Mr. Murder
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:15:01
Christmas is three weeks away,
sweetheart.

:15:03
Not that Santa, the bad Santa.
The one in the story.

:15:07
Is there storytime
in motels?

:15:10
Daddy can't read to us tonight, Emily.
The book's at home.

:15:14
That's what you think.
:15:16
- That's what you think!
- You brought it.

:15:18
- Everybody wanna hear some more?
- Yeah.

:15:28
"The reindeer land on the roof.
Very sneaky...

:15:33
Oh, but this Santa
is fearfully freaky.

:15:38
He whispers a warning to
each of the deer...

:15:41
Leaning in close to
make sure they hear.

:15:45
You all have relatives
back at the pole..."

:15:50
What is it?
:15:54
Nothing. I'm okay.
:16:00
"You all have relatives
back at the pole..."

:16:10
- He's inside of my head.
- What?

:16:14
He knows where I am,
that's how he found me.

:16:17
Fight it.
Block him out.

:16:24
"Each one a gentle,
antlered soul.

:16:27
So if you fly away
while I'm inside...

:16:30
Back to the pole
on a plane I will ride.

:16:33
I'll have a picnic
in the midnight sun...

:16:36
Reindeer tamales,
reindeer on a bun...

:16:49
Reindeer salad and
hot reindeer soup,

:16:52
all sorts of delicious
reindeer goop.

:16:55
He goes to the chimney
and looks down the bricks...

:16:57
but that way in,
is strictly for hicks."


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