Santa: I don't care if you're the great paper bag.
T. Bag: Blast and curse and blast again. Even my monstrous magic is no match against a goodie-goodie like that. I've got to knobble him before the night is out, but how?
T. Bag: That's cooked your goose, hasn't it? You vile spreader of joy, you.
[laughs]
T. Shirt: Aw no, I'm too late. You've been knobbled!