Tiny Christmas

Oops.

Dad!

I'm outside, Emma!

I thought we agreed

to unpack the important stuff first?

You know, the stuff we need to survive the harsh winter?

Microwave, TV, toilet paper?

Stop eye‐balling me, elf.

Yay, Christmas!

Uh, maybe we should just hang a wreath on the door?

Ah, my sweet child.

Potkins do not simply hang a wreath.

It's go big or go home.

I like the "go home" part.

Come on, Em.

This is a fresh start to our fresh start.

New job.

New 'hood.

We gotta do this right.

You should help.

Get your Christmas on.

You can untangle me!

As amazing as that sounds, I'm missing a box.

A crazy important one.

It's labeled "crazy important"?

Check my office.

I left a bunch of unopened stuff in there.

And I was serious,

please untangle me?

Whoa, her house is phenomenal.

We're gonna need more lights.

Any luck?

Uh, yup, all here.

Christmas is officially saved.

Well, good.

Aw...

the Potkins pajama photo.

You know,

your mother always picked those pajamas herself.

Yeah, she had a real gift for hideous.

She sure did.

Look at that one.

Adorbs.

What was that, five years ago?

Four.

And no one says "adorbs".

It's the last one we took.

We should take this photo again.

The two of us?

Sorry, Dad, it's just not the same.

Ah, come on,

I can photoshop in Uncle Charlie and Grandma.

Or the latest teen pop sensation

whose name I'm not hip enough to know?

Hey...

It'll get easier, I promise.

Eventually, this will start to feel like home.

Not by tomorrow.

Not by Christmas.

We have shrinkage!

This Christmas,

I've incorporated

the shrinkage/de‐shrinkage technology

that allows us to fit a world worth of toys

onto a single sled!

All we need

are these slick shades.

Just because you're stuffing stockings

doesn't mean you can't look snowman cool.

Isn't that right, Commander Chill?

Just give me the goggles, Elfonso.

It's Christmas Eve.

My squad's on the clock.

Of course, the clock!

Like all Elf‐Tech, these babies are powered

by Christmas Magic.

Which means they only work on Christmas Eve.

Once the sun comes up on Christmas morning,

everything shuts down.

No shrinking, no unshrinking.

Nada.

Got it. Let's go.

Wait!

You need to know how to unshrink the toys.

All right, talk fast,

and no model poses.

It's simple.

This button,

right here.

Freeze ray!

My bad.

Uh, wrong button.

Just need to reverse the process.

Wowza!

The dreaded orange mohawk!

Oh, uh...

I must have programmed the buttons wrong.

Why do you always find the bugs during the demo?

Elfonso!

You're gonna have to come with us.

Fix it in flight. Let's go‐‐

In flight?

Have you flipped your pointy‐hat?

I‐I'm not field trained, I'm a tech‐elf.

You're the Chief Tech‐Elf!

Nobody knows this stuff better than you.

You can swap out with one of my elf commandos, okay?

Come on.

But I've never left the North Pole,

or even seen a normal‐sized kid,

or their hideous rounded ears.

Get it together, elf!

We need you on that sled.

Christmas is depending on you.

It's go time!

Okay...

They came!

They actually came!

Emma! Emma?

What?

Did the neighbor's lights start a fire?

I know you miss the old house.

And this Christmas seems a little lonely

without the extended family.

Father...

what shady thing are you up to?

No shade.

Santa's work.

A little Christmas surprise.

Since we can't be there

for the annual Potkins' shin‐dig,

I decided to bring some family to us.

Is it Grandma?

Or Aunt Cicely?

Oh, the Prizapelly twins!

Please say the Prizapelly twins!

No, uh...

They're all too far away,

so... I found our closest living relatives.

There's a Monster Truck in our driveway.

And it's bouncing.

We've never actually met them,

but we know them,

by their reputation.

No...

You can't mean...

the Farkleys?

I'm sure they're not as bad as the urban legend suggests.

So they didn't blow up Uncle Ted's station wagon

on the Fourth of July?

Or toilet paper the White House on Halloween?

Or sink that cruise ship on Talk Like a Pirate Day?

Those crazy Farkleys.

Look, it'll be fun.

Just don't turn your back on them,

and hide the forks.

Seasons greetings, Potkins!

Barkley Farkley.

Here's a fruitcake!

Might want to re‐gift that.

: Merry Christmas, baby!

Be good!

Daddy and I love ya!

Your parents,

they're not staying?

Nope.

They're off to Peoria.

There's a Monster Truck Rally on

: Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!

But today is Friday! Friday! Friday!

Which gives us

plenty of family bonding time.

Uh... I'm not sure what's happening.

She's your cousin.

Fourth Cousin,

thrice removed.

I can smell the resemblance.

We should hang some stockings.

On what?

We don't even have a fireplace.

Oh, don't we?

It's not even moving.