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Greg Cipes, Scott Menville, Khary Payton
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Without toys, the children of the world will reach peak sadness levels by breakfast.
- Looking good, bro. - Oh, yeah!
Yeah. Santa needs a gut and a beard.
Yeah. Santa needs a gut and a beard.
Twin turbo engines powered by a nuclear fusion reactor.
This baby's gonna spread Christmas cheer at twice the speed of sound.
The life of a Christmas elf is one of suffering.
But you're so skinny dude.
Coal is a garbage gift.
And his belly. So plump.
- Beans? - This is bean?
Twin turbo engines powered by a nuclear fusion reactor.
Twin turbo engines powered by a nuclear fusion reactor.
We'll work around the clock until our hands blee. But what about you?
Enough that my belly, jiggle like a bowl full of jelly.
Well, it's hard to get excited when Santa refuse to give us any presents.
But all the presents have been destroy.
Yeah, we don't get presents, anyway. So what if you quit.
I've decide that if I can't have every holiday
And deliver them early, baby.
You should perhaps reconsider due to your recently expand girth.
Wo-ho-ho, that's broken.
Thank you, Sticky Joe.
Sounds crazy enough to work. I like it!
I told you Christmas is over.
All right, I've run the simulations.
All aboard.
Of course I'm still mad at you, hence, the coal.
Through the chimney, obviously.
Is Christmas really gone forever?
Absolutely not.
Approximately seven billion.
You should perhaps reconsider due to your recently expanded girth.
You should perhaps reconsider due to your recently expanded girth.
Santa actually brought us gifts?
Sounds crazy enough to work. I like it!
What did we ever do to have him treat us like this.
But I'd only return if they gave me all the other holidays, too.
Of course I'm still mad at you, hence, the coal.
You despicable bohemian.
Ugh, evasive maneuvers.
But you're so skinny dude.
You don't get it. It's over, I'm done. Merry Christmas.
I knew if the world missed even one Christmas, they'd be desperate to have me back.
Remember when we would get excited about that?
And the facial hair is lacking.
So you're still mad at us?
Wo-ho, it's a little tight.
Without toys, the children of the world will reach peak sadness levels by breakfast.
Twin turbo engines powered by a nuclear fusion reactor.
Oh! Your poor, poor heart.
We were fools to try to stop that jolly fat man.