Regular Show (2009–2017): Season 8, Episode 23 - Christmas in Space - full transcript

The guys celebrate their first Christmas in space by opening presents, eating peppermint bark and telling Christmas stories. Benson wants the stories to be more Christmas-y, but the guys keep adding scary elements, which only infuriate their boss.

[BELLS JINGLING]

[♪♪♪]

First ever Christmas

in space, guys.

[SLURPS] First Christmas

hot chocolate in space.

First time eating

Benson's peppermint bark

in space.

My first time

making peppermint bark in space.



To be honest, the process

is similar to the Earth version,

but somehow

it just tastes better up here.

Yep. There's only one way

this Christmas could be

any more special.

If we finally receive a message

from our loved ones

telling us they're all right

and we'll see

them again before we die?

Eileen, he's talking about

telling cool Christmas stories.



Ho ho ho-o-o-o-o.

Well, it's really more of

a Halloween thing.

What I'm talking about

are cool Christmas stories

in the form of a song.

Carols.

And handbells. Huh?

So I'll sing the chorus,

and then you guys pick it up.

♪ Ding dong ding dong ♪

Let's save the bell jingling

for when you're by yourself.

Until then, I got a story

about an icy snow planet

called Celsius.

Now remember--we can only stay

while there's sunlight,

and Celsius only has sunlight

for five minutes.

Because if you're here

after it gets dark...

Yeah, the Celsian snow monsters

will get us.

You told us that,

like, ten times already.

I'm making sure you understand

the premise of this place.

But we haven't seen snow

in forever.

Yeah. Snow's what makes

Christmas Christmas.

That and presents.

White Christmas.

White Christmas.

All right, all right.

Five minutes, everyone,

starting...

now.

[BEEP]

Snow day.

[LAUGHING]

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Ha ha ha ha. Look.

[GIGGLING]

ALL: Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

All right. Cute

don't stop the sun from setting.

Come on, let's get

a white Christmas move-on.

["SILENT NIGHT" PLAYING]

[BEEPS]

Okay, that was fun.

Back to the dome, everybody.

But wait. I haven't done the

Sorenstein Hanukkah tradition

of skiing down a big slope

in my underwear.

Well, make it quick.

We only have,

like, ten seconds left

before the sun sets.

Relax, bro. Here I go.

Aah.

Oh, come on.

You're fine.

Get up. We don't have time

for this.

[SOBBING]

I don't know.

It looks a little twisted?

You can walk.

[TIMER BEEPS]

Ahh. Oh, no.

Merry Christ--

[ROARS]

Back to the ship.

Back to the ship.

[SCREAMING]

Merry Christmas.

[PANTING]

[GRUNTING]

Almost there.

Just keep running.

[SCREAMING]

Merry Christmas.

MONSTERS: Merry Christmas.

Okay, I'm not really sure

what to do now.

There's only one thing

we can do--

use your presents as weapons.

It's holding them off.

Keep throwing stuff. Unh.

Eileen, I spent a long time

customizing that for you.

Huuh.

Mordecai, I had to

special order that

from

the Sno-Cone Machine planet.

I know. And I really

appreciate it,

but Christmas

isn't about gifts.

What? Yes, it is.

Dude, what are you gonna

take with you

when all this is all over?

The stuff?

No. Uhh.

The memories.

Unh.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

What do you mean, Mordecai?

What Christmas

is really about is spending...

Spending money?

No.

Mordecai, what's it about?

It's about

spending time with friends.

[ALL SCREAM]

Huh?

POPS: Ludlow

the Laser-Nosed Reindeer?

That's right. Santa sent me.

He said he's sorry

he couldn't be here,

but he's super-proud of you guys

for realizing

the true spirit of Christmas.

Whoa, it's really him.

From the Ludlow series.

He looks just like himself.

Merry Christmas, guys.

I'll take it from here.

EILEEN: Cool. It's

more effective than presents.

ALL: Thanks, Ludlow.

No problem.

See you guys

on the next Christmas special.

Whoa.

It's so realistic.

He barely has to move.

Stiff as a board.

Well, what did you guys think?

Considering

we got our white Christmas,

made it out alive,

and I didn't have to sacrifice

my awesome new

two-wheel scooter, I'd say...

ALL: Best Christmas ever.

[COUGHING]

Was that supposed to be

heart-warming?

Because it was really

more scary than anything.

I thought it was good.

Oh, come on. Snow monsters?

Laser-nosed Rudolph rip-off?

If we're gonna tell

Christmas stories,

which I maintain,

is an inappropriate

means of celebration,

they should at least be

wintry stories like this one.

We were flying through

a Christmas-themed

asteroid field.

Open your next gift, Skips.

This one's from me and Rigby.

We pooled all our gifts

this year.

That way, if one us forgets,

you can just write your name

on the card and nobody knows.

I learned it from my dad.

Uh, thanks.

It's a bazooka.

Merry Christmas.

What am I supposed to do

with it?

It's a T-shirt cannon.

Yeah.

They use 'em

at monster-truck rallies

to keep unruly fans at bay.

From now on, whenever some jerk

gets out of control,

you can be all "Hey, punk,

safe-tee not guaranteed."

Whoops.

Unh.

Oh.

What a wonderful message.

Well, that's all the gifts.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

It's cool we found

this asteroid field

where they celebrate Christmas

all the time.

Wish we could've

got some snow, though.

Forget snow. I wish

we could get some carollers.

Oh, yeah, carollers.

I wouldn't mind

some carollers.

Look, all I'm saying

is the odds of a caroller

knocking on the door right now

are slim to none.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Was anyone expecting company?

[KNOCKING]

Uh, hey, dude.

Nice jacket.

[♪♪♪]

Uh...

I think it's a caroller.

♪ On the first day of Christmas

My true love gave to me ♪

♪ A partridge in a pear tree ♪

Are those pears?

I haven't had fruit

that wasn't freeze-dried

since we left Earth.

Hmm.

You're cool with me,

mysterious space dirtbag.

Aah.

Get it off. Get it off.

Rigby.

Ha ha. I like this guy.

Unh. Dude, what--

♪ Waah ♪

♪ On the second day of Christmas

My true love gave to me ♪

♪ Two turtle doves

And a partridge in a pear tree ♪

[LAUGHING]

Aah. Get 'em off.

Get 'em off.

Okay, dude, thanks for the show,

but you gotta--

♪ Waah ♪

♪ On the third day of Christmas

My true love gave to me ♪

No.

♪ Three French hens ♪

♪ Two turtle doves

And a partridge in a pear tree ♪

Waah.

[GASPING]

What do we do?

What do we do?

I-- don't know.

Excuse me. Aah.

[GROWLS]

♪ On the fourth day

of Christmas ♪

♪ My true love gave to me ♪

♪ Four calling birds ♪

♪ Three French hens

Two turtle doves ♪

♪ And a partridge

In a pear tree ♪

Why does this song

have so many birds?

Ahh.

♪ On ♪

♪ The fifth day of Christmas

My true love... ♪

Shut up.

♪ Five golden rings ♪

Unh.

♪ Waah ♪

[SCREAMING]

Watch out.

[HONKS]

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTING]

This is crazy.

How do we get rid of this guy?

I don't know. What makes

a caroller leave you alone?

Uh...

oh, dude, cookies.

My mom always gave them cookies,

and they'd go away.

Everyone,

we... need... cookies.

It's for the greater good.

The greater good.

Santa's not the only one

eating cookies tonight.

But we're all out of milk,

so these babies

are going down dry.

♪ Partridges, partridges, waah ♪

[GRUNTING]

Huh? Oh.

[LAUGHING]

[♪♪♪]

Yeah.

Handbell breakdown.

[♪♪♪]

[GROWLS]

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTS]

Hmm.

Cookies now.

[GRUNTS]

Come get some.

[SNARLS]

Cookies.

[GRUNTS]

It's all I've ever wanted.

Thank you.

Waah.

You said you wanted snow.

Now that's a Christmas story,

am I right?

Dude, you're not gonna make

handbells cool.

Yeah. Scale back

the agenda, bro.

Handbells represent

the purity and togetherness

of the holidays, you idiots.

[CLANGING]

They sound like

angels whispering,

and if you can't get that

through your skulls,

that's on you, not me.

We need more peppermint bark.

I'll be right back.

[BELLS JINGLING]

Think we should

go check on Benson?

Bells.

Don't know anything about bells.

Ah, let him cool off

in there.

Yeah. Besides, we've got

another Christmas story.

It starts off just like this.

Yeah, only Benson's

in a good mood.

Hey, I heard that.

Ho ho ho.

Merry Christmas.

Santa's got lots of presents

for each and every one of you.

One for Muscleman.

One for Fives and Eileen.

One for Skips. One for Pops.

Wait. No.

This one's for Skips again.

You must've been extra good.

Pops' present is...

Well, I know it's here.

Santa had his little helpers

get it for him.

You were supposed to get

Pops' present weeks ago.

I even made a packet

specifically telling you

what he wants,

where to get it,

how much it was, who to talk to.

That's too many instructions.

You confused us.

What are we getting again?

An old-fashioned typewriter.

Just go get it now

or Pops will be crushed.

Look at him.

P-P-Present?

But it's Christmas.

All the malls are closed.

There's one mall open,

theoretically.

Benson said

it was around here somewhere.

Uhh. How are we supposed to

find this place

if it's theoretical?

Wait, look.

[♪♪♪]

Do we go in?

[BOTH SCREAMING]

Huh? Where are we?

Where's the cart?

Took care of it for you.

Valet services, you see.

Hmm, that's convenient.

Is this the mall?

You could say it's a mall,

theoretically.

What brings you two here?

Last-minute holiday shopping,

I take it.

Basically we're here to buy

an old-fashioned typewriter.

Ah, those are on

the fifth floor,

or should I say

the Fifth Dimension?

What?

Now, now, we've got many floors

and dimensions to get through.

[DING]

First floor, First Dimension.

[BOTH SCREAM]

BOTH: What was that?

Ah, it's all part of the ride--

dimensions and so on.

Whew, this seems normal.

Aah. 2-d.

Cool.

Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm.

Finally, the mall.

Whoa, dude,

they have froyo here.

We should totally get froyo

after this.

Uh...

what was that?

In the fifth dimension,

you can see

all of your possible paths,

even ones

you don't choose to do.

Don't dillydally.

The longer you stay,

the more complicated

things will become. Good luck.

Come on. Let's just

get that typewriter

and get out of here.

Should we go up or down?

Uh...

BOTH: Whoa.

Fifth Dimension.

Dude, video games.

Rigby, wait. Focus, dude.

[LAUGHING]

No more distractions.

Just think "typewriter."

Typewriter, typewriter,

typewriter, typewriter.

[♪♪♪]

Finally.

Let's get this to Pops.

MAN OVER P.A.:

Attention, customers--

the mall is now closed

and will soon be imploding.

Merry Christmas.

What?

Hurry, to the elevator.

[LAUGHING]

[SCREAMING]

[PANTING]

Dude, the elevator's closing.

Theoretically not.

[BELL DINGS]

Huh?

Looks, like you two had fun...

theoretically.

[GROANS]

BOTH: Merry Christmas, Pops.

A typewriter.

Just what I needed

to finish my memoir.

Should I set it up

in the kitchen or my room?

We could do both,

theoretically.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

The end.

I liked the elevator.

Yeah, very inventive.

Oh, but the typewriter

was my favourite.

So, you guys

want to treat Christmas

like it's Halloween, huh?

Well, have I got a story

for you.

[CRUNCH]

All right, we got

a lot of work to do

to make it look Christmas-y

around here.

Skips and Muscleman,

set up the fake snow machine.

Pops, you handle the wreaths.

Mordecai and Rigby,

go decorate the Snack Shack,

and go easy on the lights,

Rigby.

Yeah, yeah, I got it.

Dude, don't you think

this is a little much?

Remember what Benson said?

Benson's a Scrooge.

[BUZZING]

Aah. Not again.

Why do you always disobey me?

Whatever. You're not my dad.

You know what, Rigby?

You're bad.

You're a bad boy,

and you have been all year.

Tsk. Name one time.

Rigby, you... are a...

bad... boy.

Hey, man, no one's perfect.

Well, enough is enough.

No Santa for you

this Christmas.

This year, you'll get a visit

from Krampus.

Who?

He's the anti-Santa.

Instead of giving presents,

Krampus comes to punish

all the bad children

by stuffing them

into his basket.

Huh.

It's a European thing.

I'm sending him

an e-mail about you right now.

You wouldn't do that.

[BEEP]

[GASPS]

You're ruining my life.

[SOBBING]

You know Krampus isn't real,

right?

Oh, I know.

Just trying to scare him.

[BELLS JINGLING]

[BEEPING]

Oh, Benson?

We have an incoming call

from somebody named Kram... pus.

Huh?

Hi. Hello.

Is there a Rigby onboard?

Uh, Krampus.

It's really you. Ha.

I gotta be honest,

I didn't even know you existed.

Yeah, I got your e-mail.

You know, the one about me

stealing Rigby

and punishing him forever?

Oh, that?

That was just a joke.

We don't really need you,

but thanks, anyway.

"Thanks, anyway"?

It was a real hassle

getting over here, you know.

You've wasted my time, Benson.

You're bad!

You've been a bad boy!

[ALL SCREAM]

[ROARS]

[SIREN WAILS]

He broke through.

Get to your battle stations.

Go, go, go.

[BEEPING]

[ALL GASP]

You're bad.

You're all bad.

You know what that means.

Bask in my basket.

Aah.

This ain't no gift basket.

[GROANS]

Get in here, you basket case.

[WHIMPERS]

♪ A-tisket, a-tasket ♪

♪ I'll put this green chunkadunk

in my basket ♪

Stop. These puns are terrible.

[ALL SCREAM]

[CACKLING]

Krampus, please.

It doesn't have to be this way.

I came to punish Rigby,

and I'm not leaving until I do.

Hey, I'm his boss.

If anyone is gonna punish Rigby,

it's me.

[TONE RINGS]

Ow. What is that

horrible sound?

Oh, wait. These?

[KRAMPUS YOWLS] Handbells?

Why does it always

have to be handbells?

Guys, catch.

[GROWLS]

Follow my lead.

[♪♪♪]

[GROWLS]

I can't handle

such concentrated

Christmas cheer.

[SCREAMING]

We are free.

Ha ha ha.

We are free.

Ha ha ha ha.

Whoa. Krampus

was made of fruitcakes.

It's a Christmas miracle.

Benson, you were right.

Jeez, when will I learn

not to question your authority?

Don't beat yourself up.

You'll learn someday.

Well, I definitely learned

one thing--

handbells are the coolest.

Handbells. Handbells. Handbells.

Handbells. Handbells.

Handbells, handbells, handbells.

Dude, Benson, that was actually

a pretty cool story

till you ruined it

with the handbells.

Yeah.

Nobody likes handbells.

[THUD]

Ho ho ho. Did I hear

someone say "handbells"?

Oh, gross. Who are you?

I'm not gross.

I'm Space Santa, silly.

I've been travelling

billions of light years

to find someone who has

just as much Christmas spirit

as I do,

and that someone

is you, Benson.

Me?

Yep. Put 'er there.

Handbells.

You bet.

Ho ho ho ho.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

ALL: Merry Christmas.

Heh heh heh. Heh heh. The end.

[♪♪♪]

[BOTH CHUCKLE]