Arthur Christmas2011

Santa:
[trying to operate the S-1 himself, denting it and jolting it violently, Flashing red lights flash all over the S-1's bridge] OK! 23 Mimosa Avenue, Trelew

Mrs. Santa:
[Reading the manual] Reading up! There is no harm in using the manual

Santa:
[Agitated, pressing buttons, levers and knobs all over the bridge causing the S-1 to rock and sway violently] Margaret! I Order you to DISEMBARK! It's not safe!

Mrs. Santa:
[Trying to calm Santa] I did a microlight flying course on the internet! It can't be that different!

Santa:
[Steve appears at the doors to the bridge] Oh! Steve!

Steve:
[Santa accidentally leans on a lever and the S-1 jolts more violently] You've DENTED IT! You've taken it out without asking!

Mrs. Santa:
[stabilizes the S-1] Malcolm, you told me he knew! You know how Steve feels about his S-1

Santa:
[presses more buttons and levers causing it to rock and sway even more violently] It's MY S-1! S for Santa, I'm flying to this child!

Steve:
Of course, she is all that matters, not me! Your SON! Not the Two Billion things I didn't write tonight! NOOOoooo!

Santa:
This is about the pool table isn't it! I told you that you should have written to me!

Steve:
[shouting] I was eight years old! You're my dad!

Mrs. Santa:
[shouting] For Goodness sake!

Mrs. Santa:
[slams her cup down on the controls] Arthur & Grandsanta are out there probably not wearing nearly enough layers of clothing and you two are bickering over a big red toy!

Santa:
I'm... I'm not bickering! If Steven should just Stand back! [Activates the airbag]

S-1 Computer:
[Airbag inflates] Airbag!

Santa:
You drive, Steven? Thank you!

Steve:
[puts on his S-1 gloves, fires up in the S-1] So! Since gift delivery to child 47785BXK is all that seems to matter, I'll do it all myself, and we'll pick up Arthur and Grandsanta from whatever ditch they've ended up in.

S-1 Computer:
[Steve pulls the main lever on the S-1 to go at full throttle] Maximum Velocity!

Steve:
Hold on Tight!