Grandsanta:
[Arthur, Grandsanta & Bryony have just left Idaho with the fake reindeer attached to the sleigh, they are halfway across the Atlantic Ocean]
Christmas 1923, I had a heart attack at the reigns. Left ventricle popped out my mouth, pushed it back down and carried on.
Arthur:
[looks over the ledge of the sleigh and sees nothing but water all around]
Big isn't it? The Atlantic! Do you think we should stop and ask someone?
Grandsanta:
Fishy nibbles, come on, we are nearly there!
[points to a slow moving streak of light]
Grandsanta:
You see, I take the north star, there, a fixed point, and I plot my bearings...
Bryony:
That's a plane, Sir!
Grandsanta:
It's a Co-ordination, Elf, I'll have you harpooned!
Arthur:
[looks down and sees something that looks like an island disappearing under rising sea levels]
I thought it would be chillier here in England?
Grandsanta:
Globular Warming.
[Sees land ahead and starts heading for it]
Grandsanta:
Hah! There it is! Told you!
Arthur:
[They land in Tanzania, Africa]
Wow! England?
[a huge beetle crawls over Arthur]
Arthur:
Yyaaarrggh!
Grandsanta:
Maybe we pullled to the right a bit since we're a reindeer short. France! Bonjour! Ou est la Boulangerie?
Arthur:
[Hears an Elephant]
They have elephants in France?
Grandsanta:
The odd stray, they breed in the drains. Come this way, everyone!
[They look around and realize they landed up in some animal sanctuary]
Grandsanta:
Paris zoo?
Bryony:
[Lions get agitated and start roaring]
This must be where they keep the lions!
[Lions and other animals start marching towards everyone]
