[theme music playing]
[narrator] Christmas! The most magical time of the year.
Children playing in the snow,
the sweet smell of cookies baking in the oven,
Christmas lights twinkling in the windows...
And, let's not forget,
decorating the Christmas tree
with all of those delightful ornaments,
each one a cherished reminder
of all of the joyous holidays of the past.
[news anchor] Another chilly day at the North Pole,
but whats this?
Trouble brewing at Santas workshop?
Santas elves are on strike
and all toy production has come to a screeching halt.
Unable to work out a deal with the elves,
Santa Claus tries to make the gifts himself.
[dejectedly] Oh...
It looks like Christmas is canceled this year.
C-c-c-canceled?
What?
Think of all the poor children without any presents!
Think of all the poor me without any presents!
Those greedy elves only think of themselves.
Santas the nicest guy in the whole ding dang world.
Why every Christmas he brings us the most special,
delightful lumps of coal.
Supplying warmth to our home and our hearts.
L-l-looks like we'll have a c-c-cold winter unless
Santa gets some n-new elves.
That's it, Pork! We'll be those new elves.
Oh no,
I don't wanna go to get in the m-m-middle of a labor war.
Aw c'mon, Porky! Let's do it for Santa!
[disapproving] N-n-n-n... Mm-mm.
Well, would you do it for me?
[sighs]
L-l-let's go save Christmas.
Whoo-hoo! You won't regret it, buddy!
-[elevator dings] -[horns honking]
Last floor... the North Pole!
[elves] Not our Santa, not our Santa.
[Daffy] Striking elves, eh?
Well,
we'll just have to show them a strike of our own.
[screaming]
[babbling]
Wow, Porky.
Good thing you landed on this-- Santa Claus?
Ho ho, woe is me!
Santa, wheres your trademark jolliness?
It died when my elves went on strike.
Well, don't you worry your chubby head any longer
because Porky and I are here to be your new elf employees.
What? [grunts]
So you two characters are going to singlehandedly
make all the toys for Christmas?
You bet your chestnuts we can!
Ho ho ho!
Maybe you guys are the Christmas miracle
I was hoping for.
Well, don't just stand there, suit up!
[grunts]
Wow! W-w-we're gonna be real t-toy making elves.
Let's get to work!
Ho ho ho ho!
[laughing heartily]
Um... whats so funny?
Oh, ho ho ho!
You think kids still want boring old junk like that?
These days we make...
high tech video game systems.
[computerized warbling]
And this is where we make them.
[hisses]
Now, get in there and, you know, have fun with it.
Or else...
[Daffy and Porky chuckle nervously]
Daffy, whatre we gonna do?
W-w-we don't know how to make v-v-video games!
Well n-never help Santa now.
Oh, look what fell from the sky, Pork man!
"A Total Nincompoops Guide To Building A Video Game System"!
This oughta save both Christmas and our butts!
You'll read...
H-h-h-huh?
And I'll make.
This video game stuff can't be that complex.
Okay.
S-s-step one... And that is
g-g-g-grab hold of the central processing unit.
S-s-step four...
-[clock ticking] -S-s-step 67...
S-s-s-step 842...
And s-s-step 1,276...
"Securely attach the electro chassis
with the appropriate ad-ad-ad..." Sticky stuff.
D-D-D-Daffy!
What in the h-h-h--
That looks nothing like the picture!
Relax, Pork daddy.
I just gotta add the coup de grace.
[buzzer sounds]
And voila! We did it!
A perfect video game system!
I don't know, Daffy.
It kinda looks like a killer robot to me.
[monotone] Crush, kill, destroy!
[panting] Huh?
[sobbing]
[muffled gasp]
[both grunting]
Looks like its game over...
For the both of you.
Oh p-please, Mr. Robot sir!
[wailing] S-sp-sp sp spare uh-uh-us!
Say, Porky,
why settle for a spare
when we could go for a strike?
Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo, whoo-hooooo!
Mmm, bah humbug.
-[snoring] -[loud thud]
Wow!
A p-p-perfect game system.
Oh, boys! What was that racket?
Oh, t'weren't nothin', Santa.
We were just putting the finishing touches
on this video game system.
Ho ho!
Nice work, boys.
Now let's try this sucker out.
Grr! Why I oughta...
Why I oughta...
Why I oughta!
I oughta get my elves back.
Ho ho ho.
Hiring those buffoons was the worst mistake of my life.
Ho ho!
[nervous mumble]
[sing-songy] Oh, elves!
Now, I know Ive been a naughty, naughty boss,
but I was wondering if
you guys would maybe, possibly come back to work?
I'll give you a 20% raise.
Plus dental.
Yay!
Well, it looks like Christmas is saved.
So, Santy, since we did, kinda, sorta save Christmas,
don'tcha think we deserve our own present?
Ho ho ho! Why, of course!
[Daffy and Porky gasp]
[Santa] Here! Merry Christmas, boys.
Ooh!
Ou-ou our very own video game system.
[monotone] Not quite.
[both screaming]
[continue screaming]
[knocking on door]
Taz sing carol now!
[clears throat]
[cat's pained yowl]
Heh heh. Cat got tongue.
[knocking on door]
[off-key] ♪ Angels Taz hear on high-- ♪
-[police sirens wailing] -Huh?
Hmm.
♪ Angels Taz hear on-- ♪
-[police sirens wailing] -Hm. Hm.
♪ Angels Taz-- ♪
[grumbles]
[growling]
♪ Ang-- ♪
[doorbell ringing repeatedly]
-[Taz laughing gleefully] -[man] Ahem!
[screams loudly]
[chuckling, pressing bell repeatedly]
[knocking on door]
♪ Jingle bell Jingle bell ♪
Hmm... ♪ Jingle... Bell... ♪
Bleh! [blows raspberry]
♪ Jingle bell Jingle be-- ♪
[knocking on door]
♪ It came upon A midnight clear ♪
♪ That glorious song-- ♪
-[Taz babbling] -[children scream]
[breathing heavily]
[slurps]
[gulps]
[inhales deeply]
Taz know youre still in there.
[knocks on door]
[smacks lips]
[chews]
[blows note]
♪ Mi mi miiii ♪
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[clears throat]
[in woman's voice] ♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪
[gasps]
What? What was that, sonny?
Could you speak up a little?
[narrator] A song in your heart is one way to spread
that holiday cheer.
Another way is with a present under the tree.
[clamoring]
[glass smashing]
Looks like we made it just in time
for the big holiday sale, Tweety.
Ooh! I wuv savings.
Ptooey!
All I want for Christmas is a delicious yellow bird.
[mob clamoring]
Huh?
[struggles]
[yells]
Keep your eyes peeled for good deals, Tweety.
How about these, Dwanny?
[laughing menacingly]
[mob clamoring]
Eh, a widdle too big for me!
Tweety, pick out a good nutcracker for the mantle.
Choices, choices.
Ooh, Dwanny! How about dis big ugwy one?
Let's have a look-see.
Hmm...
He looks nice enough,
but the real test is how we'll he can crack a nut.
Oomph!
Hmm...
This lever doesn't seem to be working properly.
I can make it work, Dwanny!
Oh, dear... Um...
This one must be broken.
Let's just put him back where we found him
and look for a Christmas tree, Tweety.
Oh! Here they are!
Why are they all so skinny, Dwanny?
Ooh! That's better!
Hey wook!
I'm a star on top of the twee!
♪ On the first day Of Christmas ♪
♪ My true love gave to me... ♪
A delicious yellow ca-ha-nar-y.
Yah!
Ooh, Dwanny! I wike this twee!
Its funky!
Well then, let's give it a look!
Eh... Hmm...
Tweety, are you sure you want this one?
Looks a bit scraggely.
Maybe it'll wook better when we pwug it in!
[electricity crackling]
[Sylvester growls angrily]
[rumbling]
[mob clamoring]
I guess it's black and blue Friday.
Well, eh well, it looks like you're under the mistletoe,
you cutie puhpuh-patootie!
According to the laws of Christmas...
we gotta kiss!
Gee... I wouldn't want to bweak the waw!
[shudders]
Chomp!
[sizzling]
[yells]
Happy Hanukkah, puddy tat!
Phtoo!
-[humming] -[Sylvester] Gotcha!
Uh-oh!
All right, my fine feathered feast,
you've sung your last Christmas carol.
But puddy!
If you eat me I won't be able to give you
your Chwistmas pwesent!
Eh? What're you goin on about?
Its why I went Chwistmas shopping in the first pwace!
See?
Ya mean... this... is for me?
Mmm-hmm!
Happy Howidays, puddy tat!
Gosh!
No one's ever given me a present before
in my whole miserable life!
[blubbering]
[sniffs]
It's a Christmas miracle.
Aren't you gonna open it?
Oh, I couldn't!
It's not Christmas yet!
What would Santy Claus think of me?
I won't tell...
Okay, okay, okay.
[gasps]
Oh boy, just what I've always wanted!
[squeaks]
[whistles]
[mob clamoring]
[all] Fruitcake?
[grunting in disgust]
Aw, I guess nobody wikes fruitcake
or puddy tats.
[Road Runner] Beep, beep!
Beep, beep!
[rock crumbling]
[road cracks]
[metallic sound]
[Road Runner] Beep, beep!
[camera timer beeping]
[camera flashes]
[whirring]
[Road Runner] Beep, beep!
Beep, beep!
[clicks tongue]
Ho! Ho!
Beep, beep!
[narrator] The holidays are a time of sharing,
and I don't just mean presents.
You can share the joy with a phone call,
a letter, or even a knock on your neighbors door.
Ah, nothin' like some hot carrot tea
in front of a warm fire.
Hey!
All right, whats going on around here?
[singing]
♪ Oh, I've been shovewin' the walk way ♪
♪ All the cold, cold day ♪
Hiya, neighbor!
I was wonderin' if ya wouldn't mind throwin' your snow
away from my house.
Its makin' my place pretty chilly.
Ams-kway, wabbit. This is my pwoperty
and I can do what I want.
So weave!
But Doc, don't you know
you should love thy neighbor?
And I lo-o-ove you!
Well, I hate you!
And I hate your house!
[screaming] No!
I'll throw my snow wherever I want,
so goodbye, pest!
And stay down there!
No one tells me what to do.
Let's see, after I finish
I'm gonna have a nice cup of tea.
Oh, and some pie, yeah, rhubawb pie!
And wasbewwy tea. [laughs]
Him again?
You okay, Doc? You seem upset.
A dumb wabbit dumped snow all over my walkway.
Wabbits can be pretty tricky.
Well, I can be twickier!
Now go away so I can concentwait.
You got it, neighbor.
Oh, uh... You know you should be careful, Doc.
These walkways get mighty slippery when wet.
Ooh! Doc, you okay?
I think I bwoke something.
Aw, you need some ice.
Well, dat's dat!
♪ Oh, I've been Shovewing the walkway ♪
♪ All the cold, cold day ♪
How immature.
don't do somethin' you'll regret.
Whoa! No! Aaah! Oooh! Gasp! [grunts, groans]
[Elmer grunts]
[grunting in pain]
Aah! Why?
Ooh!
Junior!
Mother? Wh-wh-what are you doing out of bed?
Well, if I told you once, I told you a thousand times,
you have to layer up!
Now, I want you to finish the job.
So take this and bash that rabbit.
And don't be late for dinner.
I'm gonna annihilate him! [grunts]
Gasp!
Wha, wha, wha... Oh, my gwacious.
My home is all cleaned up!
Who did this?
It was me, Doc.
Why don't we let bygones be bygones?
Well, I'm glad you see I'm wight, Mr. Wabbit.
Come inside for tea.
What did you do with all that snow?
Oh, I just put it somewhere we'll both be happy with.
Aw, too bad.
[engine revving]
[tires screeching]
Too far?
[Elmer] Get plowed, wabbit.
[screaming]
[gasps]
Oh wabbit, I'm gonna enjoy hearing you fall,
scweaming to your icy doom!
Any second now.
You almost got him, Doc.
He's at the edge now.
Just a teensy bit more.
A few more centimeters.
Okay, that should just about do it.
You should hear that scream... Now.
[Elmer screams]
[birds chirping]
Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. Summers here!
[mumbles drowsily] Oh...
Summer? Oh! [gasps]
Come on, Doc! Let's hit the beach.
Yahoo!
No more snow.
Ah, no more snow fights with wabbits, I finally won.
I guess his victory is fah-rozen in time.
[laughs]
[narrator] And so, our time together draws to a close,
[in narrator's voice] I bid you all a happy holiday and a joyous... [coughs]
[in Bug's voice] Sorry, allergies are acting up.
Thanks for stopping by and Happy Holidays!
[crunching]
[theme music playing]