You? Up there? Catch that with this?
Magic dust.
You crack it over your head. You'll have to focus. The sleigh will be coming at you at 45,000 miles an hour.
45,000 miles an hour?!
You'll be torn in half!
Depends on the angle the sleigh hits. You might just get beheaded.
I've got a phobia of being beheaded and heights and speed and reindeer and... buttons.
Buttons?
Yeah, I'm pretty much scared of everything. [to himself] Gwen thinks you are coming. You can't do this. Yes, you can! No, you can't. Yes, you can! Come on, Arthur!
Don't worry. Only a raving lunatic--
I have to worry! It's the only thing I'm good at! [gets an idea] Worry me.
The sleigh will be back any minute!
Come on. Worry me, quickly!
I-Imagine Gwen all alone, nothing under the tree.
Here we go. [cracks the magic dust over his head and begins to panic as he rises up into the air while holding onto the anchor and ribbon] No! I don't like this! Stop! Get me down!
The tears as she finds she's been left out!
Screaming, "Santa didn't come!"
Oh, Gwen... [begins to panic again] NOO! IT'S JUST TOO HIGH!
Gwen in the street, surrounded by kids on new bikes, pointing: "THAT'S THE GIRL THAT SANTA HATES!" She runs away, alcoholic by the age of 9, DEAD BEFORE SHE'S EVEN...!
She may never build a snowman again!
WHAT IF THERE ARE BUTTONS ON THE SLEIGH I DON'T KNOW ABOUT?!
Here it is!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!
How do you think he's, uh...?
Fine, fine. Probably just, uh...
So... how come they didn't scrap the sleigh, sir?
I threatened the elves. Said I'd feed 'em to the polar bears. [Bryony awkwardly looks away]
Elf, how do you fancy being the one to tell his parents about all this? [Bryony looks horrified at the thought]


