas.
Time for love, peace, family, giving gifts.
- Getting gifts. - Regifting.
Not eating decoration.
- And not running into buses! - [screaming]
- [Chuck E. Screams] - [horn honks]
[tires screech]
[fake Santa screams]
If there's a problem a party blower can't fix, I haven't found it.
- It's like riding inside a party lizard. - Reptiles
[reacting tenderly] Sorry, that's on us.
- [Bella growls] - Hey, wait.
There's one delivery that wasn't cancelled and you will like it, Bella.
[Christmas music]
- [gasps] Mama! Papa! - Bella!
- Well, someone's in a bad mood. - Why so serious, Mamita?
Is your ridiculous level of adoreness acting up again?
- [affirmative hum] - Ay, mija, I'm sorry.
This extreme cuteness? You get it from his side of the family.
It skips a generation.
[grunts]
Hi Mr. and Mrs. Brinca, I got your decorations.
Thank you. She thinks our display isn't "festive enough."
[confused grunt]
There, see? Festive.
Mi amor, I don't think that's enough to reach the level of festive.
- It barely reaches the level of apathy. - Wait, Chuck E.,
this is the perfect chance to try out your decorating ideas.
I don't know.
[magical chime]
Well, sure, why not, right?
As I always say, the right party can solve any problem.
I think I have the solution.
- [drilling and hammering] - [excited murmurs]
[lights flick on]
Ta-da!
It's certainly festive now.
- I don't know. Doesn't it seem like a lot? - It's amazing.
This is the best Christmas display in town.
It is pretty cool. Maybe my ideas aren't as out there as I thought.
The first ten seconds have gone off great.
But it still needs one final touch to realize my full vision.
- Santa Claus! - [fake Santa screams]
[laughs] Right on cue.
Santa, over here!
- Your brand-new sleigh awaits you. - [fake Santa screams]
[reindeers grunt and neigh]
- [electricity crackling] - [everyone gasps]
[electricity keeps crackling]
[fake Santa screams]
[reindeers neigh in the distance]
[sighs]
The good news is on paper that could have gone much worse.
Yes, the paper could have caught fire.
Bella, are your parents okay?
Yeah, thanks to expensive insurance premiums.
[reacts tenderly] Sorry, Bella.
[angry growl] Whatever.
- [everyone reacts tenderly] Sorry! - [angry growl]
I have to say it was a cool idea,
up until the end when it destroyed an entire city block.
It was an accident. Let's keep our Christmas spirits up.
I am!
I just hope he keeps all that spirit down.
Helen's right.
We can't be like the rest of the town.
- [message alert] - It's not just this town.
[Helen] The Holiday Alert says Christmas spirit is super low.
- Even at the North Pole! - No way. Jasper, you know everybody.
There's gotta be someone we can call.
Alright, if you're really that worried I'll make a call.
Who are we calling?
- A senator? - A bounty hunter?
- Light smells funny. - The Pope?
You think I can just call the Pope on bowling night?
It'd ruin his focus, he's so competitive.
- [call connecting tone] - Jasper! What's up, dog?
- Sandy! - Good timing, I've just finished yoga.
Is this about the last episode of Royaly Messed Up Royals?
I haven't seen it yet, don't tell me.
Hurry before my spoiler alert malfunctions.
So, what's going on?
My friends are worried about low Christmas spirit,
even in the North Pole.
[groans] Yeah. Sorry, but it's true. It's pretty tense up here.
Santa's spent years spreading the spirit,
but it's been long since he's taken a break.
We no longer do Christmas Eve date nights.
Sandy is Mrs. Claus?
Of course, Sandy Claus!
I'm sorry, Sandy, I always assumed he had 363 days of downtime to chill.
No, with the world's growing population, naughty-nice lists, elf problems,
even at the frozen North Pole Santa never chills. [Huffs]
All those Elf Help books were useless.
[Sandy] I really worry about Santa,
he can get so discouraged sometimes, I'm afraid he'll just give up.
- Hello! - [shouts]
Sorry. I'm Chuck E. Cheese.
Oh, it's nice to finally meet you.
Jasper's told me many stories about you.
I should tell you the end of those.
I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but while I was doing it, it hit me.
What Santa needs is a Christmas party to lift his spirits.
Yes, a real Christmas party would be wonderful.
[huffs] Sadly he'll just say no, he's too busy.
I'll ask when he's off the phone with the Pope.
So he takes Santa's calls.
It's boring, but shelf rhymes with elf.
Imagine where you'd be sitting if you were an arbicue.
You should come hear Leggymos.
He says it's beneath us elves to sit on a shelf all day.
[groans] Leggymos. I gotta run, elf problems.
We'll talk later. [Blows a kiss]
I can't believe that was Mrs. Claus.
- You really do know everybody. - People like dogs.
Chuck E., I think it's a great idea.
You heard Mrs. Claus, Christmas may be in danger.
[Helen] We can throw the ultimate Christmas party,
Chuck E. Cheese style.
And save Christmas!
[alarm beeps]
No, we can't. You saw what happened when we did it my way.
The stakes are too high. We have to play it safe
and throw Santa the ultimate by the book Christmas party.
But not here.
We need a public place where everyone is welcome.
I know. How about not my parent's store?
I got it! We'll throw it at Pasqually's.
You think he will go for it?
Of course! He loves us. Let's go tell him the news.
"Beware of piranha"? [huffs] If I didn't know better,
I'd say Pasqually was trying to stop us from sliding down into his restaurant.
[huffs dismissively] It's general life advice, see?
[piranhas growl]
[typical Italian music]
[grunts]
[reindeer grunts in disgust]
[Pasqually hums]
Here we are.
Pasqually's world-famous garlic knots.
So now that have knots, have knots!
[confused huff]
[sighs] There's a mouse, a chicken, a dog, a rat and a purple thing
eating garlic knots behind me?
[sighs]
- Hey, Pasqually. - Hi, Chuck E., guys.
My other customers use the front door.
Bummer. Tell them they can use the fire pole.
Listen, we just heard from Mrs. Claus that Santa's Christmas spirit is very low.
So we're gonna throw him a Christmas party here at Pasqually's
to raise his spirits.
Wait, what? A Christmas party for Santa Claus?
I can't host a Christmas party, I have a restaurant to run.
I still have to find the secret ingredient to the family's Mystery Christmas dish.
- Mystery Christmas dish? - Yes.
For 100 years, since my great-grandfather Giovanni Pasqually
opened the first Pasqually's in Sicily,
each generation has passed the dish down to the next one to solve the mystery.
I would've preferred the recipe, but that's the tradition.
Every Pasqually before me solved the mystery,
but I'm stumped.
I can't be the first one to fail this rite of passage,
I'd be unworthy of the Pasqually name.
[scoffs] Unworthy? You are so a Pasqually, Pasqually.
And like them, your Pasquallyness will lead you to the answer.
- You're the Pasquallyest I've ever met. - Top eight at least.
And we've got the party covered. You only have to worry about the mystery.
Yeah, Pasqually, you will be…
The Pasqually that saved Christmas.
[heroic music]
[groans] Alright, alright. You can throw your Christmas party here.
Great. But what is Mrs. Claus is right,
and Santa says he's too busy to come?
We'll go to the North Pole and invite Santa personally.
Santa Claus can't refuse a Christmas party invitation face to face.
[cheering]
- Don't make me regret this. - We won't have to make you.
[Christmas music]
[hammering in the distance]
[steam hissing]
[machines whirring]
[elves chatting]
[elf] Nice!
[metallic hammering]
[squeaky hammering]
My noble elven-brethren and sist-thren …
Hear me! What happened to our kind?
- [groans] - We were proud warriors
defending truth, peace and justice.
We elves defeated the troll king and his minions
who ruled the world for 1000 years with cruelty, oppression, and fear.
Defending that victory is our purpose, not cleaning reindeer stables
and making worthless video games.
Ever since we started working for Santa, we have lost our way.
- [huffing in agreement] - He's got a point.
Okay, Leggymos,
- enough stirring up trouble. - Busted.
You know you elves work with Santa, not for him, to spread Christmas spirit.
- Of course, Lady Claus. Apologies. - [doorbell rings]
Our guests have arrived. Okay, let's get back to making Christmas magic.
- [elves cheering] - Guests?
- [all shivering] - What's up, Sandy?
Jasper! Come in before you freeze.
Driving to the North Pole took almost no time.
Go-Ho-Ho is the best ride-sharing app.
Thank you for the chance to invite Santa.
[Mrs. Claus] You're welcome. Your timing's great,
Things have been good today, he's in a better mood.
You have a good chance of raising his Christmas spirits.
Raise his Christmas spirits? [Huffs] Not if I have anything to say about it!
Out loud. To myself.
[suspenseful music]
- [explosion] - [elves gasp]
[shouts]
[alarm ringing]
[Santa] The Commando doll is wetting himself?
What's the Wetty-Betty doll doing?
Shooting a rocket launcher? [Angry growl]
[groans] I'll be there as soon as I can.
- [thud] Ouch, my knee! - Oh, dear.
- [thud] - [Santa] My other knee!
- Okay, this is bad. - [Santa grunts]
My other other knee! Wait, what the... Three knees?
How is that even possible?
I'm sorry, I know Santa's moods.
Once he's lost count of his knees, it's game over. He'll never agree to go.
Wait, what if we don't convince him to go to the party?
What if we convince him to go where the party is,
and surprise him.
You wanna throw a surprise party for Santa Claus?
The guy who knows when you're sleeping and when you're awake?
- You weren't kidding about him. - He's getting warmed up.
[sighs] To pull off something like that would take a Christmas miracle.
[Christmas music]
[huffs] So much for miracles. How about a harebrained scheme instead?
- Thank goodness we're in time. - What's going on? Who are you?
I'm Dr. Harebrained, this is Dr. Scheme, Dr. Fakename,
Dr. Quick think of another name, and Munch.
We're from the Center For Facial Hair Disease.
Time for your emergency beard exam. Tinsel, cookie crumb, bow,
cookie crumb, '80s mix tape, cookie crumb.
- The disease is Barbapecia Terminus. - Commonly known as Beard Rot.
And uncommonly known as Beard Rot just in case.
- Beard Rot? - Worse outbreak in years.
I don't have time for this, can't it wait?
No! Waiting is what Beard Rot wants.
Beard Rot loves waiting.
Waiting is the gasoline on Beard Rot's raging inferno!
What? I was "Yes, and" -ing!
Luckily, we got you in time.
Many others were not so fortunate.
After Beard Rot, Red Beard was known as "Weird Guy On A Boat".
- [gasps] - The Bearded Lady, became the… "Lady".
- No! - [Chuck E.] Van Gogh was known as…
"Van Gogh-Away". Beard Rot doesn't discriminate.
Okay! No more, please. Make it stop, make it stop!
Luckily, our clinic specializes in Barbapecia Terminus.
Come by tomorrow night for a beardectomy and you will be free by morning.
Tomorrow night? Christmas Eve?
Now, babe. Your health is important.
I know you hate going to the doctor, I'll come along.
Very well, thank you, honey-bunny.
Wise choice, Mr. Claus. Now we have a soul patch removal.
We think they're silly-looking.
[door slams]
[coughs]
Wow, guys. I gotta say that was very impressive.
- Even I'm surprised that worked. - Luckily we brought lab coats.
Thanks, guys. How will we find the right building?
You can't miss it.
Now we just have to throw the first ever perfect Christmas surprise party…
For Santa Claus.
[huffs and grunts]
By the Ancient Cloak of Elsgore The Cloakless, who is Chuck E. Cheese?
I cannot allow a rodent to raise Santa's Christmas spirit.
I must stop this party.
And I must stop talking to myself.
[rooster crows]
Right, dad, okay.
- What time? - [rooster crows]
7:30, got it! See you then.
- Love you. - How do you say "snooze" in rooster?
- [yawns] - Okay, gang. Time to get to work.
- Ready, Bella? - [metalic thud]
Duh.
Cool. Let's wake Munch.
- [cymbals clattering] - Good morning!
Okay. Our goal is to raise Santa's spirit by throwing this party by the book.
To avoid a disaster like before, we need to play it safe.
So I got us The Perfect Christmas Party Rule Book
by Penelope Homespun.
It's a step-by-step, easy guide
so your imagination and creativity can take the day off.
Let's see. "Chapter One: Decorations".
"Ornaments must be identically sized, red and green color balls,
hung in alphabetical order." That is organized.
Jasper, Bella, can you handle decorations?
Probably not, but we'll fake it.
Munch, as musical director, you have chapter two: Songs.
"The most important rule is to rhyme 'Jolly' with 'Holly',
outside of Christmas, these two words don't exist."
[huffs] Truth.
Much, I need you to write a cliché Holly Jolly Christmas song.
- I'll need you to explain that again, Sir. - Fair enough.
Helen, guest list and invitations.
"All invitations must be written by hand and given to people in silly sweaters."
Okay, but to get people to a spontaneous Christmas party
my calligraphy will be rougher than normal.
It's a chance we'll have to take.
[grunting]
[Pasqually grunts heavily]
[gasping loudly] Okay.
I officially disagree the pole is more fun.
How's it going with the Pasqually Mistery Christmas dish?
Horrible.
I don't even know the ingredients.
Luckily, I'm too exhausted to feel the shame of the family.
[screams] [loud thud]
As for me, I'll handle the final item.
The heart of every rule book Christmas party,
the tree.
Let's show 'em how a real by the book Christmas saving party is done.
- [joyful cheering] - Let's do it!
So, the mouse is following The Christmas Party Rule Book.
Perhaps I've overestimated him.
I'll be able to anticipate his every move.
[stammers]
Reindeer that I'm talking to.
[grunts]
[action music]
[soft Christmas music in the background]
You check the shelves, I'll ask at the counter.
[hesitates]
Welcome to Joy Vey party supplies!
Hello, my good man, if that's the right species.
Could you please direct me to your most cliché Christmas decorations?
- All sold out. - Of all decorations?
[hums in agreement]
[gasps]
We have a terrifying Halloween mask no one would buy… or look at.
[in Spanish] Nothing. What's the deal here?
OMG! That is the cutest thing I've ever seen!
Won't you look at her!
[excitedly babbling] Look at her playing. Peekaboo! Peekaboo!
Try this.
[dramatically] Such cuteness, such horror! Balancing out…
Okay, I'm back.
This is all that's left?
Yeah, sorry. Noble heroic elf commandeered all our decorations.
Evil wizard trouble.
All your decorations?
How are tinsel and nutcrackers useful against evil wizards?
I don't know how wizards work!
I can't even figure out how to unlock the employee bathroom.
It's a once in a lifetime chance to throw a party for Santa.
Sorry, a dashing elf prince invited us to a perfect party
for The Perfect Christmas Party Rule Book.
We're trying to save Christmas.
The elf said fire-breathing dragons would destroy your party.
What? That's ridiculous. Fire-breathing dragons don't exist.
C'mon, Helen, you really expect anyone to embrace reality at this point?
That train has left the station.
It's okay, you'll find people for the party.
It's the same with trees, I'm at the biggest tree lot in town.
Trees A Crowd. We'll get eveything, don't worry.
I've got "being worried" covered.
Sorry, no trees left.
A heroic elf stopped an outbreak of Tree Rot.
He used a magical staff to zap our inventory.
He had a magial staff?
No, I let him use one of mine.
[grunts] What are we gonna do?
I'm so worried I can barely focus on playing Monkey Chase.
You can't escape now, Feathers.
- [grunts] - [chuckles smugly]
[groans] You even "gloat" cute.
So we had a slight setback. Like, our entire plan failing.
Who is this elf everyone is talking about?
It's like he's purposely sabotaging us.
Guys, we only have a few hours before Santa's non-existent party.
With no guests. To not say "Christmas".
It can't be only us at the party.
A couple of people jumping out at Santa Clause isn't a surprise.
They call that "frightening an old man".
Maybe Munch is having better luck with the song.
[loud squeak]
Here's what I've got so far.
[clears throat]
[softly] ♪ Holly, jolly… ♪
♪ Christmas! Robot banana! It's Christmas! ♪
♪ So much robot banana! Why is there so much robot banana? ♪
- ♪ Christmas! ♪ - Wow, wow, stop!
- What? More robot banana? - No, no.
Much less robot bana...
[stammers] I'm not even sure what exactly a robot banana is.
Much, because... [stammers] It doesn't...
It's an inanimate object. It's a fruit.
[stammers] You can't make a fruit robot.
And specially with Christmas, they don't go together.
I don't know how you got that, but... [stammers] No.
Follow The Rule Book. More "Holly Jolly", no "robot banana".
At all. None.
- Makes sense? - I make a lot of different scents!
- Wanna smell? - Good talk.
Let's check on Pasqually.
[typical Italian music]
I don't get it.
I tested the particles on the Dish. Tofu jerky, sea urchin?
What kind of dish is this supposed to be?
I don't deserve to be up there with all the Pasqually.
Don't let Pasquallys get in your head, Pasqually. Forget what was done before.
The answer's not gonna come from there, but from here.
- From your own inner Pasqually. - [door opens]
Well met, worthy foes!
Sherwood Forest is that way.
Hey, you're that elf!
You're the one who's been ruining our party plans.
What gives, Barbie of the Rings?
You mean your party plans from The Rule Book?
Finding a good cream rinse for my mane it's harder than foiling your schemes.
His hair does have a dazzling sheen.
But why destroy Christmas?
It's collateral damage. No Christmas means no more toy-making,
no more toy-making means the elves can return to our ancient heroic ways.
Defending the world against the troll king and his minions.
Who knows what evil schemes they've been hatching all these years.
But the world needs Christmas.
Yeah, Clash of Clans, it's about giving and getting.
Why don't you give up and get out?
Clearly you're struggling with your humiliating defeat,
but don't feel too bad.
You're just a little mouse
who doesn't have a chance against Leggymos, the noble Elf Prince.
[stammers] So, did you want a table or…?
No, good proprietor, my work here is done.
Marry last Christmas, Chuck E. Cheese.
See ya, Queen Targaryen.
[Chuck E. Sighs]
C'mon, we can't give up.
We can find a way to throw our big party and save Christmas.
You always say, "The right party can solve any problem."
So, what's the solution?
The Party Mobile… is still filled with the decorations we never delivered.
We can use them for our party!
[Leggymos] They haven't given up.
But I was so patronizing.
No, I cannot allow even a chance of Santa's spirit being rejuvenated.
[stammers] Entire city!
[distant sleigh bells]
You'd still kiss me even if my beard fell off, wouldn't you, dear?
Of course, silly.
But I have a feeling my favorite fuzzy chin would be just fine.
[Helen] How's it looking, guys?
Great. We gotta make sure Pasqually's looks like it's boring self from outside.
Remember, Santa thinks he's going to a Medical Clinic.
Nothing says, "We're throwing a surprise party" like not saying it.
Wait, my place normally looks boring?
Are we sure they'll will find us?
I told Sandy it would be obvious which building it is, so…
- "Reindeer parking only". - That should be clear!
[tires screech]
[man] I'm picking up a take-out order.
[Santa] Where's this medical center?
[hesitates] We're close.
[under her breath] Don't let me down, Jasper.
[distant sleigh bells]
[suspenseful music]
[electricity crackling]
[power shuts down]
[huffs]
[Chuck E.] The power went out!
[grunts] Santa flew right over us!
Quick, to the Party Mobile! Follow that sleigh!
[engine roars]
[tires screech]
[colllective whoop]
Oh no you don't! Knaves! Vermin!
I'm talking to them, not myself. [stammers]
They can't hear me, obviously. [Stutters]
I gotta go! [Whisles]
[grunts]
[action music]
[gasps]
[grunts]
[engine roars]
- [kids laugh] - [fake Santa grunts]
Wait, is that it?
That is a Christmas party, not a medical building.
- That's a Christmas party? Not in my book. - Where are you going?
- [Santa] I gotta set them straight. - [Sandy] Oh no.
[distant sleigh bells jingling]
♪ Holly, jolly, holly, jolly… ♪
♪ Holly, jolly… ♪
[carolers keep singing in the background]
[sleigh bells jingling]
[everyone gasps]
[woman] Santa!
- [tires screech] - We gotta get Santa back to Pasqually's.
People, is this what Christmas means to you?
Rules? Christmas can't be celebrated by the book.
This party lacks the only important thing, real Christmas spirit.
Love, peace, hope, giving. The stuff that comes from the heart.
It has nothing to do with this.
[Santa] I mean, tinsel and nutcrackers?
Do you expect your party to be attacked by evil wizards?
[huffs]
Christmas is the time at the end of a year to revel in what's really important.
[Santa] Christmas spirit is a fuel
to recharge our loving optimistic hearts for the new year.
[sighs] I don't know why I bother.
After all this time people still don't get it.
Maybe it's time to finally just stop.
[everyone gasps]
Sorry, folks, Christmas is cancelled.
[gasps]
[reindeers grunt]
Wow, no one's gonna believe I saw Santa Claus.
Thank you for failing so completely, mouse.
You could still be a symbol of the end of Christmas.
They could put your face on t-shirts, books, toys.
Chuck E. Cheese is no one's mascot.
Pity. He is no one's hero, either.
[sad music]
I did it!
No more Christmas. Santa's spirit is so low
he's quitting all this nonsense once and for all.
Finally, elves can return to our true purpose.
[bell ringing]
Merry Christmas!
Would you like to make a donation to bring Christmas cheer to those in need?
Wait…
Leggymos? My arch-enemy? I can't believe it!
Troll king? Why are you dressed like that jolly imbecile?
Are you planning an evil revenge scheme against the elves?
What are you talking about?
The overwhelming defeat by the elves what the best thing to ever happen.
I'm a changed troll!
But that's not possible.
Evil troll kings don't ask for charitable donations,
and noble Elf Prince don't carry loose change.
[grunts] That's water under the troll bridge.
Once you elves started this whole Christmas thing,
I saw the error of my troll ways.
Now I'm the biggest fan of everything Christmas.
I've never been happier or more full filed!
Thank you, elf prince. Thank you.
Oh no, I was wrong this whole time.
By spreading Christmas spirit, the elves have been serving their noblest purpose.
Protecting Christmas is our highest calling.
What have I done?
Santa's already on his way back to the North Pole.
[hesitates] Are you talking to me?
[soft music]
I can't believe Christmas is cancelled.
This is all my fault.
Instead of reviving Santa's Christmas spirit,
we made him wanna quit Santa Clausing.
I don't know why I thought I could save Christmas.
You did everything right, you followed the rules.
- It's not your fault. - [door opens]
No, it's his fault.
[suspenseful music]
[angry growl]
Stand down, Bella.
- Thank the faiths, I'm not late. - What do you want Leggymos?
You won, you killed Christmas.
- Haven't you caused enough damage? - No, I'm here to help.
Yeah, right, Bilbo. We're supposed to take your word?
Of course not, I've got this Redeption Act document notarized…
[affirmative hum]
A noble elf admits when he's wrong and makes amends.
I thought ending Christmas would allow us to return peace and hope.
I now see that we've been doing it all along by celebrating Christmas.
Great, if you hadn't noticed, Santa just gave up and went home.
We must intercept Santa and get him to return.
You still have a chance to raise his spirits and save Christmas.
No. You heard Santa.
If he sees his own party is just following the rules,
- it'll lower his spirits even more. - [Pasqually] Eureka!
I figured out the mystery Christmas dish!
You were right, Chuck E., it was never about the ingredients,
it was about trusting myself, my inner Pasqually.
It's great you solved the mystery, Pasqually,
but sadly, Santa's not coming.
Not even to enjoy what you've made from the heart.
[magical chime]
Yes! Pasqually's right about me being right.
I was so afraid of failing again, I played it safe,
which guaranteed failure.
Well, Chuck E. Cheese's done being afraid.
It's time to start trusting myself and my ideas.
[joyful cheering]
The right party can solve any problem.
And the only problem we have now
is throwing a real spirit-raising Christmas party for Santa Claus together.
[joyful cheering]
And I will help you, noble mouse. You, canine with sharp tongue,
you will come with me to make Santa return, post-haste!
Sure, Xena Warrior Princess.
Thanks, we can use all the help.
Okay guys, it's time to get creative. Chuck E. Cheese style.
[Christmas music]
[Christmas music stops] Look.
Everyone is going home after the bookstore fiasco.
We should invite them!
I don't know, they look bummed out.
There's no way we convince them to go to another party.
I got this.
[with cute voice] It's me! I am a sad little bunny.
No one came to my Christmas party,
I am so lonely and big-hearted.
Plus, kittens and baby Yoda and stuff.
- [everyone reacts tenderly] - Oh, hello!
Would you like to come to my special Christmas party?
Please.
- [everyone hums affirmatively] - [Christmas music continues]
Thanks for taking one for the team.
What's the point of being cute if you can't save Christmas?
[sleigh bells]
[police siren]
- [confused huff] - What's going on?
We're being pulled over.
[police siren]
Good evening, sir. Driver's license and registration.
You want my ID? Seriously?
Please excuse Joan of Arc. He's wound a bit tight.
We had to quarantine the North Pole due to an outbreak of Beard Rot.
[gasps] Oh, no! Beard Rot!
That's what we were hoping to avoid.
Yes, it's no laughing matter.
Apart from its name and concept.
We cannot allow endangering your beard by returning to the North Pole.
Here, stop by the Center for a quick beardectomy,
and you should be good to go.
- [grunts] Fine. - [whispering] Thank you.
[reindeers neigh]
[grunts actively]
[adventure music]
[electricity crackling]
[joyful cheering]
It is done! Santa Claus is coming to town!
Keep shouting, crying, and pounding to a minimum.
[sleigh bells jingling]
[sighs] Look!
[Sandy] There it is!
Finally! It's time to leave Beard Rot a lot of coal in its stocking.
[chattering]
[suspenseful spy music]
[electronic beeping]
The star is on the tree.
I repeat, the star is on the tree.
[everyone reacts tenderly]
[angry growl]
Everyone, Santa's here. Hide!
[grunts] See? There are no piranha here.
This is a strange medical office. Where's everybody?
Surprise!
[gasps] What is going on here?
- Welcome to your Christmas party, Santa. - Look at this!
[Santa] Warm, genuine smiles,
family and friends, creative decorations,
home-made treats.
I guess Christmas spirit really is alive and well after all.
Of course it is, Santa.
Think about it. What would we do without Christmas?
["What Would We Do Without Christmas" playing]
♪ Every year ends in cheer that could disappear… ♪
♪ If we didn't celebrate… ♪
♪ Love and hope every trope a kaleidoscope… ♪
♪ But the best in us awaits… ♪
♪ What would we do without Christmas? ♪
♪ Why would the bells all ring out? ♪
♪ What would we all sing about? ♪
♪ Oh! What would we do without Christmas? ♪
♪ Did you know falling snow is just wet and cold… ♪
♪ With no holiday season? ♪
♪ Trim the tree lovingly with your family… ♪
♪ W ould there be any reason? ♪
♪ What would we do without Christmas? ♪
♪ Why would the bells all ring out? ♪
♪ What would we all sing about? ♪
♪ With no mistletoe to kiss below, ♪
♪ No yuletide nog, no warm eggnog, ♪
♪ No ornaments, no presents to present ♪
♪ All the givings gone, only taking left ♪
♪ Would caroling mean anything, ♪
♪ more than folks who sing while trespassing? ♪
♪ What would we do without Christmas? ♪
♪ Why would the bells all ring out? ♪
♪ I can hear the whole world shout… ♪
♪ Whoa! What would we do without Christmas? ♪
["What Would We Do Without Christmas" ends]
[crowd cheering]
[clapping and whooing]
Everyone! Thank you for refilling my holiday spirit.
Christmas is officially back on!
[joyful cheering]
I knew you could do it.
You just needed a little faith in yourself like I've always had.
Thanks, Helen. I wouldn't have even tried if it wasn't for you.
If it wasn't for all of you.
[all sigh]
Thank you, Chuck E. I feel like me again.
It was my honor, Santa.
I know one person who'd be very happy about you being back to your old self.
Yeah, about that…
I was wondering if you could help me out with one other thing.
Way ahead of you, Santa.
[soft music]
[sighs] I couldn't imagine a more romantic date night.
Just you wait.
Santa, Mrs. Claus,
may I present you with the famous Pasqually family Mystery Christmas dish.
The first ever giant cookie pizza!
Served with gold milk, of course.
Thank you, this is all been incredible.
It's nothing compared to what you do for everyone.
I guess I spent so much time trying to spread Christmas cheer,
I forget to enjoy myself.
Fortunately, I have my best friend to remind me.
I love you, you jolly old elf.
[chuckles]
- Merry Christmas! See ya. - Bye!
Well done, Jasper Jowls.
It is an honor to have someone to talk out loud to other than myself.
That's weird, but thanks, She-Ra. You aren't completely intolerable.
- Thanks for coming! - Bye everyone!
- Good night. - Bye, bye.
Well, I gotta go.
I still have to deliver presents to 396 million houses.
And I'm coming along. Extended date night.
Of course. But first, we need to get to that Medical Center.
I understand waiting is the worst thing you can do for Beard Rot.
Well… [laughs]
Wow! I can't believe we just saved Christmas.
Us! I mean, look at how it all turned out.
[Christmas music]
Nice!
[metallic hammering]
[huffs]
[laughter]
[huffs confidently]
Okay, guys. Wait till you see my ideas for next Christmas.
[cheering]
[Santa] Merry Chri...
[thud] Ouch, my knee!
Yes, merry "Ouch My Knee" to all. And to all a good night.
[Christmas music ends]
["Robot Banana Christmas" playing] [softly] ♪ Holly, jolly… ♪
♪ Holly, jolly… ♪
♪ Christmas! Robot banana! It's Christmas! ♪
♪ Robot, robot banana! Why is there robots? Robot banana ♪
♪ Why is there robots? Robot banana It's Christmas! ♪
♪ Christmas! Robot, robot banana! ♪
♪ Why is there robots? Robot banana! ♪
♪ It's Christmas! ♪
♪ Christmas! ♪
♪ I love decorations! Yum! I love decorations! ♪
♪ Tastes pretty… Ornament buffet! ♪
♪ I make a lot of different scents… Bigger the nostrils, better the person ♪
♪ Smell what? Oh, robot banana, robot banana! ♪
♪ Christmas! Robot banana! ♪
♪ Christmas! Robot, robot banana! ♪
♪ Why is there robots? Robot banana ♪
♪ Christmas! Robot banana! ♪
♪ Christmas! Robot, robot banana! ♪
♪ Why is there robots? Robot banana ♪
♪ It's Christmas! ♪
♪ Christmas! ♪
♪ Why is there so much robots? ♪
♪ Happy noises! Together! ♪
♪ This is our plot! Robot banana. Good morning! ♪
♪ Light smells funny… ♪
♪ His hair does have a dazzling sheen… ♪
♪ Robot banana! ♪
♪ It's pizza, but a cookie, cookie, cookie! ♪
♪ Yay! ♪
♪ Robot banana! Robot banana! ♪
[laughs]
♪ Twenty more times! ♪
♪ Robot banana! Robot banana! ♪
♪ Christmas! ♪
♪ Robot banana! ♪
♪ Christmas! ♪
♪ Why is there so much robot banana? ♪
♪ Christmas! ♪
♪ Why is there so much robot banana? ♪
♪ Christmas! ♪
♪ Why is there so much robot banana? ♪
["Robot Banana Christmas" ends]