 Uh-uh-uh. Don't turn that dial. This is the right station if you want to hear the story of Jonathan Thomas and his Christmas on the moon. Now, of course, you remember about Jonathan Thomas of how he went to the moon and made a promise. But in case you don't know what it's quite all about, so you won't have even the tiniest doubt, Jonathan Thomas and the man in the moon are searching for old Santa, and they must find him soon for the wicked squibubblems who broke all the laws kidnapped poor old Santa Claus. And there can't be a Christmas at all this year without him, and you know the time draws near. Well now, of course, you remember the wicked old witch who lives in the land of Rumpelstich? Why, you'd think she was double. She's caused so much trouble to put to the test their very good friend, the good fairy queen, who's helped him no end. And the three little dwarfs who taught them to say the magical word of on-screen, on-screen, giggle-y-vey, which helped them a lot as far as they've got. Remember the queen gave them a charm to take, a magical acorn to keep them awake as they went through the nightmare forest so deep? And she said, remember, you can't go to sleep? And then they passed a dragon whose fiery breath nearly sent all of them right to their death. And then when they reached the forest so dark, a little white squirrel, kind of just for a lark, named Whiskerry Bill, why, he drove them quite mad, for he teased them and teased them. And that's always bad, till Jonathan Thomas fell off the horse. And he fell even further than that, of course, for without the magical acorn to keep away. And naturally, he felt very sound asleep, and nothing except a bright red rose could wake him up. And my goodness knows there wasn't a red rose anywhere to be had. And so Whiskerry Bill, he felt pretty bad, till the rose bush told that on the long rainbow, he'd find some red rubies, and with them, she could grow a red, red rose. And so he hurried and hurried, and was very much worried until he met a walrus, who said he'd go along and show him the way, so he wouldn't go wrong. Well, they got the rubies with a great deal of trouble. As a matter of fact, their troubles were double, and the rose bush so kind, said that she didn't mind if she worked after hours to grow beautiful flowers, and she grew them a rose, and kept her promise. And now we can wake up little Jonathan Thomas, that is, I hope, because on the way back, the ice on the river they were crossing went crack, and you'll have to admit it's a horrible sin, but Whiskerry Bill and the walrus fell in. And, oh, but then here's where the story begins again. Keep afloat some hour, other, and I'll rescue you before you smell that. Rightly pink this water is wet, but never you mind, or I'll save you yet. Here now, you ain't dead, but you will be if you don't climb up on my head. If you go and have a care on top of me head, it's drier. Well, of course now, swimming is what all walruses are for. Come on now, we'll strike out for the shore, and we'll get there fast without an itch. This was the doings of that wicked old witch, but never you mind, it won't take long, and we could pause the time if we sang a song. Swimming over the river wide, where as wet as wet can be, but as dry as dry in song. Swimming, this is the way it goes, so man the pumps, yeah. Sit me down and pull. And when it's that time, you shouldn't shirk. Oh, for goodness sake, don't push me so. I'm hurrying so fast as I can go, but I can tell there's not even a sign of his breath. My gracious to goodness and Jimmy Crickets, he's as quiet and still as death. What's up there, I quit. What a biz. Chief, I guess I must have been asleep. For more of that. To keep me from falling asleep. But now you'll want to go to sleep again. You said what I've got to say. You're bad as an old coffee nerve. So what, you'll wish you had got you in your horrible sneer. You keep quiet, you walrussy one. I'll wish you had, before I'm done. Now listen to me, you foolish three. If you go ahead, your arms will be black, if you don't turn back. They're not going to. Who's talking to you? It's the sweet boblem land. Old pickle face. And go on back to your own own place. For it's truer than true. You're nothing but a nothing. You just get the stuffing knocked right out of you. I'm not afraid of your threat. And I'll see how I keep my promise. I'll get you, and you, and yes, even you. And you too, little Jonathan Thomas. Yes, and you too, little Jonathan Thomas. Oh my goodness. Why doesn't that old witch mind her own business? And leave poor little Jonathan Thomas alone. What in the world do you think she'll do? I wish I knew, don't you? But we'll find out, I guess, in the next story of Jonathan Thomas and his Christmas on the moon. So don't forget to listen, will you? My goodness, I won't.