little boy?
Better hygiene?
All right, come on, let's have a drink, uh,
for everybody, okay.
Come on.
Got ID?
Come on.
He's obviously old enough.
All right.
You think I'm gonna lose my license for this guy?
Don't bust the clown's balls.
This is normal to you?
Sorry about this, Clowny.
There, see?
He's got it.
Maurice Jackson?
Eddie, you're killing me.
Can we just celebrate?
Come on.
Fuck it.
It's Christmas.
SANTA: All right,
To my new friend, huh?
To Maurice Jackson!
-Maurice Jackson. -Cheers!
(SANTA GRUNTS)
(SPIT SPRAYS)
(GRUNTS)
(SMOKEY LAUGHING)
What the fuck is the matter with you?
What's your problem, pal?
Guy buys you a drink and you spit it back
in his fucking face?
Hey, man.
That's-- that's wrong.
Now look, you see, you-- you were just rude,
and you shouldn't have been rude.
Let's go, Clowny.
Get up.
No, I'm not ki--
(CLOWNY URINATING)
SMOKEY: Oh, shit.
What the...
What the fuck are you doing?
He peed on him!
Fucking told you!
Are you fucking kidding me?
I'm gonna fucking kill you, you sick fuck!
(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
I'll fucking kill him!
(GRUNTING)
Help me!
Clowny!
(SOBBING)
SANTA: What the hell is that?
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
Oh god, oh god.
Hey, Gabs.
You think he'll like this?
GABBIE: Hmm.
Not sure.
I don't think Jonathan is really into black anymore.
Jonathan doesn't wear black?
Mr. Death Metal?
I don't think he listens to that anymore either.
BUS DRIVER: You ok hun?
(HONKS)
It's a Terrifier Christmas
Let the horror fill your heart
Do you hear footsteps, that's not Santa
It's a jolly clown named Art
He is a Miles County legend
With a smile that brings on chill
On a journey to outdo himself