Scott:
Oh, I'm-I'm sorry. Yes. Yes, I am.
Mother Nature:
Well, on behalf of Father Time, and the entire Council of Legendary Figures, I'd like to thank you for being such a gracious host. Mother Nature: [bangs gavel]
And without further ado, let's convene the year-end holiday conference. Tooth Fairy. Tooth Fairy:
Thank you, Mother Nature. Fellow Council members, I'd like to, again, propose a new name for myself. Tooth Fairy:
In the past, you have rejected "Tooth Man", "Tooth Guy" and "Tooth". Cupid:
Because they stunk. Tooth Fairy:
Today, I'd like to submit..."Captain Floss". Cupid: [laughs ironically]
Roy". No. No kid's gonna put a tooth under a pillow for a man named Roy. Tooth Fairy:
This from someone in a diaper, and shoots arrows in people's butts. Scott: [[w:The Terminator|The Molinator.]
Wait a minute. I got it. I got it. I got it. Now, how about this? "]
Tooth Fairy: [raises his hand]
The Molinator. I like it. Thank you, Santa. Can we vote right now on The Molinator? Mother Nature: [Santa Claus and Tooth Fairy raise their hands; she and Father time raise their hands, and Cupid raises his hand; Easter Bunny flashes two thumbs down]
All in favor of a name change for Tooth Fairy? All right. And all opposed? Easter Bunny? Sandman? Sandman: [snorts]
What? W-What happened? Was I asleep again? Mother Nature:
All right. Next item on the agenda. Santa, status report. Scott:
Okay. Well, first off, welcome, you all, to the North Pole. It's great to have you here. Uh, as you know, this is our big time of year, so things are busy as usual. There's a little speed bump in the road, uh, this year. Well, you all know Charlie.
Father Time:
Great kid.
Scott:
Well, Charlie...got himself on the naughty list.
Scott:
I'm struggling a little bit with the timing, cause it's-- I gotta be up here at the North Pole, and I've also gotta try to take care of Charlie, and--
Sandman:
That's every parent's dilemma: How to balance work and children. Most people lose sleep over that than anything else. Easter Bunny:
Oh, tell me about it. I have 33,000 offspring. All in private school. Scott:
Well, to top it off, I have to get married by Christmas Eve.
Scott:
Otherwise, I stop being Santa Claus.
Scott:
The de-Santafication process has already begun.
Easter Bunny: [hops to Santa]
Wait a minute. You do look thinner, and... your beard is shorter! Am I right? Everyone:
You're right. You're right.
Scott:
Apparently, it's called the Mrs. Clause.
Scott:
No, I'm not messing with anybody. What I'm saying is, I have to find a wife in--
Father Time:
27 days, 20 hours and 17 minutes.
Father Time: [chuckles]
It's what I do.
Scott:
Wait a minute. Cupid. Cupid, come over here.
Cupid:
What do you need, pal? Scott:
Why don't you just shoot me with one of your darts, then I'll fall in love?
Cupid:
All right. First of all, they're not darts, they're arrows. Second of all, no can do. Scott:
Why not?
Cupid:
Cause the arrows have no effect on us. Believe me, if they did, I would have shot myself, met a nice girl, left the business years ago, alright? Enough with the questions. Scott:
I don't wanna stop being Santa Claus.
Easter Bunny:
Kids are 86% happier since you've taken the job. Scott:
This is all I wanna do. What am I gonna do?
Father Time:
Well, y-y-- you can't be in two places at once.