Hey, Ernest. How did it go?
It worked great. Victory is at hand. Now we have to move onto what I like to call "Plan B."
What did you say?
His name is Santa Claus!
[children giggle]
That's it. Yuck it up. He happens to be a close, personal friend of mine. Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah. Fifth graders think they know everything.
Why?
Call it... Uh, a fifth sense. Call it a flash of intermission, but I just got this feeling deep down in the heart of my bottom.
There's no such thing! Think about it: a guy who flies around the whole world in one night. It just doesn't quite correspond to the laws of time and travel.
Now, now, now, now, now, it's possible. You take the International Date Line, multiply it by the Time Zones, divided by the accelerated rotation of the earth... uh, carry the 1, and, uh, allowing for the Vernal Equinox on the Tropic of Cancer, he might just pull it off.
This is Ernest. I'm Santa Claus.
Uh, no. No, not - not really.
[advances towards Ernest's truck to see what is under the tarp in back]
I'd better have a look.
[disguised as a snake rancher, reffering to the venomous "snakes" under the tarp]
Careful, now... them be "pisin"!
[lunges at the guard, who gasps and winces]
"Pisin" snakes! One minute, you be a strappin' young man like yerself, an' the next...
