KNACKS: I know you'll just grab it and run off just so I can't play with it anymore. You know I hate when you make me cry.
KUSE: Why do you always have to be such a lame cockwad? Jus throw the damn ball. Don't make me look stupid standing here ready to catch something that isn't going to be thrown. That's really fucked up, dude.
MARE: I can't believe it's over. It's all happened so quickly. I don't know what to do with myself now that we don't have enemies waiting to be conquered. Maybe we can do some Christmas crafts? Even turn half of an empty paper towel roll into a reindeer figurine?
LEGOTRON: Mare, if you're looking for something to do, you could turn me back into the many souls currently trapped within my singular consciousness.
MARE: Oh, Legotron...you know that ain't happening. Besides, is it really all that bad to be what you are? You're the tallest guy here, and you'll double nicely as a display case if Santa really goes through with giving me the 200 pairs of sunglasses I put on my wish list.
MARE: So...you guys okay? We haven't really had a chance to talk.
KUSE: I...I guess I'm doing okay. Haven't thought about it much, to tell ya the truth. All I'm really concerned about now is Knacks refusing to play football with me.
KNACKS: I'm not falling for your tricks ever again!
MARE: You still do that football-stealing bit?
KUSE: It's timeless. I don't know why he suddenly stopped falling for it. Maybe it's that weird antennae thing he started wearing.
MARE: Nah, that thing's a dud. He's only wearing because he feels inferior about Legotron's height.
KUSE: Are you serious?
MARE: Yeah, we had a heart-to-heart. He's got all of these complexes about his appearance -- that's just the tip of the iceberg. He was whining and sobbing and making me wacka-wacka, so I gave him that stupid antenna and told him it'd eventually grow and make him taller than Legotron. It won't, of course, but he'll probably be more focused on his weight by the time he finds out.
KNACKS: Assholes, I'm sitting right here. You could have at least whispered.
MEANWHILE!
SANTA II: ...I just don't see what the big deal is! You've been Santa Claus for a whole year! Surely it's my turn to be Santa Claus now.
SANTA: It's really not though, Santa II. You're not even supposed to be here yet. You're supposed to be stuffed in a stupid cardboard box till the 24th! It's not my fault those two aliens took control of our bodies and smashed up your hibernation chamber.
SANTA II: Well can I at least take my husbandly spoils now? You know, with the lady?
SANTA: Absolutely not! If you're planning to be the foremost Santa Claus after Christmas, you're going to need to have more dignity than this!
SANTA II: You're just being greedy! It's time to pass the torch! It's torch-passing time!
SANTA: C'mon, Mrs. Claus. Some people don't know when to quit.
SANTA II: IT'S TIME TO PASS THE TORCH, SANTA! PASS THE GOD DAMNED TORCH!
SANTA II: The nerve!
MEANWHILE!
KNACKS: Wow, a whole bucket just for me. I guess things really are back to normal.
MARE: Don't be upset. After all, you got a talking cow, a horse, and me! Surely that outweighs all the buckets and statues of guinea pigs?
KNACKS: You know, it comes damn close.
KUSE: Hey guys sorry to interrupt, but look what I got today -- my very own slacker!
SURF: S'yah, like I totally plan to do nothing at all.
KUSE: His name is Surf, and he's a complete waste of our time! He'll be nothing but a constant drain on our resources and he won't ever give back!
MARE: Cool. Send him over there with the other LEGO guys.
KUSE: You heard her. It's to the left, about thirty steps.
