This must be where they keep the lions!

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]