Arthur Christmas

Santa: Dear Arthur, what a puzzle. Ernie: Look, everyone, it's Arthur! He's delivering the present! Chief de Silva: Friends, on this night of peace, we stand confronted by an unknown danger: aliens. Aliens from space. Peter: [after learning about Arthur being the new Santa] You know, I've always liked Arthur. Ya think he likes espresso?

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Grandsanta: We've got to get you down there, lad! Arthur: They'll see us! We'll be stopped! Grandsanta: [takes Arthur's slipper] Give me that! Arthur: What are you doing? Grandsanta: It's Evie they're after. She doesn't fit this world, Arthur. She's a relic. Arthur: [surprised] Evie?! Grandsanta: I always knew she'd be needed one more time. You go on! We'll let them have her. Bryony: You're coming too? Grandsanta: You were right, Arthur. It doesn't matter how Santa's gift gets there. [referring to Steve and the S-1] Doesn't even matter if it's Mr. Postman in his spaceship. Arthur: [smiles with confidence] As long as it gets there. Grandsanta: You made it happen, lad. No one got left out. [Arthur hugs him, laughing] Get off! Now, do as I say.

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Grandsanta: [referring to Steve] Tell him I'm not here! Bryony: Grandsanta says he's not here. Steve: Hi, I'm looking for a missing relic. Grandsanta: Steve, 3 words. Steve: Is the first one "help"? Arthur: Yes. You can help us, Steve! Grandsanta: It was him! Frosty the Madman, he forced me to come! [to Bryony] Elf, back me up if you want a career. Arthur: I forced you? Grandsanta: Ya see?! Look! Steve: What did you want, Grandsanta? Let me guess. Hmm, a picture of you in the sleigh delivering the gift to show me how it's really done? Grandsanta: [puts away camera] No. Steve: You know the picture they'll have tomorrow? You lead away in handcuffs! The Santa who was seen by everybody on Earth. The Santa who ruined Christmas. Peter: [tauntingly] Ruined it! Grandsanta: We'll fix this, Steve. We'll be back home in a wobble of a reindeer's buttocks. A-And Evie can go back in mothballs. You can forget she ever existed. Arthur: You can't just go home! [pulls away the reins] What about Gwen?! S

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Steve: [grabs the present] Gimme that! [Grandsanta grabs it too] I'm Santa! I'm delivering it! Grandsanta: Don't be silly. I'm Santa! Can't you see from me suit? Santa: I am actually Santa, and I think it would best if... Steve: [interrupts Santa] I'm Santa! You handed over! Santa: I didn't, in fact. Technically... Steve: [interrupts Santa again] You said I could drive! Grandsanta: I am Santa, you naughty boys. Here, have a bonbon. Arthur: [interrupts them as Gwen wakes up] Ssssssshhhhh...! Gwen: [offscreen] It's Christmas! Arthur: Please! Gwen just has to have a present from Santa. Santa: [hands Arthur the present] You do it, Arthur.

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Arthur: It just can't be. It can't. It just can't be. It j-just CAN'T BE! Oh... [accidentally knocks over a snow globe] Grandsanta: [having overheard the commotion] What's all this kadoodle, young man? Arthur: Grandsanta, it's this little girl, she's been missed! Grandsanta: HA! So much for your brother's fancy-pants technology! Arthur: Steve and Dad racked their brains but said it's impossible. Grandsanta: Is it now? Missed a child? Dear, oh dear. Sends shivers down me shins. Arthur: In two hours, she's gonna wake up, tear downstairs, search under the tree, and... that look on her face. [frowns sadly] But there's nothing there. She won't understand. She'll think she's the one kid on the whole world that Santa doesn't care about. She'll feel so... left out. [straightens the portrait of him sitting on Malcolm's lap] On Christmas night, he comes. Gwen can't not have a present from Santa! Grandsanta: Do you know, Arthur, there is a way. Arthur: It's impossible. Grandsanta: They used to sa

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Ernie Clicker: What the…? [turns around and spots Arthur cycling through Trelew on Gwen's bike] Look, everyone! It's Arthur! He's delivering the present! Elves: It's Arthur! North Pole Computer: MELTDOWN PAUSED.

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