A PAW Patrol Christmas (2025) Movie Script
[Sleigh bells jingling]
Get the decorations
Going to hang them
all around
Going to do some sledding
When the snow starts
falling down
Been a long time coming
And we had to wait and wait
But it's finally Christmas
We can finally celebrate
For a year we've been trying
To wait patiently
Now, it's here
There's a real electricity
Can you believe
it's finally Christmas
We waited forever
to sing this song
Can you believe
it's finally Christmas
What's up, Christmas
What took you so long
Going to bake some cookies
For a taste
of Christmas cheer
Is it any wonder
That they always disappear
Packages with ribbons
Underneath
the glowing lights
Sitting by the fire
On a cozy winter night
And when friends
come together
To laugh and share
We can send love
to everyone everywhere
Can you believe
it's finally Christmas
We waited forever
to sing this song
Can you believe
it's finally Christmas
What's up, Christmas
What took you so long
Why do we need
another Christmas
There's nothing for me
in Santa's sack
Why do we need
another Christmas
Goodbye, Christmas
and never come back
Santa Claus, it's Rubble
I don't know if you can hear
But I hope you've noticed
I've been extra nice
this year
There's a Christmas yearning
Only one thing can fulfill
So, I'm kind of begging
Can I have this laser drill
Carbon tip
and an extra two batteries
Plus the grip is titanium
Santa, please
Can you believe
it's finally Christmas
We waited forever
to sing this song
Can you believe
it's finally Christmas
What's up, Christmas
What's up, Christmas
don't forget the laser drill
What took you so long
Hey, guys. Check it out.
[Everyone laughing]
[Phone ringing]
Ryder here.
Oh, Ryder.
Thank goodness you're there.
What's wrong, Mayor Goodway?
I'm happy to report that
nothing's wrong.
But we need your help
to finish decorating
this magnificent Christmas tree
before the annual
tree-lighting festival.
As you can see,
we've run out of ladder.
I need you and the pups
to help put this very big star
at the very top of
this very tall tree.
RYDER:
We're on it.
No Christmas tree is too big.
No pup is too small.
PAW Patrol, to the Lookout.
PUPS:
Ryder needs us.
[Cheering]
Whoa!
Marshall, slow down!
[Objects clattering]
I just decked the halls
with myself.
[Everyone laughing]
[Elevator bell dinging]
PAW Patrol
ready for holiday action,
Ryder, sir.
Thanks for hustling, pups.
Mayor Goodway needs our help
to finish decorating
the Christmas tree
in the town square.
[Sighing]
I sure do love Christmas.
And I have a surprise.
All of your pup vehicles
have been decorated.
Awesome!
Woo-hoo!
[Laughing]
I'm glad you like them.
So, for this mission,
I'll need Skye.
You'll use your copter
to lift the star
to the top of the tree.
[Barking]
Let's take that star to the sky.
And Marshall.
I need you to extend
your fire truck ladder
to reach all the way up
to the top of the tree.
This pup is fired up-up-up.
And Rubble,
I need you to use your scoop
to put that star into place.
Rubble on the Christmas double.
All right.
PAW Patrol is on a roll!
[Pups barking, howling]
PAW Patrol
[Barking]
Snow, snow, snow, snow
PAW Patrol
Whoa, whoa!
Snow, snow, snow, snow
Whoa.
[Barking, howling]
Snow, snow, Skye
Snow, snow, snow,
snow, snow, snow
PAW Patrol
Snow, snow, snow, snow,
snow, snow
Whoa!
Marshall
Snow, snow, snow, snow,
snow, snow
Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow,
snow
- [Howling]
- Rubble
Snow, snow, snow, snow,
snow, snow
PAW Patrol, PAW Patrol
[Tires squealing,
engine revving]
RUBBLE:
Whoa!
That's, like, the biggest
Christmas tree in the history
of Christmas trees.
There's so much room
for presents underneath.
Santa could put the laser drill
right over there.
[Sniffing]
Or maybe there.
[Gasping] There.
So many great spots
to put a laser drill.
[Backup indicator beeping]
All right, Rubble. You're up.
Ready to roll.
Oof. Ladder me, Marshall.
[Barking] Ladder.
RUBBLE:
Whee!
[Barking] Compact shovel.
Rubble is in position, Ryder.
Great job, Marshall.
Okay, Skye. Let's top that tree.
This puppy's got to fly.
[Helicopter blades whirring]
Rubble,
the star is a little crooked.
Try moving it
a little to the left.
Your left or my left?
Your left.
Whoa! Phew.
The star is secure.
[Cheering]
Thanks to the PAW Patrol,
the town's beautiful Christmas
tree is ready for Santa.
[Applauding]
- Here, Chickaletta.
- [Clucking]
[Simple tune playing on device]
[Cheering and applause]
Ugh.
Christmas.
I can't stand Christmas.
The decorations, the singing,
the goody-two-shoes PAW Patrol
putting the star
on top of the tree.
[Yowling]
[Shouting]
Oh, what do you have
against me, Santa?
Why do you think I'm naughty?
[Yowling]
Well, I'm not naughty.
I am not, not, not naughty!
[Meowing]
[Mayor Humdinger shouting]
[Gasping]
[Guy-wires cracking]
[Ornaments clattering]
Everybody take cover!
Thank you, Rubble.
- [Screaming]
- [Barking] Net.
- Yay.
- Woo-hoo!
Got it.
[Screaming]
[Cackling]
[Humming]
Oops. I did it again.
[Snickering]
[Giggling]
SKYE: We've got to stop it
from tipping!
[Gasping]
Everybody push.
[Grunting]
[Humming]
Okay, kitties. Decision time.
Do we walk away
and let these people enjoy
their annoying little
Christmas tree?
Or do I pull that final cable,
and watch that tree
go crashing to the ground?
[Meowing]
Unhook the cable
and ruin Christmas?
- Are you sure?
- [Giggling]
Well, if you say so.
[Cackling]
Timber!
SKYE:
Uh-oh.
We can't hold it anymore.
- This tree's going down!
- Whoa!
Don't look, Chickaletta.
[Clucking]
[Thudding]
[Electricity zapping,
ornaments clattering]
[Flames crackling]
[Gasping]
Take that, Christmas!
[Laughing maniacally]
[Scat-singing]
[Flames crackling]
Marshall, put that fire out,
quick.
[Barking] Water cannon.
Oh, no. The star!
Come on. We have to save it.
[Barking] Shovel.
[Grunting]
[Water whooshing]
[Cheering]
Good work, pups.
Oh, no. Christmas is ruined.
Santa will be so disappointed.
RYDER:
Don't worry, Mayor Goodway.
We're not going to let
Santa down on our watch.
Pups, it's time to get
that tree back up.
Let's pick up this pine.
[Helicopter blades whirring]
[Barking] Hook.
[Barking] Claw.
Green means go!
Ryder, it's too heavy!
We're going to need
more pup power.
Rubble, use your bulldozer
to reinforce the trunk.
On it.
[Engine revving]
This tree isn't going anywhere.
[Helicopter blades whirring]
Okay. Let's get
those decorations back on.
- Yeah!
- Let's go.
[Barking]
Set propellers to blow.
[Engine revving]
[Barking] Ornament launcher.
Reload.
Rocky, cover that burned spot.
On it.
This string of tin cans
will look perfect.
Don't lose it. Reuse it.
[Helicopter blades whirring]
Ah! The tree's even
more beautiful than before.
Thank you, PAW Patrol.
You've saved Christmas.
[Clucking]
[Chuckling] All in a day's work,
Mayor Goodway.
[Phone ringing]
Oh, my goodness.
Santa is calling.
[Gasping] Santa?
He'll be so happy to see
what you've done with the tree.
I'm definitely getting
that laser drill now.
Oh-ho-ho!
Hello, Santa.
What perfect timing.
Isn't our Christmas tree
the most fabulous
and festive thing
you've ever seen?
[Sneezing]
It's lovely, Mayor Goodway,
but I'm afraid I won't be able
to see it in person.
I've caught a terrible cold,
and I'm stuck at home in bed.
- Oh, no!
- Huh?
Unfortunately, I won't be able
to make my Christmas trip
around the world this year.
What? No Santa?
No Santa means no presents.
And no presents means
no laser drill.
Don't you worry about us, Santa.
We'll be fine
without any presents this year.
What? Maybe some nice hot soup
will make you feel better.
Ah. Thank you for being so
understanding, Mayor Goodway.
I really think we should take
a vote on this or something.
I'm heading back to bed.
Merry... [Sneezing]
Christmas, everyone.
MAYOR HUMDINGER:
Hmm?
Santa's sick at home in bed?
Well, that means
all those presents
are just sitting there
at the North Pole.
Sitting there, waiting for me
to take them.
[Laughing maniacally]
[Snickering]
I realize
everyone is disappointed
that Santa won't be coming
this year.
But even without Santa
and his presents,
I know we can make this
a wonderful Christmas.
[Cheering]
How can it be a wonderful
Christmas without any presents?
Because, Rubble,
the true meaning of Christmas
isn't about presents.
It's about being together with
the people you love.
And I do love that,
but I also really love
the XK-DR07 laser drill
with the official carrying case,
two extra batteries,
and the limited-edition
titanium grip handle.
MAYOR GOODWAY:
Now, Rubble,
Christmas is about giving,
not receiving.
It's a little about receiving,
though.
Sure. I like giving,
but I also kind of like
receiving, too.
Mayor Goodway is right, pups.
We're going to make this
the best Christmas ever.
We don't need presents.
All we need is each other.
- Yeah!
- Yeah.
What if there's nothing
underneath the tree
We still have all our friends
and family
We'll make up stories
and we'll dance and sing
Won't have to open up
a single thing
Hearts so full of cheer
We won't even notice
There are no
Christmas presents this year
What? We'll definitely notice.
Don't need a sled
for racing down a hill
What does that have to do
with laser drills
To make a snowman,
we don't need a tool
Okay, but a laser drill
would still be pretty cool
Hearts so full of cheer
[Cackling]
We won't even notice
There are no
Christmas presents this year
RUBBLE:
Maybe you won't notice.
All our friends are here
We won't even notice
There are no
Christmas presents this year
Friends are great, but we're
talking about a laser drill!
Who needs another toy
when we can be together
Getting is lots of fun
but giving's even better
This might be the most
disappointing Christmas ever
Hearts so full of cheer
We won't even notice
There are no
Christmas presents this year
And you guys
are happy about this?
I must be missing something
So could someone
please explain to me
Exactly what
is going on here
We won't even notice
There are no
Christmas presents this year
- [Meowing]
- Listen up, kitties.
All the presents
are locked away in there.
Santa's workshop.
The only problem is,
how do we get through that wall?
It's 10 feet high.
Two feet thick.
It's solid gingerbread,
reinforced with candy canes
and icing.
Oh, if we're going to break
through that wall,
we're going to need
some kind of...
Huh?
[Gasping] ...bulldozer.
RUBBLE:
Don't worry, laser drill.
We'll find a way to be together
one day.
MAYOR HUMDINGER:
Wow! That is some drill.
A construction pup like you
must really want
a drill like that.
I do. How did you know?
Oh, just a lucky guess.
Well, it doesn't matter.
I'm never going to get it now.
Santa is sick,
and Christmas is canceled.
Uh,
funny you should mention that.
I was just on my way
to the North Pole
to bring Santa some of my famous
chicken noodle soup.
You make soup?
Of course I do. I mean, besides,
I want to cheer him up
and help him get better,
'cause, you know,
I'm such a nice guy.
Hmm.
And I was thinking, if you want,
you could help me bring it
to him.
- Go to the North Pole with you?
- Mm-hmm.
While we're up there,
I bet Santa would be
more than happy to give you
your Christmas present.
My... My laser drill?
That's right.
Your laser drill.
- Yeah.
- Hey!
Whee! [Giggling]
[Laughing]
[Gasping]
Whoa.
[Giggling]
Whee!
[Sighing]
Good night, laser drill.
Ah.
I'll do it!
Santa needs our help.
[Cackling]
Just drive the bulldozer
up the ramp,
and we're ready to go.
Remind me again:
Why we need to take my bulldozer
to the North Pole?
[Whispering] To break into
Santa's workshop
and steal all the presents.
- [Cackling]
- [Snickering]
Hmm? What was that?
Uh, because, uh...
Because it's very snowy
up there. Yes.
Very snowy.
What if the roads aren't plowed?
We could get stuck.
We might need to bulldoze
all that snow
to get this delicious
homemade soup to Santa.
I guess that makes sense.
After all, there is a lot
of snow at the North Pole.
And if it's going to help Santa,
let's do it.
Next stop, the North Pole!
[Jet engine roaring]
Hope you're hungry.
- Woo-hoo!
- Yeah.
RYDER: I've got
three short stacks, no whip,
two tall stacks, six hot tops,
two sunny side up,
and one order
of back flip flapjacks.
[Giggling]
I flip for back flip flapjacks.
- Thanks, Ryder.
- Woo-hoo!
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey.
MARSHALL:
Where's Rubble?
He never misses breakfast.
I can't believe
he's still sleeping.
I'll get him up.
Chewington? Hmm.
There's no way Rubble
would leave Chewington behind.
Uh, Ryder?
- Rubble's gone.
- Huh?
That's strange.
Let me pull up the GPS
on his collar.
This can't be right.
It looks like he's on course
to...
the North Pole?
It looks like Rubble's on
Humdinger's jet.
Humdinger? There's no way
Rubble would be with him.
Unless he's in trouble.
Pups, Rubble needs our help.
To the air patroller!
[Barking, howling]
PAW Patrol
[Blades whirring]
[Howling]
PAW Patrol ready for action,
Ryder, sir.
Robodog, to the North Pole.
Hang on, Rubble.
We're on our way.
[Jet engine roaring]
[Snoring]
[Snoring]
Good morning!
Huh? What? I wasn't sleeping.
That's good.
It would be very unsafe
to fall asleep
while you're flying a plane.
RUBBLE: I just woke up
from the most beautiful dream.
Let me guess. It was about
your drill thingy?
How did you know?
Oh, another lucky guess.
[Sighing]
I feel so much happier
than I did before,
when I thought
I wasn't going to get
a Christmas present.
Humph. No Christmas present?
That's every year for me.
- What?
- Every year,
Santa puts me on
the naughty list,
and when I wake up
Christmas morning,
there's nothing under the tree.
You're on the naughty list
every year?
Well, there was one time,
back when I was just
two years old.
That Christmas,
for the only time in my life,
there was a present
under the tree.
Ah. I remember it
like it was yesterday.
[Giggling]
The feeling of opening
that box...
Yay!
Inside was a little wooden
toy car.
I loved that little car.
It was the best
Christmas present I ever got.
[Sniffling]
It was the only
Christmas present I ever got.
Aw. Are you crying?
Yeah. You were. That's so sad.
No. I'm not crying.
You're crying.
Okay. If you say so.
Looks like
Mayor Humdinger's plane
is ahead of
that big winter storm.
We're heading straight into it.
Robodog can't fly through this.
We're going to have to
go around it.
But there's no time.
We're going to lose them.
- Ugh!
- It's too rough.
Mind if I try, Robodog?
[Barking]
This pup's got to fly.
[Engine revving]
[Blades whirring]
The storm's still blowing us
off course.
Not for long.
Hold on, pups. Rubble needs us.
Wake up, kitties.
We're almost there.
[Meowing]
Um, where's Santa's workshop?
Uh, you see that little glow
in the distance?
Way over there?
Yep. That's it.
Oh. Laser drill, here I come.
I don't understand.
Why did we land so far away
from Santa's workshop?
'Cause we don't want him to know
we're coming.
Yes. I find showing up to
someone's front door in a jet
usually spoils the surprise.
Um, what are you doing?
Me? Oh. I'm just going to back
this thing out for you.
Careful! Don't grind the...
Gears.
All under control.
[Engine revving]
But if we're out driving
in the snow for too long,
the soup will get cold.
Uh, what soup?
The soup you brought
to the North Pole
to give to Santa
so he can get better.
You know,
the reason we came here?
Oh, that soup.
Yes, yes, yes. Of course.
I almost forgot.
It's still in the cockpit.
Why don't you be a good pup
and go get it for us?
Rubble on the double.
[Laughing maniacally]
[Clattering]
Huh? No soup?
[Gasping] There's no soup!
MAYOR HUMDINGER:
See you later, Rubble!
Thanks for the bulldozer.
Ha-ha. Christmas is mine.
No, no, no!
Wait. No, stop!
Well, kitties,
we've got the bulldozer.
Now, it's time to pay Santa
a little visit.
[Laughing maniacally]
[Gasping] There it is.
We made it, kitties.
Now, should we ring the doorbell
politely?
[Meowing]
Oh! I've got a better idea.
We'll smash our way in.
[Cackling]
[Engine revving]
[Cackling]
[Laughing]
We're in.
[Laughing]
Time to collect those presents.
[Shouting]
Hmm.
Oh. Hello.
Santa?
What are you doing out of bed?
You're supposed to be sick.
I'm happy to report
I'm feeling much better.
It's a Christmas miracle.
Ho-ho-ho!
The real question,
Mayor Humdinger,
is what are you doing here?
Oh, I'm here to even the score
for all those years you didn't
bring me any presents.
[Laughing]
I don't bring presents to people
on the naughty list.
Well, that's my point.
You put me on the naughty list
every year,
for no reason.
No reason? Ho-ho-ho!
You're telling me
you've never taken anything
that wasn't yours?
What? I'm not allowed to borrow?
You've never cheated
at an event?
You can't expect me to follow
the rules all the time.
You've never told a lie?
This is entrapment.
Kitties, call my lawyer.
[Meowing]
Now, now. Need I go on?
Argh.
Why not try being on
your best behavior?
You might even end up
on the nice list
before you know it.
Oh, I could do that,
and spend a whole year
acting like a goody-two-shoes
in hopes that you might notice
and give me a single present.
Or I could just take
all the presents for myself.
Oh, no, you don't.
[Yelping, grunting]
[Grunting, shouting]
[Cackling]
- Humph.
- [Meowing]
Come back here!
Those presents are
for the good girls and boys.
- [Santa knocking on door]
- [Mayor Humdinger cackling]
Hey, let me out!
This is the naughtiest thing
you've ever done.
I'm adding this to my list.
Why did I do this?
How could I have trusted
Mayor Humdinger?
All to get a laser drill?
What was I thinking?
That isn't what Christmas
is about.
Like everyone was saying before,
it's about being cozy and warm
with your family and friends.
RYDER:
Rubble! Up here.
Boy, am I glad to see you!
Hang on.
We're coming to get you.
Robodog will find a safe place
to land.
[Barking]
All right, pups.
Get those parachutes ready
and set up for an air drop.
Let's hop and pop.
[Pups howling]
PAW Patrol
Snow, snow, snow, snow
Woo!
PAW Patrol
It's drop time.
Snow, snow, snow, snow
PAW Patrol
Snow, snow, snow, snow
Let's go, go, go!
Chutes, deploy.
Snow, snow, snow, snow
Snow, snow, snow,
snow, snow, snow
RUBBLE: What are you doing
at the North Pole?
We had the same question
for you.
Oh, I messed up, big time.
Mayor Humdinger's here.
He took my bulldozer
to break into Santa's workshop.
It's all my fault.
We've got to stop him.
Hop on.
- Ready?
- Ready.
Let's roll.
[Engines revving]
Well, where is it?
I can't see the sleigh
with all these reindeer
in the way.
- [Bellowing]
- Okay, now.
Get out of here.
Move it, Dasher.
Beat it, Prancer.
Out of my way, Vixen.
Time for us to make our escape,
kitties.
Now, how do you turn
this magic sleigh on?
- Ha-ha.
- [Whip cracking]
[Meowing]
[Laughing maniacally]
There we go.
Whoa!
Ooh! Oh, that'll bump up.
- [Kitties yelping]
- Didn't do it. Ooh!
- [Brakes squealing]
- Come on.
That was your fault, kitties.
[Meowing]
Ha-ha-ha!
Until next time, Santa.
Whoa!
- [Kitties yelping]
- How do you fly this thing?
Whoa!
Oh, no.
Rocky, let's get the bulldozer
back up.
Everyone else, be on high alert
for Humdinger.
He's got to be around here
somewhere.
[Engine revving]
Come on.
Thanks, Rocky.
Santa, I'm coming!
Rubble, is that you?
RUBBLE:
Whoa.
Santa?
Oh, my goodness.
I'm so happy you're here.
I don't know if you're going to
feel that way for long.
Whatever do you mean?
[Sighing]
This is all my fault, Santa.
I belong on the naughty list
for the rest of my life.
I should have known that Mayor
Humdinger was up to no good.
And it's all because I wanted
that laser drill so bad.
Oh, Rubble.
Everyone makes mistakes.
It's what's in your heart
that counts.
And I know you've got
a good heart.
Even if you did get
a little carried away
with that laser drill.
I wish I'd never even heard of
that laser drill.
Oh, don't be silly.
It's a fantastic drill.
Believe it or not,
I have one myself.
With the official carrying case,
two extra batteries...
BOTH: and the limited-edition
titanium grip handle!
PUPS:
There! Whoa.
- Huh?
- [Gasping]
- Hi, Santa.
- [Giggling]
- Did you get my letter?
- SANTA: Ho-ho-ho!
Of course I got your letter,
Rocky.
Santa, your sleigh is missing
from the stable.
It looks like Mayor Humdinger
took it,
and he's heading towards
the mountain.
Oh, dear. The weather outside
is frightful,
and that sleigh is very hard
to fly.
There's no way he'll make it
over the peak of Mount Frosting.
Then we've got to get there
first.
No mountain's too big.
No pup's too small.
- Let's go.
- Yeah!
[Shouting]
Huh? Ooh.
Santa's magic sled
is full of Christmas candies.
Mmm. Mmm-mmm.
We hit the jackpot, kitties.
[Meowing]
Mmm. Huh?
Oh. Huh, huh? It won't turn.
The reins are frozen.
Oh, why does it have to be
so cold at the North Pole?
[Kitties yowling]
[Shouting]
[Screaming]
[Meowing]
Whoa!
[Meowing]
[Helicopter blades whirring]
[Ice cracking]
Help!
SKYE: [Voice echoing]
There they are.
Oh, great. The PAW Patrol.
CHASE: We're going to get you
out of here, Mayor Humdinger.
No thank you.
No rescue required.
Move along, puppies. We're fine.
- [Yelping]
- Hah!
You don't look fine.
[Shouting] Okay!
I changed my mind. Rescue us.
Hurry!
What's taking you so long?
[Harness clicking]
I want to make one thing
crystal clear, Chase.
Even though you're rescuing us,
these presents
still belong to me.
I took them, fair and square.
That's not how it works,
Mayor Humdinger.
All right, kitties.
I'm going to lift you up
on the count of three.
One,
two...
[Clicking]
three.
[Meowing]
I've got the kitties.
Nice moves.
[Sniffing] Oh, no.
My allergies.
[Sneezing]
[Yowling]
These kitties
are making me sneezy.
Oh, what is this,
some kind of circus act?
Rescue me already.
Whoa!
[Gasping]
[Grunting] Oh.
No!
Help!
I can't hang on.
Grab on.
Hold on tight.
Huh?
Ooh. Another candy.
Don't mind if I do.
Uh...
[Shouting]
Oof. [Shouting]
[Shouting continues]
[Helicopter blades whirring]
[Gasping] He's going to fall
into the ice-cold ocean.
Okay, Chase.
We're only going to get one shot
at this.
We can...
[Sneezing]
do this!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[Shouting]
[Shouting continues]
Oh, come on, pups.
[Shouting]
[Barking] Net.
[Shouting]
Yeah.
Yeah!
- [Cheering]
- Ho-ho-ho!
That's quite a catch.
Huh?
Santa's sleigh.
It's sliding down the mountain
with all the presents on board.
We've got to stop it.
I got to make things right
and save Christmas for everyone!
[Engine revving]
If those presents fall off
that cliff into the ocean...
there will be nothing
for the children of the world
to open Christmas morning.
- [Shouting]
- [Yowling]
Hoo! That was a close one.
[Sneezing]
Mayor Humdinger,
I'm at a loss for words.
Except for
naughty, naughty, naughty.
Ugh. Crummy naughty list.
Who wants your lousy presents
anyway?
[Meowing]
[Tires grinding]
Come on. Come on.
Ugh. It's too icy.
[Gasping]
Uh-oh. I got to do something.
I will do something.
[Grunting]
[Shouting]
[Grunting]
I think he's got it.
Is it slowing down?
Come on, Rubble.
[Grunting]
[Barking] PupPack shovel.
[Gasping]
[Grunting]
[Grunting]
[Grunting continues]
Phew.
[Barking] PupPack shovel.
That was close.
[Shouting]
Whoa.
[Shouting]
Phew. I got the sleigh.
- Yeah!
- [Howling]
Yay.
My laser drill!
[Grunting]
[Grunting]
[Grunting]
Rubble, it's time to make
a choice.
Is Christmas about getting
the one present
you want more than anything,
or is Christmas about giving,
and making sure these presents
get to all the children
around the world?
[Sighing] It's about giving.
But it's so hard to let go
of something
that I've wanted for so long.
Just follow your heart, Rubble!
I'm sorry, laser drill.
This is bigger than you and me.
I've got to let you go.
This is about the true meaning
of Christmas.
Laser drill.
[Rubble grunting]
[Santa grunting, sighing]
You did a brave thing, Rubble.
You're such a good pup.
[Sniffling] Thanks, Santa.
[Giggling]
Humph.
Christmas-schmissmass.
- Way to go, buddy.
- Yeah, Rubble.
That was amazing.
Nice work.
Every child in the world
will be opening presents
in the morning thanks to you.
Aw. [Giggling] It was nothing.
I'm glad
I could help fix things.
Speaking of which,
I best get a move on,
and you pups best get home
to bed.
You know, Santa won't come
to your house
if you're not fast asleep.
Thanks for everything, Santa.
You're very welcome.
Now, let's dash away, all!
Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas.
ALL:
Merry Christmas.
[Sleigh bells jingling]
Humph. Christmas-schmissmass.
[Meowing]
- It's Christmas morning!
- Paw-some.
[Barking, laughing]
I love Christmas.
Huh?
Hang on.
There's one more present.
"To Rubble, from Santa."
What's this?
I don't know.
Open it and find out.
- Yeah!
- What is it?
Open it.
The laser drill!
With the official carrying case,
two extra batteries,
and the limited-edition
titanium grip handle.
Awesome!
SANTA:
"Dear Rubble,
"I know how much you were
looking forward to getting
"a laser drill for Christmas.
"And since yours is currently
"at the bottom of
the Arctic Ocean,
"I wanted to give you mine.
"Thank you for everything
you've done.
Your friend, Santa."
Mmm.
This is the best Christmas ever.
[Howling, cheering]
Yeah!
CHASE:
Well, don't keep us waiting.
Let's see what that thing
can do.
Yeah. Let's drill something.
There's something
I got to do first.
Huh?
You'll see.
And when it's done,
come with me.
You're doing the right thing,
Rubble.
[Yawning]
Who's there?
Huh?
[Gasping]
Hey!
A wooden car,
just like the one I had
when I was little!
Oh, it's perfect.
I don't deserve this.
Merry Christmas,
Mayor Humdinger.
Huh?
I'm going to try my hardest
not to be on the naughty list.
[Meowing]
We wish you
a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry
Christmas
We wish you
a Merry Christmas
- And a Happy New Year
- [Bleating]
We wish you a Merry
Christmas
We wish you
a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry
Christmas
Oh, kitties, isn't Christmas
just the most wonderful time
of the year?
Meow-meow-meow
meow-meow-meow meow-meow
And a Happy New Year
[Shutter clicking]
Get the decorations
Going to hang them
all around
Going to do some sledding
When the snow starts
falling down
Been a long time coming
And we had to wait and wait
But it's finally Christmas
We can finally celebrate
For a year we've been trying
To wait patiently
Now, it's here
There's a real electricity
Can you believe
it's finally Christmas
We waited forever
to sing this song
Can you believe
it's finally Christmas
What's up, Christmas
What took you so long
Going to bake some cookies
For a taste
of Christmas cheer
Is it any wonder
That they always disappear
Packages with ribbons
Underneath
the glowing lights
Sitting by the fire
On a cozy winter night
And when friends
come together
To laugh and share
We can send love
to everyone everywhere
Can you believe
it's finally Christmas
We waited forever
to sing this song
Can you believe
it's finally Christmas
What's up, Christmas
What took you so long
Why do we need
another Christmas
There's nothing for me
in Santa's sack
Why do we need
another Christmas
Goodbye, Christmas
and never come back
Santa Claus, it's Rubble
I don't know if you can hear
But I hope you've noticed
I've been extra nice
this year
There's a Christmas yearning
Only one thing can fulfill
So, I'm kind of begging
Can I have this laser drill
Carbon tip
and an extra two batteries
Plus the grip is titanium
Santa, please
Can you believe
it's finally Christmas
We waited forever
to sing this song
Can you believe
it's finally Christmas
What's up, Christmas
What's up, Christmas
don't forget the laser drill
What took you so long
Hey, guys. Check it out.
[Everyone laughing]
[Phone ringing]
Ryder here.
Oh, Ryder.
Thank goodness you're there.
What's wrong, Mayor Goodway?
I'm happy to report that
nothing's wrong.
But we need your help
to finish decorating
this magnificent Christmas tree
before the annual
tree-lighting festival.
As you can see,
we've run out of ladder.
I need you and the pups
to help put this very big star
at the very top of
this very tall tree.
RYDER:
We're on it.
No Christmas tree is too big.
No pup is too small.
PAW Patrol, to the Lookout.
PUPS:
Ryder needs us.
[Cheering]
Whoa!
Marshall, slow down!
[Objects clattering]
I just decked the halls
with myself.
[Everyone laughing]
[Elevator bell dinging]
PAW Patrol
ready for holiday action,
Ryder, sir.
Thanks for hustling, pups.
Mayor Goodway needs our help
to finish decorating
the Christmas tree
in the town square.
[Sighing]
I sure do love Christmas.
And I have a surprise.
All of your pup vehicles
have been decorated.
Awesome!
Woo-hoo!
[Laughing]
I'm glad you like them.
So, for this mission,
I'll need Skye.
You'll use your copter
to lift the star
to the top of the tree.
[Barking]
Let's take that star to the sky.
And Marshall.
I need you to extend
your fire truck ladder
to reach all the way up
to the top of the tree.
This pup is fired up-up-up.
And Rubble,
I need you to use your scoop
to put that star into place.
Rubble on the Christmas double.
All right.
PAW Patrol is on a roll!
[Pups barking, howling]
PAW Patrol
[Barking]
Snow, snow, snow, snow
PAW Patrol
Whoa, whoa!
Snow, snow, snow, snow
Whoa.
[Barking, howling]
Snow, snow, Skye
Snow, snow, snow,
snow, snow, snow
PAW Patrol
Snow, snow, snow, snow,
snow, snow
Whoa!
Marshall
Snow, snow, snow, snow,
snow, snow
Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow,
snow
- [Howling]
- Rubble
Snow, snow, snow, snow,
snow, snow
PAW Patrol, PAW Patrol
[Tires squealing,
engine revving]
RUBBLE:
Whoa!
That's, like, the biggest
Christmas tree in the history
of Christmas trees.
There's so much room
for presents underneath.
Santa could put the laser drill
right over there.
[Sniffing]
Or maybe there.
[Gasping] There.
So many great spots
to put a laser drill.
[Backup indicator beeping]
All right, Rubble. You're up.
Ready to roll.
Oof. Ladder me, Marshall.
[Barking] Ladder.
RUBBLE:
Whee!
[Barking] Compact shovel.
Rubble is in position, Ryder.
Great job, Marshall.
Okay, Skye. Let's top that tree.
This puppy's got to fly.
[Helicopter blades whirring]
Rubble,
the star is a little crooked.
Try moving it
a little to the left.
Your left or my left?
Your left.
Whoa! Phew.
The star is secure.
[Cheering]
Thanks to the PAW Patrol,
the town's beautiful Christmas
tree is ready for Santa.
[Applauding]
- Here, Chickaletta.
- [Clucking]
[Simple tune playing on device]
[Cheering and applause]
Ugh.
Christmas.
I can't stand Christmas.
The decorations, the singing,
the goody-two-shoes PAW Patrol
putting the star
on top of the tree.
[Yowling]
[Shouting]
Oh, what do you have
against me, Santa?
Why do you think I'm naughty?
[Yowling]
Well, I'm not naughty.
I am not, not, not naughty!
[Meowing]
[Mayor Humdinger shouting]
[Gasping]
[Guy-wires cracking]
[Ornaments clattering]
Everybody take cover!
Thank you, Rubble.
- [Screaming]
- [Barking] Net.
- Yay.
- Woo-hoo!
Got it.
[Screaming]
[Cackling]
[Humming]
Oops. I did it again.
[Snickering]
[Giggling]
SKYE: We've got to stop it
from tipping!
[Gasping]
Everybody push.
[Grunting]
[Humming]
Okay, kitties. Decision time.
Do we walk away
and let these people enjoy
their annoying little
Christmas tree?
Or do I pull that final cable,
and watch that tree
go crashing to the ground?
[Meowing]
Unhook the cable
and ruin Christmas?
- Are you sure?
- [Giggling]
Well, if you say so.
[Cackling]
Timber!
SKYE:
Uh-oh.
We can't hold it anymore.
- This tree's going down!
- Whoa!
Don't look, Chickaletta.
[Clucking]
[Thudding]
[Electricity zapping,
ornaments clattering]
[Flames crackling]
[Gasping]
Take that, Christmas!
[Laughing maniacally]
[Scat-singing]
[Flames crackling]
Marshall, put that fire out,
quick.
[Barking] Water cannon.
Oh, no. The star!
Come on. We have to save it.
[Barking] Shovel.
[Grunting]
[Water whooshing]
[Cheering]
Good work, pups.
Oh, no. Christmas is ruined.
Santa will be so disappointed.
RYDER:
Don't worry, Mayor Goodway.
We're not going to let
Santa down on our watch.
Pups, it's time to get
that tree back up.
Let's pick up this pine.
[Helicopter blades whirring]
[Barking] Hook.
[Barking] Claw.
Green means go!
Ryder, it's too heavy!
We're going to need
more pup power.
Rubble, use your bulldozer
to reinforce the trunk.
On it.
[Engine revving]
This tree isn't going anywhere.
[Helicopter blades whirring]
Okay. Let's get
those decorations back on.
- Yeah!
- Let's go.
[Barking]
Set propellers to blow.
[Engine revving]
[Barking] Ornament launcher.
Reload.
Rocky, cover that burned spot.
On it.
This string of tin cans
will look perfect.
Don't lose it. Reuse it.
[Helicopter blades whirring]
Ah! The tree's even
more beautiful than before.
Thank you, PAW Patrol.
You've saved Christmas.
[Clucking]
[Chuckling] All in a day's work,
Mayor Goodway.
[Phone ringing]
Oh, my goodness.
Santa is calling.
[Gasping] Santa?
He'll be so happy to see
what you've done with the tree.
I'm definitely getting
that laser drill now.
Oh-ho-ho!
Hello, Santa.
What perfect timing.
Isn't our Christmas tree
the most fabulous
and festive thing
you've ever seen?
[Sneezing]
It's lovely, Mayor Goodway,
but I'm afraid I won't be able
to see it in person.
I've caught a terrible cold,
and I'm stuck at home in bed.
- Oh, no!
- Huh?
Unfortunately, I won't be able
to make my Christmas trip
around the world this year.
What? No Santa?
No Santa means no presents.
And no presents means
no laser drill.
Don't you worry about us, Santa.
We'll be fine
without any presents this year.
What? Maybe some nice hot soup
will make you feel better.
Ah. Thank you for being so
understanding, Mayor Goodway.
I really think we should take
a vote on this or something.
I'm heading back to bed.
Merry... [Sneezing]
Christmas, everyone.
MAYOR HUMDINGER:
Hmm?
Santa's sick at home in bed?
Well, that means
all those presents
are just sitting there
at the North Pole.
Sitting there, waiting for me
to take them.
[Laughing maniacally]
[Snickering]
I realize
everyone is disappointed
that Santa won't be coming
this year.
But even without Santa
and his presents,
I know we can make this
a wonderful Christmas.
[Cheering]
How can it be a wonderful
Christmas without any presents?
Because, Rubble,
the true meaning of Christmas
isn't about presents.
It's about being together with
the people you love.
And I do love that,
but I also really love
the XK-DR07 laser drill
with the official carrying case,
two extra batteries,
and the limited-edition
titanium grip handle.
MAYOR GOODWAY:
Now, Rubble,
Christmas is about giving,
not receiving.
It's a little about receiving,
though.
Sure. I like giving,
but I also kind of like
receiving, too.
Mayor Goodway is right, pups.
We're going to make this
the best Christmas ever.
We don't need presents.
All we need is each other.
- Yeah!
- Yeah.
What if there's nothing
underneath the tree
We still have all our friends
and family
We'll make up stories
and we'll dance and sing
Won't have to open up
a single thing
Hearts so full of cheer
We won't even notice
There are no
Christmas presents this year
What? We'll definitely notice.
Don't need a sled
for racing down a hill
What does that have to do
with laser drills
To make a snowman,
we don't need a tool
Okay, but a laser drill
would still be pretty cool
Hearts so full of cheer
[Cackling]
We won't even notice
There are no
Christmas presents this year
RUBBLE:
Maybe you won't notice.
All our friends are here
We won't even notice
There are no
Christmas presents this year
Friends are great, but we're
talking about a laser drill!
Who needs another toy
when we can be together
Getting is lots of fun
but giving's even better
This might be the most
disappointing Christmas ever
Hearts so full of cheer
We won't even notice
There are no
Christmas presents this year
And you guys
are happy about this?
I must be missing something
So could someone
please explain to me
Exactly what
is going on here
We won't even notice
There are no
Christmas presents this year
- [Meowing]
- Listen up, kitties.
All the presents
are locked away in there.
Santa's workshop.
The only problem is,
how do we get through that wall?
It's 10 feet high.
Two feet thick.
It's solid gingerbread,
reinforced with candy canes
and icing.
Oh, if we're going to break
through that wall,
we're going to need
some kind of...
Huh?
[Gasping] ...bulldozer.
RUBBLE:
Don't worry, laser drill.
We'll find a way to be together
one day.
MAYOR HUMDINGER:
Wow! That is some drill.
A construction pup like you
must really want
a drill like that.
I do. How did you know?
Oh, just a lucky guess.
Well, it doesn't matter.
I'm never going to get it now.
Santa is sick,
and Christmas is canceled.
Uh,
funny you should mention that.
I was just on my way
to the North Pole
to bring Santa some of my famous
chicken noodle soup.
You make soup?
Of course I do. I mean, besides,
I want to cheer him up
and help him get better,
'cause, you know,
I'm such a nice guy.
Hmm.
And I was thinking, if you want,
you could help me bring it
to him.
- Go to the North Pole with you?
- Mm-hmm.
While we're up there,
I bet Santa would be
more than happy to give you
your Christmas present.
My... My laser drill?
That's right.
Your laser drill.
- Yeah.
- Hey!
Whee! [Giggling]
[Laughing]
[Gasping]
Whoa.
[Giggling]
Whee!
[Sighing]
Good night, laser drill.
Ah.
I'll do it!
Santa needs our help.
[Cackling]
Just drive the bulldozer
up the ramp,
and we're ready to go.
Remind me again:
Why we need to take my bulldozer
to the North Pole?
[Whispering] To break into
Santa's workshop
and steal all the presents.
- [Cackling]
- [Snickering]
Hmm? What was that?
Uh, because, uh...
Because it's very snowy
up there. Yes.
Very snowy.
What if the roads aren't plowed?
We could get stuck.
We might need to bulldoze
all that snow
to get this delicious
homemade soup to Santa.
I guess that makes sense.
After all, there is a lot
of snow at the North Pole.
And if it's going to help Santa,
let's do it.
Next stop, the North Pole!
[Jet engine roaring]
Hope you're hungry.
- Woo-hoo!
- Yeah.
RYDER: I've got
three short stacks, no whip,
two tall stacks, six hot tops,
two sunny side up,
and one order
of back flip flapjacks.
[Giggling]
I flip for back flip flapjacks.
- Thanks, Ryder.
- Woo-hoo!
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey.
MARSHALL:
Where's Rubble?
He never misses breakfast.
I can't believe
he's still sleeping.
I'll get him up.
Chewington? Hmm.
There's no way Rubble
would leave Chewington behind.
Uh, Ryder?
- Rubble's gone.
- Huh?
That's strange.
Let me pull up the GPS
on his collar.
This can't be right.
It looks like he's on course
to...
the North Pole?
It looks like Rubble's on
Humdinger's jet.
Humdinger? There's no way
Rubble would be with him.
Unless he's in trouble.
Pups, Rubble needs our help.
To the air patroller!
[Barking, howling]
PAW Patrol
[Blades whirring]
[Howling]
PAW Patrol ready for action,
Ryder, sir.
Robodog, to the North Pole.
Hang on, Rubble.
We're on our way.
[Jet engine roaring]
[Snoring]
[Snoring]
Good morning!
Huh? What? I wasn't sleeping.
That's good.
It would be very unsafe
to fall asleep
while you're flying a plane.
RUBBLE: I just woke up
from the most beautiful dream.
Let me guess. It was about
your drill thingy?
How did you know?
Oh, another lucky guess.
[Sighing]
I feel so much happier
than I did before,
when I thought
I wasn't going to get
a Christmas present.
Humph. No Christmas present?
That's every year for me.
- What?
- Every year,
Santa puts me on
the naughty list,
and when I wake up
Christmas morning,
there's nothing under the tree.
You're on the naughty list
every year?
Well, there was one time,
back when I was just
two years old.
That Christmas,
for the only time in my life,
there was a present
under the tree.
Ah. I remember it
like it was yesterday.
[Giggling]
The feeling of opening
that box...
Yay!
Inside was a little wooden
toy car.
I loved that little car.
It was the best
Christmas present I ever got.
[Sniffling]
It was the only
Christmas present I ever got.
Aw. Are you crying?
Yeah. You were. That's so sad.
No. I'm not crying.
You're crying.
Okay. If you say so.
Looks like
Mayor Humdinger's plane
is ahead of
that big winter storm.
We're heading straight into it.
Robodog can't fly through this.
We're going to have to
go around it.
But there's no time.
We're going to lose them.
- Ugh!
- It's too rough.
Mind if I try, Robodog?
[Barking]
This pup's got to fly.
[Engine revving]
[Blades whirring]
The storm's still blowing us
off course.
Not for long.
Hold on, pups. Rubble needs us.
Wake up, kitties.
We're almost there.
[Meowing]
Um, where's Santa's workshop?
Uh, you see that little glow
in the distance?
Way over there?
Yep. That's it.
Oh. Laser drill, here I come.
I don't understand.
Why did we land so far away
from Santa's workshop?
'Cause we don't want him to know
we're coming.
Yes. I find showing up to
someone's front door in a jet
usually spoils the surprise.
Um, what are you doing?
Me? Oh. I'm just going to back
this thing out for you.
Careful! Don't grind the...
Gears.
All under control.
[Engine revving]
But if we're out driving
in the snow for too long,
the soup will get cold.
Uh, what soup?
The soup you brought
to the North Pole
to give to Santa
so he can get better.
You know,
the reason we came here?
Oh, that soup.
Yes, yes, yes. Of course.
I almost forgot.
It's still in the cockpit.
Why don't you be a good pup
and go get it for us?
Rubble on the double.
[Laughing maniacally]
[Clattering]
Huh? No soup?
[Gasping] There's no soup!
MAYOR HUMDINGER:
See you later, Rubble!
Thanks for the bulldozer.
Ha-ha. Christmas is mine.
No, no, no!
Wait. No, stop!
Well, kitties,
we've got the bulldozer.
Now, it's time to pay Santa
a little visit.
[Laughing maniacally]
[Gasping] There it is.
We made it, kitties.
Now, should we ring the doorbell
politely?
[Meowing]
Oh! I've got a better idea.
We'll smash our way in.
[Cackling]
[Engine revving]
[Cackling]
[Laughing]
We're in.
[Laughing]
Time to collect those presents.
[Shouting]
Hmm.
Oh. Hello.
Santa?
What are you doing out of bed?
You're supposed to be sick.
I'm happy to report
I'm feeling much better.
It's a Christmas miracle.
Ho-ho-ho!
The real question,
Mayor Humdinger,
is what are you doing here?
Oh, I'm here to even the score
for all those years you didn't
bring me any presents.
[Laughing]
I don't bring presents to people
on the naughty list.
Well, that's my point.
You put me on the naughty list
every year,
for no reason.
No reason? Ho-ho-ho!
You're telling me
you've never taken anything
that wasn't yours?
What? I'm not allowed to borrow?
You've never cheated
at an event?
You can't expect me to follow
the rules all the time.
You've never told a lie?
This is entrapment.
Kitties, call my lawyer.
[Meowing]
Now, now. Need I go on?
Argh.
Why not try being on
your best behavior?
You might even end up
on the nice list
before you know it.
Oh, I could do that,
and spend a whole year
acting like a goody-two-shoes
in hopes that you might notice
and give me a single present.
Or I could just take
all the presents for myself.
Oh, no, you don't.
[Yelping, grunting]
[Grunting, shouting]
[Cackling]
- Humph.
- [Meowing]
Come back here!
Those presents are
for the good girls and boys.
- [Santa knocking on door]
- [Mayor Humdinger cackling]
Hey, let me out!
This is the naughtiest thing
you've ever done.
I'm adding this to my list.
Why did I do this?
How could I have trusted
Mayor Humdinger?
All to get a laser drill?
What was I thinking?
That isn't what Christmas
is about.
Like everyone was saying before,
it's about being cozy and warm
with your family and friends.
RYDER:
Rubble! Up here.
Boy, am I glad to see you!
Hang on.
We're coming to get you.
Robodog will find a safe place
to land.
[Barking]
All right, pups.
Get those parachutes ready
and set up for an air drop.
Let's hop and pop.
[Pups howling]
PAW Patrol
Snow, snow, snow, snow
Woo!
PAW Patrol
It's drop time.
Snow, snow, snow, snow
PAW Patrol
Snow, snow, snow, snow
Let's go, go, go!
Chutes, deploy.
Snow, snow, snow, snow
Snow, snow, snow,
snow, snow, snow
RUBBLE: What are you doing
at the North Pole?
We had the same question
for you.
Oh, I messed up, big time.
Mayor Humdinger's here.
He took my bulldozer
to break into Santa's workshop.
It's all my fault.
We've got to stop him.
Hop on.
- Ready?
- Ready.
Let's roll.
[Engines revving]
Well, where is it?
I can't see the sleigh
with all these reindeer
in the way.
- [Bellowing]
- Okay, now.
Get out of here.
Move it, Dasher.
Beat it, Prancer.
Out of my way, Vixen.
Time for us to make our escape,
kitties.
Now, how do you turn
this magic sleigh on?
- Ha-ha.
- [Whip cracking]
[Meowing]
[Laughing maniacally]
There we go.
Whoa!
Ooh! Oh, that'll bump up.
- [Kitties yelping]
- Didn't do it. Ooh!
- [Brakes squealing]
- Come on.
That was your fault, kitties.
[Meowing]
Ha-ha-ha!
Until next time, Santa.
Whoa!
- [Kitties yelping]
- How do you fly this thing?
Whoa!
Oh, no.
Rocky, let's get the bulldozer
back up.
Everyone else, be on high alert
for Humdinger.
He's got to be around here
somewhere.
[Engine revving]
Come on.
Thanks, Rocky.
Santa, I'm coming!
Rubble, is that you?
RUBBLE:
Whoa.
Santa?
Oh, my goodness.
I'm so happy you're here.
I don't know if you're going to
feel that way for long.
Whatever do you mean?
[Sighing]
This is all my fault, Santa.
I belong on the naughty list
for the rest of my life.
I should have known that Mayor
Humdinger was up to no good.
And it's all because I wanted
that laser drill so bad.
Oh, Rubble.
Everyone makes mistakes.
It's what's in your heart
that counts.
And I know you've got
a good heart.
Even if you did get
a little carried away
with that laser drill.
I wish I'd never even heard of
that laser drill.
Oh, don't be silly.
It's a fantastic drill.
Believe it or not,
I have one myself.
With the official carrying case,
two extra batteries...
BOTH: and the limited-edition
titanium grip handle!
PUPS:
There! Whoa.
- Huh?
- [Gasping]
- Hi, Santa.
- [Giggling]
- Did you get my letter?
- SANTA: Ho-ho-ho!
Of course I got your letter,
Rocky.
Santa, your sleigh is missing
from the stable.
It looks like Mayor Humdinger
took it,
and he's heading towards
the mountain.
Oh, dear. The weather outside
is frightful,
and that sleigh is very hard
to fly.
There's no way he'll make it
over the peak of Mount Frosting.
Then we've got to get there
first.
No mountain's too big.
No pup's too small.
- Let's go.
- Yeah!
[Shouting]
Huh? Ooh.
Santa's magic sled
is full of Christmas candies.
Mmm. Mmm-mmm.
We hit the jackpot, kitties.
[Meowing]
Mmm. Huh?
Oh. Huh, huh? It won't turn.
The reins are frozen.
Oh, why does it have to be
so cold at the North Pole?
[Kitties yowling]
[Shouting]
[Screaming]
[Meowing]
Whoa!
[Meowing]
[Helicopter blades whirring]
[Ice cracking]
Help!
SKYE: [Voice echoing]
There they are.
Oh, great. The PAW Patrol.
CHASE: We're going to get you
out of here, Mayor Humdinger.
No thank you.
No rescue required.
Move along, puppies. We're fine.
- [Yelping]
- Hah!
You don't look fine.
[Shouting] Okay!
I changed my mind. Rescue us.
Hurry!
What's taking you so long?
[Harness clicking]
I want to make one thing
crystal clear, Chase.
Even though you're rescuing us,
these presents
still belong to me.
I took them, fair and square.
That's not how it works,
Mayor Humdinger.
All right, kitties.
I'm going to lift you up
on the count of three.
One,
two...
[Clicking]
three.
[Meowing]
I've got the kitties.
Nice moves.
[Sniffing] Oh, no.
My allergies.
[Sneezing]
[Yowling]
These kitties
are making me sneezy.
Oh, what is this,
some kind of circus act?
Rescue me already.
Whoa!
[Gasping]
[Grunting] Oh.
No!
Help!
I can't hang on.
Grab on.
Hold on tight.
Huh?
Ooh. Another candy.
Don't mind if I do.
Uh...
[Shouting]
Oof. [Shouting]
[Shouting continues]
[Helicopter blades whirring]
[Gasping] He's going to fall
into the ice-cold ocean.
Okay, Chase.
We're only going to get one shot
at this.
We can...
[Sneezing]
do this!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[Shouting]
[Shouting continues]
Oh, come on, pups.
[Shouting]
[Barking] Net.
[Shouting]
Yeah.
Yeah!
- [Cheering]
- Ho-ho-ho!
That's quite a catch.
Huh?
Santa's sleigh.
It's sliding down the mountain
with all the presents on board.
We've got to stop it.
I got to make things right
and save Christmas for everyone!
[Engine revving]
If those presents fall off
that cliff into the ocean...
there will be nothing
for the children of the world
to open Christmas morning.
- [Shouting]
- [Yowling]
Hoo! That was a close one.
[Sneezing]
Mayor Humdinger,
I'm at a loss for words.
Except for
naughty, naughty, naughty.
Ugh. Crummy naughty list.
Who wants your lousy presents
anyway?
[Meowing]
[Tires grinding]
Come on. Come on.
Ugh. It's too icy.
[Gasping]
Uh-oh. I got to do something.
I will do something.
[Grunting]
[Shouting]
[Grunting]
I think he's got it.
Is it slowing down?
Come on, Rubble.
[Grunting]
[Barking] PupPack shovel.
[Gasping]
[Grunting]
[Grunting]
[Grunting continues]
Phew.
[Barking] PupPack shovel.
That was close.
[Shouting]
Whoa.
[Shouting]
Phew. I got the sleigh.
- Yeah!
- [Howling]
Yay.
My laser drill!
[Grunting]
[Grunting]
[Grunting]
Rubble, it's time to make
a choice.
Is Christmas about getting
the one present
you want more than anything,
or is Christmas about giving,
and making sure these presents
get to all the children
around the world?
[Sighing] It's about giving.
But it's so hard to let go
of something
that I've wanted for so long.
Just follow your heart, Rubble!
I'm sorry, laser drill.
This is bigger than you and me.
I've got to let you go.
This is about the true meaning
of Christmas.
Laser drill.
[Rubble grunting]
[Santa grunting, sighing]
You did a brave thing, Rubble.
You're such a good pup.
[Sniffling] Thanks, Santa.
[Giggling]
Humph.
Christmas-schmissmass.
- Way to go, buddy.
- Yeah, Rubble.
That was amazing.
Nice work.
Every child in the world
will be opening presents
in the morning thanks to you.
Aw. [Giggling] It was nothing.
I'm glad
I could help fix things.
Speaking of which,
I best get a move on,
and you pups best get home
to bed.
You know, Santa won't come
to your house
if you're not fast asleep.
Thanks for everything, Santa.
You're very welcome.
Now, let's dash away, all!
Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas.
ALL:
Merry Christmas.
[Sleigh bells jingling]
Humph. Christmas-schmissmass.
[Meowing]
- It's Christmas morning!
- Paw-some.
[Barking, laughing]
I love Christmas.
Huh?
Hang on.
There's one more present.
"To Rubble, from Santa."
What's this?
I don't know.
Open it and find out.
- Yeah!
- What is it?
Open it.
The laser drill!
With the official carrying case,
two extra batteries,
and the limited-edition
titanium grip handle.
Awesome!
SANTA:
"Dear Rubble,
"I know how much you were
looking forward to getting
"a laser drill for Christmas.
"And since yours is currently
"at the bottom of
the Arctic Ocean,
"I wanted to give you mine.
"Thank you for everything
you've done.
Your friend, Santa."
Mmm.
This is the best Christmas ever.
[Howling, cheering]
Yeah!
CHASE:
Well, don't keep us waiting.
Let's see what that thing
can do.
Yeah. Let's drill something.
There's something
I got to do first.
Huh?
You'll see.
And when it's done,
come with me.
You're doing the right thing,
Rubble.
[Yawning]
Who's there?
Huh?
[Gasping]
Hey!
A wooden car,
just like the one I had
when I was little!
Oh, it's perfect.
I don't deserve this.
Merry Christmas,
Mayor Humdinger.
Huh?
I'm going to try my hardest
not to be on the naughty list.
[Meowing]
We wish you
a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry
Christmas
We wish you
a Merry Christmas
- And a Happy New Year
- [Bleating]
We wish you a Merry
Christmas
We wish you
a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry
Christmas
Oh, kitties, isn't Christmas
just the most wonderful time
of the year?
Meow-meow-meow
meow-meow-meow meow-meow
And a Happy New Year
[Shutter clicking]