We have a waker, sir!

Grandsanta:

[At the tractor dealership in Idaho, Arthur is trying to remove a golden reindeer from the 'Leaping Deer Autos' sign]
Bash it with a brick, Arthur! Go on! Arthur:
[Struggling to remove the reindeer on top of the roof]
It just won't... Bryony:
I may just be a wrapping operative, sir, but this contravenes seventeen specific mission regulations! Grandsanta:
I'm in charge here, not Billy the Bureaucrat! Arthur:
[Almost removing the reindeer]
It's stuck! Grandsanta:
[to Bryony]
Elf! Wrap your head! Grandsanta:
[to Arthur]
Come on, lad, you're as much use as a cheese chopstick! Arthur:
Got it! Oh NO! [Gasps as he realises that the sign is only one side of a reindeer] Grandsanta:
Oh my big old Betty, it'll have to do. Pass it down! Bryony:
[whimpering]
Permission to breathe! I have about nine seconds left before I black out! Grandsanta:
One breath. Bryony:
[Seeing the lights in the tractor dealership owner's house switch on]
Sir! Grandsanta:
[to Bryony]
I said one! [to Arthur] Grandsanta:
Hurry up, Arthur! Arthur:
But don't we need a whole one to balance the sleigh? Grandsanta:
Oh, it won't balance the sleigh! If anything it'll slow us down. Arthur:
So why are we taking it? Grandsanta:
It's for Gwen! Eight beautiful reindeer! That's what she's dreaming of! The jingly bells, the sleigh on the roof. That's what the kids want, not some spaceship! Grandsanta:
[to Bryony]
What now? Bryony:
[She whimpers through the wrapping and opens it]
We have a waker, sir!