Is there anything I can do?
Yeah, put a chill on my bottom, will you?
Is there anything I can do?
Yeah, put a chill on my bottom, will you?
Jack Frost, you are hereby charged with 273 counts of attempted upstaging of Santa Claus. You froze a volcano in Hawaii. You made it snow in the Amazon. And you frosted Mexico, sending all of the geese North for the winter. You have violated the Legendary Figures Code of Conduct in a manner that is both willful and malicious.
Excuse me... Did you just accuse me of being skillful and delicious.
Oh, please.
Guilty as charged.
Frost, you herald a season. You're not a holiday.
You're the best friend, not the leading man.
And you kill fruit.
That's Uncle Scott's snow globe. You're not supposed to have it.
I know. Isn't it great?
It's not great at all. You've done a terrible thing. You'll be on the naughty list for the rest of your life.
But naughty list people have more fun.
I'm calling for help.
I wouldn't do that.
Mom! Dad! Over here! Quick! [Lucy's parents rush into Santa's secret snow globe stash not knowing Jack is behind the door, which he closes]
Lucy, what's wrong?
I told you not to do that.
Jack Frost took Uncle Scott's snow globe and he knows it's not his! [Jack blows his frost on parents; Lucy screams] Stop! Stop! No! [Jack stops blowing; parents are completely frozen] What did you do?!
I froze them! [inhales; pauses] Now am I going to have to the same thing to you, or are you going in that closet and not say a word? [Lucy unwillingly makes her choice, and walks into the closet with her frozen parents] Smart girl. Oh, smile, will ya? I've had kids beg me to freeze their parents. And to think I asked you to be my elf. [closes closet with Lucy and her parents in it]
Yeah, and…?
Elfficers! I have him! [to Jack] Jack, this isn't funny! Unfreeze the parents right now!
No way, Claus. I can't unfreeze them without unfreezing myself and that is something I'll never do.
Mother Nature, help me out. Can you thaw him out?
I'm sorry, Santa. My powers don't work on other legendary figures.
Isn't that a shame? [chuckles]
Do you think it'll work?
The question is you.
OK. This is what you're reduced to. Sending a little girl in to save the day? What are you going to do, adorablise me? Sweet me into submission? Cute me to death? Make me change my [Lucy hugs him] WAYYYYY.... [starts heating up] Hey, I feel so strange. I feel so slushy inside. [purrs] Do I smell suntan lotion? I feel so tropical. Miguel, dos platos de nachos, por favor? What's happening to me?!
I'm warming your heart.
But they told me it couldn't be done.
But they didn't know about magical hugs.
I think I like it.
Mom, Dad!
Lucy!
Mom! Dad!
Group hug!
Yes.
Oh Scott, I think it's time.
Oh, about 10:00.
No, I think it's time to deliver the package.
Midnight as usual.
No, I think it's time to deliver the "package".
IT'S TIME TO DELIVER THE PACKAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!!
Chococinos anyone?
Oh, yes. [Jack pulls out her chair; sits down]
I hope you like it. It's my special recipe [they both sip their cups].
Mmm, minty.
Doesn't it make you feel refresh?
Yes, it does! [drinks some more]
Oh my, I just love your hair.
You do?
Yeah, I do.
I love yours.
You do?
Yeah, I do. I've never seen anything like it.
Oh, you're so adorable. You divine little kitten you. [woofs flirtatiously; Sylvia giggles] I bet you can sing.
No, no, no, no, no.
Oh, come on, I bet you can sing.
Mmm, a little.
I knew it! I knew it! Sing something for me.
What do you want to hear?
How about [singing] chestnuts roasting on an open fire.
No, no. Go back to the other line, the one before the first one.
Ooh, it gives me the chills.
Oh, what a lyric! [Carol walks in]
Hey, guys, what's going on?
Your mother is fabulous! [Sylvia playfully pinches his nose] Would you like to be my elf?
Huh?
You heard me.
You get the soda cans and you get the TV specials and you get the postage stamps and the billboards and the beautiful adoring wife and the army of toy-building yes men. What do I get? A few runny noses and some dead citrus.
What's the matter with you people? Don't you realize you were an inch away from Armageddon?
I'll get a mop!
Bud, what is that supposed to mean?
Well, maybe if you weren't working all the time, you would know.
Well, maybe you don't understand the pressure I'm under!
Well, maybe it's not as bad as being ripped away from your family and told you can't see them anymore!
Well, maybe that's why I invited you up here, Bud. So Carol can be surrounded by her family for love and support, while I try to do things you can't even imagine. But rather than try to make things work, it seems like you're trying to make things worse.
Maybe we shouldn't have come.
Maybe you're right. Maybe you shouldn't have come.
Don't say anything, you'll regret. [Carol leaves to sit down] I think we all need to cool down for a second. Huh? [to Scott] Why don't you and I take a walk? Come on. Let's go. Let's just go. [leaves with Scott]
It's over. I thought I had a second chance at having a family, but I blew it again.
Hey. There's no one I know who could possibly hold this all together but you.
But I didn't. My in-laws resent me, Christmas is a disaster, and my pregnant wife wishes that she never had met me.
You know, I-I was gonna wait until tomorrow to give you this, but, uh, heh, I-I think you need a bit of a pick-me-up now. [pulls up his present to Scott]
I can't.
Come on. Open it.
I don't feel like it, Jack.
Oh, come on. Go ahead, it'll make you feel better.
I don't feel like it, Jack.
Come on, you just open it, please.
So are there times when you wonder...
Wonder what?
If this was even...
Worth it? [scoffs] More than you know.
Tonight's one of these times, huh?
Wish I'd never put that red coat on.
So...you wish you'd never become Santa at all?
At all?
At all. At all. [opens his present] Yeah, at all. I wished I'd never been Santa at all. Happy? [notices he's holding his snow globe which starts to glow]
I am now.
Hey, you!
You hit me with a shovel!
Adios, fatty! [disappears in gold magic]
Yes, sir. Can I offer you two tickets for a turn to build a toy with Santa's elves?
No.
Plus, I'll throw in this year's commemorative pen.
What is that?
Which is voice-enhanced. [records his voice on the pen] Will that be cash or credit card, sir? [plays back his recording]
"Will that be cash or credit card, sir?"
That's silly.
And if you're still not sure, I'll even throw in a pass for the nice list.
The nice list?
Walk with me, won't you?
Curtis, it's me. [sees the nice list kiosk] Oh, for the love of candy canes. What have you done here?
Well, sir, this is a nice list kiosk. The line ends over there by the reindeer petting zoo.
Wait a minute? You mean parents pay to have their kids put on the nice list? That's not right. I better change things back the way they were. Who's your boss? [stammering] Where's Frost? Curtis, where's Frost?!
Security!
I'll take care of him. [appears as Santa] Nice to see you, mon frère. I've been waiting. Has it been 12 years already?
Frost. What have you done?
Hey. Easy does it, Armani man. No "hello"? Love what you've done with the place?
Hey, Frost. Frost, what about the secret of Santa? How could you do this to the North Pole?
The whole thing is way too much work, way too much pressure. Besides, no one even thanks you for all the effort.
What do you mean no thank yous? What about all the plates of cookies and the milk?
Please, I'm cleansing. [chuckles] So I stopped the whole toy delivery nonsense, and I brought anyone who could afford to pay right up here. Who needs magic? Who needs to be crawling on roofs and chimneys? [deep breath] I got everything I need right here.
Look around you. This is not how the North Pole is supposed to be. You know this is wrong.
Why don't you chill out and enjoy the swag, huh?
Hey. You're the one who gave it all up.
Because you tricked me.
Tricked you? Give me a break.
I didn't know you had my snow globe.
Maybe not, but who said, "I wish I'd never been Santa at all"?
I said, "Who said 'I wish I'd never been Santa at all'?" Rudolph? Rudolph's... mama?
Frost, switch back with me. Now's your chance.
And this is your chance to enjoy the show. [to the security guard] Security.
Yes, sir.
Take my guest to his seat, won't you? Thanks so much.
Come on, let's go.
Start spreadin' th' news...by jet or by sleighhhh...You wanna be a part of it - North Pole, North Pole...You snooze and you loooose...so come here to PLAYYYY...here at the VERY HEART OF IT - North Pole, North Pole...come see the SNOWMAN...up where NO MAN's without a treeeeat...And watch this KING OF THE CHILL - HA! - turn up the heeeeat...Ah-those-ah summuhtime bluuuues...are MELTing awayyyy...although it's 55 BELOW...at Polar Norrrth...You'll zip your - PARKA tight...sugar plum dreams - LATE AT night...It's all for YOU - North Pole, North Pole. You'll wanna WAKE UP in the RESORT that never sleeeeeps...and watch this king of the chill, in perfect control, Doing his THING at the TOP of the POLE...If you can MAKE IT HERE...the world's all...CHRISTMAS CHEER... [the elf pianist groans at the absurdity of this last statement] ...holiday GOLD...North POLE...NOOOORRRTH POLLLLLE! [the audience applaud for the cheesy performance, until Scott swings the lights and kicks him off the stage, landing on the pile of presents] Argh! I'm gonna KICK THE COAL outta whoever did that!
Get this through your head. You're not Santa anymore. You're just a guy who smells like a cookie.
Whoa! Dad, you gotta see this!
Charlie! Charlie! Stay away from those things.
I want that coat!
Why? Because you make such a great Santa? Because all the elves love ya? All the people you took money from, because they love ya? Listen to me. Being Santa is not something you can take. It's something that chooses you!
NOOOOOO!!! [disappears in red magic]
[The triumphant Scott disappears in gold magic, back to the exact timeline]
Well, that didn't work out the way I had hoped.