Incoming.
- Oh, my god. - I've got an idea.
I don't have time to arm the man missiles!
I'll handle it.
What are you gonna do?
I'ma wish this guy a Merry Christmas
and a zappy New Year!
[booming]
Got 'em.
[banging]
Way to slay, Volt.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!
Ho, ho, ho, ho! Too hot, too hot!
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! Too hot!
[groaning]
Is that, uh...
[whimpering]
It's Santa!
Oh, boy. [zapping]
[groaning]
[coughing]
Hey, big fella. You feeling alright?
Where am I?
Uh, you are in the Man's Nest.
Oh. Who am I?
You are Santa Claus!
What's a Santa Claus?
Oh, boy.
Santa Claus doesn't know who he is.
He must have hit his head when he fell
because Chapa insisted on blowing him out of the sky.
Ack! Stop it!
So, where is he?
Yeah, is he running around Swellview on Christmas Eve
not knowing who he is?
No. Chapa and I stashed him
behind that door with a bunch of our corn.
- What corn? - Who cares?
What's important is that Schwoz figures out
a way to science Santa's memory back.
Until then, the big man is safe and sound behind this door.
Huh.
Could be worse.
See, now, why would you say that?
Standing five foot six,
straight out of San Bernardi-nasty.
Ladies love him, men also love him,
It's K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-Krampus!
Hey, I was right! It's worse.
Where's my brother, uglies?
Sick burn, Krampus! That's gonna sting.
I hate him.
Oh, what's the problem, Hoobastanks?
Never seen a Christmas hating
desert demon look this hot before?
I also hate him.
Me too. Get out of here, Krampus!
Why don't you go back to San Bernardino where you belong.
Oh, I'll go back to the nine-oh-nine.
But not before I destroyed my brother, and Christmas, forever.
Oh, yeah, I can smell his Santa stench all over this place.
Nobody's saying anything.
- He left! - Seriously?
Ha-ha! Sweet!
Looks like you after school specials
did half my work for me. Bump it, oral dude!
[yelling]
[whirring]
K-K-K-K-Krampus!
Welcome to K-K-K-K-K-K-Klub Krampus, dude.
Excited to get my Kramp on!
What are you doorknobs lookin' at?
- No! - What did you do to him?
I got a brother to find, a sack to snatch,
and a beloved holiday to ruin.
[scatting] Krampus, out!
[whooshing]
If we don't find Santa Claus for Krampus does,
there won't be a Christmas for us,
or anyone else in the world!
Then let's go get ‘em so Schwoz can fix his brain.
[grunting] Copy that.
Christmas is the worst!
Best holiday? T-T-T-Taco Tuesday! Am I right?
Nerds!
I'll work on the sleigh and keep an eye on him.
I got a scorching case of Krampus.
Symptoms include finger tats!
And sick guitar riffs!
[riffing]
Please hurry!
Down the tube.
Ya know, it's a little chilly for smoothies, but you do you.
We're not here for smoothies!
I keep getting alerts that someone saw Santa
going into Hip Hop Purée.
Well, if he's here, he should be easy to spot.
[music playing]
Stop, stop, stop it's a Santa party.
Can't come in unless you're dressed like Santy Claus.
Lucky for you kids
I set some costumes aside from drop-ins.
[groaning]
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Dude, I know you're not a member of Klub Krampus,
but rule number sleven is:
"You don't gotta fix a sleigh, if you slay all day." Hoo-ah!
Ugh! A least fix your breath!
It smells like fish and caffeine.
- Here. - A candy cane?
No way.
[tinkling]
♪
Hey, what was it you wanted me to hand you earlier?
Oh, that wrench on the ground.
Here you go.
[whooshing]
It's beautiful!
But, all I did was toss you a wrench.
That's the magic of Christmas, baby.
♪
Hello! We're looking for Santa Claus!
[cheering]
We mean the
[cheering]
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Ray said that the real Santa lost his memory.
That means if these guys say they're the real Santa Claus-
They can't be the real Santa Claus.
OK, well then, where
Oh, put your hands up! Oh, put your hands up!
[babbling]
Oh, put your hands up!
Woo!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
No requests!
Are you the real Santa Claus?
What's a "Santa Claus"?
This is our guy.
You're coming with us!
- Huh? What? Hey, stop! - C'mon!
[booming]
[horn trumpeting]
[roaring]
Uh, who are you and are you single?
Alright, side salads, time to hand over my brother.
- No! - Look, you're not
gonna be the first kid I slapped out of my way-
I said, no!
Ah! Huh?
Sorry, Santas!
Get him out of here!
Not without you!
[rumbling]
Santa.
I got him.
I found a jet ski in Santa's bag of presents.
It's for me!
I gotta go get my sister.
[rumbling]
Where's my sister?
[screaming]
- Where's Santa? - Santa's safe. Where's Krampus?
I don't know, but if we're here
and Krampus is not-
Santa and his magic bag are back at the Man's Nest!
[rumbling]
Krampus!
'Sup, dummies? Say goodbye to all things Santa.
You'll never get away with this!
- He will, he will. - Don't, just don't.
[booming]
Told ya.
If we can figure out where Krampus took Santa,
maybe miles can teleport you all there,
and you can still defeat Krampus and save Christmas.
Yeah, but how are we supposed to know where he took him?
Guys...
we know exactly where he is.
He's in the nine-oh-nine.
San Bernardino.
[gasping]
[rumbling]
Alright, kids. You untie Santa I'll fight this clown.
[screaming]
Or you fight Krampus, I'll untie Santa.
Alright, Santa, come here for a second. Hey, stop it!
[booming]
- That's it! - No.
And while you're here,
please don't enjoy our selection of seat belts.
I think it's time we end this quick.
Oh, no, no, no, no. Not too fast, boys.
I got a new girlfriend.
Her name is C-Dude.
She a jet ski that I just got for Christmas.
You got a jet ski for Christmas?
- Yes? - Ugh!
I was once supposed to get a jet ski for Christmas.
My dad said I was naughty.
He never gave me that jet ski.
Merry Christmas, Krampus.
[jingling]
[twinkling]
Well, I guess that just about fixes everything.
I still don't know who I am.
Brainstorm, you think you can lift that thing?
I can try.
Ah, it's so dang foggy out tonight.
How you guys ever gonna see where you're goin'?
- We need more light! - On it!
[zapping]
[whirring]
And Danger Force rode into the night,
saving Christmas for the rest the world,
and un-Krampifying all the good little boys and girls.
The end.
[sighing]
Now, that's a good Christmas story.