 Ah ah ah, don't turn that dial. This is the right station if you want to hear about Jonathan Thomas and his Christmas on the moon. Ding dong ding, the bells do ring. We're bringing you news of the latest thing that has happened up on the moon. And we hurried to bring it quicker than soon, for we knew you'd be worried, and that's why we hurried in from the icy snows to tell you some more how the story goes. Now, of course, you remember little Jonathan Thomas, who has lived six years and never once broke a promise. And you remember the squee-bobbles who broke all the laws and kidnapped poor old Santa Claus? And how Jonathan Thomas and the man in the moon, and well, of course, Gorgonzola the horse, set out real soon, and they had to because, well, they've just got to rescue old Santa Claus. Well, never you mind. They'll find him yet. Oh, but we mustn't forget that wicked old witch of Rumpelstich, and how in the nightmare forests so deep little Jonathan Thomas has fallen asleep. And he wasn't supposed to do that at all, and he wouldn't if he hadn't happened to fall right off the back of the horse. But now, of course, Whiskery Bill, he's a squirrel, he tried to see if there could possibly be a charm to break the spell which the wicked old witch had woven so well, and how he found out only goodness knows, but it turned out to be a red, red rose. So now, while Jonathan Thomas lies fast asleep, and all of his friends stand round and weep, while Whiskery Bill is way over the hill and going to the rainbow's end, for everyone knows that the brambly rose didn't have any color of red, so she told him to go through the ice and the snow for rainbow rubies, her colors to mend, and so there he goes as fast as the wind that blows. And now, before you can count up to ten, here's where the story begins again. Double trouble. See, Mrs. Witch, what happened to Whiskery Bill? You didn't hurt him, did you? That's not the... Because he's such a nice little squirrel. Are you correctly ordained eyes? If you know what's good for you, it's very plain to see that you're not very polite, but quite smart alecky, and what I think would be good for you is to be taken down a peg or two,kins and boys say. You can't do that, you know. You know that I'm the wall most glad of that, but don't you say the time has come for me to run, for that's my line from a very old rhyme. Of course you might say, has come the time, or perhaps time the has come, or some such other one. I suppose so. To be quite nice, you know, I've strived, so why should you leave when you've just arrived? Yes, my soul, and what do you know? Not very nice of you. Piss and toss, what's the rush? Why not stop for a cup of tea? Riddle, what is this riddle, and what are these things you say? Who is he, and odd bodkins? Who are these people that you call they? Smell a mice, or whatever she does is never very nice. She can then put them first. Word and by Joe, my flesh creep. Can you get one of those? Well, instead of going, why don't you send? Because a brownie bush can grow white roses, but she can't. I'm getting it through me. Right, oh, and of course you've got to keep your promise. Wait a minute, I've got a thought. What? If you go alone, you're apt to be caught. Who's going to catch me? Why, the jabberwocky, of course. Jabberwocky, a most vicious bird, who simply adores little squiddles, or at least so I've heard. Ah, for goodness sakes. So I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll just chuck it all and go with you. What? What? What? Before we get set, do you realize we've never met? You don't say. Why, now, that name's as tasty as an apple. And, ah, now, my name's the Elginon Q Whipple Snapple. Say that to you. You said it, whiskey. Of course we should. That's what I said. And by Joe, we'll show that witch a thing or two. In fact, we shan't come back until we do. Come on, whiskers. Let's get out of here. And here we go. We'll never stop by the pretty yacht till we reach the long river. Well, now, I guess we're beginning to get somewhere. What with Whiskery Bill and the walrus going together to find the red, red rose? And I'll bet they get it, too. Well, now they've just got to, haven't they? Or else how can they wake up Jonathan Thomas in time to rescue Santa Claus for Christmas? Well, we'll find out, won't we? Maybe in the next story of Jonathan Thomas and his Christmas on the moon. I'll be listening, won't you?