[clicks his BB gun and kicks the office door with his foot, ready to murder Santa for not getting the dirt bike from him (who was actually Krusty in the costume); serious] No disrespect, fat man, but you'd better poop out a dirt bike.
[busy] Close the door, boy. I can't afford to heat the whole North Pole!
[Bart looks around the office; the air was being pushed out of the steam radiator, the walls were torn a little, and the water from the ceiling was leaking]
[walks over to Krusty’s desk] Listen here, Kringle. I may have been naughty this year. But by today’s standards, naughty’s nothing. I didn’t get anybody pregnant. I didn’t Facebook a kid to death. Make with my dirt bike!
Kid, this company’s bust! For years, I’ve been giving out free toys and getting cookies in return. It’s not a sustainable business model.
Oh, come on, man. Things aren’t that bad.
They’re pretty bad. [scooping up and eating a red-nosed reindeer snout] I’m eating my own reindeer here!
[rolls his eyes, groans] You win.
[chuckles] That's a good boy. [rubs Bart's head and gives him a candy cane] You go home now, and maybe there'll be a nice pair of work socks under your tree.
You don't have to do that. I have socks. I'll give you socks!
Thanks, kid. Now you better head home. I'm sure in the 25 years of Earth time you've been gone, your parents must've gotten worried. [Bart leaves the office and closes the door] Kids never change. Always dumb as potatoes.
