It just can't be, It can't be, just can't be, it j-j-j-just CAN'T BE! What is all this...

Arthur: [Using the flashlights on his Christmas slippers to read the letter from Gwen after discovering that the missed present was the bike for Gwen Hines] It just can't be, It can't be, just can't be, it j-j-j-just CAN'T BE! Grandsanta: [Overhearing the commotion] What is all this fuss about, Young man? Arthur: Grandsanta, It is this little girl, She has been missed! Grandsanta: Ha-Ha! So much for your brother's fancy-pants technology! Arthur: Back there, Steven's dad but that's impossible! Grandsanta: Is it now? Missed a child? Dear, Oh Dear, it sends shivers up and down my shin Arthur: In two hours, she is going to wake up, tear downstairs, search under the tree and... The look on her face! When she finds that there is nothing there, she won't understand! She will think that she is the only one kid in the whole world that Santa does not care about! She will feel so left out! [Fixes the picture in his room and switches on the fairy lights in his room] Arthur: On Christmas night, HE COMES! Gwen cannot fail to have a present from Santa! Grandsanta: Do you know Arthur? There IS a way! Arthur: It's impossible! Grandsanta: They used to say that it was impossible to teach women to read! Follow me!

I secured the gift. Gift secured! Just can't be. The system is foolproof. It has to be an error, sir. "Error"? I spotted the ribbon glinting in the shadows. I am actually trained in wrapping. And I said to myself, "Bryony, the wrapping looks okay. Thank goodness. But that present should not be lying in the... " Thank you, soldier. Has someone got the wrong present? That's awful. Whose is it? No one gets the wrong present. 47785 BXK. "Gift undelivered"? They got nothing? Mm-mm? A child's been missed! Not necessarily. A child's been missed! Wanna wake up the North Pole? Good idea. A child's been missed! Arthur! Everything all right? There's been a glitch. "A glitch"? We've missed a child! Really? Dear, oh, dear. That's awful. How did you let it happen, Steven? How did I...? I thought it was your mission. No. This is your department. What'll we do? We must, um... We must, uh... What must we do, Steven? There's nothing to do. The mission was a success. We can't leave a child out of Christmas. Sunrise at destination is 7:39 a. m. There's no way to get there in time. Except, of course, for the S-1. The S-1. Right-o. No! The S-1 has just traveled 7 million miles. We could damage it. Oh, dear. Um... And risk the lives of the elves. Oh, my. No. I'll go, sir! Bryony Shelfley, Wrapping Division. Grade 3, sir. Who asked you? I wasn't called up for field duty. I served out my mission in Gift Wrap Support. I wrapped 264,000 presents in three days, sir. If you want that bike delivered in a perfect state of enwrapment, then I'm your elf. No one is going. It's impossible. But this child... It's a margin of error of 0.00000001514834 percent, I mean, hello? Where's the champagne? My department has delivered the most outstanding Christmas ever. Oh, uh... Ha, ha. Well done, us. But there's a child without a present. Arthur, Christmas is not a time for emotion. We will get 47785BXK a present within the window of Christmas.