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Arthur:

[Using the flashlights on his Christmas slippers to read the letter from Gwen Hines after discovering that the missed present was the bike for her]
It just can't be. It can't. It just can't be. It can't. It j-j-j-just CAN'T BE! Grandsanta:
[Overhearing the commotion]
What's all this kadoodle, young man? Arthur:
Grandsanta. It-It's this little girl. She's been missed! Grandsanta:
Ha! So much for your brother's fancy-pants technology! Arthur:
And Steve and Dad racked their brains but they said it's impossible! Grandsanta:
Is it now? Missed a child. Dear, oh dear, sends shivers down me shins. Arthur:
In two hours, she is gonna wake up, tear downstairs, search under the tree, and... the look on her face... .But there's nothing there. She won't understand. She'll think she's the one kid in the whole world that Santa doesn't care about. She'll feel... so left out. [He straightens the picture on the wall and switches on the fairy lights] Arthur:
On Christmas night, he comes! Gwen can't not have a present from Santa! Grandsanta:
Do you know, Arthur, there is a way. Arthur:
It's impossible. Grandsanta:
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