Deck the lawn with tons of snowmen, fa-la-la-la-la,la-la-la-la!
Hey! Get those inflatable abominations off my lawn!
Waah! But you have the perfect yard for a winter wonderland!
I also have a pilot that can't tell the difference between Christmas lights and landing lights.
(The camera zooms in on Donald, Donald trys to remove the decorating. Scrooge closes the door and goes inside, following a crash.)
Tinsel! Holly! Novelty Ornaments! Pure Christmas magic.
I have some notes on your ornament distribution.
(Scrooge grumbles pushing past)
Dear Santa. Look, I can explain! What...hey!
Christmas Eve dinner will be served promptly at 8:15, followed by the annual screening of Christmas on Bear Mountain at 9:08, and I've reset the cryptid traps. Don't want another pesky sugar plum fairy infestation this year.
(Steps on a mouse Trap) Yow! Bah, Crass commercialism, empty sentiment and all the trappings of the holiday!
(Cut to the Moon with the wreckage of the Spear of Selene and Della's inside a pod, looking at her copy of the picture of herself, Donald and Scrooge with the three eggs.)
Merry Christmas, you guys. See you soon.
(Della nearly drops a tear but stops , reapplies her goggles and continues working with a blowtorch on a mysterious object.)