A.N.T. Farm (2011–2014): Season 1, Episode 19 - SANTa's Little Helpers - full transcript
Principal Skidmore asks Chyna, Olive and Fletcher to build toys for kids at an orphanage. But then, they find out its a scam and instead Principal Skidmore sells it for profit. They then booby-trap the toys but then Principal Skidmore gives toys to the orphanage, so they must get the toys back. Meanwhile, Darryl follows Roxanne around to see what she is getting him for Christmas. Lexi and Paisley work as gift wrappers at the mall.
Oh, I love Christmas.
Cutting down the tree,
taking Dad to the
emergency room,
hanging up the lights,
taking Dad to the
emergency room.
Singing Christmas carols.
Taking Dad to the
emergency room.
It's amazing how much
his "fa la la la la"
sounds like the mating
call of a raccoon.
Hey, rabies is no
laughing matter.
We're gonna mail these Christmas
cards to your nurses and doctors.
Try not to get hurt while
we're away, honey.
Don't worry. I'm just going
to hang these stockings.
With this nail gun!
Chyna, don't let your
father play with this.
Okay.
Hey, wait! You're standing under
the mistletoe. Give me a kiss.
Darryl...
Come on, I dislocated my
shoulder putting that up.
Good day.
All right.
Get out!
If you're looking for the tip of'rour
thumb, Mom put it in the freezer.
Actually, I'm looking for
the present your mom got me
so I know what to get her.
If I spend less than
her, I look cheap.
If I spend more than her,
I make her look bad.
To be fair, that rhinestone
pantsuit you bought her last year
really did make her look bad.
The point is, if I
knew what she got me,
I could get her something
that costs exactly the same.
What did she buy me?
Nothing. Perfect.
I'm done shopping.
I meant nothing yet.
She's doing her shopping
over the weekend.
That's it. I'll secretly
spy on her at the mall
to see what she gets me.
But now it's time to
hang this wreath.
Hey, Rose. Yeah, it's me again.
In about five minutes, we're
gonna need an ambulance.
♪ Ooh, ooh Doo, doo
Whoo!
♪ Everybody's got that thing
♪ Something different
we all bring
♪ Don't you let 'em
clip your wings
♪ You got it You got it
♪ We're on fire and we blaze
♪ In extraordinary ways
♪ 365 days
♪ We got it We got it
♪ You can dream it
♪ You can be it
♪ If you can feel it
♪ You can believe it
♪ 'Cause I am, you are, we are
♪ Exceptional Exceptional
♪ Yeah, I am, you are, we are
♪ Exceptional Exceptional
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
Whoo!
Oh, I love the holiday season.
I don't know. To me, Christmas
has become so un-commercialized.
No one focuses on what this
season is truly about.
Economics.
What?
Seventy-eight percent earned
during the Christmas,
and to a lesser degree,
Chanukah season.
Joy and good cheer won't put us on
the road to financial recovery.
Attention minions!
Your natural talents
to make toys for me.
Aren't you a little
old for toys?
Or, really, anything
and orthopedic shoes?
I may be old but I'm
going to outlive you!
And the toys are not for me.
They're for a group
the local orphanage.
Aw, that's a great idea,
Principal Skidmore.
It will really make their
Christmas special.
Yeah. Who wants
store-bought toy made,
when you can get
by an 11-year-old
with Popsicle sticks and glue?
Merry Christmas!
Okay, we need to come
up with a toy to make.
What do little kids
like to play with?
Fire. Sharp objects.
Abandoned wells.
How about yo-yos?
Yo-yos? They're
incredibly dangerous!
I made the perfect thing.
It looks like a high
school textbook,
but it's hollowed out so
the teacher can't tell
that inside you're concealing
a college textbook.
Toys are supposed to be fun.
Like these action figures
of dead artists.
Look! Here's a
Salvador Dali dolly.
Ew! Why is it wet?
I don't know.
It's not like I just slapped a
mustache on a Tinkle Time Tina doll.
True, children love
dead artists and pee,
but maybe we can come up
with a few other ideas.
Okay, let's think
outside the box.
No, that's what
we've been doing.
Maybe we should think
inside the box.
Hey! It worked!
I've got the perfect idea!
Check this out.
♪ All around the Christmas tree
♪ From Boston to Atlanta
♪ Saint Nick comes
down the chimney
♪ Pop goes the Santa! ♪
I have an idea! We can
make jack-in-the-boxes!
Nice!
That was my idea. I was
just demonstrating it.
Come on, Chyna, it's not
about taking credit.
It's about helping
the orphans...
with my really good idea.
Hi, Lexi. You got
a Christmas job?
I'm so impressed with
your work ethic.
Thanks! I'm saving up
to get my own butler.
Anyway, I want you to wrap
this special gift I bought.
It's a sweater for my sister.
Do you hate your sister?
Yes!
She thinks she's so pretty.
We'll see how pretty she
looks in this sweater.
Darryl, what are you doing?
I'm not Darryl, I'm a snowman!
Sorry I'm late.
What are you wearing?
You said we were hired to be
rappers, so I came dressed as one.
Yo, can I get a beat?
Just kidding, I brought my own!
Congratulations! We have
made 100 jack-in-the-boxes!
Congratulations! We have
made 99 jack-in-the-boxes!
Who's in charge of
quality control?
He is.
Hey, guys, check out this early
Christmas gift I got from my aunt.
It's a jack-in-the-box!
Whoa!
It's our jack-in-the-box.
Where did your aunt get this?
A website. "Skidmore's
Hand-Crafted Toys."
Hey, that's our
principal's name!
Skidmore's selling the
boxes we made for profit,
and the orphans get nothing!
Wow, I resent being
forced to work
in sweatshop-like conditions
under false pretenses!
But I must say, I do admire
her entrepreneurial spirit.
Very Christmas-y.
Principal Skidmore, we know
what you've been up to.
You know we've been serving
porcupine milk at the cafeteria?
Uh, not that.
You know we've been serving
porcupine meat in the cafeteria?
No!
You know that we've been...
Why don't you just
tell me what you know.
We know that you've been selling
our jack-in-the-boxes for profit.
You said you were
helping the needy.
I am. I'm needy.
I need money!
I can't believe you'd
do something like this.
Especially at Christmas.
I am disgusted. How do
you sleep at night?
I don't. I sleep during the day.
At night, I go prowling for
silver foxes at the discotheques.
I'm now more disgusted.
Uh, excuse me, I'm here
about the Santa Claus job.
I'm looking for
the mall manager.
Ho, ho, ho! That would be me.
The name's Nick.
Uh, Darryl Parks.
Darryl, good to meet you.
I've been looking high and low
for someone who could
pass as Santa.
I think you might fit the bill.
Okay. So, I would get to sit up on
that chair and spy on everybody?
I mean, to see who's
naughty or nice.
I'd like to hire you, but you
have to provide your own elf.
My own elf? Yes, and good luck.
I've been trying to
find one for months.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a
meeting with my assistant manager.
Don't worry. I know
where to find an elf.
Dad, you promised I'd never
have to dress like an elf again
after that time you made
me live in the tree house
and bake cookies.
I know, but I need your help for a
top secret police investigation.
So secret, you
can't tell anyone.
Not even Mom?
Especially not Mom.
Last time I told her a secret,
she blabbed it to everyone.
You wear pink underpants.
I can't believe Skidmore.
Christmas is supposed to
be about love, and joy,
and kindness to your fellow man.
Let's pound her into a
fine, powdery paste!
We need to teach
Skidmore a lesson!
And not something she'd
enjoy, like trigonometry!
We should teach her a lesson.
And I think I know
just how to do it.
♪ As your gift for
Christmas this year
♪ I hope you get the measles
♪ You have a heart
that's made of stone
♪ Take this, you weasel! ♪
I've got it! We rig the next
batch of jack-in-the-boxes
with booby traps to go
off in Skidmore's face.
Fletcher, you are on fire!
"Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
"Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas."
This story's a
little repetitive.
"Printed in the Philippines."
Wow, what a twist ending.
Excuse me, ladies? Have either of you
seen anything out of the ordinary?
Besides you in tights?
Hi, Mrs. Parks. I wrapped
that ugly sweater for you.
Your sister will
be so surprised.
Cameron? What are you doing?
I'm not Cameron, I'm an elf!
So, in exactly two hours,
our jack-in-the-boxes are set
to go off in Skidmore's face!
Fletcher, I'm still in
awe of your genius.
What?
Kids, I thought about
what you said to me,
and last night I
had an awful dream
where I was visited by the
ghost of my Christmases
past, present, and future.
In one night?
I would think your past alone
would take a good month.
And given your age, I'm surprised
you even had a future.
Shut it!
The point is I've
decided to be nice!
To make amends, I have donated
the entire last batch of
toys to the orphanage.
What?
I just dropped them off. And
I've got to say, it felt good.
This is terrible.
We've got to find
a way to sneak in
and get those
jack-in-the-boxes back
before they go off
in the orphanage!
I've got it! You can
get on my shoulders,
and Chyna can get
on your shoulders,
and we can put on a trench coat,
and pretend to be the
orphanage inspector.
That's ridiculous. We'll never
find a trench coat that long.
But there might be another
way for us to sneak in.
You know the front door
was unlocked, right?
Yeah, we know. What's
fun about a door?
Let's go get those
jack-in-the-boxes.
Which ones are they? All these
boxes are the same size.
Maybe we could tell
by shaking them.
Okay, that's not one of them.
Yeah, yeah, I heard you, man.
Video games, a new bike,
world peace, blah blah blah.
Where do you think you're going?
Santa's just going to the bathroom
to deliver a lump of coal.
Well, ho-ho-hold it in!
Cameron! Psst!
I have reason to believe
your mother may be
the mastermind behind
this whole crime spree.
I knew it! She's been acting
very suspicious lately.
The other day I saw her
wiping the refrigerator door.
I asked what she was
doing, and she said,
"Getting rid of these
fingerprints."
Exactly! She's over there.
Now, follow her, see what's in
her bag, and report back to me.
I'm on it.
Pink underpants? Dad
will love these!
And I'm sure they'll
look good on you too...
sir.
Ugh! No jack-in-the-box
in this one, either.
I can't believe how many
presents there are.
Yee-haw!
Oh, come on! Can you
guys please help me?
These jack-in-the-boxes are
going to go off any minute!
Hey, careful!
Can't you see we're in the middle
of a congressional hearing?
Yee-haw!
Okay, here's that wrapping
paper you wanted wrapped.
Great gift, by the way.
I need a little help here.
Paisley?
I couldn't wrap this rocking
chair, so I went with Plan B.
You wrapped yourself?
How is that Plan B?
Well, when the family opens
me on Christmas morning,
I'll say, "Hey, you got a really cool
rocking chair, but I couldn't wrap it.
"And can I use your bathroom?
"Because I've been under
your tree all night."
Ho, ho, ho. What would
you like for Christmas?
Well, let's see. I want a
dolly, and I want a tea set,
and I want to know what the
heck you're up to, Darryl!
Dad, don't let that dude with
the beard sit in your lap.
Wow, the likeness is uncanny.
Darryl, I want to know
what's going on right now.
Normally, I would lie to you,
but since it's Christmas...
I decided to pose as Santa Claus
to find out what you
were buying me.
What? I'm not on an undercover
top-secret mission?
So I guess this
badge is fake too?
I can't believe you!
Ha! You missed me by ten feet!
You hit that giant
candy cane, and...
Uh-oh.
Rose? It's me.
We're going to need
another ambulance.
Great!
Now, where am I gonna find a Santa
Claus and an elf to fill in?
Of course! It's so obvious!
This is my worst nightmare.
I'm chubby and I
have facial hair!
I don't worry about
the way that I look,
I have high elf-esteem.
Look! It's Santa and the elves!
And they're stealing our toys!
Let's get 'em! Orphan style!
Oh, well, we're not stealing.
We're...
fixing some broken
toys from my workshop.
Come on! We've got to stop these
toys before they explode!
Aw, Santa! What kind of
cookies did you eat?
These are the greatest toys ever!
Thank you so much!
Well, I'm glad you like them.
We made them in the North Pole.
Yeah, we're a team here,
but they were all my idea.
That's not true,
you filthy liar!
These tags say they're from
someone named Ms. Skidmore.
She must be the nicest person
in the whole wide world.
What are you talking about?
She's...
An angel.
It's Christmas.
Merry Christmas, kids!
I'm so glad this Christmas we
decided to buy something together,
for the both of us. Mmm.
I love this hammock.
Yeah. Too bad they were out
of the self-rocking ones.
How much longer do
I have to do this?
All right. Go on, Cameron,
open your present.
Aw, that's so cute!
This is my present?
Remember when you were telling
Santa what you wanted,
and you thought I
wasn't listening?
Look in the box.
Two tickets to the 49ers game!
Dad, I love it!
Mom, me and you are going
to a football game.
Okay. Well, Daddy,
now you've got to open
your present from me.
Ah!
My baby.
It's a gift card for your
favorite restaurant.
The hospital cafeteria! I love it!
Thank you, sweetie!
Chyna, your turn.
Open your present.
Oh, I can't wait
to see what I got!
You got a tuba, but
I couldn't wrap it!
Where's the bathroom?
Right up there.
Cutting down the tree,
taking Dad to the
emergency room,
hanging up the lights,
taking Dad to the
emergency room.
Singing Christmas carols.
Taking Dad to the
emergency room.
It's amazing how much
his "fa la la la la"
sounds like the mating
call of a raccoon.
Hey, rabies is no
laughing matter.
We're gonna mail these Christmas
cards to your nurses and doctors.
Try not to get hurt while
we're away, honey.
Don't worry. I'm just going
to hang these stockings.
With this nail gun!
Chyna, don't let your
father play with this.
Okay.
Hey, wait! You're standing under
the mistletoe. Give me a kiss.
Darryl...
Come on, I dislocated my
shoulder putting that up.
Good day.
All right.
Get out!
If you're looking for the tip of'rour
thumb, Mom put it in the freezer.
Actually, I'm looking for
the present your mom got me
so I know what to get her.
If I spend less than
her, I look cheap.
If I spend more than her,
I make her look bad.
To be fair, that rhinestone
pantsuit you bought her last year
really did make her look bad.
The point is, if I
knew what she got me,
I could get her something
that costs exactly the same.
What did she buy me?
Nothing. Perfect.
I'm done shopping.
I meant nothing yet.
She's doing her shopping
over the weekend.
That's it. I'll secretly
spy on her at the mall
to see what she gets me.
But now it's time to
hang this wreath.
Hey, Rose. Yeah, it's me again.
In about five minutes, we're
gonna need an ambulance.
♪ Ooh, ooh Doo, doo
Whoo!
♪ Everybody's got that thing
♪ Something different
we all bring
♪ Don't you let 'em
clip your wings
♪ You got it You got it
♪ We're on fire and we blaze
♪ In extraordinary ways
♪ 365 days
♪ We got it We got it
♪ You can dream it
♪ You can be it
♪ If you can feel it
♪ You can believe it
♪ 'Cause I am, you are, we are
♪ Exceptional Exceptional
♪ Yeah, I am, you are, we are
♪ Exceptional Exceptional
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
Whoo!
Oh, I love the holiday season.
I don't know. To me, Christmas
has become so un-commercialized.
No one focuses on what this
season is truly about.
Economics.
What?
Seventy-eight percent earned
during the Christmas,
and to a lesser degree,
Chanukah season.
Joy and good cheer won't put us on
the road to financial recovery.
Attention minions!
Your natural talents
to make toys for me.
Aren't you a little
old for toys?
Or, really, anything
and orthopedic shoes?
I may be old but I'm
going to outlive you!
And the toys are not for me.
They're for a group
the local orphanage.
Aw, that's a great idea,
Principal Skidmore.
It will really make their
Christmas special.
Yeah. Who wants
store-bought toy made,
when you can get
by an 11-year-old
with Popsicle sticks and glue?
Merry Christmas!
Okay, we need to come
up with a toy to make.
What do little kids
like to play with?
Fire. Sharp objects.
Abandoned wells.
How about yo-yos?
Yo-yos? They're
incredibly dangerous!
I made the perfect thing.
It looks like a high
school textbook,
but it's hollowed out so
the teacher can't tell
that inside you're concealing
a college textbook.
Toys are supposed to be fun.
Like these action figures
of dead artists.
Look! Here's a
Salvador Dali dolly.
Ew! Why is it wet?
I don't know.
It's not like I just slapped a
mustache on a Tinkle Time Tina doll.
True, children love
dead artists and pee,
but maybe we can come up
with a few other ideas.
Okay, let's think
outside the box.
No, that's what
we've been doing.
Maybe we should think
inside the box.
Hey! It worked!
I've got the perfect idea!
Check this out.
♪ All around the Christmas tree
♪ From Boston to Atlanta
♪ Saint Nick comes
down the chimney
♪ Pop goes the Santa! ♪
I have an idea! We can
make jack-in-the-boxes!
Nice!
That was my idea. I was
just demonstrating it.
Come on, Chyna, it's not
about taking credit.
It's about helping
the orphans...
with my really good idea.
Hi, Lexi. You got
a Christmas job?
I'm so impressed with
your work ethic.
Thanks! I'm saving up
to get my own butler.
Anyway, I want you to wrap
this special gift I bought.
It's a sweater for my sister.
Do you hate your sister?
Yes!
She thinks she's so pretty.
We'll see how pretty she
looks in this sweater.
Darryl, what are you doing?
I'm not Darryl, I'm a snowman!
Sorry I'm late.
What are you wearing?
You said we were hired to be
rappers, so I came dressed as one.
Yo, can I get a beat?
Just kidding, I brought my own!
Congratulations! We have
made 100 jack-in-the-boxes!
Congratulations! We have
made 99 jack-in-the-boxes!
Who's in charge of
quality control?
He is.
Hey, guys, check out this early
Christmas gift I got from my aunt.
It's a jack-in-the-box!
Whoa!
It's our jack-in-the-box.
Where did your aunt get this?
A website. "Skidmore's
Hand-Crafted Toys."
Hey, that's our
principal's name!
Skidmore's selling the
boxes we made for profit,
and the orphans get nothing!
Wow, I resent being
forced to work
in sweatshop-like conditions
under false pretenses!
But I must say, I do admire
her entrepreneurial spirit.
Very Christmas-y.
Principal Skidmore, we know
what you've been up to.
You know we've been serving
porcupine milk at the cafeteria?
Uh, not that.
You know we've been serving
porcupine meat in the cafeteria?
No!
You know that we've been...
Why don't you just
tell me what you know.
We know that you've been selling
our jack-in-the-boxes for profit.
You said you were
helping the needy.
I am. I'm needy.
I need money!
I can't believe you'd
do something like this.
Especially at Christmas.
I am disgusted. How do
you sleep at night?
I don't. I sleep during the day.
At night, I go prowling for
silver foxes at the discotheques.
I'm now more disgusted.
Uh, excuse me, I'm here
about the Santa Claus job.
I'm looking for
the mall manager.
Ho, ho, ho! That would be me.
The name's Nick.
Uh, Darryl Parks.
Darryl, good to meet you.
I've been looking high and low
for someone who could
pass as Santa.
I think you might fit the bill.
Okay. So, I would get to sit up on
that chair and spy on everybody?
I mean, to see who's
naughty or nice.
I'd like to hire you, but you
have to provide your own elf.
My own elf? Yes, and good luck.
I've been trying to
find one for months.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a
meeting with my assistant manager.
Don't worry. I know
where to find an elf.
Dad, you promised I'd never
have to dress like an elf again
after that time you made
me live in the tree house
and bake cookies.
I know, but I need your help for a
top secret police investigation.
So secret, you
can't tell anyone.
Not even Mom?
Especially not Mom.
Last time I told her a secret,
she blabbed it to everyone.
You wear pink underpants.
I can't believe Skidmore.
Christmas is supposed to
be about love, and joy,
and kindness to your fellow man.
Let's pound her into a
fine, powdery paste!
We need to teach
Skidmore a lesson!
And not something she'd
enjoy, like trigonometry!
We should teach her a lesson.
And I think I know
just how to do it.
♪ As your gift for
Christmas this year
♪ I hope you get the measles
♪ You have a heart
that's made of stone
♪ Take this, you weasel! ♪
I've got it! We rig the next
batch of jack-in-the-boxes
with booby traps to go
off in Skidmore's face.
Fletcher, you are on fire!
"Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
"Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas."
This story's a
little repetitive.
"Printed in the Philippines."
Wow, what a twist ending.
Excuse me, ladies? Have either of you
seen anything out of the ordinary?
Besides you in tights?
Hi, Mrs. Parks. I wrapped
that ugly sweater for you.
Your sister will
be so surprised.
Cameron? What are you doing?
I'm not Cameron, I'm an elf!
So, in exactly two hours,
our jack-in-the-boxes are set
to go off in Skidmore's face!
Fletcher, I'm still in
awe of your genius.
What?
Kids, I thought about
what you said to me,
and last night I
had an awful dream
where I was visited by the
ghost of my Christmases
past, present, and future.
In one night?
I would think your past alone
would take a good month.
And given your age, I'm surprised
you even had a future.
Shut it!
The point is I've
decided to be nice!
To make amends, I have donated
the entire last batch of
toys to the orphanage.
What?
I just dropped them off. And
I've got to say, it felt good.
This is terrible.
We've got to find
a way to sneak in
and get those
jack-in-the-boxes back
before they go off
in the orphanage!
I've got it! You can
get on my shoulders,
and Chyna can get
on your shoulders,
and we can put on a trench coat,
and pretend to be the
orphanage inspector.
That's ridiculous. We'll never
find a trench coat that long.
But there might be another
way for us to sneak in.
You know the front door
was unlocked, right?
Yeah, we know. What's
fun about a door?
Let's go get those
jack-in-the-boxes.
Which ones are they? All these
boxes are the same size.
Maybe we could tell
by shaking them.
Okay, that's not one of them.
Yeah, yeah, I heard you, man.
Video games, a new bike,
world peace, blah blah blah.
Where do you think you're going?
Santa's just going to the bathroom
to deliver a lump of coal.
Well, ho-ho-hold it in!
Cameron! Psst!
I have reason to believe
your mother may be
the mastermind behind
this whole crime spree.
I knew it! She's been acting
very suspicious lately.
The other day I saw her
wiping the refrigerator door.
I asked what she was
doing, and she said,
"Getting rid of these
fingerprints."
Exactly! She's over there.
Now, follow her, see what's in
her bag, and report back to me.
I'm on it.
Pink underpants? Dad
will love these!
And I'm sure they'll
look good on you too...
sir.
Ugh! No jack-in-the-box
in this one, either.
I can't believe how many
presents there are.
Yee-haw!
Oh, come on! Can you
guys please help me?
These jack-in-the-boxes are
going to go off any minute!
Hey, careful!
Can't you see we're in the middle
of a congressional hearing?
Yee-haw!
Okay, here's that wrapping
paper you wanted wrapped.
Great gift, by the way.
I need a little help here.
Paisley?
I couldn't wrap this rocking
chair, so I went with Plan B.
You wrapped yourself?
How is that Plan B?
Well, when the family opens
me on Christmas morning,
I'll say, "Hey, you got a really cool
rocking chair, but I couldn't wrap it.
"And can I use your bathroom?
"Because I've been under
your tree all night."
Ho, ho, ho. What would
you like for Christmas?
Well, let's see. I want a
dolly, and I want a tea set,
and I want to know what the
heck you're up to, Darryl!
Dad, don't let that dude with
the beard sit in your lap.
Wow, the likeness is uncanny.
Darryl, I want to know
what's going on right now.
Normally, I would lie to you,
but since it's Christmas...
I decided to pose as Santa Claus
to find out what you
were buying me.
What? I'm not on an undercover
top-secret mission?
So I guess this
badge is fake too?
I can't believe you!
Ha! You missed me by ten feet!
You hit that giant
candy cane, and...
Uh-oh.
Rose? It's me.
We're going to need
another ambulance.
Great!
Now, where am I gonna find a Santa
Claus and an elf to fill in?
Of course! It's so obvious!
This is my worst nightmare.
I'm chubby and I
have facial hair!
I don't worry about
the way that I look,
I have high elf-esteem.
Look! It's Santa and the elves!
And they're stealing our toys!
Let's get 'em! Orphan style!
Oh, well, we're not stealing.
We're...
fixing some broken
toys from my workshop.
Come on! We've got to stop these
toys before they explode!
Aw, Santa! What kind of
cookies did you eat?
These are the greatest toys ever!
Thank you so much!
Well, I'm glad you like them.
We made them in the North Pole.
Yeah, we're a team here,
but they were all my idea.
That's not true,
you filthy liar!
These tags say they're from
someone named Ms. Skidmore.
She must be the nicest person
in the whole wide world.
What are you talking about?
She's...
An angel.
It's Christmas.
Merry Christmas, kids!
I'm so glad this Christmas we
decided to buy something together,
for the both of us. Mmm.
I love this hammock.
Yeah. Too bad they were out
of the self-rocking ones.
How much longer do
I have to do this?
All right. Go on, Cameron,
open your present.
Aw, that's so cute!
This is my present?
Remember when you were telling
Santa what you wanted,
and you thought I
wasn't listening?
Look in the box.
Two tickets to the 49ers game!
Dad, I love it!
Mom, me and you are going
to a football game.
Okay. Well, Daddy,
now you've got to open
your present from me.
Ah!
My baby.
It's a gift card for your
favorite restaurant.
The hospital cafeteria! I love it!
Thank you, sweetie!
Chyna, your turn.
Open your present.
Oh, I can't wait
to see what I got!
You got a tuba, but
I couldn't wrap it!
Where's the bathroom?
Right up there.