 I am again. This is Tim. And today I'm going to tell you how Mary Holiday, Archie Pogli, Sleepy Slim, and Jump Jump of Holiday House took me with them on a Christmas adventure in the Wishing Star. I heard of Jump Jump, a little elf only three inches tall, and Mary Holiday, who tells such wonderful stories and lives in Holiday House, had Holiday House every day as a holiday. I know. I didn't know that until the night I met Jump Jump in the woods, and he took me to Holiday House. Mary Holiday, who acts as Santa Claus's secretary, was getting awfully worried because Santa hadn't sent for her to come to helping with all the Christmas mail. Finally, she called up Santa. And you know what? There wasn't any answer. Then we all got worried, and Mary Holiday decided that we'd better go to the North Pole right away and find out what had happened to Santa Claus. Can you imagine Christmas without Santa Claus? I'll be back in a minute to tell you what we did. First, ready to leave Holiday House. Jump Jump was jumping around all over the place. He was so excited. Jump Jump, you'll soon see the ice and snow. You say Jingle Bells, Jump Jump? Jingle Bells. Jingle Bells, all right. Even if you didn't get the words just right. Oh, Jump Jump, where's your suitcase? Uh, uh, none of that fast talk, Jump Jump. You promised me that on this trip you'd speak slowly all the time so that everyone can understand you. Tell me, where's your suitcase? Mouse. Oh, Jump Jump, that's much too fast. You promised to speak slowly. You forgot. Now how did your suitcase get down the mouse? I loaned it. You loaned your suitcase? Yeah. You loaned it to whom? Mouse. Oh, yes, the city mouse. You did loan your suitcase to the city mouse, didn't you, Jump Jump? Why did he lend a suitcase to a mouse-marry holiday? Well, Tim, I told Jump Jump the story of the country mouse who visited his cousin, the city mouse, so he could see the city. Yes. Oh, so Jump Jump thought it would be nice for the city mouse to return the visit and go to see the country. And he did not have a suitcase. No, he didn't have a suitcase, so Jump Jump loaned him his. Well, I'll give you another suitcase from a piece of wood, Jump Jump. How's that? Hey, Jump Jump, come jump up and down on my head. Oh, oh, listen. Oh, that must be Archie Pogli the clown arriving in the wishing star. Yes, it is. Oh, out of the sky, just like a falling star. Oh, yes, it does look like a falling star, Tim. Oh, you know, I feel so much better now that we've decided to go and find out why Santa Claus didn't answer his telephone. Of course, I'm sure it can't be anything serious. I hope it isn't anything serious. Me too, Mary Holiday. Me too. I'm a jolly old clown, and I never do proud. I met little children there. It's Archie Pogli. I never do white. I haven't got time for a jolly old clown as you can see. A puddle of régime. Oh, ha, ha, ha, ha… Lo-hey, Lo-hey, body everit! Oh, Archie Pogli, what kind of talk is that? Lo-hey, body everit! Is that clown talk? And why are you coming in the door backwards, Archie Pogli? I'm coming in the door backwards because I'm saying hello backwards, Lo-hey. Oh… but why don't you say hello backwards and come in the door Our front words, wouldn't it be simpler? Oh, merry holidays. Simpler, yes, but very ordinary. Much too ordinary for an extra ordinary fellow like me. Well, well, well, is everybody ready to go? He said I was funny. Funny, me? I was never more serious in my life. The wishing star is ready to go. She's all tuned up. The gas tank is filled with fresh stardust. So why not jump in, jump, jump? Oh, no. No, not yet. Jump, jump, Nachy Pogli. Not yet. There's still a lot to be done. And has anyone seen the poet? I'm sure the poet wants to go, too. The poet loves riding in the wishing star. Oh, the poet? Oh, he's already aboard merry holiday. And he's sitting in the cabin, mooning over another poem, too. Oh, I do wish that he would quit writing his poems on the wall, though. Writing on the wall? That's not a good idea, is it? I should say not, no. It doesn't leave me any room to write down my jokes. What's he talking? I'm a jolly old clown. I never do frown. I make little children laugh with glee. I never do wine because I haven't got time. A jolly old clown, as you can see. I can tell you, we had a busy day. The merry holiday whisked around so fast, her apron things stood right out straight behind her. She packed a basket of things to eat on the way. Fried chicken, potato salad, and two apple pies. One for Nachy Pogli, the poet and I, and a penny pie. An apple pie baked on a penny or a jump jump. At last, we were ready. Merry holiday stood at the door, her finger on her forehead, thinking, now I think that's all. Let's see. Goldilocks is coming over to take care of the holidays and birthdays for us while we're away. We have our lunch basket, and our coats, and we have gifts for Santa and Mrs. Claus, and some moths for the reindeer, a new bell for Blitzen. I think that's everything. So come on, Tim, let's close the door. Where's jump jump merry holiday? Jump jump? He's not with you, Tim? Oh, well, maybe he's with Archie Pogli and the Wishing Star. Oh, Archie Pogli, is jump jump with you? No. You know, sometimes I wish jump jump would grow up, just a little. Well, let's go back in the house, Tim, and see where he's hiding. I don't think he'd hide at a time like this. Oh, whatever he is, we'll find him in a second. He jumps around so much, he gives himself away. Oh, jump jump? Where are you? Jump jump, we're ready to go. Hey, merry holiday. I heard him. It is talking fast again. Look under the carpet, Tim. Oh, and he's not in the teapot or the sugar bowl. Oh, dear, dear, jump jump. Jump jump, where are you? It sounds like he's up in the ceiling, merry holiday. Oh, Lucky, Lucky! Where, where? Oh, look at the window blind. It's rolled up so high, and there's a bump in the middle of the wiggle. Oh, yes. Oh, wow. Just a minute, jump jump. We'll let you out. All and roll the sheet. I'll pull it down. All right. And you hold your apron to catch him when he falls out, merry holiday. Yes, yes, all right. Oh, oh, there you are. You caught him, merry holiday. No, now jump jump, tell us slowly what happened, jump jump. How did you get rolled up in the window blind? You were swinging on the ring of the shade, the pole. You were teasing the cat with the shade pole, maybe, swinging in front of her nose. And she batted at you with her paws you swung by, maybe? Yeah. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Roll up in the blind again. So I, all right, Tim, my apron is spread wide, pull down the blind again. There, oh, jump jump, we're waiting for you. The wishing star is parked in front of our door. Hurry, jump up, jump out of Tim's pocket. And do be careful from now on. We were in the wishing star, and with our mighty swish, we took off on our way to the North Pole at last. We're flying over the zoo now, Tim. Oh, yes. Why, there's Sleepy Slim Lion on top of his game. Sleepy Slim? Sleepy Slim, so it is, and wide away. They're waving to us with his tail. Yes. He wants to go with us. Oh, Archie Pogli, Archie Pogli, there's Sleepy Slim on top of his cage. He wants to go with us, too. And sure enough, as we sweep all over the zoo, Sleepy Slim will come and grab the tail of the wishing star. He made it. He made it, Tim. He got a hold. There he is. Archie Pogli, can you help him in? Oh, yes, there. Now grab my hand, Sleepy Slim. He got it. Oh, dear, I hope that Sleepy Slim doesn't go to sleep hanging right in midair. Can you pull him over the side into the wishing star? Archie Pogli, you got it. Oh, yes, oh, yes. Is a famous man once said, yes. A logical friend. There you are. He'll into a wishing star playing hand over hand. But here you are, Sleepy Slim. Yes, here I am. Sixth star, my, you're quite an acrobat. Yeah, yeah, I'm quite an acrobat, all right. But I'd rather be a hell myself than a wishing star. Merry holiday, and Archie Pogli the clown, Sleepy Slim the lion, jump, jump a holiday house, and I. Be sure you meet me here again tomorrow and find out what happened when we reached the North Pole and couldn't find Santa Claus's house.