Gabby Duran and the Unsittables

Who's ready for our first Christmas in Havensburg?

Where my elves at?

Head elf reporting for duty.

- (Gabby grunts) - (Olivia laughs)

Gabby!

All over the house.

I changed the lyrics a little bit, but,

your part's still the same.

Olivia: I'm really glad we're practicing

before Dad gets here.

I'm feeling pretty good about the "fas."

The "la-la-las," not so much.

Are you kidding me? Dad's gonna love this.

It's the perfect gift for a man visiting his kids and ex-wife

for the holidays.

Now, let's blow some Christmas cheer in the mirrors.

- Mom, you ready? - Ready!

Gabby: Then hit it!

Aah! (Laughs)

The Christmas sisters are on a whole other level.

I love it.

What can I say? The Durans always do Christmas right.

And all finished.

- Ha. - (beeps)

- (energy surges) - (grunts)

Jeremy! Oh. What is going on?

My traps are working perfectly. That's what's going on.

White Beard won't know what hit him.

Oh, Jeremy. We've been through this.

White Beard the Starkiller is just a legend.

That's what I used to think.

- Computer! - (surges)

Every Gor-Mon knows

the tale of White Beard the Starkiller.

Yes, yes. The evil alien overlord

who visits children once a year.

And distracts them with presents so that he may

suck their life force and remain immortal forever.

And he wears a red coat because it brings out his eyes.

An old Gor-Monite wives' tale

designed to dissuade children from wanting presents. That's all.

Oh, really? Then how do you explain this?

- (sighs) - A white-bearded creature in a red coat

who visits every Earth child

once a year and gives them presents?

- It's White Beard. - Oh, Jeremy, you're being absurd.

Earth Santa is not White Beard. He's jolly.

Oh, you simple man.

White Beard must have feasted on your life force as a child.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I've got a bunch more traps to set.

Oh, Jeremy!

You forgot to unfreeze me.

Gabby, look. I found Dad's old reindeer hat.

Nice. The ghost of Christmas past.

Okay. Final piece.

Perfecto.

- And now... - Shouldn't we wait for Dad?

We never do that part without him.

We could wait for Dad.

Or we could show him how the gingerbread students

have become the gingerbread masters.

(music box plays "We Wish You a Merry Christmas")

- It's Dad. - Both: Dad!

Hey. How are my favorite Christmas sisters?

Hangin' holly, being jolly. Hey, check this out.

Whoa. Is that a fully-lit

and automated gingerbread house back there?

Looks like the gingerbread students

have become the gingerbread masters.

Huh. That's what I said.

Bruce: Look, girls,

I don't know how to say this.

I'm actually calling from the airport.

I'm laid over in Chicago.

It's a whiteout blizzard here. No flights in or out.

What are you saying?

I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it in time for Christmas.

But we always have Christmas together.

It's not Christmas without all of us.

Liv, wait!

- (panting) - (running footsteps)

Gabby: Dad, gotta call you back.

- (door closes) - (exhales sharply)

Hey.

Want to finish the Christmas sister stockings?

Move the Elf on the Shelf to mess with Mom?

It's still Christmas, right?

It's not Christmas without Dad.

I wish I could help, Liv. But...

It's not like I could just make Dad magically appear.

Hmm.

Swifty!

- (door closes) - Oh, Gabby. Uh, what are you doing here?

How would you like to save Christmas?

By becoming my dad?

Thanks for doing this.

Never seen Olivia this sad before.

Normally I wouldn't take part in such foolishness.

But it was either this or spend the day

trying to escape ridiculous booby traps.

So, here we are.

Okay. But we only have about an hour before Christmas Eve dinner.

So if I'm gonna teach you how to "Dad," we've gotta hurry.

First, let me show you a photo.

- (beeps) -(chuckles) Hold on. I have it.

- (scoffs) Dang it. - Principal Swift: Oh.

Human technology.

It's little watching an otter try to start a fire.

- Computer. - (beeping)

Scan these photos of Bruce Duran,

and create a composite image.

Whoa.

Cool.

So, yeah. It's my dad.

Laid back. Really fun.

Goofy smile.

Principal Swift: Quite the impressive physical specimen.

He gets me. But,

he also gets Olivia. He even learned German just to speak with her.

Ooh. Wunderbar.

And this manly man wore that hat.

No doubt to disguise himself

while hunting prey.

No. He wore the hat

because he's full of Christmas spirit.

We haven't seen my dad much since we moved this year.

That's why it's even more important that he be there today.

You know, to make the holidays feel special for me.

I mean, Olivia. This isn't about me.

My dad's nickname for my mom?

Dean or Queen Dean.

Wait. Olivia's best subject in school?

Trick question. All of them.

Relax yourself, Gabby.

I am here to save Christmas.

Do you have the DNA sample?

Well.

Wow. Check me out.

I am a marvel.

- Gabby, are you seeing these gains? - (Gabby groans)

Please stop caressing my father's muscles like that.

- It's creeping me out. - Right.

All right. Here goes nothing.

Look who I found!

Bruce!

What a surprise.

Hello, Dina Duran. Who I affectionately call

Dean and or Queen Dean. I've arrived.

It is a Christmas miracle.

Wow, handshake. Uh, you've gotten formal all of a sudden.

- Ooh. - (Gabby laughs)

- Um... - Hey. Um, well,

I, I thought you were snowed in.

It melted. Weird stuff.

Global warming, huh?

Olivia! Dad's here!

Dad!