*on train, rushing away from station with Father, Mother, Mrs Moppet Senior and Herb on top*
Mrs Moppet Senior: Children are my speciality. *snaps a pair of rubber gloves on*
Father: Then where are we going?
Mrs Moppet Senior: You'll see. *a low hellicopter swoops past and Mrs Moppet Senior leaps from the train and catches hold* I'll get the house decorated while you are away.
Father: Great...*train rushes into a tunnel* When I wished for snow at Christmas, I didn't mean no-christmas...Nicky, we should get inside this train. Herb...stick around.