Santa:
[angrily] Ho ho ho! [Shift to frame all five] What's with all the crashing and the smashing, and the smashing and the crashing?! Huh?! I'm out delivering coal all night long, and I come home to the Smashing-and-Crashing Gang?!
[Turn down from him to them on the end of this. He is still in view]
Bubbles:
But...
Santa:
Uh-uh! No buts! I ain't listenin' to no buts from some no-good naughty kids! And no no-good little naughty kids are gonna tell me what's what! [During this line, cut back and forth from him to them twice - he points at them - and back to him at the end of it] 'Cause guess what? [Cut to the four; they blink up at him in silent fear, from offscreen] ANSWER ME!!!
[The four cringe at Santa's screaming]
Blossom:
[nervously] Uh... [Pull back behind him]
Santa:
That's right! First time, first time it's ever happened. [walking to his computer] Every last little no-good, good-for-nothin' kid in the stinkin' world was naughty! [On the end of this line, cut to just inside the computer room, putting him o.c. The girls walk in hesitantly. From offscreen, voice breaking] Naughty! Naughty! Naughty little kids the world over! [Princess peeks in; pull back to frame him] Except for one. One nice sweet little girl.
Buttercup:
You're wrong!
Santa:
[angrily] Oh, I am, huh?! [turning to them, holding printout] Well, I's gots the list, baby. [Close-up of it as he slams it to the floor, across from the girls and Princess. From offscreen] Check it!
Princess Morbucks:
[She perches atop the stack and puts her hands on her hips as Santa already has his arms crossed and looking stern] Yeah! Check it! [She kicks it over, sending a cascade of pages unfolding from the accordion stack toward the girls to bury them. They pop out, inspect different sections, and gasp at what they find: Remember, this is the "nice" list that was falsified]
Santa:
Yeah! A million bazillion good-for-nothin's on this list! [holding up Post-It from his monitor] And one little itty bitty, perfect little angel over here.
[Close-up of a beaming Princess on the end of this. She is still in midair, at the point from which she kicked over the list]
Princess Morbucks:
[sticking her tongue out] Nyah! [Back to the girls]
Bubbles:
That's not right! [She flies up to Santa] Maybe you didn't check the list twice! [Pan left; Buttercup flies up behind him]
Buttercup:
Yeah! Princess is the naughtiest kid ever! [Pan right; Blossom joins them]
Blossom:
She must've snuck up here and switched the lists! '[[Princess gets into the act]
Princess Morbucks:
NUH-UH! Santa, don't listen to them! They're just jealous 'cause they got coal. [Powerpuff girls staring at her in angry] They're jealous 'cause I'm nicer, I'm smarter, and I'm prettier, and I'm better than them - so they wouldn't let me be a Powerpuff Girl. [fiercely; he cowers again] That makes them naughty!
Santa:
[smiling] You mean, the Powerpuff Girls? [Cut to her, face going slack as she realizes she just spoke the wrong words and ruined her plan; he walks by beneath her] Not the same Powerpuff Girls who are always helping people and saving the day and being really good? [He stops before the girls] I mean, really good? [Powerpuff Girls nod happily at his appraisal of their work] Yeah, yeah. See, that explains all the flying and floating and stuff.
Princess Morbucks:
AHEM! BUT I SHOULD BE A POWERPUFF GIRL! ME! Not them! Me! MY DADDY SAYS I'M BETTER! MY DADDY SAYS I'M THE BEST! AND IF YOU'RE TOO MUCH OF A FATHEADED FATHEAD TO SEE THAT, I'LL TELL MY DADDY! AND HE'LL COME AND BUILD A PARKING LOT OUTTA THIS CHEAP... LITTLE... [She kicks and breaks toys] ARTS AND CRAFTS... POPSICLE STAND OF YOURS! GET IT?! SO YOU BETTER GIVE ME WHATEVER I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS, 'CAUSE MY DADDY SAYS I GET WHATEVER I WANT! WHENEVER I WANT IT! AND IF THAT MEANS ALL OF THOSE LOUSY, WORTHLESS, SECOND RATE BARGAIN BASEMENT BRATS OF THE WORLD DON'T GET ANYTHING FOR CHRISTMAS, THEN THAT'S JUST THE WAY IT'S GONNA HAVE TO BE! 'CAUSE I AM BETTER THAN THEM! AND IT SAYS SO RIGHT HERE! [She grabs a note and puts it up to Santa's face] SO PUT THAT IN YOUR PIPE AND SMOKE IT, SANTA CLOD!
[His mouth hangs full open at this display of unbridled avarice, combined with a total lack of emotional control; the girls are similarly dumbstruck. As the seconds tick by, silently and tensely, Princess floats between him and the girls; close-up of her, smirking at them with a confidence born from her belief that she has beaten the system once and for all. Santa gapes up at her, but that smirk never wavers. After nearly fifteen seconds of stillness, his eyebrows lower in determination and he grits his teeth. He has made up his mind at last]
Santa Claus:
LIST SCHMIST! [grabbing Post-It, tearing it up] I DON'T NEED NO STINKIN' LIST TELLIN' ME WHO'S NAUGHTY AND WHO'S NICE! YA KNOW WHY?! 'CAUSE I'M SANTA CLAUS! [throwing down arms] CHECK IT! PRINCESS... [He grabs Princess Morbucks' ear, then hauls her across the office as he continues. She yelps in pain under his words] YOU HAVE GONE AND WORKED OFF MY LAST NERVE! [He releases his grip and leaves her floating in midair. Close-up of her; she cries out a bit more and rubs her ear. Pull back to show him looking up at her with no sympathy whatsoever. Crossing room] I have no other choice. You are so rotten, SO despicable, so naughty, [turning around] I'm putting you on the... [Pull back to show him standing by a large red-framed sheet of bronze on the wall - so tall that its upper portion is out of view. He points his arm up to it] PERMANENT NAUGHTY PLAQUE! [Turn up to the top as he speaks. The word "NAUGHTY" is inscribed in enormous red letters with the letter y on the end of it's shaped devil's tail , with four names below it: Bill McCracken, Ryan Faust, Adolph Schickelgruber, Stephen Fonti. The upper edge of the frame is carved in the shape of a devil's head. Imitating dramatic horns] Bum-bum-BUMMMMMMMM!
[Princess Morbucks gasps in unmitigated fear, knowing that justice is about to be served. Extreme close-up of Santa's lifted index finger and follow it slowly through the air as he brings it to his nose. He touches the tip; a flash of snowflakes, and Princess' name is now cut into the metal as well, signifiying her permanent naughty status for the rest of her life]
Princess Morbucks:
[screaming in horrorified] YOU CAN'T DO THAT! I'M TELLING MY DADDY! [She takes off and smashes an exit for herself through the office wall. Visible only as a bright speck, she makes a beeline for the distant mountains. Santa and the girls move closer to the hole to watch her go. He turns to them, holds up his finger without a word, and touches it to his nose. Cut to the fleeing Princess who, in a flash, suddenly finds herself back in her street clothes. She soars along a few hundred yards more before realizing that she has been stripped of her powers, then loses her forward momentum and drops from sight with a sharp gasp. Screaming, she plummets toward the snowy expanse and plows deep into it. A second later, she slowly emerges from the hole, with snow covering her from head to toe, and forces her eyes open through the covering. Pull back into the office; she cannot be seen from this far away] NO FAIR!
