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- The official script for "A Very Crappy Christmas" was released by South Park Studios. It is located here!
Cast
- Stan Marsh
- Kyle Broflovski
- Kenny McCormick
- Eric Cartman
- Ike Broflovski
- Sheila Broflovski
- Gerald Broflovski
- Mr. Hankey
- Autumn Hankey
- Cornwallis Hankey
- Amber Hankey
- Simon Hankey
- Red Harris
- Mayor McDaniels
- Johnson
- Charlie Brown
- Lucy van Pelt
- Linus
- Snoopy
- Butters Stotch
- Sound man
- Sharon Marsh
- Randy Marsh
- Marvin Marsh
- Mr. Mackey
- Diane Choksondik
- News anchor
- Various townfolk
Script
| A Very Crappy Christmas | |
| Kyle's house, night, bathroom. The toilet is seen and on it are a glass and a plate of chocolate-chip cookies. Kyle sits in his pajamas underneath a window and next to a night stand and candle opposite the toilet bowl, and holding a small flag which reads: WELCOME MR. HANKEY. Ike walks in and towards the food | |
| He's gonna be here any minute, Ike. | |
| [pulls himself onto the seat and looks in] Oooh nooo, poopies. | |
| Heee might not come if you're too close to the toilet bowl, Ike. [lifts him off the seat and takes him back to the night stand] Come sit by me. [they sit down and face the toilet bowl, and wait. Nothing happens.] | |
| [at the door with Gerald] It's getting late, boys. Why don't you come on up to bed. | |
| Just let us stay up a little longer, mom. Mr. Hankey's gotta show up. He always does. | |
| Alright, bubbe. [leaves with Gerald, but returns] Oh, and boys? Happy Chanukah. | |
| Happy Chanukah, Mom. [returns his sight to the toilet bowl and waits...] | |
| Kyle's house, night, bathroom. "Silent Night" plays | |
| [Waves the flag around] Ayaaa ta. [Kyle is getting drowsy] Weee Weee... [soon, Ike is asleep on Kyle's shoulder as Kyle drifts into sleep, but checks on the plate once in a while. An ant is now on the toilet seat inching its way to the cookies. Kyle watches drowsily until the ant touches the cookies...] | |
| Go away! | |
| The ant scurries away. At length, the candle burns down to the plate and goes out. Kyle and Ike are both asleep. Sheila and Gerald look in once again and find the boys asleep. Sheila picks up Ike and Gerald picks up Kyle and take them to their respective rooms. Kyle is then seen asleep in his room. He opens and blinks his eyes, then gasps and sits up. He rushes out of bed and into the restroom, only to find an empty plate and glass. He thinks Mr. Hankey has been by, until he notices something on the floor to the left of the toilet. A look of dismay comes over his face. It's the ant he sees, now bloated and content. Kyle goes to make a phone call. | |
| Stan's house, night, bathroom. "Silent Night" continues | |
| [picks up the phone] A-ah huh. | |
| [barks. Music stops] Stan! Go get the other guys and tell them to meet me at the bus stop in ten minutes! | |
| Ho-o-oh. | |
| South Park, night, bus stop. Kyle, with flashlight and crow bar, is waiting as the others arrive. Kenny arrives in coat, hood, and undies. Cartman in pajamas, cap and coat, and Stan fully dressed, but with his cap askew. A lock of hair is seen | |
| Okay, good. You're all here. | |
| What is this all about, Kyle? | |
| It's Mr. Hankey! He hasn't shown up yet. | |
| Aw, Jesus Christ! I'm going back to bed. [turns aside and walks off] | |
| It's only three days until Christmas, you guys! You know how bad things have been around here. I think it might be because Mr. Hankey hasn't come. | |
| Kyle, I have a full day of watching TV tomorrow. I don't have time to go on a poo hunt right now, okay? | |
| If you guys want there to be a Christmas, you'd better come help me! | |
| South Park, night, city streets. Snow is still falling, but a manhole cover has been lifted and set aside. Down below, in the sewer, the boys walk in the muck looking for Mr. Hankey's home | |
| Heh-tchoo! | |
| [turns and glares at Cartman] Dude, you sneezed on my back! | |
| Oh, sorry, you might get some germs while you're walking around in human feces! | |
| Hey, look. [before them is a small cottage in a collection basin. They walk to the end of the sewer line] Hello? | |
| Hoowwddyy ho! [behind him is a little cottage all glittered in light] | |
| ...Mr. Hankey! Hoh, we were so worried! I was waiting up for you and you didn't come, so I thought that- | |
| Oh, no I'm fine, Kyle. | |
| But where have you been? Things aren't the same without you. Nobody seems to have the Christmas spirit. | |
| I know, Kyle. I've just been awfully busy with my family. [calls into the house] Honey! | |
| Family? | |
| Boys, I want you to meet my wife. Autumn. | |
| Howdy-hey kids! [waves in the same way Mr. Hankey does, holds a martini in her left hand] Would you like a drink? | |
| They're too young to drink, honey. | |
| Hey haa, it's Christmas! | |
| Come. You have to meet the little nuggets, too. Kids! [they come one one by one] This is our son, Cornwallis. | |
| [wearing glasses, a scarf and little blue beret] Hoowwdy Ho! [hops aside as another nugget enters] | |
| Our daughter Amber. | |
| [in pink dress and maroon bow] Hoowwdy Ho! [hops aside as another nugget enters] | |
| And our son, Simon. | |
| Eee, hey! Hnhn. | |
| [aside] Simon's not so smart. He was born with a peanut in his head. | |
| Heh What? Dad? Huh? | |
| Nothin', Simon. | |
| A family! So THAT's why you haven't been able to spread Christmas cheer. | |
| It sure has been tough. Nobody seems that into Christmas out there. | |
| I know, it's like it doesn't matter anymore. | |
| My moms barely bought me any presents so far. | |
| Well don't worry kids! I'm sending the nuggets up tomorrow to spread Christmas cheer! [the nuggets grin] And if you want, you can help them. | |
| Sure we'll help! [Stan grins] | |
| Anything for more presents! | |
| "Hic" Weh-hell, it's a Christmas party! Hey! You boys! You boys wanna bet me I won't take off my clothes? | |
| Honey, pleh, you're- you're drunk. Onkay? | |
| But it's a Christmas party! | |
| Honey, can we go inside for a second? [they enter the little house and start arguing. The boys look on in shock while the nuggets keep their smiles. Abruptly the arguing stops and the two adult poos step out again] Well, it's decided, kids. Tomorrow we're gonna bring back the spirit of Christmas! | |
| South Park, day, city streets. The boys and the nuggets stand on the sidewalk in front of Tele's and the toy store humming "Good King Wencelas" The nuggets soon hum their own tunes. Stan, Kyle, and Kenny wear nose clips and suits that suggest they are reindeer, while Cartman is dressed as Santa | |
| Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas, you guys! Only three shopping days until- [a couple walks past] God-damnit! [a man walks past in the other direction] Hey! Merry Christmas, asshole! [a woman walks by] | |
| Nobody's paying any attention. [Amber clears her throat as a foot comes down over Simon, and the foot pulls away] | |
| Ew, I almost stepped in it. | |
| [exits and locks his door] Well, it was a good effort, boys. But I'm gonna have to close shop. Nobody's buyin' anything an' I can't afford to keep this furnace runnin'! [starts to leave, but notices the nuggets] Oh. And, boys, there's some crap on the sidewalk there. Watch out. [the nuggets look downcast. Red Harris leaves the toy store.] | |
| [locks the door] Not one toy. I guess this yeear, everyone's content to celebrate with candles and love. [starts sobbing, then walks away] | |
| [emotionally] This is hopeless. We're just gonna have to face that the commercialism has been sucked out of Christmas. | |
| A special report. Behind the anchor is a "No Christmas Trees" sign | |
| And in other news tonight it appears that everyone is officially SICK OF CHRISTMAS! [a chart appears] In an SPC poll, 38% said they were fed up and tired of the holiday, 5% said they were indifferent to it, and a whopping 57% they would quick Bon Jovi square in the balls if given the opportunity. [the field poll follows] | |
| Well, I think people are just fed up with the crowded shopping and the credit-card bills, uh. [the boys sit on Cartman's sofa watching the news] I, I think that the holiday just has become a joke. | |
| [with a son who waves at the camera] You know, it's just that a lot of people don't really believe in the whole Jesus thing anymore, you know? So what's to celebrate? | |
| Oh yeah. Right in the balls, man. Right square in the balls. | |
| Well, the holiday spirit may be gone from South Park, but at least our faith in each other remains strong. | |
| [whispers into the anchor's ear] In South Park. | |
| Oh really? | |
| South Park, Cartman's house, day. The report is over | |
| Dude, change the channel. This is too depressing. [Cartman clicks the remote, and "A Charlie Brown Christmas" pops up. Charlie, Lucy, and Snoopy are on screen] | |
| Good Grief! We need a Christmas tree for our play. | |
| Oh, Jesus, not this thing again. | |
| How come everyone in cartoons has such big heads? | |
| [as other kids dance around him] Alright, everyone, we've got to get on with our play! | |
| Jesus, this sucks! All they keep doin' is dancing around! | |
| Yeah, this thing really falls apart in the second act. | |
| [affecting a Peanuts accent] And why is it that on Charlie Brown cartoons, everyone talks like this. | |
| My mom could make a better Christmas special than this! | |
| Hey, that's it. Oh, my God, that's totally it! [drops down from the sofa and walks to the TV] It's so simple! | |
| What, dude? | |
| [turns and faces the other boys] We can get everyone back into the Christmas spirit by making our very own animated Christmas special, and showing it to everybody in town! [Charlie and Linus talk onscreen] | |
| We don't know anything about animation. | |
| How hard can it be? Look at it. [Snoopy and Charlie walk in the woods] | |
| Hey yeah! We can make a little animated Santa Claus and Jesus, and it can star us instead of these little round-headed guys! | |
| (Yeah, right! Awesome!) | |
| Yeah! And we can call it... "The Spirit of Christmas" [onscreen, Snoopy is pummeling a naked Charlie Brown hard across the face with a 2-by-4] | |
| South Park, The Mayor's office, day. The report is over | |
| [worried] Ogh! This is terrible, Johnson! Our whole town's economy is going right in the toilet! We've got to get everybody back in the Christmas spirit! | |
| Mayor, some adorable children are here to see you. | |
| Meugh. Send them in. | |
| [as the boys enter]Mayor! We have the solution to your problem. | |
| You do? | |
| We're gonna make a short animated Christmas card that everyone can watch and play it on the screen at the old drive-in. | |
| It'll have everything. Jesus, Santa. And when people see it, they'll just HAVE to get in the spirit. All we need is three hundred dollars for our budget. | |
| [falsely enthusiastic] An animated Christmas card. Kids, that just may be the dumbest idea I've ever heard, ever! | |
| Awww. | |
| But at this point I'm willing to try anything. Johnson, cut them a check for three hundred dollars. | |
| Alright! | |
| [to the other three] You guys go tell Butters to start making the cutoouts. I'm gonna go tell Mr. Hankey the good news! | |
| The Hankey home, day, exterior. Mr. Hankey and Autumn are in a heated argument inside. The argument is incomprehensible for a while, until a voice stands out. | |
| Now you put that vase down! Put that vase down! That's a very expensive vase! [now warning] Don't you throw that vase! [the vase is thrown and breaks.] | |
| [now facing the house from the sewer] Ah, Mr. Hankey? | |
| [exits the front door] Oh, Kyle! Hoowwddy ho! | |
| [excited] We got the money, Mr. Hankey. We're gonna make our animated Christmas card. | |
| Oh, that's swell! Kids! [the nuggets come out] Christmas is back on! We've gotta all go get that old drive-in workin' again. | |
| Okay! | |
| That's not the only thing we gotta get workin' again, [pokes him] if you know what I mean... | |
| [concerned] Wha- why do you, why do you have to say things like that in front of people? | |
| Well, I've gotta go start our animation. We've only got two days. [turns and walks away...] | |
| Good luck, Kyle. And we'll have that projector workin'! Don't you worry! [Cornwallis sniffs at himself] | |
| What's the matter, Cornwallis? | |
| Butters' home, day. A gate is open by one side of the house. Inside, the four boys enter a room littered with cutouts | |
| Alright, Butters. Let's see what you've got. | |
| [behind a desk] Huh, well, okay. Now, don't expect too much with the budget you gave me. | |
| [impatient] Yeahyeahyeah. just let us see 'em! | |
| Well, alright. Here's a little paper construction of Santa Claus. [holds him up and moves him a bit] "Ho ho ho, uh, there-a kid. Hu-uh, would you like some- t-hoys and stuff" Hah, and uh, here's a little Jesus. [brings him forth] "Hi there, Santa. I am the Light and the Way, and stuff." [Santa] "Uh, ho o-kay. That's good, I suppose." Huh, and here's the cutout versions of you guys. [unfurls a large sheet which contains some mountains and spitting images of the four boys] | |
| Whoa! | |
| [points] Heheh. Look, he made Stan all fat. | |
| [retorts] That's not me, that's you! | |
| What?! | |
| They kind of look like us. [the poster is shown again] I mean, Stan's got blue eyes and I've got a sharper nose, but I mean, they kinda look like us. | |
| I AM NOT THAT GODDAMNED FAT! [Butters sets the poster on the desk, face up] | |
| God job, Butters. | |
| Woh, ah, hey! I made a little cutout version of me, too! Ih in case you need it for your animated film. | |
| [grabs the poster] No, that's okay. [walks away] | |
| See ya! [grabs Santa, Cartman grabs Jesus, and they walk away with Kenny] | |
| Uh-m, alright, alright then. [the door closes, and a few second later, he reaches into a top drawer and pulls out a Barbie cutout. In falsetto...] "Oh, uh, hello, good-lookin'? What's your name?" [moves the Butters cutout] "Huh, Butters, ma'am." [moves the Barbie cutout while in falsetto] "Well, Butters, would you like to slap my- titties around?" [moves the Butters cutout closer] "Whoa! Well, uhuh" [a smile of fantasy flashes across his face] "Uh, no thanks, ma'am. Uh I, I'll get in trouble again." [guiltily puts the cutout away.] | |
| The Hankey home, day. Inside, Cornwallis is seated at a table with thumb tacks for legs. There are two 5-book stacks on the table, a third stack on the floor behind him, and two books on the floor in front of the table. Mr. Hankey enters, and soon seen are a spool of string for a bedstand and a pencil as a curtain rod. A locket hangs over Cornwallis' bed, and it contains pictures of his parents | |
| Cornwallis, we've got to go fix up the drive-in. | |
| I don't want to, Dad. I'm too sad. | |
| [takes a seat at the table] Hey, that's alright, Cornwallis. The boys' animated movie will being back the spirit of Christmas. | |
| It's not that, father. Its... Well, I don't feel like I'm really a part of Christmas. | |
| But son, you're a Hankey. We love Christmas! | |
| [drunk as ever, appears at the door] Come on, it's time to sit around the tree! | |
| [serious] We're having a talk, honey. | |
| God-damnit it's Christmas and we're gonna be a happy family around the tree! | |
| Autumn, you're drunk. Alright, now, just go help the other kids; they can't get their stockings up. | |
| That's not the only thing that can't get up around here. [rushes away] | |
| ...Now come on, son. Don't be so down. | |
| Why? We're just pieces of crap. Christmas isn't for us. | |
| Christmas is about feeling good. That's for everybody! | |
| I see the Nativity. There's angels, shepherds and sheep. But no poo. All the Christmas movies: Santa, elves, reindeer. No poo. I'm not a part of it. | |
| No, you're not a part of it, Cornwallis. You're all of it. Don't you see? | |
| I'm nothing but crap! | |
But crap is everything. [begins to sing] | |
| But how can I be that giraffe and blade of grass, and a human? I don't control what they do. | |
| [sits next to Cornwallis] Just like your heart beats without you thinking about it, so, too, your giraffes and your humans do what they do without you even thinkin' about it. But it is all one life form. It is all... [points to him] you. | |
[smiles] I think I see now. | |
Becomes the grass of tomorrow | |
Yeah | |
Which the grazers turn around | |
So I'm the leg of a leopard and the wings of a hen | |
Which becomes dinner for the human and turns back to poo again. | |
| Stan's house, basement, day. He hands out scripts to the other three boys | |
| Okay, here's the script. But it doesn't have an ending. | |
| No ending? Well, we can't animate until we have our voices recorded, so we'd better just record what we have and figure out the ending later. [they walk over to some microphones.] | |
| [instructing] Okay, talk directly in the mike and don't hit any hard p's. | |
| What's a hard p? | |
| You know, first thing in the morning when it just won't come out? | |
| Oh, yeah. | |
| Uumm, okay, sound is speeding, and... [cues the boys by raising his hand] | |
We wish you a Merry Christmas | |
| Hold on. | |
We wish- | |
| [twisting in pain] AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! | |
| ...deh..OOOWW!!! | |
| Uh, [makes more changes to the sound settings] mmm. Okay, and? [cues the boys] | |
We wish you a merry Christmas, | |
| Hey! Wait a minute! | |
| What? | |
| Aren't you Jewish, Kyle? | |
| Well, yes, I think so. | |
| [calmly] Dude, Jewish people don't celebrate Christmas. You're supposed to sing Chanukah songs. [Kyle cues the piano player, who begins playing] | |
Dreidel dreidel dreidel, | |
| [grins] Heheheheh, Chanukah sucks. | |
| [throws his headphones off and faces Cartman angrily] Don't you oppress me, fat boy. | |
| [throws his headphones off] Don't call me fat, buttfucker. | |
| Then don't belittle my people you fuckin' fatass! | |
| You guys, knock it off! We have to record this! [the sound man begins to laugh heartily] | |
| [composes himself] Dude, that was awesome. | |
| What's awesome? | |
| The script. It's sweet. | |
| That's not in the script They do this all the time. | |
| Well, it should be in the script. All that "you're fat" and "you're a Jew" and stuff. It's great. [the boys look at each other] | |
| South Park, Photo Dojo, day. The boys are gathered round a camera, which is pointing straight down onto the poster Butters made for them. Two lights shine on the poster, and the cutouts are in place. Some other heads are at the top end of the poster | |
| Check it out, dude. The camera shoots one frame at a time. So, all we gotta do, is put the right mouth on, according to what syllable they're pronouncing at that frame. | |
| Easy. | |
| Yeah. So what's the first syllable? | |
| Uhd- W, WW-e wish you a Merry Christmas | |
| Okay. So we put little "woo" mouths on all our heads. [sets the "woo" mouths in place] And then we shoot that for one frame. | |
| Okay. [snaps the shot] One. | |
| That's one twenty-fourth of a second of our movie already shot! [exults] | |
| Kickass! | |
| Now, the next mouth. | |
| Uuhh, E. W-EE wish you a Merry Christmas. [both turn aside to look around] | |
| Okay, where are the E-mouths? | |
| [softly] E mouths... | |
| South Park, Photo Dojo, three hours later. The boys' eyelids are drooping and they're tired | |
| Okay. "Woo" mouths again? | |
| [snap] 1 [snap] 2. | |
| So how much done is that? | |
| "We wish you a m- Merry" | |
| [softly] Aw, [loudly] Jesus Christ! | |
| South Park Drive-In, night. The boys' eyelids are drooping and they're tired | |
| [enters the drive-in with her aides] This kids better make a good Christmas movie, Johnson. If people in this town don't start shopping again, we're all gonna be out of jobs next year. | |
| This... place is pretty run-down. | |
| It's alright, we've got a clean-up crew coming. | |
| [off-screen] Hoowwddy ho! [the Mayor and Johnson look around] Down here! | |
| [jumps back] WAAGGH! | |
| [displeased] Oh. Mr. Hankey, it's you. How wonderful. | |
| My family and I are here to get the drive-in ready for the biig movie. | |
| [drunk and still holding a martini, to Johnson] Hi there, Mr. Important Political Person. *hic* [Johnson looks disturbed] You wanna bet me I won't take off my clothes and run naked through this parkin' lot? | |
| [softly blocking] Uh-uh, honey, please don't start! | |
| I didn't start it! He was looking at my breasts! | |
| They're not real, you know. | |
| Don't you say that! [hugs him, but he pushes her off] | |
| Oh, big secret! Everyone can tell they're made of silicorn! | |
| Uhhh, we'll just leave you to your cleanup. [leads the Mayor and the other aide away] | |
| Okay! Boy, oh boy, this place suuure needs a lot of work. | |
| We can fix it up, Dad. | |
| Oh, look! A homeless person. [the man is seen sleeping on the ground covered in papers and cardboard] Oh. He looks sad, Papa. [hops over to him and leaves a poo smile on his lips] There. That's better. | |
| Good job, Amber. Now this place is starting to look Christmasy [the man continues to sleep...] | |
| South Park, Photo Dojo, next day. The boys are back at the animatic further along in the project | |
| Okay. Okay, the shot is finally set up. Now shoot the O mouth for two frames. [Cartman sneezes and immediately realizes what he just did] | |
| AAAAAAAA! | |
| Cartman! | |
| Well, I'm sorry! I have a cold! | |
| That took us half an hour to set up, fatass! | |
| Alright! You know what? I have been here TOO LONG! I'm sick of making this stupid cartoon, and we're never goin' to finish it anyways! [walks off and stops at the door] Screw you guys, I'm goin' home! | |
| [rushing to the door] Fine! We'll do it with out you! | |
| We can't do it without him, Kyle. We've already animated him in it! | |
| We'll dub his voice over. | |
| Kyle, it's hopeless. We've only got 20 seconds of animation done, and we still have Jesus' and Santa's voices to record, and we don't even have a third act. Dude, it would take a miracle to finish this thing! | |
Now, don't go saying that. There's always hope. Miracles happen most every day. | |
You love- | |
We love | |
-And I'll labor. [takes down the scene] | |
Tralala | |
You sit- [puts it up again] | |
We sit. | |
-And I'll stand. [a funny look appears on his face] | |
Tralalalala | |
Get help from our next-door neighbor, 'cause | |
Even a miracle needs a hand! | |
| Stan's house, basement, day. Stan and Kyle have to work without Cartman, so they stand wearing headphones and reading the script aloud | |
| You can do Cartman's voice, can't you? | |
| "Awgh! I'm so fat!" | |
| Nuh, you've gotta sound fatter. | |
| [with tongue filling his mouth] "Hey, you guys! Seriouslih! I'm so fat! Help me out over hmyah!" | |
| Cool! Now let's try the script! | |
| Rolling... | |
[Doing his and Cartman's parts] | |
| Oh, you're just saying that because he brings you candy. | |
| Cartman: Ey! I don't need to take that kind of shit from a Jew! [both boys grin, and the sound man signals his approval with a thumbs-up] | |
| Stan's house, living room, day. Kyle and Stan resume singing as Kyle packs the cutouts into a box headed for Korea | |
You wish- | |
We wish | |
-And I'll whittle. | |
Tralalalala | |
You sit- [closes the box and tosses it up] | |
We sit. | |
-And I'll stand. [displays the box's destination and walks out with it] | |
Tralalalala | |
[with Kenny humming] Let's all try to help a little, 'cause | |
| South Park, Potter's Art Store, day. Stan, Kyle, and Kenny walk out with construction paper | |
Even a miracle- [a car comes in and runs over Kenny as the driver honks, leaving Kenny flat as a pancake. The boys just look in wonder] | |
| ...It's okay. We'll just have his character die in the film. [they resume singing and walk away] | |
| Stan's house, living room, day. Stan and Kyle are there. A large box has come for Stan and he's about to open it | |
| South Park Drive-In, night. The drive-in is cleaned up now. The entire town shows up to see the short film. To the left, two klieg lights shine on a high platform on which stand the Mayor and her aides; Stan, Kyle, and Cartman. A decorated Christmas tree stands behind them. On close-up, though, Cartman is missing | |
| Citizens of South Park, the Colorado Film Commission is pleased to present to you a work by some of our very own South Park children. [the crowd erupts in applause] | |
| [enters victoriously] Thank you, thank you. [Stan and Kyle look at him annoyed] | |
| Cartman, what the hell are you doing here?! You quit! | |
| What are you talkin' about, "quit"? Huh! I don't remember that. | |
| We know that after you see this darling short film, [the crowd is shown] you will all feel the mighty glow of the Christmas spirit once again. Boys? | |
| Okay, Mr. Hankey! | |
| [in the booth] O-kay! [starts the projector. The opening screen of "The Spirit of Christmas" is shown as music plays.] | |
| Scene: a snowy hill. South Park comes into view. A squirrel pops up to see the camera, then drops away next to the town sign. Kids can be heard singing a Christmas carol. The camera pans to the right | |
We wish you a merry Christmas, | |
| Hey! Wait a minute! | |
| What? | |
| Aren't you Jewish, Kyle? | |
| Yeah, I think so. | |
| (voice rising) Dude, Jewish people don't celebrate Christmas! | |
| What? | |
| You're supposed to sing Chanukah songs! | |
Dreidel dreidel dreidel- | |
| the film snaps in two and grinds to a halt. Fear strikes the boys' faces, then the Mayor's face. The film spools out of the reels and Mr. Hankey holds the unwound film in his hands | |
| Eehhhh, pretty! [the crowd begins to disperse and grumble] | |
| Oh, that's Christmas for ya. | |
| Uhuh, just hang on folks. We seem to be having some technical difficulties. | |
| Boring. | |
| I've gotta go. | |
| Stupid. | |
| [as the boys enter the projection booth] It's completely destroyed! There's nothin' I can do! | |
| All that hard work. | |
| Well, thanks a lot, kids. Great idea you had there. Now everyone is more disenfranchised with Christmas than ever. We want our three hundred bucks back! | |
| But we spent it! | |
| Fine. Then we'll sue you. [leaves with the aides] Johnson? [the other aide stays behind] | |
| I... used to believe in miracles. [leaves] | |
| All that work! | |
| For nothing. | |
| Boys, I uh, I'm s-, I'm sorry. | |
| Sure. Sh-sure, Mr. Hankey. | |
| I guess- we might as well- go home now. [the boys leave and Mr. Hankey wilts] | |
| The Hankey home, night. Inside, Mr. Hankey sits on the little sofa. Cornwallis hops up to him and joins him on the sofa | |
| It's my fault. All my fault. I got everyone's hopes up. | |
| But Dad, we can fix the projector. | |
| Aw, it's too late for that, son. everyone' gone home. And I don't know nothin' about projectors. I'm just a stupid piece of crap. | |
| Dad, you taught me an important lesson: That crap is the cycle of everything. | |
| Aw, that was just a stupid song, Cornwallis! I was jus' tryin' to get you to stop your bitchin' | |
| No, it wasn't a stupid song. Because you showed me that I have the power and the strength to do anything I want. You made me believe in myself, Dad! Now I'm asking you to do the same. | |
| Son... [reflects for a moment] You're the smartest piece of crap since Albert Poodinger! Come on! [the two of them leave the house] | |
| The Marsh house, living room, night. The immediate family is gathered | |
| Isn't this a nice Christmas, Stanley? No commercialism and shopping, just a nice fire and family. | |
| I wanna die. [sleigh music is heard and a light soon fills the air outside. All the Marshes look] | |
| A view of the suburbs. Lights come on all over the neighborhood, and families begin to come out of their houses. one girl and her parents, another girl and her parents, a boy and girl and their parents, etc. The light everyone sees is the drive-in screen. The short has been repaired and is airing the scene where the boys first meet Jesus. The drive-in soon fills up | |
| On screen, Jesus floats down from the sky. | |
| What the-- | |
| (Nooo!!) [tightens his hood] | |
| The Broflovski house, night. The front door opens and Gerald and Sheila step out with Ike. Kyle follows them out. | |
| They did it! They got it working! [closes the door behind him] | |
| On screen. | |
| You have blemished the meaning of Christmas for the last time, Kringle! | |
| I bring happiness and love to children all over the world. | |
| Christmas is for celebrating my birth! | |
| Christmas is for giving! | |
| A shot of the audience | |
| Oh, wow! | |
| The Hankey house. Amber and Simon stand outside | |
| Mom! They got it working! | |
| [opens the front door and exits without closing it] What's that? They got your father's penis workin' again? [the three of them leave] | |
| A shot of Stan, Kyle, and Cartman smiling. On screen... | |
| ...We actually spoke—to the Brian Boitano. | |
| Yeah. And you know? I think I've learned something today, it doesn't matter if you're Christian or Jewish or Atheist or Hindu. Christmas still is about one very important thing. | |
| Yeah, ham. | |
| [angrily] No not ham! | |
| The audience. The boys laugh | |
| Ey! Why the hell did you have me say that?! | |
| Heheh, we could make you say whatever we wanted. | |
| On screen... | |
| ...Christmas is about something much more important! | |
| What? | |
| [voice softens] Presents. | |
| [softly] Ah. | |
| Don't you see, Kyle? | |
| Yeah. | |
| Presents. | |
| The audience... | |
| ...Presents. | |
| My God, they're right! | |
| Christmas is about presents. If we all buy presents, everyone benefits. M'kay? | |
| That is the spirit of Christmas. Commercialism. Because it's what makes our country work! | |
| They're starting to understand, Johnson. | |
| We got so caught up in the little things of Christmas, like love and family that... we almost forgot it's buying things that makes our economy thrive. | |
| [wearing a handlebar mustache, in falsetto] Hey, the shops are still open. We still have time to shop. [the crowd starts to clamor in agreement, and soon the shops around South Park turn their lights on. Red Harris opens his toy shop up, and the crowd fills the streets, first cheering, then chatting] | |
| You did it, Mr. Hankey. You brought back the spirit of Christmas! | |
| No, you did it, boys! | |
| Aw, hell, we all did it! | |
| Kids, that cartoon was fabulous. How would you like to have your own show and make 100 more of them? | |
| Are you kidding? I think we'd rather stab ourselves in the head. | |
| Yeah. Let's just go home and open our presents. | |
| [to Stan] Hey man, if you're Jewish you get presents for eight days. | |
| Wow! Count me in! | |
| Yeah! I'll be a Jew too. | |
[leaving with the Mayor] | |
| End of A Very Crappy Christmas. Rats rush in from all sides and nibble on Kenny's body. | |
| End of A Very Crappy Christmas | |
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| Story Elements |
Mr. Hankey • Dilapidated Drive-In • "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" • "Circle of Poo" • "Even A Miracle Needs A Hand" | ||||
| Media |
Images • Script • Extras • Watch Episode | ||||
| Release |
South Park: The Complete Fourth Season • Christmas Time in South Park | ||||