(Sleigh bells jingling)
♪
♪ Get the decorations ♪
♪ Going to hang them all around ♪
♪ Going to do some sledding ♪
♪ When the snow starts falling down ♪
♪ Been a long time coming ♪
♪ And we had to wait and wait ♪
♪ But it's finally Christmas ♪
♪ We can finally celebrate ♪
♪ For a year we've been trying ♪
♪ To wait patiently ♪
♪ Now, it's here ♪
♪ There's a real electricity ♪
♪ Can you believe it's finally Christmas ♪
♪ We waited forever to sing this song ♪
♪ Can you believe it's finally Christmas ♪
♪ What's up, Christmas ♪
♪ What took you so long ♪
♪ Going to bake some cookies ♪
♪ For a taste of Christmas cheer ♪
♪ Is it any wonder ♪
♪ That they always disappear ♪
♪ Packages with ribbons ♪
♪ Underneath the glowing lights ♪
♪ Sitting by the fire ♪
♪ On a cozy winter night ♪
♪ And when friends come together ♪
♪ To laugh and share ♪
♪ We can send love to everyone everywhere ♪
♪ Can you believe it's finally Christmas ♪
♪ We waited forever to sing this song ♪
♪ Can you believe it's finally Christmas ♪
♪ What's up, Christmas ♪
♪ What took you so long ♪
♪ Why do we need another Christmas ♪
♪ There's nothing for me in Santa's sack ♪
♪ Why do we need another Christmas ♪
♪ Goodbye, Christmas and never come back ♪
♪ Santa Claus, it's Rubble ♪
♪ I don't know if you can hear ♪
♪ But I hope you've noticed ♪
♪ I've been extra nice this year ♪
♪ There's a Christmas yearning ♪
♪ Only one thing can fulfill ♪
♪ So, I'm kind of begging ♪
♪ Can I have this laser drill ♪
♪ Carbon tip and an extra two batteries ♪
♪ Plus the grip is titanium Santa, please ♪
♪ Can you believe it's finally Christmas ♪
♪ We waited forever to sing this song ♪
♪ Can you believe it's finally Christmas ♪
♪ What's up, Christmas ♪
♪ What's up, Christmas don't forget the laser drill ♪
♪ What took you so long ♪
Hey, guys. Check it out.
(Everyone laughing)
(Phone ringing)
Ryder here.
Oh, Ryder. Thank goodness you're there.
What's wrong, Mayor Goodway?
I'm happy to report that nothing's wrong.
But we need your help
to finish decorating this magnificent Christmas tree
before the annual tree-lighting festival.
As you can see, we've run out of ladder.
I need you and the pups to help put this very big star
at the very top of this very tall tree.
RYDER: We're on it.
No Christmas tree is too big. No pup is too small.
PAW Patrol, to the Lookout.
PUPS: Ryder needs us.
(Cheering)
Whoa!
Marshall, slow down!
(Objects clattering)
I just decked the halls with myself.
(Everyone laughing)
(Elevator bell dinging)
PAW Patrol ready for holiday action,
Ryder, sir.
Thanks for hustling, pups.
Mayor Goodway needs our help
to finish decorating the Christmas tree
in the town square.
(Sighing) I sure do love Christmas.
And I have a surprise.
All of your pup vehicles have been decorated.
Awesome!
Woo-hoo!
(Laughing) I'm glad you like them.
So, for this mission, I'll need Skye.
You'll use your copter to lift the star
to the top of the tree.
(Barking) Let's take that star to the sky.
And Marshall.
I need you to extend your fire truck ladder
to reach all the way up to the top of the tree.
This pup is fired up-up-up.
And Rubble, I need you to use your scoop
to put that star into place.
Rubble on the Christmas double.
All right. PAW Patrol is on a roll!
(Pups barking, howling)
♪ PAW Patrol ♪
(Barking)
♪ Snow, snow, snow, snow ♪
♪ PAW Patrol ♪
Whoa, whoa!
♪ Snow, snow, snow, snow ♪
Whoa.
(Barking, howling)
♪ Snow, snow, Skye ♪
♪ Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow ♪
♪ PAW Patrol ♪
♪ Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow ♪
Whoa!
♪ Marshall ♪
♪ Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow ♪
- (Howling) - ♪ Rubble ♪
♪ Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow ♪
♪ PAW Patrol, PAW Patrol ♪
(Tires squealing, engine revving)
♪
RUBBLE: Whoa!
That's, like, the biggest
Christmas tree in the history of Christmas trees.
There's so much room for presents underneath.
Santa could put the laser drill right over there.
(Sniffing)
Or maybe there.
(Gasping) There.
So many great spots to put a laser drill.
(Backup indicator beeping)
All right, Rubble. You're up.
Ready to roll.
Oof. Ladder me, Marshall.
(Barking) Ladder.
RUBBLE: Whee!
(Barking) Compact shovel.
Rubble is in position, Ryder.
Great job, Marshall.
Okay, Skye. Let's top that tree.
This puppy's got to fly.
(Helicopter blades whirring)
Rubble, the star is a little crooked.
Try moving it a little to the left.
Your left or my left?
Your left.
Whoa! Phew.
The star is secure.
(Cheering)
Thanks to the PAW Patrol,
the town's beautiful Christmas tree is ready for Santa.
(Applauding)
- Here, Chickaletta. - (Clucking)
(Simple tune playing on device)
(Cheering and applause)
Ugh.
Christmas. I can't stand Christmas.
The decorations, the singing,
the goody-two-shoes PAW Patrol
putting the star on top of the tree.
(Yowling)
(Shouting)
Oh, what do you have against me, Santa?
Why do you think I'm naughty?
(Yowling)
Well, I'm not naughty.
I am not, not, not naughty!
(Meowing)
(Mayor Humdinger shouting)
(Gasping)
(Guy-wires cracking)
(Ornaments clattering)
Everybody take cover!
Thank you, Rubble.
- (Screaming) - (Barking) Net.
- Yay. - Woo-hoo!
Got it.
(Screaming)
(Cackling)
(Humming)
Oops. I did it again. (Snickering)
(Giggling)
SKYE: We've got to stop it from tipping!
(Gasping)
Everybody push.
(Grunting)
(Humming)
Okay, kitties. Decision time.
Do we walk away and let these people enjoy
their annoying little Christmas tree?
Or do I pull that final cable,
and watch that tree go crashing to the ground?
(Meowing)
Unhook the cable
and ruin Christmas?
- Are you sure? - (Giggling)
Well, if you say so.
(Cackling)
Timber!
SKYE: Uh-oh.
We can't hold it anymore.
- This tree's going down! - Whoa!
Don't look, Chickaletta.
(Clucking)
(Thudding)
(Electricity zapping, ornaments clattering)
(Flames crackling)
(Gasping)
Take that, Christmas!
(Laughing maniacally)
(Scat-singing)
(Flames crackling)
Marshall, put that fire out, quick.
(Barking) Water cannon.
Oh, no. The star!
Come on. We have to save it.
(Barking) Shovel.
(Grunting)
(Water whooshing)
(Cheering)
Good work, pups.
Oh, no. Christmas is ruined.
Santa will be so disappointed.
RYDER: Don't worry, Mayor Goodway.
We're not going to let Santa down on our watch.
Pups, it's time to get that tree back up.
Let's pick up this pine.
(Helicopter blades whirring)
(Barking) Hook.
(Barking) Claw.
Green means go!
Ryder, it's too heavy!
We're going to need more pup power.
Rubble, use your bulldozer to reinforce the trunk.
On it.
(Engine revving)
This tree isn't going anywhere.
(Helicopter blades whirring)
Okay. Let's get those decorations back on.
- Yeah! - Let's go.
(Barking) Set propellers to blow.
(Engine revving)
(Barking) Ornament launcher.
Reload.
Rocky, cover that burned spot.
On it.
This string of tin cans will look perfect.
Don't lose it. Reuse it.
(Helicopter blades whirring)
Ah! The tree's even more beautiful than before.
Thank you, PAW Patrol.
You've saved Christmas.
(Clucking)
(Chuckling) All in a day's work, Mayor Goodway.
(Phone ringing)
Oh, my goodness.
Santa is calling.
(Gasping) Santa?
He'll be so happy to see what you've done with the tree.
I'm definitely getting that laser drill now.
Oh-ho-ho!
Hello, Santa.
What perfect timing. Isn't our Christmas tree
the most fabulous and festive thing
you've ever seen?
(Sneezing)
It's lovely, Mayor Goodway,
but I'm afraid I won't be able to see it in person.
I've caught a terrible cold,
and I'm stuck at home in bed.
- Oh, no! - Huh?
Unfortunately, I won't be able to make my Christmas trip
around the world this year.
What? No Santa?
No Santa means no presents.
And no presents means no laser drill.
Don't you worry about us, Santa.
We'll be fine without any presents this year.
What? Maybe some nice hot soup will make you feel better.
Ah. Thank you for being so understanding, Mayor Goodway.
I really think we should take a vote on this or something.
I'm heading back to bed.
Merry... (Sneezing)
...Christmas, everyone.
MAYOR HUMDINGER: Hmm?
Santa's sick at home in bed?
Well, that means all those presents
are just sitting there at the North Pole.
Sitting there, waiting for me to take them.
(Laughing maniacally)
(Snickering)
I realize everyone is disappointed
that Santa won't be coming this year.
But even without Santa and his presents,
I know we can make this a wonderful Christmas.
(Cheering)
How can it be a wonderful Christmas without any presents?
Because, Rubble, the true meaning of Christmas
isn't about presents.
It's about being together with the people you love.
And I do love that, but I also really love
the XK-DR07 laser drill
with the official carrying case, two extra batteries,
and the limited-edition titanium grip handle.
MAYOR GOODWAY: Now, Rubble,
Christmas is about giving, not receiving.
It's a little about receiving, though.
Sure. I like giving,
but I also kind of like receiving, too.
Mayor Goodway is right, pups.
We're going to make this the best Christmas ever.
We don't need presents.
All we need is each other.
- Yeah! - Yeah.
♪ What if there's nothing underneath the tree ♪
♪ We still have all our friends and family ♪
♪ We'll make up stories and we'll dance and sing ♪
♪ Won't have to open up a single thing ♪
♪ Hearts so full of cheer ♪
♪ We won't even notice ♪
♪ There are no Christmas presents this year ♪
What? We'll definitely notice.
♪ Don't need a sled for racing down a hill ♪
♪ What does that have to do with laser drills ♪
♪ To make a snowman, we don't need a tool ♪
♪ Okay, but a laser drill would still be pretty cool ♪
♪ Hearts so full of cheer ♪
(Cackling)
♪ We won't even notice ♪
♪ There are no Christmas presents this year ♪
RUBBLE: Maybe you won't notice.
♪ All our friends are here ♪
♪ We won't even notice ♪
♪ There are no Christmas presents this year ♪
Friends are great, but we're talking about a laser drill!
♪ Who needs another toy when we can be together ♪
♪ Getting is lots of fun but giving's even better ♪
♪ This might be the most disappointing Christmas ever ♪
♪ Hearts so full of cheer ♪
♪ We won't even notice ♪
♪ There are no Christmas presents this year ♪
And you guys are happy about this?
♪ I must be missing something ♪
♪ So could someone please explain to me ♪
♪ Exactly what is going on here ♪
♪ We won't even notice ♪
♪ There are no Christmas presents this year ♪
- (Meowing) - Listen up, kitties.
All the presents are locked away in there.
Santa's workshop.
The only problem is, how do we get through that wall?
It's 10 feet high. Two feet thick.
It's solid gingerbread,
reinforced with candy canes and icing.
Oh, if we're going to break through that wall,
we're going to need some kind of...
Huh?
(Gasping) ...bulldozer.
RUBBLE: Don't worry, laser drill.
We'll find a way to be together one day.
MAYOR HUMDINGER: Wow! That is some drill.
A construction pup like you
must really want a drill like that.
I do. How did you know?
Oh, just a lucky guess.
Well, it doesn't matter.
I'm never going to get it now.
Santa is sick, and Christmas is canceled.
Uh, funny you should mention that.
I was just on my way to the North Pole
to bring Santa some of my famous chicken noodle soup.
You make soup?
Of course I do. I mean, besides,
I want to cheer him up and help him get better,
'cause, you know, I'm such a nice guy.
Hmm.
And I was thinking, if you want,
you could help me bring it to him.
- Go to the North Pole with you? - Mm-hmm.
While we're up there, I bet Santa would be
more than happy to give you your Christmas present.
My-- My laser drill?
That's right.
Your laser drill.
- Yeah. - Hey!
Whee! (Giggling)
(Laughing)
(Gasping)
Whoa.
(Giggling)
Whee!
(Sighing)
Good night, laser drill.
Ah.
I'll do it!
Santa needs our help.
(Cackling)
Just drive the bulldozer up the ramp,
and we're ready to go.
Remind me again:
why we need to take my bulldozer to the North Pole?
(Whispering) To break into Santa's workshop
and steal all the presents.
- (Cackling) - (Snickering)
Hmm? What was that?
Uh, because, uh--
Because it's very snowy up there. Yes.
Very snowy.
What if the roads aren't plowed?
We could get stuck.
We might need to bulldoze all that snow
to get this delicious homemade soup to Santa.
I guess that makes sense.
After all, there is a lot of snow at the North Pole.
And if it's going to help Santa, let's do it.
Next stop, the North Pole!
(Jet engine roaring)
Hope you're hungry.
- Woo-hoo! - Yeah.
RYDER: I've got three short stacks, no whip,
two tall stacks, six hot tops, two sunny side up,
and one order of backflip flapjacks.
(Giggling) I flip for backflip flapjacks.
- Thanks, Ryder. - Woo-hoo!
- Mm-hmm. - Hey.
MARSHALL: Where's Rubble?
He never misses breakfast.
I can't believe he's still sleeping.
I'll get him up.
Chewington? Hmm.
There's no way Rubble would leave Chewington behind.
Uh, Ryder?
- Rubble's gone. - Huh?
That's strange.
Let me pull up the GPS on his collar.
This can't be right.
It looks like he's on course to...
...the North Pole?
It looks like Rubble's on Humdinger's jet.
Humdinger? There's no way Rubble would be with him.
Unless he's in trouble.
Pups, Rubble needs our help.
To the air patroller!
(Barking, howling)
♪ PAW Patrol ♪
(Blades whirring)
(Howling)
PAW Patrol ready for action, Ryder, sir.
Robodog, to the North Pole.
Hang on, Rubble. We're on our way.
(Jet engine roaring)
(Snoring)
Good morning!
Huh? What? I wasn't sleeping.
That's good.
It would be very unsafe to fall asleep
while you're flying a plane.
RUBBLE: I just woke up from the most beautiful dream.
Let me guess. It was about your drill thingy?
How did you know?
Oh, another lucky guess.
(Sighing)
I feel so much happier than I did before,
when I thought I wasn't going to get
a Christmas present.
Humph. No Christmas present?
That's every year for me.
- What? - Every year,
Santa puts me on the naughty list,
and when I wake up Christmas morning,
there's nothing under the tree.
You're on the naughty list every year?
Well, there was one time,
back when I was just two years old.
That Christmas, for the only time in my life,
there was a present under the tree.
Ah. I remember it like it was yesterday.
(Giggling)
The feeling of opening that box--
Yay!
Inside was a little wooden toy car.
I loved that little car.
It was the best Christmas present I ever got.
(Sniffling)
It was the only Christmas present I ever got.
Aw. Are you crying?
Yeah. You were. That's so sad.
No. I'm not crying. You're crying.
Okay. If you say so.
Looks like Mayor Humdinger's plane
is ahead of that big winter storm.
We're heading straight into it.
Robodog can't fly through this.
We're going to have to go around it.
But there's no time.
We're going to lose them.
- Ugh! - It's too rough.
Mind if I try, Robodog?
(Barking)
This pup's got to fly.
(Engine revving)
(Blades whirring)
The storm's still blowing us off course.
Not for long.
Hold on, pups. Rubble needs us.
Wake up, kitties.
We're almost there.
(Meowing)
Um, where's Santa's workshop?
Uh, you see that little glow in the distance?
Way over there?
Yep. That's it.
Oh. Laser drill, here I come.
♪
I don't understand.
Why did we land so far away from Santa's workshop?
'Cause we don't want him to know we're coming.
Yes. I find showing up to someone's front door in a jet
usually spoils the surprise.
Um, what are you doing?
Me? Oh. I'm just going to back this thing out for you.
Careful! Don't grind the...
Gears.
All under control.
(Engine revving)
But if we're out driving in the snow for too long,
the soup will get cold.
Uh, what soup?
The soup you brought to the North Pole
to give to Santa so he can get better.
You know, the reason we came here?
Oh, that soup.
Yes, yes, yes. Of course.
I almost forgot. It's still in the cockpit.
Why don't you be a good pup
and go get it for us?
Rubble on the double.
(Laughing maniacally)
(Clattering)
Huh? No soup?
(Gasping) There's no soup!
MAYOR HUMDINGER: See you later, Rubble!
Thanks for the bulldozer.
Ha-ha. Christmas is mine.
No, no, no!
Wait. No, stop!
Well, kitties, we've got the bulldozer.
Now, it's time to pay Santa a little visit.
(Laughing maniacally)
(Gasping) There it is.
We made it, kitties.
Now, should we ring the doorbell politely?
(Meowing)
Oh! I've got a better idea.
We'll smash our way in.
(Cackling)
(Engine revving)
(Cackling)
(Laughing)
We're in.
(Laughing)
Time to collect those presents.
(Shouting)
Hmm.
Oh. Hello.
Santa? What are you doing out of bed?
You're supposed to be sick.
I'm happy to report I'm feeling much better.
It's a Christmas miracle.
Ho-ho-ho!
The real question, Mayor Humdinger,
is what are you doing here?
Oh, I'm here to even the score
for all those years you didn't bring me any presents.
(Laughing) I don't bring presents to people
on the naughty list.
Well, that's my point.
You put me on the naughty list every year,
for no reason.
No reason? Ho-ho-ho! You're telling me
you've never taken anything that wasn't yours?
What? I'm not allowed to borrow?
You've never cheated at an event?
You can't expect me to follow the rules all the time.
You've never told a lie?
This is entrapment. Kitties, call my lawyer.
(Meowing)
Now, now. Need I go on?
Argh.
Why not try being on your best behavior?
You might even end up on the nice list
before you know it.
Oh, I could do that,
and spend a whole year acting like a goody-two-shoes
in hopes that you might notice and give me a single present.
Or I could just take all the presents for myself.
Oh, no, you don't.
(Yelping, grunting)
(Grunting, shouting)
(Cackling)
- Humph. - (Meowing)
Come back here!
Those presents are for the good girls and boys.
- (Santa knocking on door) - (Mayor Humdinger cackling)
Hey, let me out!
This is the naughtiest thing you've ever done.
I'm adding this to my list.
Why did I do this?
How could I have trusted Mayor Humdinger?
All to get a laser drill?
What was I thinking?
That isn't what Christmas is about.
Like everyone was saying before, it's about being cozy and warm
with your family and friends.
RYDER: Rubble! Up here.
Boy, am I glad to see you!
Hang on. We're coming to get you.
Robodog will find a safe place to land.
(Barking)
All right, pups. Get those parachutes ready
and set up for an air drop.
Let's hop and pop.
(Pups howling)
♪ PAW Patrol ♪
♪ Snow, snow, snow, snow ♪
Woo!
♪ PAW Patrol ♪
It's drop time.
♪ Snow, snow, snow, snow ♪
♪ PAW Patrol ♪
♪ Snow, snow, snow, snow ♪
Let's go, go, go!
Chutes, deploy.
♪ Snow, snow, snow, snow ♪
♪ Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow ♪
RUBBLE: What are you doing at the North Pole?
We had the same question for you.
Oh, I messed up, big time.
Mayor Humdinger's here.
He took my bulldozer to break into Santa's workshop.
It's all my fault.
We've got to stop him.
Hop on.
- Ready? - Ready.
Let's roll.
(Engines revving)
Well, where is it? I can't see the sleigh
with all these reindeer in the way.
- (Bellowing) - Okay, now.
Get out of here. Move it, Dasher.
Beat it, Prancer. Out of my way, Vixen.
Time for us to make our escape, kitties.
Now, how do you turn this magic sleigh on?
- Ha-ha. - (Whip cracking)
(Meowing)
(Laughing maniacally) There we go.
Whoa!
Ooh! Oh, that'll bump up.
- (Kitties yelping) - Didn't do it. Ooh!
- (Brakes squealing) - Come on.
That was your fault, kitties.
(Meowing)
Ha-ha-ha! Until next time, Santa.
Whoa!
- (Kitties yelping) - How do you fly this thing?
Whoa!
Oh, no.
Rocky, let's get the bulldozer back up.
Everyone else, be on high alert for Humdinger.
He's got to be around here somewhere.
(Engine revving)
Come on.
Thanks, Rocky.
Santa, I'm coming!
Rubble, is that you?
RUBBLE: Whoa.
Santa?
Oh, my goodness. I'm so happy you're here.
I don't know if you're going to feel that way for long.
Whatever do you mean?
(Sighing) This is all my fault, Santa.
I belong on the naughty list for the rest of my life.
I should have known that Mayor Humdinger was up to no good.
And it's all because I wanted that laser drill so bad.
Oh, Rubble.
Everyone makes mistakes.
It's what's in your heart that counts.
And I know you've got a good heart.
Even if you did get a little carried away
with that laser drill.
I wish I'd never even heard of that laser drill.
Oh, don't be silly.
It's a fantastic drill.
Believe it or not, I have one myself.
With the official carrying case, two extra batteries...
BOTH: ...and the limited-edition titanium grip handle!
PUPS: There! Whoa.
- Huh? - (Gasping)
- Hi, Santa. - (Giggling)
- Did you get my letter? - SANTA: Ho-ho-ho!
Of course I got your letter, Rocky.
Santa, your sleigh is missing from the stable.
It looks like Mayor Humdinger took it,
and he's heading towards the mountain.
Oh, dear. The weather outside is frightful,
and that sleigh is very hard to fly.
There's no way he'll make it over the peak of Mount Frosting.
Then we've got to get there first.
No mountain's too big. No pup's too small.
- Let's go. - Yeah!
(Shouting)
Huh? Ooh.
Santa's magic sled is full of Christmas candies.
Mmm. Mmm-mmm.
We hit the jackpot, kitties.
(Meowing)
Mmm. Huh?
Oh. Huh, huh? It won't turn.
The reins are frozen.
Oh, why does it have to be so cold at the North Pole?
(Kitties yowling)
(Shouting)
(Screaming)
(Meowing)
Whoa!
(Meowing)
(Helicopter blades whirring)
(Ice cracking)
Help!
SKYE: (Voice echoing) There they are.
Oh, great. The PAW Patrol.
CHASE: We're going to get you out of here, Mayor Humdinger.
No thank you. No rescue required.
Move along, puppies. We're fine.
- (Yelping) - Hah!
You don't look fine.
(Shouting) Okay! I changed my mind. Rescue us.
Hurry! What's taking you so long?
(Harness clicking)
I want to make one thing crystal clear, Chase.
Even though you're rescuing us,
these presents still belong to me.
I took them, fair and square.
That's not how it works, Mayor Humdinger.
All right, kitties.
I'm going to lift you up on the count of three.
One,
two...
(Clicking)
...three.
(Meowing)
I've got the kitties.
Nice moves.
(Sniffing) Oh, no.
My allergies.
(Sneezing)
(Yowling)
These kitties are making me sneezy.
Oh, what is this, some kind of circus act?
Rescue me already.
Whoa!
(Gasping)
(Grunting) Oh.
No!
Help!
I can't hang on.
Grab on.
Hold on tight.
Huh?
Ooh. Another candy.
Don't mind if I do.
Uh--
(Shouting)
Oof. (Shouting)
(Shouting continues)
(Helicopter blades whirring)
(Gasping) He's going to fall into the ice-cold ocean.
Okay, Chase.
We're only going to get one shot at this.
We can...
(Sneezing)
...do this!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
(Shouting)
(Shouting continues)
Oh, come on, pups.
(Shouting)
(Barking) Net.
(Shouting)
Yeah.
Yeah!
- (Cheering) - Ho-ho-ho!
That's quite a catch.
Huh?
Santa's sleigh.
It's sliding down the mountain with all the presents on board.
We've got to stop it.
I got to make things right and save Christmas for everyone!
(Engine revving)
If those presents fall off that cliff into the ocean...
...there will be nothing for the children of the world
to open Christmas morning.
- (Shouting) - (Yowling)
Hoo! That was a close one.
(Sneezing)
Mayor Humdinger, I'm at a loss for words.
Except for naughty, naughty, naughty.
Ugh. Crummy naughty list.
Who wants your lousy presents anyway?
(Meowing)
(Tires grinding)
Come on. Come on.
Ugh. It's too icy.
(Gasping)
Uh-oh. I got to do something.
I will do something.
(Grunting)
(Shouting)
(Grunting)
I think he's got it.
Is it slowing down?
Come on, Rubble.
(Grunting)
(Barking) PupPack shovel.
(Gasping)
(Grunting)
(Grunting continues)
Phew. (Barking) PupPack shovel.
That was close.
(Shouting)
Whoa.
(Shouting)
Phew. I got the sleigh.
- Yeah! - (Howling)
Yay.
My laser drill!
(Grunting)
Rubble, it's time to make a choice.
Is Christmas about getting the one present
you want more than anything,
or is Christmas about giving,
and making sure these presents
get to all the children around the world?
(Sighing) It's about giving.
But it's so hard to let go of something
that I've wanted for so long.
Just follow your heart, Rubble!
I'm sorry, laser drill.
This is bigger than you and me.
I've got to let you go.
This is about the true meaning of Christmas.
Laser drill.
(Rubble grunting)
(Santa grunting, sighing)
You did a brave thing, Rubble.
You're such a good pup.
(Sniffling) Thanks, Santa.
(Giggling)
Humph.
Christmas-schmissmass.
- Way to go, buddy. - Yeah, Rubble.
That was amazing.
Nice work.
Every child in the world
will be opening presents in the morning thanks to you.
Aw. (Giggling) It was nothing.
I'm glad I could help fix things.
Speaking of which, I best get a move on,
and you pups best get home to bed.
You know, Santa won't come to your house
if you're not fast asleep.
Thanks for everything, Santa.
You're very welcome.
Now, let's dash away, all!
Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas.
ALL: Merry Christmas.
(Sleigh bells jingling)
Humph. Christmas-schmissmass.
(Meowing)
- It's Christmas morning! - Paw-some.
(Barking, laughing)
I love Christmas.
Huh?
Hang on. There's one more present.
"To Rubble, from Santa."
What's this?
I don't know. Open it and find out.
- Yeah! - What is it?
Open it.
The laser drill!
With the official carrying case,
two extra batteries,
and the limited-edition titanium grip handle.
Awesome!
SANTA: "Dear Rubble,
"I know how much you were looking forward to getting
"a laser drill for Christmas.
"And since yours is currently
"at the bottom of the Arctic Ocean,
"I wanted to give you mine.
"Thank you for everything you've done.
Your friend, Santa."
Mmm.
This is the best Christmas ever.
(Howling, cheering)
Yeah!
CHASE: Well, don't keep us waiting.
Let's see what that thing can do.
Yeah. Let's drill something.
There's something I got to do first.
Huh?
You'll see.
And when it's done, come with me.
You're doing the right thing, Rubble.
(Yawning)
Who's there?
Huh?
(Gasping)
Hey!
A wooden car,
just like the one I had when I was little!
Oh, it's perfect. I don't deserve this.
Merry Christmas, Mayor Humdinger.
Huh?
I'm going to try my hardest not to be on the naughty list.
(Meowing)
♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪
- ♪ And a Happy New Year ♪ - (Bleating)
♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪
Oh, kitties, isn't Christmas
just the most wonderful time of the year?
♪ Meow-meow-meow meow-meow-meow meow-meow ♪
♪ And a Happy New Year ♪
(Shutter clicking)
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