The Santa Clause 2 & 3: Santa's Little Helper (Bernard x Female Reader)

The Mrs. Clause

Scott stood in front of his mirror, seeing his Santa pants are a bit too big. "That's weird, isn't it?" He asked, turning to the puppets in his room. "Uh-oh!" The puppets said, their hands pressed to their cheeks. "These fit yesterday."

Bernard walks over to him with his coat, as Scott slips it on, he notices (Name) scratching her ear. "You alright, (Name)?" He asked, causing Bernard to look over at his girlfriend, with a look of concern. "Yeah, yeah. Just my ears been really itchy lately. It's driving me nuts."

"Hot cocoa for you." A little elf girl said, as she enters the room with a tray. "This is not a good time, Abby." Bernard told her, placing his hand on (Name) shoulder as they walk over to Scott's desk.

"I sent Dasher down for some Brazilian cocoa beans." Abby said, setting the tray down on Scott's desk. Scott pauses as he smirks at Abby, before moving in front of his chair. "What's the bad news?"

"What do you mean?" Abby asked, smiling. "Whenever you play the designer bean card, you have bad news." Scott answered, causing Abby's smile to drop before she holds up the naughty list. "What are you doing with the naughty-and-nice list?" Scott asked, taking it.

"Just don't shoot the messenger." Scott looks between (Name) and Bernard before he unroll the list. "It's... Charlie." Abby said. "Sheen? I thought he straightened out." Scott said, turning to his daughter and Head Elf again. "Not that Charlie." Abby said, Scott look at her then back at the list. (Name) turn to Bernard with a look of concern, who tries to comfort her with smile.

"My Charlie. My son Charlie? He's on the naughty list?" Scott asked, causing the puppets in the room to scream and duck behind their curtain. "Well... he has been acting out a lot Dad." (Name) said, with Bernard nodding his head in agreement.

"I know but... Charlie still a good kid. There's gotta be a mistake." Scott said, looking back down at the list. "We don't make mistakes. I'm sorry, Santa. Please excuse me." Abby lowers her head and walks out just as Curtis enters with rack of giant magnifying glasses.

"How could this happen? Is this what you and Curtis were trying to tell us?" Scott asked as Bernard walked away, nervously bitting his nails. "Great! You told them! Let's get you dressed for that meeting!" Curtis said with a big smile.

"I can't have the meeting here. I'm gonna have to see Charlie." Scott said as he and (Name) go over to Bernard and Curtis. "Number two, tell them now." Bernard said as he buttons Scott's coat up for him. "Tell us what, guys? Come clean."

"Santa, there's a Clause." Curtis started. "That would be me." Scott replied. "No, I mean there's another Santa Clause." Curtis added. "Curtis, in case you haven't noticed, this time of year, the malls are filled with other 'Santa Clauses'." Scott said, using air quotes at the end.

"Yes, but there's another Santa Clause. There was a first Clause, but also a second Clause." Curtis said next, still not getting to the point. "Curtis, you're not make any sense." (Name) told him, getting a little agitated. "Get on with it!" The puppets said, and Scott nodded in agreement to just come out and say it.

"When the last Santa fell off your roof and you put on his coat, you found this." Curtis takes out the card putting it the little slot on top of the magnifying glass rack. "Right. 'He who wears the coat takes on the responsibilities of Santa Claus.' And the rest would be history, right?" Scott asked, reciting the card.

"But it seems our number two elf..." Bernard turn to glare at Curtis. "The keeper of the handbook, overlooked the single most IMPORTANT DETAIL IN THE HISTORY OF CHRISTMAS!" Curtis stared back at Bernard unfazed. "Wow! One mistake in 900 years."

Bernard rolls his eyes and grab one of the magnifying glass, pulling it up for Scott to use. "Look." Scott looks into the tiny magnifying glass, unable to see anything. "I can't see that." Bernard lowers the magnifying glass to pull up one that was slightly bigger. "Better now?"

"Uh.." Head Elf puts that glass down to pull up a bigger one. "Or now?" Scott was still unable to see anything. "Well..." So Bernard put that down and pull up an even bigger magnifying glass. "Better now?" He asked. "It's gettin' there." Scott said, coving up one of his eyes.

"Or now?" Bernard asked, pulling up yet another magnifying glass to replace the other one. "I can't see anything!" Scott complaint. Bernard drop that magnifying glass and pull up the biggest one in the rack, finally allowing Scott to read the card. "I see. Good, good, good. I see it. Okay."

The three elves crowded around Scott to read the card with him. "'The card holder acknowledges a woman of his choosing... True love... Not valid in the state of Utah... Holy...' MATRIMONY?! I gotta get married!" Scott read, his jaw dropping.

(Name) narrow her eyes at the card in disgust. While Bernard looks at both of them with worried. "Yes. It's... the Mrs clause." He told Scott, the puppets sing the wedding song as they dance together.

"But marriage has never lasted long for me! What if I don't want to get married?" Scott asked, tightening his sash only to discover he has gotten skinnier. He looks down at his body confused and shock. "Oh, dear. THE DE-SANTIFICATION PROCESS HAS BEGUN!" Curtis said, sounding like he was having a stroke.

"The de-Santification?" Scott asked and Curtis nodded. "Are you telling me that Clause says if I don't get married... I don't get to be Santa any more?" Scott asked looking between his Head Elf and Number 2. Realizing his fate Scott sighs and shameless walk to his chair, falling into it. "Wh... what about the kids? What about the elves? What about you guys?"

"It's not completely hopeless. You still have time to find a wife." Bernard told him. "How much time do I have?" Scott asked. "28 days." Curtis answered.

"28 days?! You waiting till after Thanksgiving to tell him this?!" (Name) asked him, leaning over Curtis, who lean back in an attempt to gain some distance. "When we're at our busiest time of the year?!" She added.

Curtis looks down, in shame. "To be fair if Bernard had given the bad news instead, we wouldn't be in this situation." He said, keeping his eyes to the ground to avoid eye contact. "Don't pin the blame on me!" Bernard said, pointing at the smaller elf.

"You're both to blame!" (Name) barked, looking between Curtis and Bernard. "Whispering behind our backs all month and waiting to till now to tell us if Dad doesn't get hitched by Christmas, Christmas is doom!"

"Actually, Christmas Eve." Curtis clarified, lifting his head a little. "Oh my god." (Name) said, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. Bernard curled his lips inward, glancing from (Name) and then to the ground.

She was right. They had all of November to tell Scott about the Mrs. Clause. Now he only has less than a month to find a woman to fall in love with. Him and (Name) had a year and no fate of Christmas being doom hanging on over his head. Love isn't something you can force, it just... happens.

"I guess it's over." Scott said, dropping is head in defeat. "No! You can't think that way! Please, don't give up hope. Cause if you do, then we have to." Curtis told him. Everyone is quite when suddenly, Scott's white beard began to shrink.

(Name) and Bernard step back in shock, while the puppets shrieks at the transformation. "Whoa!" Curtis said, both amazed and terrified. Scott looks down at his now small beard. "Christmas is getting very complicated."