 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. It was a cold winter's night, I shall never forget. Santa Claus came in and his feet were quite wet. He sat down by the fire and said, I'll get warm. Never before have I seen such a storm. Just then, at the door, they came a loud knock. When I opened it up, I got such a shock. The Wicked's Rebobliums came out of the night and kidnapped Santa Claus, but they had a good fight. They said, we will see there's no toys this year. We hate all this nonsense about Christmas cheer. Well, Jonathan Thomas and the man on the moon have promised they'll find him and bring him back soon. Well, Jonathan Thomas is just a wee lad. He's doing his best. And what trouble he's had. But with the man on the moon and Gorgonzola the horse, there isn't a doubt that they'll find him, of course. They're now on the way to Squiboblium land. It's a dangerous road. And I understand there's dwarfs and goblins and all such things, and nightmare forests and fairy rings. But the worst of it is, there's a wicked old witch who rules or a land called Rumpelstich. She brews bad magic. Although she may scheme, she's dreadfully afraid of the fairy queen. For the good fairy queen knows a charm or two. Whenever there's trouble, she knows what to do. And not long ago, the travelers three met the little elf king, who gave them a key. Now, what do you think? It opened the door into looking-glass land, and what is more, they met Alice, the queen, who asked them to dine. She'd said they'd find Santa in plenty of time, or she said, I will help. Then to Jonathan Thomas, she gave a whistle, and with it a promise, if he blew it once, right before their eyes, he'd grow to be of enormous size. If he blew it twice, while yet he was tall, then right away, he'd grow quite small. And sure enough, when he tried it out, she was right about it. There wasn't a doubt. So they thanked her kindly, and hurried on to Scraboblium land for the way as long. But the wicked old witch, she said with glee, by the side of the road, I'll be a tree. And the moment they pass within my shade, they'll forget who and where they are, I'm afraid. But now, if you're ready, suppose we see what happened next to the travelers three. How would your horses there now, stranger? Because you're walking into danger. Oh, my goodness. My goodness gracious sakes to goodness. Who said that? That's what I'd like to know. Who said that? Yes, that's what I'd like to know. Who said that? If you'd look to see, you'd see it was me. I'm standing very near. Well sakes alive, please look alive. This is me, right here. Oh, look, Mr. Man in the moon. She's a little man. Well of all the insults I've ever heared, just never mind my long white beard. I guess I should have saved my breath and let you go right to your death. Well, Jiminy Cricket, who are you? Yes, who are you? Well, Dad Bunnet, I'm Kermit the Hermit. Oh, how do you do, Mr. Hermit? Hermit the Kermit, but Kermit the Hermit. Why don't you get it right? Oh, I'm very sorry, if you please, sir. I didn't mean to get it wrong. What did you say about saving us from our death, Mr. Hermit? I've lived in these here woods for a mighty good long time, and I know every tree as well as well can be, and by Cricket, they know me. Well? Well, sir, yesterday there was a brand new tree that wasn't there before, and land of Goshen, it's just my notion that I'd better find out some more. Find out what if you please, sir? Well, sir, as I said, I know every tree, but that third tree didn't look right to me. So I started to watch, kind of, spying and such, and what I saw gave me a stitch. That third tree moved around without making a sound. I'm telling you, that third tree is a witch. Did you say a witch? Yep, that's what I said. And if it weren't for me, you'd all be dead. Oh, gracious, thanks to Gordonette. If in the shade of that third tree you laid, well, sir, I guess in the shade of that third tree you'd have stayed. On account of that third shade is a spell which I can tell very well which that third wicked old witch has made. Well, we're very grateful to you, Mr. Hermit, the Kermit. The dead burn it. It isn't Hermit, the Kermit. There's Kermit, the Hermit. Oh, for goodness sakes to goodness. We are sorry other than sorry. I humbly... For gracious sakes to flubbered edge, I'm sorry. You're a very nice hermit, if you please, sir, he told us about that tree. I'll tell you a secret, if when you'll swear to keep it, and it might do you a bit of good. If you use it in time with the line of rhyme, you'll see if that third tree is made out in wood. What is the secret, if you please? If when you'll listen real well, I'll start to tell a very good way to break up the spell. If when a tree is really a tree, it's very easy to see, and I know some magic that'll make things that might tragic. If when a tree isn't a tree, so here's what you do when I tell it to you. Just say the lines and make sure it rhymes, and then just watch and see what happens to that there old tree. What is a rhyme, if you please, Mr. Hermit? One, two, three. You're not a tree, but a wicked old witch who's as bad as bad can be. What happens to the tree then, if you please? Well, sir, don't ask me just watch and see, because what is to be, well, is to be. Now go right ahead and speak the rhyme that I said, but be sure you don't get in the shade, and I reckon when you're done, the tree will start to run, and the witch will be a might sorry for the game she's played. Yes, sir, Mr. Hermit, I'll say the rhyme right this minute. Yep, well, speak right up, Jonathan Thomas, and say it good and loud. Yes, sir, Mr. Man and the Moon as loud as ever I can. Here I go. Willikas, for gracious sakes to goodness, look what's happening to the tree. It's changing into the whip. Hey, hey, what did I say? Curses on you for your tricks, you put me in a terrible fix. You'd better hurry up and go away from here, or we'll throw a lion growl at you. For gracious sakes, someday that old witch is going to make me so mad she'll wish she hadn't. She ought to see Mr. Man and the Moon. I should say so. But now it's time to go. But before we go, we want to say to you, Mr. Hermit the Kermit, dead Kermit the Hermit, not Hermit the Kermit, that Bunnet. Oh, yes, to be sure, but what I wanted to do was to say that... Well, sir, I do declare that's very fair. Yes, sir, and if we can ever help you, just let us know. And now, come on, Jonathan Thomas. We've got to go. Goodbye, Mr. Hermit. Yes, sir, goodbye. Delicious to goodness. Oh, look, Mr. Man and the Moon. They disappeared in a great big puff of smoke. My sakes, I wonder what it takes to do such magic as that. It's probably vanishing cream. That's what it is, vanishing cream. Well, come on, Jonathan Thomas. It's growing late and we'll have to hurry. Hey, Jonathan Thomas. Yes. It's one mile away. And we'll have to go through it to reach the land of Squee Bubble. I don't like onions so much better. You'll have to learn to like it, Jonathan Thomas, because here we go. Mr. Gracious, out of the frying pan into the fire, poor Jonathan Thomas and the Man and the Moon are having such a dreadful time trying to rescue poor old Santa Claus. And wouldn't it be dreadful if they got gobbled up by the dragon when they're almost to the land of Squee Bubble? But whether they did or not, I don't know. We'll just have to wait until the next story of Jonathan Thomas to find out. So don't forget to listen, will you? I won.