Sabrina The Teenage Witch s04e12 Episode Script

Oh, this beautiful carol takes me back.
Mumsy would hum it while she baked gingerbread until she realised that the oven was set too high.
And then, the screaming would start.
Oh, I love Christmas.
Salem, I hate to throw a wet Yule log on your warm hearth of Christmas memories, but Zelda and I aren't getting you an 18-wheel big rig.
But it's all I asked for.
Face it, you're bad with gears.
Fine, I don't need your gifts, because this year, my true love is sending me the 12 Days of Christmas.
Who is your true love? [SPEAKS IN FRENCH.]
I ordered it from the Other Realm's online 89-Cents Store.
Oh, I love the 89-Cents Store, except for that exact change rule.
It's a beautiful way for me to tell me, "I love me.
" Oh! This endless cold snap is making me snap.
This is the worst time of year.
You're not anti-Christmas again, are you? No.
I'm anti-windy, sub-freezing, post-apocalyptic weather.
I love Christmas.
Oh, Salem, it says here, your first 12-Days-of-Christmas present is about to arrive.
SALEM: Danny Bonaduce? This is the best Partridge in a pear tree I could ask for.
Happy holidays, everyone.
Cool, eggnog.
You got any ham? Back in the tree, Bonaduce.
I've gotta get a better agent.
Okay, I am terrified of going outside.
If I see my breath one more time, I'm gonna smack it upside its head.
MAN [OVER RADIO.]
: Now it's time for WWBG's Christmas Getaway Contest.
The first caller to answer this question correctly will win four tickets for a weeklong trip to tropical Jamaica, starting Christmas Day.
What, Jamaica? Four tickets? One, two, three, and a mortal? We can bring Harvey.
Oh, wait.
We have to win it first.
The subject is science.
Oh, science, we won.
Aunt Zelda, just answer it.
Sabrina, I don't know everything about science.
You think you do.
Here's our question.
What parameter measures relative magnitude of viscous forces to Coriolis forces and the rotating flow of viscous, incompressible fluids? Well, everyone and his donkey knows that.
- Ekman number.
- That's correct.
- I can't believe it, you won.
- We're going to Jamaica.
This man says we're going to Jamaica.
Oh, my gosh, Harvey and I are gonna have so much fun.
There's old-age stuff for you guys to do there too.
Sabrina, Zelda won the tickets.
She should pick the mortal of her choice.
I vote for Antonio Banderas.
Oh, please.
- Of course, Harvey can come.
- Thank you, Aunt Zelda.
You're the greatest aunt who ever lived.
Don't worry, second place is nothing to be ashamed of.
[BELL RINGS.]
So, Harvey, you have any plans for Christmas? Well, my mom's taking my little brother and the baby to visit Grandma.
So that means it will be just me, Dad and his patented "the working man never gets a break" speech.
Fantastic.
Well, I mean, I have a great surprise for you.
Just don't many any plans for a week starting Christmas day, okay? I was gonna go to the Freddy Krueger marathon at the revival house.
No, don't buy tickets for that.
You hear me? Don't make plans.
Do not make plans.
Okay, I won't make plans.
No, even planning not to make plans smacks of making plans.
Don't.
[WIND BLOWING.]
Oh, I have never seen the clock shop so busy.
My feet are killing me.
Ugh.
My cheeks are killing me.
From smiling at the customers.
Pretending to be polite is so exhausting.
Look at these two turtledoves.
They're just turtles with wings stapled on.
Since when did the 89-Cents Store start selling cheap and shoddy merchandise? Maybe they really can fly.
- No, they'd have to be alive to do that.
- Eh? Ready? This almost makes me wish I wasn't Muslim.
Yeah, you'd miss the flatbread.
- Should we leave the tree naked? - No, children might see it.
Hey.
Sabrina, tell your Aunt Zelda that Grammy is going to Vegas and she will not take me.
So now that Zelda is off to Jamaica, I'm spending another Christmas alone.
I'm sorry.
Oh, and you can add this.
Pbbt! What was that? Oh, my principal-slash- aunt's boyfriend.
And it's sort of my fault that he's gonna be alone-slash-sad on Christmas.
Yeah, see, I would have blamed the personality.
Maybe I should talk to him.
Aah! Ha-ha-ha-ha! [GLASS SHATTERING.]
I ho-ho-hope you all enjoy the holidays.
Ha-ha-ha-ha! [LAUGHING, SPEAKING IN FRENCH.]
SALEM: They're the three French hens I ordered.
Not what I had in mind at all.
Okay, I give up trying to keep pace with teen fashion.
It's for Jamaica.
Harvey and I are gonna frolic with the fishes.
Since we can't gamble.
MAN: We interrupt this programme to bring you a special weather bulletin.
Due to severe winter conditions, all airports on the eastern seaboard - have been closed indefinitely.
- No.
You can't do that.
You can't ruin mine and Harvey's vacation.
I know you're disappointed, but look on the bright side.
It will be a white Christmas.
That's pretty cool, huh? And we'll all be together, that's the important thing.
Oh, you're talking crazy talk.
Great.
I've just been called crazy by someone in a rubber suit.
No two snowflakes are alike, my butt.
You're all united in your mission to ruin my Christmas.
You know, Mark Twain once said, "Gee, this moustache itches.
" And he also said, "Everyone talks about the weather, but no one does anything about it.
" Oh, so what you're saying is, I should use my magic to change the weather? - What a great idea.
- Hmm.
So that I may be able to travel freely, send the snow away, I mean it, really.
The snow, it stopped.
It stopped.
[WIND BLOWING.]
Aah! Looks like the spell went wrong in an unexpected way.
How unusual.
This look is not gonna work with my new bikini.
We're swamped and we're short-handed.
Why do they only loan prisoners out to clean highways? Let's get some help from the Other Realm.
To help us cope with the Christmas rush, send us workers in a hurry, in other words, mush.
You two look like Santa's elves.
The uniforms always give us away.
I'm Powell, this is Pressburger.
It says here, you left Santa's workshop over creative differences.
- Please elaborate.
- I don't wanna slam Santa, but let me put it to you this way.
He doesn't have much of a sense of humour when it comes to fat jokes.
Not even the funny ones.
And that kiss between me and Mrs.
Claus? There was mistletoe all over the workshop.
Tell me about your years at Harvard.
Complete fabrication.
Thank goodness.
You're hired.
Christmas elves? What a great promotional gimmick.
Hey, lady, Sensurround was a gimmick, we work here.
SABRINA: I'm feeling a little warm.
Turn the air conditioning up before I melt.
Hurry.
SALEM: Okay, okay.
Boy, whenever the molecular structure of your body changes, you become really irritable.
I'm remembering a formula I learned in seventh-grade science.
Burning hot electrical bulb equals heat.
Don't worry, Sabrina.
I'll figure out a way to keep you cool until you can figure out a way to reverse the spell.
Figuring stuff out is not our strong suit, is it? Hey, stop drinking that.
That's my unreconstituted right leg.
[DOOR OPENS.]
Sabrina, what happened? What's with the puddle? I had a little accident.
We can't reverse the spell.
The only way to plead your case is to go directly to Mother Nature.
Could we do it now? In the words of another famous witch, "I'm melting.
" WOMAN: Hello, Steve, Hurricane Steve? Yeah, this is Mother Nature.
I need you to make a swing through the Virgin Islands later this week.
Don't give me any of that "I'm just a tropical storm" business.
Get off your tailwinds and get down there, pronto.
[KNOCK ON DOOR.]
Mother Nature? Um We're sorry to bother you.
She's Zelda Spellman, I'm Hilda Spellman.
- And this is our niece, Sabrina.
SABRINA: Hey.
Sorry for my appearance.
I'm a little pail right now.
Oh, I know you.
You're the selfish brat who changed the weather.
SABRINA: Yeah, but that's all water under the bridge.
In fact, I'm water under the bridge.
This spell always makes people talk in puns.
I hate that.
And you should know that the snow was stopping tonight, anyway.
SABRINA: Whoo-hoo.
I'm Jamaica-bound.
In a Thermos.
What Sabrina did was wrong, but she is a first-time offender.
Can't you please change her back? Teenagers are enough of a handful without them clogging our drainage systems.
Oh, well, it's Christmas time, and I don't wanna be unseasonably mean.
So okay.
Ah.
Thanks.
I'm sure there's a town you need to reduce to rubble.
So we'd better get going.
Just a minute.
You're not getting off that easily.
I'm going to punch some data into my supercomputer, which will scientifically decide the most severe punishment for you.
Oh, no.
What terrible fate awaits me? Not a tornado.
[WIND HOWLING.]
Oh, not hail.
Oh, no, not lightning.
[THUNDER CRASHING.]
[COMPUTER BEEPS.]
You must spend time with a certain Willard Kraft and cheer him up.
No! How about a little hail? Be strong, honey, be strong.
Wear this Christmas-tree pin on your lapel.
When the star on the pin lights up like this, Mr.
Kraft will be sufficiently cheered and your punishment will be over.
Great.
On top of everything else, I have to wear an ugly accessory.
I can't find Mr.
Kraft anywhere, and I've called all his usual haunts.
His home, Custer's Steak House, Pat Buchanan for President headquarters.
Have you tried Westbridge High? Oh, come on, being at school during Christmas vacation? That's beyond pathetic, that's pathelog-- That's where he is.
[RUMBLING.]
[SALEM WHIMPERING.]
It's the nine ladies dancing.
Nine of the largest, most ungraceful ladies you'll ever meet.
Knock it off.
Some of us are trying to sleep away the morning.
That's odd.
We're missing money from the cash register.
Well, I know you didn't take it, and I know I didn't take it, so who could it be? We're going to the bank to make a deposit.
- We'll be back in 5.
- See you.
Who could it be? Yes, I've found some kids that are qualified for suspension.
What are you doing here? I just came by to see what your favourite Christmas food is.
Figgy pudding.
Go away.
That's so funny, because I was thinking about you, and I was thinking, "He looks like a figgy pudding kind of guy," so I baked you this.
- Do you think I'm a fool? - Rhetorical question? This was not baked with love, but just to curry favour with the man in power.
But guess what? I'm going to eat all of it.
I've got it.
Powell and Pressburger stole our money.
Hilda, you always suspect the worst in people.
Come on, have some faith in your fellow man.
But just in case the little hooligans snatched the dough, let's watch the surveillance camera.
Even when you hire people you don't know on the spur of the moment, it can still backfire on you.
Oh, it makes me so mad.
Hilda, this is the Christmas season.
We must have compassion.
ZELDA [OVER MONITOR.]
: Powell, Pressburger, straighten up the backroom, okay? POWELL: Sure thing.
Straighten up the backroom, okay? [LAUGHS.]
Those felonious little rogue elves.
Oh, come on, lighten up.
Look at me, I'm Hilda.
I own a clock shop.
I pay minimum wage.
Ha-ha-ha.
Okay, they're sled-kill.
Twelve drummers drumming, eleven pipers piping.
[DRUMS AND BAGPIPES PLAYING.]
[SOBBING.]
One cat crumbling.
Turn it off.
Turn it off.
- That was good, huh? - Yes, it was.
And you're feeling cheerful now, huh? I can feel the sugar surging through my body, giving me comfort.
- You can? - Yes.
And I can feel that now my sugar rush is officially over.
Oh, no, we're getting further away from the land of cheerful.
I don't really care for this time of year.
Oh, I'm never gonna get to Jamaica.
[SOBBING.]
Oh, okay, let's snap out of it.
- Who wants to go for a walk? - Not me.
- Great, let's go.
- No.
I just want to remind you two, that Christmas isn't just about getting stuff.
Or say, money.
It's also about honesty and overcoming your bad impulses.
That's a good point.
In fact, we've gone out of our way not to get drunk during business hours.
Oh, we're at Zoo-zoo's store.
Hi, Monkey.
- Hi.
- I need to speak with you alone.
I can't hear.
I have tried everything.
I was pushing him at the park on the swings just now, and not even so much as a "whee.
" You've gotta help me.
Honey, I'd drop everything in a second to help my Willard, but according to Mother Nature, I'm not allowed to.
It's your punishment to cheer him up.
Oh, I can hear again.
Yeah, how's that for cheerful good news? Is this thing on? Mr.
Kraft, why are you so miserable at Christmastime? Because I've never had a good one.
At least, none that I can remember.
Maybe I can help.
- This area is for employees only.
- What's wrong with me? Did I just say what's wrong with me? Because I couldn't hear it.
I'm gonna take Mr.
Kraft back through the grandfather time clock so that he can remember a good Christmas, and I can go to Jamaica.
All right, well, if you leave him back there, I didn't see you.
Mr.
Kraft, this grandfather clock will cheer you up.
Thank goodness I can hear again.
There's nothing worse than losing your hearing.
[KRAFT PANTING.]
You see that sad, lost, - lonely-looking boy over there? - The one with the coal? I'm the even more pathetic kid next to him.
If you think this is bad, you should see me a few years from now at the orphanage.
Oh, no, not an orphanage.
[KIDS CHATTERING, LAUGHING.]
Mr.
Kraft, which one are you? That's me, on the outside as usual.
I didn't have it good like those orphans.
Oh, how I envied them.
Didn't you have one happy Christmas in your whole life? MAN: Merry Christmas, Willard.
A sled? Oh, boy.
I wish I'd gotten this before we moved to Miami.
But I don't care.
This is great.
[SCRATCHING.]
MAN: Willard, you're scratching the pavement.
That was a good Christmas.
- Whoo-hoo! I'm going to Jamaica.
- What's that? Um [NO AUDIO.]
And they lived happily ever after.
Who did? Oh, Mr.
Kraft, did you go deaf again? You know, you had that glazed look on your face during my whole story, like you were in some reflective, revealing daydream.
It was the most powerful daydream of my life.
And you know what, Sabrina, I think I've figured out the secret to a happy Christmas.
- Really? What is it? - Low expectations.
As long as you look at Christmas as just one other day in the long, endless drudgery that is life, then you won't be disappointed when joy doesn't come.
Well, I'm glad I could cheer you up.
Merry Christmas.
Yeah.
Merry Christmas.
- Ugh! - Hilda, there doesn't seem to be any money missing.
Let's check the security camera just to be sure.
That Zelda woman was right.
It was wrong to take their money.
Oh, those little dears.
They put the money back.
You see, I knew if I just lectured them, it would do them some good.
Wait, do you see the lady who just came in the store? Is she shoplifting? No, no.
I think she's looking.
Oh, well.
Thank goodness for surveillance cameras.
Yeah.
They were on to us about the money, but they'll never miss a clock.
I love this time of year.
[DOORBELL RINGS.]
Come in.
Hey.
Merry Christmas Eve.
Oh, back at you.
Oh.
Here's your present.
Harvey, a diamond bracelet.
Actually, it's "I can't believe it's not diamonds.
" Twice as shiny, but at a fraction of the cost.
Well, I love it.
It will look great with my "almost onyx" necklace you gave me.
Tickets? Oh, passes to the Freddy Krueger marathon at the revival house.
- I won't sleep for a week.
Thanks.
- Heh-heh.
Speaking of nightmares, do you wanna try the Christmas cookies I made? You bet.
I coated my stomach before I came over.
Movie tickets? Then who did she give the extra ticket to? [DOORBELL RINGS, KNOCK ON DOOR.]
Oh, no.
Zelda Spellman, you foxy Santa Claus.
A trip to Jamaica.
I have never had such an incredible present.
Well, you know what a scamp I am.
Oh, excuse me, Zellie, don't we need to speak to Sabrina alone? Be right back.
HILDA: Sabrina.
Oh.
You gave Willard Kraft the extra ticket? - And credited it to me? - Mr.
Kraft is the bane of my existence, but for some reason, I feel he should have at least one happy Christmas.
I don't know what got into me.
- It's called the Christmas spirit.
- It's called insanity.
Ah.
I can hear again.
I didn't expect headphone-related hearing loss until my 40's.
Well, I guess we're Jamaica-bound.
Ugh.
What ever happened to the whole global-warming thing? SALEM: Cheer up.
I complained to the 89-Cents Store and they sent me a baker's dozen of doughnuts.
Thirteen crullers calling.
Oh, yeah.
- It's official.
All airports closed.
- Tsk.
Well, at least we all get to stay here and have a white Christmas.
That's the spirit.
And you know what, if we can't go to Jamaica, then [REGGAE BAND PLAYING "JOY TO THE WORLD".]
We'll bring Jamaica here.
Yeah, mon.
Wow.
This is way better than a fruitcake.
Harvey.
Even though 10,000 people are without electricity, I'm happy you're snowed in.
- I get to spend Christmas with you.
- Ha-ha.
Well, let's grab a refreshment, and groove to the reggae, mon.
Anybody wanna buy a pair of slightly-used Bermudas? I really see this, right? This is not another daydream? I'm sorry about the snow, Monkey.
I know how much you wanted to go to Jamaica.
I do not care.
I am not alone on Christmas.
Let's boogie.
It was a show.
Get over it.
There was no real Reuben Kincaid.
[GEESE HONKING.]
Powell.
Pressburger.
Oh, what a lovely gesture, but we actually have a lot of clocks.
Not as many as you think.
We stole this, but we're sorry.
Well, the important thing is, you righted a wrong.
And we heard you had jerk chicken.
I don't mean to pick on your elves, but aren't you mixing themes? What a great Christmas.
But it's strange how it started snowing.
Mother Nature said it was supposed to warm up.
Well Wait a minute, where's Hilda? - Aunt Hilda? - Yes, I admit it.
I'm selfish, but there was no way I was going to Jamaica with Willard Kraft.
[PLAYING "JOY TO THE WORLD".]
ALL: Happy holidays, everybody.