Remember 1816. No Christmas for six years. The elves, all alone! Arthur Christmas
2.2, 2.0, 3.6.
Four hours to mission deadline. Mission 98 percent complete.
Waker! We have a waker! And Santa's in there.
Santa? Are you here?
What should we do, Sir?
Steve.
Hold on father. Intel, get me intel.
Santa's head seems to be resting on some sort of try-me weapon, sir.
It's the Quack Quack Moo-racktifity Farm, sir. It features twelve separate animal sounds and sings Old MacDonald Had a Farm.
The moment father raises hit head, there'll be ten seconds of constant moo-ing.
We're going to have to take the batteries out.
He'd have to get past the wrapping, the box and fourteen twist-ties hankering into the cardboard. It's too noisy! It'll wake the boy! He'll see Santa!
Remember 1816, when Santa was seen. They tracked him home. They had to go into hiding. No Christmas for six years. The elves, all alone!
Calm people. It's not 1816 now.
