Allie Calvin is the oldest and only daughter of Scott Calvin. She was 15 when her father puts on the suit. Allie Calvin is nothing like her brother. She doesn't believe in Santa, she doesn't believe in magic, and she doesn't believe in elves. Allie...
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"I am Santa Claus. Boo!"
Allie watched with a blank look. Was this really supposed to convince the elves that this is Santa?
"Yeah," Bernard said. "No, no, I think that this is gonna work. Good...good job, Curtis."
Bernard sounded physically pained to say that. Allie could only stare at the fake Santa. Curtis turned to Bernard and asked, "Would it kill you to give a compliment with your whole heart?"
"Yes, it would." Allie said, not looking at them. "He can't compliment anyone without making it backhanded."
Bernard glared at Allie. He tried to say something, but the fake Santa cut him off.
"Ho, ho, ho."
"Santa?" Curtis asked. "I need you to take a look at this. Curtis pulled out the handbook, causing both Allie and Bernard to roll their eyes.
"All right. Nice!"
"No. I mean I need you to read it."
"Well," toy Santa said. "let's try to be specific, shall we?"
Curtis nodded as the toy took the book from him. Allie moved to stand next to Bernard, watching the toy with weary eyes. "I'll take a look at it over at my desk."
"How does he know where his desk is?"
"He has eyes, Bernard." Allie said.
Curtis answered, "Well, I programmed him that way. He has most of Santa's memories. Okay, we need you to study everything that's in that book because it is the key to being Santa."
"Right! I'll memorize everything in the book. I'll follow all the rules. Cause rules are very important."
Curtis turned to the taller elves. "I like this guy."
"Hi, Santa." Abby greeted, carrying a tray.
"Hi."
Abby looked up, and her smile dropped. "Oh. You look..."
Bernard quickly leaned down, cutting Abby off. "Like he got a good night's sleep."
Abby glanced at Bernard, seeing the warning look on his face. Slowly, she smiled, though Allie could see right through it. "Like you got a very good night's sleep. How about a nice chocolaty cocoa?"
The fake Santa looked confused, before nodding quickly with a strange smile on his face. He closed his mouth quick, and then Abby handed him the cup. "Of course it is."
He made another weird face, and drank it in three gulps. Abby's face dropped again, and she took two steps backwards.
"That's delicious! I like cocoa! Cocoa's superior refreshment. Get me some more cocoa! Whoo!"
"Right away, Santa."
Abby walked out, and Allie watched her, before turning back to the fake Santa. "I think Santa feels a little buzz!"
