[mellow, upbeat music]
[♪♪♪]
[humming "O Christmas Tree"]
[♪♪♪]
[playful music]
[♪♪♪]
[leaves rustle]
[bamboo clatters softly]
[♪♪♪]
[slurping sound]
[belches]
[insect buzzing]
[chomp]
- All right.
The coast is officially clear.
- Freedom!
This girl's got some roots to stretch!
Mmm!
- Get some water, get some fertilizer.
Now's your chance, folks!
- Mmm...
[smack, smack]
- Aah! - Whoa! Oof!
- Larry? Larry?
Has anyone seen my pet ladybug?
[gulps]
No...
- Guys, guys! I've grown a flower.
- Whoa! - Ooh!
- That's just glued on.
- You can't glue on a flower.
- You can glue everything.
Look! I glued eyes to my butt.
[laughter]
- Everyone stay close to your pot spots!
Don't wander too far.
- Too late, Boo! Ha ha ha! Tag! You're it!
[yawns] Can't a bonsai get some sleep around here?
- Can't catch me!
- Whoa! Whoa! Oof!
[whimpering]
- Gotcha!
Uh-oh...
- Hey! - Go back to your side!
- Can we share it?
- Whoa! - Oh!
[comical notes]
[sadly] Oh... - I knew it.
- Look! Winter's coming! Herman lost another leaf.
[gasps] That means it's almost Christmas!
- Shh! Don't say--
- Um, did somebody say Christmas?!
- Ah, yes! Sing for us, Albert!
- Me? Sing?
Oh, I don't know if I can...
[chanting] Albert! Albert!
- Albert! Albert! Albert! - Ha ha, come on, Albert.
- Who's ready to get their jingle on?
[all cheering] - Sing it, Albert!
- I'm ready! I'm ready! JINGLE ME!
- Ahhh, here we go...
- ♪ I admit that when it comes to Christmas ♪
♪ I can get a little extreme ♪
♪ It's been a year of waiting, so I'll start decorating ♪
- ♪ The morning after Halloween ♪
- ♪ Bring on the red and green ♪
♪ Come on, sing those carols and chime those chimes ♪
♪ I'm ready, so let's do this ♪
♪ Trim the trees, let's start with me ♪
♪ For the Christmassy-est Christmas ♪
♪ So come on, everyone, let's get our jingle on ♪
♪ And cover every square inch with lights ♪
♪ Hang all the bling we've got ♪
Right there. Ooh, you missed a spot.
- And turn up the "Silent Nights"!
- That's not too much, right? Ha ha ha ha!
♪ Ring those bells and light those lights ♪
♪ I'm ready, so let's do this ♪
♪ If it's up to me, this one will be
♪ The Christmassy-est ♪
ALL: ♪ Christmassy-est ♪
- ♪ Christmassy-est ♪
[off-key] ♪ Christmas! ♪
[music winds down, stops]
Nailed it.
- Eeew, Lola's got a weed!
- Ahhh!
- She's got a weed. Maybe I've got a flower.
Ever think of that? Weedist.
Oof!
Aah!
- Ooh! - Eew!
- Ugh! Try cleaning your butt yard once in a while, Gramps.
- Off my lawn!
- Owww! - Oh! Get outta here, jerkweed!
- The name is Geeeen--
Oof!
- Be nice. It's Christmastime!
Goodwill towards all, remember?
- So warm and moist. Ahh...
- Ooh-whee!
Uh, 'scuse me, guys,
I don't wanna disturb you or anything,
but there's fresh Christmas trees on the lot!
- Oh! - Ah!
- Get outta my way! - I wanna take a gander!
- Calm down. Come on. Everybody'll get to see 'em.
- Check out that bark! - Oh ho ho ho ho!
- Check out those stems! - It's me and the spirit!
- Hubba-hubba! - They're big!
- That's some serious plants! [plants murmuring]
- Hey. Why are you so blue Christmas?
[sighs] Those trees outside--
someone's gonna take them home,
make 'em all twinkly and shiny.
And right on top will go a big, bright star.
[sighs] Why not me?
- Uh, guys, I don't wanna alarm you or anything,
but Earth Mama's comin' back!
[commotion] Get back to your pot spots--
pronto! [grunts] Ohh!
[light, suspenseful music]
- How did you get down here and all gussied up?
[gasps] Is that your Christmas tree, Grandma?
- This pipsqueak? Ha ha ha!
He's not ready yet.
- Ya got the delivery for Baker's Hill, Ma?
- It's in the back. We just need to load the truck.
Sweetie, do Grandma a favor and take off all those ornaments.
[mellow music]
[♪♪♪]
- Lots of people think I'm a pipsqueak too.
[♪♪♪]
Awesome!
But my dad always says it's okay to be small,
as long as it doesn't stop you from doing big things.
[door thuds closed] - And she's gone!
- Aah! I'm so glad she plugged you in!
Oh, you look so nice all plugged in!
- I do, don't I? [laughs]
[buzzing]
[chomp]
Aw, no.
Ugh!
- Delicious bamboo... [panda crunching]
is the panda's favorite food.
- Aah! Turn it off, turn it off!
[grunts]
[jazzy, seductive music]
- Yeah.
[chortles]
- Not in front of the children!
- Aw, man!
- So the search is on
for the world-famous Empire City Christmas tree.
I'm here with tree expert Horton Farber.
Now, professor... [thump]
what makes the perfect Christmas tree?
- Ha ha. Right. Robust branches
are a must for any Christmas tree,
the better to hold those ornaments and lights.
Some delight at the aroma of a tree,
or "nature's perfume"...
[inhales] - As I like to call it.
But the truly perfect Empire City Tree
that captures our hearts and imaginations,
it radiates all the beauty and wonder and joy that--
[voice breaks, sobs] I'm sorry.
That is Christmas.
[uplifting music]
[gasps] Albert! Everything he said--
that's you!
[gasps] I can be that tree!
- Yes! [overlapping encouragement]
- Ha ha ha! You? - Why not me?
- Tomorrow, I'll be joining Professor Farber
at Baker's Hill, Vermont,
where he will select this year's Empire City Tree.
- All right, plants! Baker's Hill!
We need coordinates!
- We're here, and Baker's Hill is there.
I'd say it's about 3 inches.
[gasps] That's so close!
- Ugh. What are they putting in your mulch?
- Wait, now hold on, hold on, hold on.
You're leaving us, Albert?
[plants murmur]
- Albert, we--we love you.
[cacti whimpering, sobbing]
- I will never forget you guys.
- Again, I don't wanna alarm anybody,
but Albert, your ride's leavin'!
[gasps] - You'll be sorry!
- No. I'll be a Christmas tree!
[laughs] ALL: Go, go, go!
- No, no, no!
- What the dingus is goin' on here?
[plants gasp]
- Oops!
[clang]
[lightly suspenseful music]
- Go, Albert. Follow your dreams!
- Ha ha ha ha!
[chuckles]
It's gonna be a very peaceful Christmas this year.
[squish] - Ooh!
[clang]
[cacti giggling]
[exciting music]
[♪♪♪]
- Whaa--
Albert! [gasps]
- Albert!
- Maisie!
[exciting music]
[thud]
[grunts] - Whoo-hoo!
[♪♪♪]
- Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-- - Whoa--oh-oh-oh!
No, no, no! Oh, my lights!
I can't be the Empire City Tree without my lights!
Yaaaah!
Oof!
- One more stop at Baker's Hill and then...
- Empire City! And then...
- The greatest Christmas Tree in the world!
- Whoa! So this is outside.
- Yeah, brutal, ugly, and cold.
Brrr... [soft crying]
- Do you hear that?
It's like someone's crying.
[crying continues]
- We're being transplanted!
[laughs] Aww! Aren't they cute?
[all crying]
- Can I tell you a secret?
I'm on my way to a new place too.
You think I'm scared?
I am.
- You are?
- Yeah, even a big tree like me.
Sometimes we all feel small.
But that's okay,
as long as it doesn't stop you from doing big things.
[giggles]
[bang] ALL: Whoa!
[gasps]
[suspenseful music]
Noooooo!
[rapid hopping thuds]
- Uh, Dad, what's Grandma's little tree doing on the truck?
- You're seeing things, honey.
- Not things. Grandma's tree!
- Ah...
[brakes squeak] [clattering]
- Uh-oh! - Oh, bite my bark.
[suspenseful music]
[♪♪♪]
[dramatic musical buildup]
- Holy Blitzen!
Coulda sworn I covered those up.
- The tree was here.
I saw it!
- Maybe you're just hungry, sweetie.
Let's get some lunch!
I see things when I'm hungry, too.
One time, I saw a giant fried chicken.
- Whoo! That was close.
- I think I wet my soil.
[muffled] Help!
[louder] Help!
- Talking snow!
- Whoa! The outside is a strange
and mysterious place.
[groans] Ugh!
Someone's underneath!
[gasps]
[whimpers]
Cold, cold, cold!
[gasping breath]
Ohh...
Ohh...uhh!
Sweet relief!
I got snow in places no cactus should have snow!
- Hey, are you okay, mister? - Mister?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, like you don't know who I am.
I love it, the whole not recognizing me thing.
Hello! Cactus Pete!
♪ Come on down to Cactus Pete's ♪
♪ We'll show you ♪
♪ A prickly good ♪
[off-key] ♪ Time ♪
[gasps] You're on a sign!
- A sign? How 'bout plates!
Cups, napkins--the menu!
- How 'bout the toilet paper?
[laughter]
His real name's Roy.
He changed it after he got the job.
[laughter]
[growls]
- What were you doing in the snow?
- It's a brutal and sadistic tale.
[festive Latin music] 11 months outta the year,
I'm the hottest tamale in town.
[singer whooping]
[♪♪♪]
[somber music]
But as soon as Christmas blows in like a bad smell...
[brakes screech]
They toss me out like trash
just so this pretty boy can take my special spot!
[growls]
[quietly] I hate you.
[sighs] Check out those lights.
- That tree has nothing on you, Albert.
[tense music]
[chuckling] Well...
aren't you mister shiny and twinkly?
- Albert's gonna be the Empire City Christmas Tree.
Maybe you've heard of it.
- Well, you don't say?
The most famous Christmas Tree in the whole dang universe.
- Guys, we should roll.
- Well, not the universe, not the whole thing.
[chuckles] Just the world.
- Oh, don't be modest, Albert.
- Yeah, don't be modest, Al.
You're the Empire City Christmas Tree, Al.
Everyone loves you, Al!
- Oh ho ho ho, that's because
the truly perfect Christmas tree,
like moi, radiates the--
Aah!
- I know all about Christmas trees, jocko!
[mocking] "We need room for our precious trees.
Let's throw the cactus outside. It won't mind."
Well, I do mind!
I mind a great deal!
[nervous laugh] We should go.
- Sharpen your needles, boys!
It's time to show our friends a prickly good time.
- Ooh, whatever you say, Roy.
[blows] [groaning]
Ohh...
[pffft]
- Destroy that tree!
[cacti grunting]
ALBERT: Aaaah!
[dramatic music]
[♪♪♪]
[thump] [base scraping]
[inhales] - Aah!
- You gotta shoot back. - Gene's right.
Make us fly, Maisie.
- Not what I meant!
ALBERT: Aaaahhh!
[thump] [thud, sizzle]
- Ohh...
[♪♪♪]
[growls]
- Head for the truck!
- Yee-haw!
Ow!
- Aah! - Aah--ooh-ooh-wah-oh!
[dramatic music]
Maisie!
[gasps] Aah!
[grunts] Run!
Oh!
- Albert! - Behind you!
- Yah, yah!
Ooh!
- Wow. - Dang.
[♪♪♪]
[gurgling]
[ice cracking] - Ha ha ha ha!
Now, that was a prickly good time!
[laughter]
- ♪ O, Christmas tree ♪
♪ O, Christmas tree ♪
♪ How heavenly are thy branches ♪
- Leave Albert al--
- Hah. That's the best you got?
- Aah! [crash]
- Maisie! - Ha ha.
How's it feel... knowing there ain't gonna be
no stinking Empire City Tree this year?
- Let me get back to you on that.
- Man, I hate Christmas.
Ooh!
[groans] Ohh...
- Yes! [truck engine turns]
- Next stop, Baker's Hill!
Ha ha ha!
Wait, no! No, no, no, no! - Wait, wait, wait!
Wait for us! [panting]
No! No...
[somber music]
[dark music]
- I'll get us a new ride faster than you can say
"Every wish comes true if the wisher who wishes it
wishes hard enough!"
- Where'd you dig her up?
Come on, let's go back
to that cozy, wozy wonderful store.
- You're a quitter.
- I'm a realist, pal.
Even if she does find us a truck, which she won't,
what are the chances it's gonna take us to Baker's--
[engine turns]
- Yoo-hoo! Baker's Hill anyone?!
- Maisie, ha ha ha, you're amazing!
- Unbelievable.
- I'm the best, I'm the best!
Aw, yeah!
I'm the best! Ooh-ooh!
I found a truck! Ooh, yeah! Let's go!
[ominous Latin music]
[♪♪♪]
[soft music]
Oh, boy! This is gonna be the best Christmas ever!
Can you feel it, Albert?
- Whoa! [chuckles]
There are stars in the sky and snow on the ground.
It's everything Christmas should be.
[sighs] But something's still missing.
It's me!
[upbeat music]
♪ Bows top presents perfectly ♪
♪ Snow's like frosting on a tree ♪
♪ The stockings and the sleigh bells ♪
♪ Are a lovely touch ♪
♪ But there's room for improvement in everything ♪
♪ And Christmas is missing a certain zing! ♪
♪ It's a matter of time until I get to shine ♪
♪ And then everyone will see ♪
♪ The best thing that can happen to Christmas ♪
♪ Is me ♪
- What about Santa?
- Yeah, he's pretty great.
- And the nine flying reindeer?
- Uh, there were only eight.
- ♪ When it comes to Christmas ♪
♪ You can't have too ♪
♪ Much ♪
- ♪ There's more to be merry and sing about ♪
♪ The timing is right, and the moment's now ♪
- ♪ The star of the evening might not be the star ♪
But, actually, the tree!
- ♪ The best thing that can happen to Christmas ♪
♪ The best thing that can happen to Christmas ♪
♪ Is meeeee ♪
Yaahhh! [whack]
- Ha ha ha! The best thing that could happen to Christmas
is me... beating the sap out of
the shiniest, twinkliest, Christmas tree in the world!
- Whoa! What's happening?
[tense music]
[Cactus Pete groans]
- "Bakers Hill.
Paper--Paper Mill?"
[all exclaiming]
- Aah! - Aah!
[buzzer blaring]
Oh!
- I don't wanna die in screaming agony!
[whimpering]
Hold on to something big!
- At least we got rid of Cactus Pete!
- Think again!
Ha ha!
- Albert!
[bang, crunch]
- Maisie!
Hang on, I'm comin'!
[banging, crunching] - Oh!
- Wrong again. You're goin'!
- Oh!
- Ha ha!
Oh, boy.
- Ah...aah!
[dramatic music]
- Yes!
Pete, I know a way out.
But I need your help.
- What's your plan?
- Gene can flip the switch!
[groans]
- This is not a plan.
It's--aah!
[intense music]
- Hurry up, Gene! - Hurry!
[grunts] It's stuck!
- Albert!
- I'm sorry, Maisie!
I'm sorry!
- At least I'll take you down with--
Aah!
[buzzer blaring]
[dramatic musical buildup]
[♪♪♪]
[wood cracking, crunching]
Ah...
- Albert! - Maisie!
- Aah!
Aah-- [thud]
[panting] Finally!
[dark music]
[♪♪♪]
[hinges creak]
[♪♪♪]
[dramatic musical flourish]
[♪♪♪]
- Let the auditions begin!
- Hmm.
This could work.
- We can't have Christmas without a tree.
- Bring it, Boo!
- ♪ If it's up to me, this one will be ♪
[straining] ♪ The Christmassy-est--♪
Oh! [music stops]
[sighs] Oh. Next!
["Deck the Halls" plays]
[boing] Next!
[rapid notes]
[gagging, choking]
- Next!
["O Christmas Tree" on organ] - Ho...ho...ho.
[music winds down] ALL: We miss Albert.
[sobbing]
[eerie music]
[wood creaking]
[wind howling]
- Whoa! I didn't know trees grew so tall!
Hello? Hello!
Does anybody know how to get to Baker's Hill?
Anybody?
Maybe they're too tall to hear.
- Maybe you're too short to be heard.
[snow crunches]
- A bunny! Aw!
- I don't like the way she's lookin' at me.
- Gene, only you could be paranoid about a bunny.
- Yeah. She's such a honey bunny!
[giggling]
The cutest wittle fuzzy muffin the world!
[chomp] - Aah!
Hey, stop! [growling]
[eerie "Psycho"-like notes]
Ouch! [growls]
You wanna piece of me?
[snarling]
- He already got a piece a' you.
It's the piece a' me I'm worried about.
- What's his problem?
[snarls] - Aah!
[ominous chords]
- Another one?
How many are there?
- You don't wanna know.
[dramatic musical sting]
[overlapping whimpers, cries]
[rabbits growling]
- Hop!
Hop, hop, hop!
- Ah...I'm getting sleigh sick!
[♪♪♪]
BOTH: Uh-oh.
Aah!
Whew!
- Ah-choo!
[overlapping yelling]
[dramatic music]
[rabbits snarling]
- Oh, this is how it ends.
[intense musical buildup]
[ice squeaking]
Ha ha ha! Yes!
Vegetables--one. Bunnies--nothing.
[ice squeaking]
[helicopter blades thrumming]
[uplifting music]
[♪♪♪]
[both panting]
- Baker's Hill!
We made it!
- Well, tweeze my roots!
- Whoo-hoo! [laughing]
How do ya feel now, Mr. Grumpy Pants?
You're sharing a pot with the next
Empire City Christmas Tree!
[crack, clatter]
- Oh, my last one!
I can't go out there without my ornaments!
- Oh, don't worry.
We're gonna get ya all holly jolly.
Aren't you gonna help?
- Why bother?
- Gene, this is my chance
to be a real Christmas tree.
- Albert, you don't need any of that shiny,
twinkly stuff to be a Christmas tree.
You shared your pot with me when no one else would.
You treated me like a friend and not some filthy weed.
If that's not what Christmas is all about,
then I don't know what is!
- Thanks, guys. - If anyone says
you're not Christmassy enough, send them to me.
- Break a branch!
And not literally!
Just an expression!
[inspiring music]
- Trunk in.
Branches out.
Be...the tree!
[whimsical music]
[♪♪♪]
- Oh! This is it!
We found our tree, everyone!
[♪♪♪]
[music goes off-key, stops]
- Christmas tree! Over here, please!
Christmas tree! Please!
I'm the one.
I'm...the one.
- It's a Christmas miracle, everyone.
We have found the glorious Empire City Tree!
[soft music]
[♪♪♪]
[wind howls]
- You'll be the Empire City Tree next year, Albert.
You'll see.
[trees laughing]
- The runt wants to be the Empire City Tree!
[laughter]
- That's precious!
I mean, right?
I mean, tell me, am I'm wrong?
- Hear that, Betty? Shrimpo wants your job.
- Ha ha ha ha ho!
Look at you!
Oh, I've got pine cones bigger than you,
little sprout.
- I'm not a sprout.
I'm just short.
[soft music]
[♪♪♪]
Leave me alone!
[♪♪♪]
- Albert! Ah-choo!
Albert! Ah-choo!
Albert?
Oh, there you are.
- All my life, I dreamed about being a Christmas tree.
- Forget those jerkweeds.
They don't know their butts from their branches.
- Come on, let's go home.
- No way. Everyone at the nursery
is just gonna laugh at me.
- Ah ha ha!
What's funny is that you actually had me fooled.
I really thought you were the famous tree!
But hey, I gotta thank ya, Al.
Because of you, I found the real Empire City Tree.
♪ O, Christmas Tree ♪
♪ Your flames will shine so ♪
[laughing] ♪ Brightly ♪
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
- Noooo!
[laughing]
- He's gonna destroy the Empire City Tree.
And it's all my fault.
- Don't blame yerself, Albert.
It's her fault too.
- Yeah! Feel better now?
- No...no.
How did Pete survive the Mill?
- He's unstoppable.
[throttle up humming]
- No, he's not.
- Whoo-hoo!
Ah, yeah!
[epic music]
[funky upbeat music]
[♪♪♪]
[cars whooshing] [horns honking]
- Yikes! Where are we?
- Leave it to me.
- Ah-choo! [shivering]
- Are you all right?
- Why wouldn't I be?
[splat]
[weed humming "Deck the Halls"]
- Watch this.
Yo, buddy, can you help out a fellow weed?
- A weed in need?
- Yes, indeed.
We gotta get to Empire City Square!
- Hey, SCUZZ! We got a weed in need here!
- Harry! Let's get these newbies to the square ASAP!
- Yo, take it down a notch.
- See, everyone else treats weeds like dirt.
So we help each other.
- It's the weed creed.
- How can you grow in a crack?
- Hey, babe, it's just a crack. But it's my crack, all right?
- It's a crack.
- Hey, we got your route!
[energetic rhythm]
- This way. Let's go!
[♪♪♪]
[whistles] Right here!
- Ah!
Ooh!
Ugh!
Now!
[funky upbeat music continues]
[♪♪♪]
[whack] [yipping]
["Joy to the World" plays]
[gasps]
- We're here in Empire City
for the lighting of the world's most famous Christmas tree.
Professor Horton,
what can you tell us about this year's tree?
- Oh, that trunk!
Those branches! - Is that Albert?
- Yeah, if he's been scarfing a buttload of fertilizer.
- You mean, they didn't pick him?
Well, I would have picked him!
What's wrong with them? He was perfect!
- Hey, down in front!
- Cactus Pete!
[dark notes]
[shivering]
- Save...the...
ah...ah...
ah-choo!
- Maisie? Maisie! [echoing]
Albert?!
- Maisie!
You're freezing.
- We gotta warm her up.
[light music]
[♪♪♪]
- I know you. You're from Grandma's nursery.
A tree like you shouldn't be out in the cold.
Dad! Dad! The palm tree from Grandma's store.
You gotta see this!
Someone's pulling a fast one.
[suspenseful music]
[♪♪♪]
[pot thunking along ground]
- Well, if it isn't my old pal Al,
the little tree that couldn't.
[laughs]
Look at yourself!
[groans]
I may never be a Christmas tree,
but I am not letting you ruin Christmas.
- Oh ho ho ho! Sassy words, amigo.
Oh, sometimes I'm so bad.
Now if you'll excuse me,
it's time to get a little festive.
I call it "The Empire City Christmas Tree Lighting...
with extra picante."
[tense music]
- Uhh!
Mm...uhh!
[buzzing]
Mmm...
[intense musical buildup]
[groans]
[crack]
- No!
[crash, shatter]
- Albert!
[ominous chords]
["Deck the Halls" plays]
I...
I saved the tree.
- Not yet. Look, a falling star.
- Aah!
[crowd gasps]
[crowd commotion]
[dramatic musical sting]
[ominous music]
[crowd murmuring]
[winch squeaks]
- Ohh...
- Ho...ho...ha!
[♪♪♪]
- I'm--I'm--I'm bald!
[crowd murmurs]
[sniffs]
My dad always says it's okay to be small
as long as it doesn't stop you from doing big things.
[soft music]
[♪♪♪]
[uplifting music]
[grunts] Uhh!
[♪♪♪]
- Folks, the Christmas star
has sliced off the top of this beautiful tree.
Sliced it like a knife through a holiday cheese log.
- You don't have to be a scientist to know
that a Christmas tree without a star is...
[sniffs] not a Christmas...
Tree?
[light music]
[♪♪♪]
- Are you okay?
- Yes! Someone get me a pot,
a shovel, and ornaments. Quick!
- You heard the professor.
And while you're at it, get rid of this ugly cactus.
[groans] Oh...
- I don't know how you got here, my little friend,
but thank Christmas you made it.
[heroic music]
[♪♪♪]
- Daddy! That's him! Grandma's tree!
I told you I saw him!
- Jiminy Christmas!
[intense music]
[cheers and applause]
[♪♪♪]
[laughs] It's like my dream had a dream,
and that dream came true!
[♪♪♪]
[crowd commotion]
- You can do it...
- C'mon, little guy...
- Be strong.
- Be...the tree.
[groaning]
[crowd roars]
[epic, sweeping music]
[♪♪♪]
- Hooray! I'm a genius!
- Go, little tree!
[laughing]
[overlapping chatter, shouting]
[♪♪♪]
♪ Ring those bells and light those lights ♪
♪ I'm ready, so let's do this ♪
♪ If it's up to me, this one will be ♪
♪ The Christmassy--♪
- Are you gonna sing that all night?
- I might! [Betty chuckles]
- I figured!
- Back home, my friends can't get enough of it.
[soft music]
[♪♪♪]
[sighs] Good-bye, Albert.
[♪♪♪]
[bang]
- Oh...
oh--uhh!
[groans]
[melancholy music]
Ah, you've gotta be kidding me.
[groaning]
- Maisie! Wait! I need a favor!
- ♪ Come on down to Cactus Pete's ♪
♪ I'll show you a prickly ♪
♪ Good time...♪
- Pete!
[whimsical music]
[♪♪♪]
Thanks, guys!
- Ugh. You won, okay?
Just let me be. Go spread joy to the world
or some reindeer-poop like that.
- You don't really hate Christmas, Pete.
- Oh, stop.
- What you hate is being left out.
I know how it feels.
[exhales]
Yer talkin' nonsense.
- We're not so different, you and me.
We both have needles, but...
no one hangs ornaments on yours.
And that stinks.
- I...
I always wondered what it would be like,
bein' all shiny and twinkly
and feeling the warmth of those lights
and...making everyone feel merry!
[♪♪♪]
Hmm.
[exhales]
Listen, I'm, uh...
I'm sorry. For everything I did to you.
[sighs] I've been nothin' but naughty this year.
- It's not too late to do nice.
- Whoo-hoo!
Hey, look at me!
I'm Mr. Shiny McTwinkly!
Ooh, sorry about the buzz cut, ma'am.
- Don't mention it.
- Whoo-hoo!
Ha ha ha! I'm prickly!
I'm prickly, and it's okay!
- How long are we gonna give him?
- As long as he wants. - Wait, what?
- After all you put me through? You're just walking away?
- No. I'm going home.
I got some friends who need a Christmas Tree.
[pensive music]
[♪♪♪]
- ♪ O, Christmas Pete ♪
♪ O, Christmas Pete ♪
♪ How heavenly are thine ♪
♪ Needles! ♪
Yeah, that's the stuff!
["We Wish You A Merry Christmas" plays]
- Maisie looked that bunny square in the eyes and said--
- You wanna piece of me?!
[laughter]
- Right, that's telling 'em!
What about green Gene, here?
- Ah you wouldn't believe it.
Gene knew every weed in Empire City!
- Every weed! - Wow!
- Gene's a bad dude.
[chuckles] What can I say?
I get around.
- I hate to alarm y'all again,
but Earth Mama's on the move! Hurry!
- You wanna do what?
- But we've got presents to open!
- Just one second.
- What is it with her and that tree?
- I don't know how you did it, little tree,
but I'm glad you're back.
Here, I made something for ya.
I'm sure I'll be seeing you around.
I always do. [giggles]
[light music]
- I love sappy endings.
- Yeah, me too!
- Weed! - You can call me SCUZZ.
- Merry Christmas! - Aah!
- How's it hanging, fun stuff?
- Watch your mouth, little weed boy.
[slurping] Ohhh...
- Refill!
- I think I found my soilmate. Mwah.
- Oh, no...
- Oh, yeah, we invited some friends over for Christmas.
- Come on, guys! Mingle, dance around.
This is a party! Let's party!
[all whooping]
- Who's ready to get their jingle on?
Ha ha ha!