They'll be waiting for us, sir. We were on the news. All their technology against my...

Bryony: [Arthur, Grandsanta, and Bryony have come down from the atmosphere and are gliding towards England] They'll be waiting for us, sir. We were on the news.
Grandsanta: All their technology against my Evie.
Arthur: Oh, come on. Let's do it with worry!
Grandsanta: Santa mustn't be seen, eh, lad? Let's give them something to shoot at.
[Grandsanta reaches out and presses a bright red button and the sleigh transforms into a flying saucer look-alike]
Grandsanta: [the people at the military base gasp in awe, the sleigh has transformed into a flying saucer and has an alien symbol on it] Take us to your leader. Ha-ha-ha!