[cheering]
Nice job lighting the star, son.
[thudding]
Don't hog the punch, dear.
Get your presents for everyone and put them under the pole.
And we're all expecting better gifts this year,
big brother. They better be awesome.
Oh, no. I forgot to get anyone anything.
There's gotta be gifts around here somewhere.
Huh!?
[grunting]
Half-chewed candle, gift!
Fully-chewed candle, gift!
Ooh, petrified underwear. Gift!
Gift, gift, gifty gift, gonna give a gift- Owww!
[barking]
What's that, boy? You say you stopped me
because I'm about to give my family garbage
for Christmas?
[barking]
You're right, Ouchie.
I gave everyone the same garbage last year.
You heard Squidina. This year has to be awesome.
Oh, if only I had more time.
Oh, yeah!
The time closet will give me enough time
to find perfect Christmas gifts for everybody.
[laughing, bells jingling]
[bells jingling]
First, I'll get Dad the latest shaver
from the future!
Boop, boop, boop, boop, beep, bop, bop.
Uh-huh, mm-hmm. Look alive, Pat-Tron.
We need a Christmas tree,
and this planet is crawling with them. Behold!
Huh?
Wild trees are very dangerous, Captain.
According to my calculations,
your only chance of cutting them down is
with one of these.
Put that baby toy away, Pat-Tron,
and watch in awe as I hogtie these prickly beasts
with my bare musclebound hands.
Whoa!
Greetings, future guy! Can you help me?
I'm looking for the latest electric shaver
to give my stubbly old Dad for Christmas.
Oh, give him this. Captain Quasar doesn't need it.
It'll shave anything. It's cutting edge technology.
Wow, thanks!
Mistletoe proximity alert.
Well, nice doing business with you too!
[screaming]
Pat-Tron, forget what I said. I need the laser!
Pass me the laser!
Baby wants his laser!
[screaming]
Dad's gift is in the bag!
Next on the list is GrandPat.
Hm, I wonder what old people like?
Who hungry? Me cook food with fire.
Me got wings and dino egg omelets,
all with a side order of fire!
So come on down to Caveman Jenkins Farms
or Sun God will destroy us all with fire!
♪ Come to Caveman Jenkins Farms Where our motto is... ♪
Fire!
I bet GrandPat would love some vintage food
from his old neighborhood.
Leedle, leedle, leedle, lee!
[mooing]
Mmm, lizardy.
I don't think anybody would mind if I took just one little egg.
[snoring]
[squawking]
[snoring]
Ah, perfect!
Now it'll be easy to grab an egg!
[clucking] Shhhh!
I guess it takes a smart cookie to fool a dumb animal.
Hmm?
[squawking]
I didn't mean you!
[squawking]
I spy mistletoe!
Yuck! Why does everyone keep kissing me?
Ow!