At the Risk Management office of Poggio Toys, an intruder sets off the alarm hacking a computer. The intruder takes a briefcase out of the desk and slips out past the guards. Later, the intruder, Eldon Marris, meets with Sophie and Nate and explains that their newest product is the result of years of research. Eldon shows them Chubby Snubby, a stuffed dog, and explains that he was the executive in charge of overseeing its safety report. When it came back with a level 3 choking hazard, the CEO of Poggio, Trent Hazlit, told him to cook the books. Eldon refused and Trent fired him. Hazlit thinks a few deaths are acceptable and is waiting to release the toy from warehouses for the Christmas season in time for the Pacific Toy expo...Read the full recap
Sophie: Well, where'd Hazlit come from?
Alec: One guess.
Parker: Santa's Workshop.
Alec: No. And that's two guesses, stop playing.
Eliot: You spent $100,000 on a motorcycle.
Alec: Don't hate the gift. Hate the elf.
Eliot: I do hate the elf.
Eliot: You realize without that safety study, we've got nothing.
Eliot: So why'd you promise him that?
Nate: Because we are not gonna let that toy get released. We're gonna steal Christmas.
Zachary: God. You get me. When I win my first Oscar, I'm gonna name it after you, Miss Devereaux. I'm going to thank everybody and then I'm going to say, "This is not an Oscar, it's a Devereaux."
Sophie: Okay, Zachary.
Nate: Okay, Hardison, so you get on that lecture thing. Eliot, you get on the mommies.
Alec: And he doesn't mean that literally.
Eliot: That joke is never funny.
Alec: It's always funny.
Eliot: It's not, Hardison. Comedy is about timing and you don't have it.
Nate: Uh, yeah, what do you think parents are most afraid of?
Parker: Evil clowns?
Nate: No, Parker.
Parker: Crazy clowns named GeeGee that whisper your name from under your bed?
Trent Hazlit: This is about Trent Hazlit.
Pantani: Oh, right, right. So, go out there and give them a big old bag of Trent.
Trent Hazlit: Shut up.
Eliot: Promise me those things will never hit store shelves.
Parker: Nah, I'm keeping them all to myself. I've got them lined up in my warehouse like an army of joy and rage.
Alec: You don't ever want to be in that warehouse alone.
Sophie: I think we should give each other some trust for Christmas.
Parker: What, like that willow exercise and you fall back and someone catches you?
Sophie: No, not like that.
Parker: Good. Because I did that once, and I dropped the person. And they had to get stitches.
Alec: Still hurts.
Parker: I know.
Nate: When I was a kid, I wanted a trumpet one Christmas. My--my father played Sinatra all the time, and Sinatra had this trumpet played named Sweets Edison--Harry Sweets Edison. Great sound, amazing. I wanted to sound just like him, you know? Christmas rolled around, and, um, there was no trumpet, just a pack of baseball cards. My father said that Santa must've had a rough year at the tracks. Anyway, a couple of days later, I wake up in my bed and at the foot of my bed is... is a trumpet. It's all tarnished and dinged up, my dad probably rolled somebody for it, but... but there it is. I played that trumpet every day for ten years. I never--I never ended up sounding like Sweets Edison, but... So I gave it to--I gave it to Sam on his eighth birthday. And that was--his, um, first trumpet lesson was scheduled for the day, as it turns out, that he went into the hospital. And I, so he... I don't have anything left from my childhood, but I did keep the trumpet. I keep it on the boat.