NB: This is a novelization of the movie, Bratz Babyz Save Christmas. The dialogue is taken verbatim from the film. Everything else is what I added in to make the story more interesting and explain some of the gaping plot holes. To read all of the parts in this novelization, click here.
The Bratz had no sooner left the toy shop window when they spotted Max again. He was on the phone, talking loudly. He had only just lost his pursuers and had gotten another phone call.
“It’s him!” Jade said, excitedly. “Who is he talking to?”
“Mrs. Claus, of course,” Yasmin said. In her mind she imagined the two having a long, loving conversation about how much they missed each other and questions about the reindeer and elves back at the North Pole.
“Hey, it’s not my fault I don’t have enough, let’s say, good elves,” Max said into the receiver. He was, of course, talking about Ralphie and Reggie, but the Bratz didn’t know that. “I’m telling you, I”m not gonna be able to delivery this Christmas.”
The girls gasped and looked at each other in desperation. “He can’t deliver the presents?” Yasmin asked.
“No Christmas?” All of the girls asked in union.
“We gotta talk,” Sasha said. She stepped out from behind the corner where the girls were standing and went to approach Max, but he was gone. “Santa, wait!” The tiny girls took off after him. They weren’t sure of which direction he had gone, but he certainly was slimmer and much faster moving than they had originally thought.
“Did you hear what he said?” Jade asked her friends as they raced down the walkway.
“Yeah,” Cloe confirmed. The girls stopped at a bench and turned to each other.
Yasmin finally said want none of them wanted to admit. “There’s not gonna be any Christmas,” she said.
The girls all started to cry. From Santa getting away, to their need for their afternoon nap, compounded with the upsetting run in with the orphan from Summer House, they couldn’t hold back their tears any longer. Hearing the cries of four tired toddlers, Gran knew her girls were ready to go home.
She followed the sound of the crying to see the tiny Bratz sitting and standing around the bench, looking heartbroken.
“Yasmin? Cloe?” She asked, never having seen the girls quite this upset before. She wondered if someone had mentioned their dead parents to them. “Oh, oh my dearies. I’m so sorry you didn’t get to talk to Santa.”
“We tried,” Cloe sobbed. “But we never got a chance.”
“And-and now, well, now we don’t need to!” Yasmin choked out. The girls stood in a circle, hugging and sobbing, clinging to each other for support. Gran looked at her children, sadly. She had no idea how to comfort them.
That night, the girls’ moods still hadn’t lifted. They ate their dinner, quietly, and didn’t even want to stay up to watch their favorite Christmas movie, Millennium Girls’ Christmas Shopping Adventures. In an attempt to recapture their Christmas spirit, Gran had them help her put up the stockings and put out a plate of milk and cookies.
But it was no use. The girls did as they were told, but their hearts weren’t in it. When they went up to bed, Gran was feeling just as sad as they were.
Gran kissed Cloe on her forehead and tucked her into bed. “Merry Christmas, dearies,” she told her adopted children.
“Christmas isn’t happening, Gran,” Sasha said, sadly. The little girl pulled her covers up and laid back against her pillows.
“Oh, I”m sorry things haven’t turned out the way you hoped,” she said, getting up and sitting on Sasha’s cot. “I remember every Christmas when I was a little girl. I wanted to see Santa too. I would sit right next to the fireplace, waiting for him to climb down the chimney.”
Yasmin looked up. “Did you see him?” She asked, curiously.
“I wanted to,” Gran told the little girl. “More than anything. But I never did. I always fell asleep before he got there. Still, I didn’t let it spoil my Christmas.” Gran leaned over and kissed Yasmin. “Good night, my dears,” she told her little ones.
Gran stood and walked to the bedroom door. “Oh, I hope you have sweet dreams full of gingerbread and candy canes and Santa climbing down the chimney,” she told them, before turning out the light and quietly closing the door.
Once she was gone, the Bratz Babyz sat up in bed. “Nobody’s climbing down the chimney tonight,” Jade said, solemnly.
“You’ll see,” Cloe said, yawning.
Outside of the Bratz’s room, Gran hadn’t gone downstairs like they thought that she had. Instead, she was listening in to their conversation. The older woman was so saddened by her children’s attitudes and abrupt lack of Christmas spirit that she suddenly got an idea.
Gran knew how to make up for all of their losses this Christmas. She went into the living room and looked around. She looked over at the fireplace, where there was a roaring fire blazing, despite the fact that it was over 70 degrees outside.
“No, someone will climb down that chimney tonight,” Gran told herself. The toddler’s caretaker went into her bedroom and rooted around in her husband’s old clothes. The man had been dead for 10 years, but his faithful wife couldn’t bring herself to throw out any of his clothing.
She pushed his suits and shirts aside and finally found what she was looking for. It was an old Santa suit that he had worn one year when he dressed up as Santa for a Christmas parade. Gran prized it from the closet and slipped into it. It didn’t exactly fit, but Gran stuck safety pins in the pants and tied the top extra tight around her sagging breasts.
Gran gathered up a sack of presents and headed outside. She exited the house and realized that it was only 6pm and still light outside. Looking around, there were still people walking their dogs, taking a late-night romantic stroll and families with older children were looking at the lights in the neighborhood.
Feeling a little foolish and overdressed, Gran stepped down the stairs and onto the stone pathway that lead to the street. Just then, a black Chihuahua that was being walked on a rhinestone-studded leash walked past and growled at Gran. Terrified of dogs, the older woman jumped back and quickly scrambled into the mechanical reindeer’s sleigh.
The dog’s owner, who had been distracted by a handsome man walking down the street, looked over at his dog. The animal barked and barked. He glanced up at what he thought was a mechanical Santa sitting in a sleigh, driven by a mechanical reindeer and rolled his eyes.
“It’s just a mechanical reindeer,” he told the determined dog. “Come on, Taco.”
After the man pulled his pet away from the front of Gran’s house, the older woman got up from the sleigh and walked around to the garage. She pulled out the large, silver ladder that hadn’t been touched since her husband had last cleaned out the garage and uneasily walked to the side of the house.
Gran was so excited about surprising the girls that she didn’t think that they might be asleep and completely miss out on her hard work. Also, that the chimney she was coming down still had a roaring fire in it. Gran wasn’t thinking about much as she determinedly held the ladder against the old Santa suit.
In the Bratz’s bedroom, none of the girls could sleep. Yasmin was sitting up on her cot, channel surfing on the small TV in their bedroom. Sasha was surfing the internet on Gran’s tablet that she had borrowed so long ago that the old woman had forgotten where it was. Cloe was painting her nails, ineptly. Sasha was sitting by herself, staring off into space.
A commercial for toothpaste gave way to the news and Yasmin looked up, only half-interested in whatever it had to say. “And in local news, the holiday spirit is everywhere this Christmas Eve,” John Johnson, the evening news anchor declared. Yasmin rolled her eyes. There was no Christmas spirit to be had at Gran’s house.
“Especially, at the North Pole,” he continued. “Right, Jan?”
“Right, John,” Jan Whitman picked up the story. She was standing outside of what looked to Yasmin to be the real North Pole. In actuality, it was shot at a North Pole theme park about an hour from where the Bratz lived. The place was badly in need of renovation and, being that it as only used once a year, had fallen into great disrepair.
The news anchor straighted her jacket and continued. “And that’s where we are tonight, the North Pole. Where Santa’s all set to deliver a very special present to some very deserving kids.”
Just then the news showed an elf popping out of the present. The elf, who was named Elf, after he legally changed it, was actually a sex offender who had been unregistered for years. His desire to be around children was so strong that he had gotten himself a yearly position as head elf in the theme park. So far he hadn’t had a slip up, but his patience was wearing thin.
“Hey, hey look!” Yasmin said, pointing at the news show. The Bratz looked up, but were still disinterested.
“The orphans of Summer House are going to get this season’s hottest toy, delivered by the big guy himself,” the reporter continued.
“Summer House!” Yasmin exclaimed. “That’s where that kid lives.”
“What kid?” Cloe asked, not wanting to ever hear the name of the orphanage that they had met in ever again.
“Zachery,” Yasmin pressed on. “The kid with no mom and dad.”
“Who says dreams can’t come true on Christmas?” Jan asked. The TV went to a shot of Elf driving the toy car around the park’s circular walkway. “And, John, the only question is, will Santa put this one in his sleigh or just hitch his reindeer to it and fly it to the kids of Summer House?”
Yasmin pressed the power button on the television and looked at the other girls as it shut off. “Poor Zachery,” she said. “This shouldn’t happen to those kids,” she told the others, sadly.
Yasmin, completely caught up in her concern for the children at Summer House, completely blanked her memory of the time that they had spent there and how the four girls had bound themselves together through their trials. Should anyone ask, Yasmin would instantly say that she had met her friends at pre-school. But the truth was, they had all arrived at Summer House the same day.
“Wait, who says it has to?” Sasha said, standing.
Yasmin furrowed her brow. “Santa, remember?” She asked her friend. “He said Christmas isn’t happening.”
“Yeah, but only because he didn’t have enough elves,” the little girl got up and started rifling through a bottom dresser drawer. The girls watched her in curiosity as Sasha pulled out a red and green Christmas hat and tried it on. “Well?” She asked her friends, doing a model turn. “Is it me?”
“An elf hat?” Jade asked, not wanting to point out to her friend that what she had on was not exactly cutting-edge fashion.
Sasha responded by retrieving the rest of the hats and tossing them to the other girls. Each one examined the hat in confusion. Yasmin was the first to catch on.
“Wait a minute,” she said, holding the hat up. “Us? Be elves?” She questioned.
“Why not?” Sasha asked. “Name one thing about Christmas we don’t know.”
That was an easy enough task. None of the Bratz had any ideas of the historic origins of the holiday or how religion played a part into it. But the children were too small to realize everything that they didn’t know. So instead, Jade though and responded after a pause.
“Um, okay, I am totally no good at doing that curly ribbon thingy on packages,” Jade admitted.
Sasha rolled her eyes. “Come on! We’ve been doing Christmas since we were two. We’re sure to get hired.”
“Hired?” Cloe asked, slipping into her hat. “Where?”
“The North Pole,” Sasha told her. “Where else?”
“Go to the North Pole? Can we do that?” Yasmin asked. They didn’t have anyone to drive them there. Gran had to license revoked after hitting a pizza delivery boy on a bike a few months earlier.
“We’ve got to,” Sasha said with determination. “For those kids!” She added, passionately. “Just because we can’t have Christmas doesn’t mean they can’t.”
Yasmin loved the idea more than Christmas itself. “Let’s do it,” she said.
The girls nodded to each other in agreement. Then they all put on their hats and looked at each other in excitement.
“People, feel the tinsel!” Sasha said, happily.
Wordlessly the girls stuffed their beds with extra pillows to make it look like they were asleep. They had been using their imaginary pets to do the job, but once they realized that they couldn’t keep hallucinating the animals, the pets had stopped coming to visit them. Thankfully, the girls found that the pillows worked just as well.
When they were done, the Bratz stepped back to survey their work. “Perfect,” Yasmin announced. “Just in case Gran checks up on us.”
The girls headed out of the bedroom and closed the door quietly behind themselves. “Think we ought to check on Gran?” Jade asked.
“Good idea, Kool Kat!” Sasha said.
The small child led the girls into Gran’s bedroom and peered in. They could see a Gran-shaped lump in the dim light and no one wanted to venture further in to see if she was actually asleep. “Awww, all tuckered out,” Jade said, affectionately.
Meanwhile, Gran was outside hauling the ladder and a sack of presents along with her. The older woman reached the garage and decided to take a rest. But when she set her ladder down she accidentally placed it on her foot and tripped over the sack of presents.
The clumsy parent looked up in confusion as to how she got on the ground. She picked up the ladder and the sack and decided to keep moving. Just as the front door was out of her line of sight, her four adopted daughters burst through it. The girls didn’t see Gran either.
“Okay,” Cloe started. “So what’s the fastest way we can get to the North Pole?”
“Reindeer!” Sasha announced. “What else?”
The girls looked over at Gran’s holiday display and ran over to it. Yasmin didn’t want to say that it seemed doubtful that the display would continue to function properly for the next day, let alone get them all the way to the North Pole.
“The way Gran supercharged the battery, this thing ought to run halfway to next Halloween,” Sasha said, proudly. None of the other girls questioned her or even pointed out that that didn’t make any sense. They were all so excited to be going on this adventure that small things like possibly getting stuck in the middle of the road on a mechanical sleigh didn’t faze them.
Sasha flipped the switch on the sleigh and the machine powered up. The little girl was right about the battery being overcharged. The sleigh vibrated off the track and headed straight for the girls. They ran out of the way.
“Come on!” Yasmin shouted to her friends, trying to encourage one of them to take control of the charging sleigh.
On the other side of the house, Gran was trying to set up the ladder but found that the side of the house that she was trying to set it up on had a gutter that dropped off at the slightest touch and crashed to the ground.
“I have to get that thing fixed,” Gran muttered to herself. Sometimes she wished that she would have adopted four strapping, teenage boys that could have done maintenance around her place and fixed up her house. All in exchange for a mother’s love and care.
Back at the front of the house, the Bratz were still trying to get control over the renegade sleigh. Yasmin crouched, waiting for the machine to come around. Then she jumped onto it and managed to get behind the driver’s seat. Yasmin grabbed the controls and tried to steer the device.
When she rode past the others she shouted, “Jump!” Her friends grabbed on as best they could, forming a chain of toddlers, until they all managed to tuck themselves into the sleigh and get comfortable.
Once everyone was settled, Yasmin drove the sleigh off of the property, onto the main road. The girls cheered as they rode down Maple Street. On the other side of the house, Gran was still struggling with the ladder.
She managed to get it positioned to the part of the roof where she wanted to climb up. Gran even extended it all the way and it reached up perfectly to the third story of the house. But when she went to rest and accidentally leaned against the ladder, Gran sent the steel frame into a slide down the side of the house.
The older woman struggled with it, cursing in her mind the entire way. It wobbled and dipped until finally her strength gave out and it fell over. “Oh my,” Gran said, instead of voicing the ferocious swear words that came to her mind.
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