Scott Calvin is on the brink of his 65th birthday and realizing that he can't be Santa forever, a seeks a replacement. Meanwhile (Name) worries that the North Pole is not the ideal place to raise her and Bernard's daughter Clementine.
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(Slightly off topic, but why the hell did they make the toy soldiers look so creepy in this scene?! I feel like they're trying to eat my soul!)
Dad and I stood in the cell, listening to Gary go on and on about his grim life stories. "That's when I realized I just let the love of my life fly away." Gary said, finishing the story.
"It got so dark." Dad said. "Hello new nightmares." I muttered and Gary chuckles. "Trust me, it only gets worse. The year? 1691..." Gary said, starting up another story.
"No, no, the Christmas Spirit Orb. Did you see how dark it was getting?" Dad asked. "Speaking of seeing, you're probably wondering what happened to my eye." Gary said.
"No. Did you notice Simon didn't even look like Santa Claus? He didn't have that gorgeous belly, the beard and everything." Dad said. "You're right. That means the Santa-fication process hasn't begun. He hasn't put the coat on yet!" I said.
"He hasn't put the coat on." Gary said. "I just said that." I said. "No, I'm telling you, he lost the coat his very first day. It was a whole hullabaloo." Gary said and Dad slap his hand.
"That's how we fix this. He's not officially Santa without the coat on." Dad said. "So we just find that coat, we can change all of this." I said and Dad turn to the cell down, shushing as he waves us over.
We came over and saw a drone in a doorway, staring at us. "Do you think that drone can hear us?" Dad whispered to us. "Hey, drone! Did you hear our plan about getting to the Santa coat before Simon does?" Gary asked the drone very loudly.
The drone beeps and flies away. "Yeah, it heard." Gary said. "Really?" I asked, sarcastically.
Later, Gary plays a tube in his kazoo. "This is hell." I muttered and Dad nodded in agreement.
Suddenly Carol, Noel, Cal, and Sandra walk over to our cell. "Scott! (Name)! Thank goodness." Carol said, as we got up to greet them and Gary finally stops playing his kazoo.
"I thought you were being tortured. (Name) and I are being tortured." Dad said. "We are." I added. "But it's so good to see all of you!" Dad exclaimed. "Some of us more than others though, right? You don't have to say who." Noel said.
"How di... How did you get here?" Dad asked. "Your Santa ghost friends were right. We do have powers." Sandra said as Carol squeals with excitement. "I knew it! I knew it. Well, use your powers." Dad said.
"Yeah, can you get us outta here?" I asked. "No. But Sandra can speak to animals, and I can see holes in the sky." Cal said, smiling. "Uh, fun, interesting, anti-climagic 'cause we're still stuck in here." I said.
"Oh yeah! And Clementine can..." Sandra started to say, but we then we heard a yell behind us. "Gah!" Dad, Gary, and I turn our heads to see Clementine in our cell, facing the wall.
"This is impossible!" Clementine exclaimed, before she turn around and saw us. "Oh! Hi mom, hi Grandpa." She said, holding up her hand to wave. "You can teleport?" Dad asked her.
