An obnoxious and bumbling but well-meaning man attempts to help Santa Claus find a successor. Failure wouild mean that there would be no Chr...更多>
Harmony Star: Hey, Ernest, how did it go? Ernest P. Worell: It worked great. Victory is at hand. Now we have to move onto what I like to call "Plan B." Ernest P. Worell: I am one with the Yuletide, know what I mean? Ernest P. Worell: What we have here is a failure to accumulate. Ernest P. Worell: [quietly] Santa Claus. Mary Morrissey: What did you say? Ernest P. Worell: His name is Santa Claus! [children giggle] Ernest P. Worell: That's it. Yuck it up. He happens to be a close, personal friend of mine. Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah. Fifth graders think they know everything. Ernest P. Worell: [gesturing to Santa's sack] You better check it out. Santa Claus, aka 'Seth Applegate': Why? Ernest P. Worell: Call it... Uh, a fifth sense. Call it a flash of intermission, but I just got this feeling deep down in the heart of my bottom. Ernest P. Worell: You know, I don't tell many people this, but Christmas is just about my favorite time. Ever since I was a little kid, I always felt like it was my own personal holiday. Harmony Star: There's no such thing! Think about it: a guy who flies around the whole world in one night. It just doesn't quite correspond to the laws of time and travel. Ernest P. Worell: Now, now, now, now, now, it's possible. You take the International Date Line, multiply it by the Time Zones, divided by the accelerated rotation of the earth... uh, carry the 1, and, uh, allowing for the Vernal Equinox on the Tropic of Cancer, he might just pull it off. Ernest P. Worell: Ahh, smell those Christmas trees. You can keep your 'Channel' Number 5, just give me a whiff of the old lonesome pine. That symbol of brotherly love, that centerpiece that all mankind gathers around to share the cranberry sauce shaped like a can. Ernest P. Worell: No, there's only one person authorized to operate this sack. His big, red, oneness: The Claus. Santa Claus, aka 'Seth Applegate': This is Ernest. I'm Santa Claus. [odd silence] Ernest P. Worell: Surprised? Harmony Star: Uh, no. No, not - not really.