Santa:
[Trying to operate the S-1 himself, denting it and jolting it violently, while flashing red lights flash all over the S-1's bridge]
I, um... 23 Mimosa Avenue, Trelew.
Mrs. Santa:
[Reading the manual]
Reading up. There's no harm in using a manual. Men.
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. Unh!
Mrs. Santa:
[Trying to calm Santa]
Piffle. 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 take 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's all that matters. Not me, your son. Not the two billion things I did right tonight. No!
Santa:
This is about the pool table, isn't it? I told you, you should've written to me.
Steve:
[shouting]
I was eight. You're my dad!
Mrs. Santa:
[shouting]
For goodness sake!
Mrs. Santa:
[Slams her cup down on the controls]
Arthur and Grandsanta are out there probably not wearing nearly enough layers and you two are bickering over a big red toy?
Santa:
I'm... I'm not bickering. If Steven could just stand back.
[Activates the airbag]
Santa:
Ooh!
S-1 Computer:
[Airbag inflates]
Air bag.
Santa:
You drive, Steven.
Steve:
Thank you.
[Puts on his gloves and fires up the S-1]
Steve:
So since gift delivery to child 47785BXK is all that seems to matter, I'll do it myself. Then 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 thrust.
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