 Why weren't you at elf practice? Shot out of a cannon, the chef Ramsey equivalent of an elf smashes through the door. He needs to have some words with their lead tenor who is MIA. Good grief. Charlie Brown called. He wants his catchphrase back. The female deers start making doe eyes with the boys, but they're immediately buck blocked by Comet. All right, all right, Yelings, all right now. He's the flying coach. I know this because he has a dumb hat on and a whistle. And I know he's another adult because he's about one second away from bombing an orphanage. Every adult in this is unhinged.