The Elf

- If you stop me now, I won't be able to do the restore.

My life's work.

Nobody works here you see.

I mean I'm Mr. Brooks, but nobody works here anymore.

I don't...

Well okay.

Unbelievable.

Guy says he works here. - That's good.

No that's not good.

This is so odd.

Okay I'll bite, what is it?

- Okay so you know how toy makers

were a specialty profession, kind of like a butcher,

et cetera, so on and so forth right?

Well each customer in this book represents a ledger

like a checklist of each toy made.

Empty.

- Maybe he just didn't get around to it.

It's not that hard to figure out.

Or maybe it got lost amongst the rest of the crap over here.

Yeah, all great theories,

except he wasn't making different toys.

It's the same toy.

Monteya, come on.

Come on be careful, what are you doing?

Come on now didn't I tell you

to be careful with what you touch?

Ow.

Huh.

Finally something works.

Whoever can use that...

Whoever accepts this gift will be the soul of its contents.

"You are part of a wild hunt.

Any attempt to interrupt the nature

of its intent will lead to end."

"Be warned that it sees all and punishes.

You are granted removal of one name from this... naughty list."

Hey.

- Wait I thought you said you were at a toy shop

which is kind of pedophile-ish but I didn't want to judge.

Sky, why are you calling me?

I told you to wait for my call.

Wait are you in any trouble?

Because if you need me there before Christmas just let me know.

- Wait, where is Nick again?

- Nick is in the back, and what I really, really need

is for you to not know so much about the big surprise.

Why not?

Because you have a big mouth.

- Okay, so that's how this is gonna go?

Where's Nick?

He's in the back.

- So, he's in the back, by himself?

Yeah.

- You must really hate your boyfriend, huh?

Uh, fiancé and what why?

- You're letting him touch all this old and creepy shit

without a gun or a priest or a shaman, nothing?

Now you know what, hey send me the address

where you're gonna have this little party.

I'm gonna have my cousin Yelp it.

Sky the party is on Christmas

and you know how Nick feels about that time of year.

- Wait so you invited the entire neighborhood or?

- Yeah, yeah I invited a few people.

- Yeah that's some really crazy shit right there.

Having a bunch of random people over.

- Yeah, if you, if you could see this place

you would know that that's not gonna be an issue.

That's racist.

- No, no what I'm saying is that this place

is literally stuck in the 30's.

- You realize that's still racist right?

- Okay what I mean is that there's no one here

under the age of 90, I mean,

there's no traffic,

no birds,

there's no kids.

Hey, wait, what's going on?

I'm okay.

- Hey have you seen The Village?

I gotta go.

I'll call you later.

Okay whatever.

I'll remember that.

- "I accept this gift from Woo-Don."

I guess it was the last thing he made,

but the whole thing was odd.

I'm not even sure I saw whatever it was.

I'm just happy for it to be appraised

and then we can move on with our lives--

Do you want to marry me?

What?

You heard what I said.

Do you want to marry me?

Of course.

- Well you know what this holiday means to me.

Yes, and I'm trying.

- Look, we've spent the majority of our time

celebrating an old shop.

I mean we hardly even talk.

I feel like I know nothing about your life here,

the people, the town.

- I've never kept anything from you, Victoria.

Why can't we meet your mom?

She uh...

I've already told you why.

- Well I want to know again, tell me again.

I'm serious, if we're gonna get married

then I need to meet at least one person in your family,

a cousin, an uncle, anyone.

What are you doing, why are we stopping?

Sir, hey.

Are you okay?

Sir, you've been in an accident,

is there anyone you want me to call?

- I'm going to get into so much trouble.

Sir, you're gonna be- sir,

who's going to be mad at you?

Hey.

Nick?

Let's get to the house.

- Okay let's just not talk about it.

Listen.

Christmas music.

I better go and turn that right off.

Really?

- I think I'm gonna make some hot chocolate

but don't worry I wouldn't even dream

of putting marshmallows in it.

Honey.

- I'll be fine just not right now okay?

- Victoria. - Oh my god.

What?

Are you serious?

Is this a joke?

Whatever.

Nice try and all, but,

this is not what I meant by Christmas spirit.

That thing is creepy as shit by the way.

Okay, I get that it's weird

but it is not that much of a big deal.

What's up with you?

I didn't bring it.

Yeah.

Why does it have that creepy blade?

So, I'm assuming you found it like that?

Yeah but,

it ran.

It ran?

- Yeah and it marked me with a seal.

A seal?

- And it's right here on my left arm.

Yeah.

Damn, I hate it when that happens.

When I was young my Sally See and Say spoke

without me pulling her cord.

You know what I did?

I chucked it.

Bye you creepy son of a bitch.

Oh.

Done.

No more trouble from Santa's creepy little helper.

What'd you do with him?

It is in the trash.