 Don't turn that dial. This is the right station if you want to hear about Jonathan Thomas and his Christmas on the moon Poor old Santa is in such a flurry for right in the midst of the Christmas hurry the bad squeak boblems who hate Christmas joy Decided he couldn't distribute his toys. So they stole him away in a dark stormy night Oh goodness knows he put up a good fight and they took him away to squee bobble land for they tied him so tight He can't move a hand Now what kind of a Christmas do you think there can be without any toys to hang on the tree? But in spite of the fact that we're feeling so sad We're putting our faith in a wee little lad who with the man on the moon and a talking horse named Gorgonzola Are now on their course to squee bobble land to find Santa Claus and punish those people for breaking the laws But the way is dangerous and very long They have to be careful so they don't go wrong for the road leads through a forest so deep They'll never wake up if they go to sleep and through a country where giants and gnomes and brownies and goblins make their homes Oh, it's lots of trouble But Jonathan Thomas is not the boy will break a promise But the worst of it is there's a wicked old witch who rules or a land called Rumpelstich She spends every day and most of the night thinking of things to fill them with fright But I'm pretty sure they won't come to harm for the good fairy queen gave them a charm Little elf king. He gave them a key which opened the door and quickest could be they found themselves standing in looking glass land Before Queen Alice and her courtiers grand Queen Alice said I know magic, too Here is a whistle and I promise you if you blow it once you'll grow quite tall If you blow it twice, you'll soon grow small the old witch heard and she laughed with glee She said I'll turn myself into a tree. I'll plant myself in the lonely glade They'll have to pass right through my shade, but Kermit the hermit warned the three. He said that's a witch It's not a tree so they went their way to the pea soup fog and soon they were lost in the terrible bog They couldn't go fast. They were slow as snails Then they saw a dragon with 13 tails who chased them until they were out of breath Even the dragon was tired to death But dinty the keeper who heard the uproar invited them in and shut the door He said I'll give you a piece of plum cake just feed the dragon and his stomach will ache now sit right still and have no fear What happened next we soon will hear This is the court the king's creed evil of the land the squee bubble and all of its people Let there be quiet and no disorder For the court of the king is now in order. Well, what is the business of the day? Is there anyone here with taxes to pay there is one who has come your majesty? Who states she has great news well do tell her highness the Duchess of Rumpelstich of Magic spells and the bruise speak a witch of Rumpelstich What word have you heard that you bring to me if you listen oh king you're very soon see Well then speak and don't take a week What is it you have to say from a very busy man as busy as I can and I Haven't much time to play on the road which leads to this very fair land There are three travelers and very close at hand well Garden Zola the horse and Jonathan Thomas and mr. Man in the moon And you best take care lest you're caught on a wire or they'll be here very soon Why should travelers ever come here and if they did what have I to fear? You're not as wise as a king should be and for this service you should richly reward me What is this talk of travelers three? It doesn't make sense at all to me I'm telling you all this news Because they're coming to rescue Santa Claus. Oh Is that so? What do you know they better have a care? I'll change their tune. I'll stop them soon. It's amazing to me that they dare Sound the alarm call out the guard have soldiers around the palace courtyard Capture the fools as soon as they're near for I say there shall be no Christmas this year I'll post a reward of ten pounds five or whoever captures them dead or alive Oh mighty king You're wise even most anything and though they've broken through my spell They'll now learn a lesson and learn it well and now I try I'll keep my promise There'll be an end to Jonathan Thomas Swim down to swim down D. How very much this pleases me Well, I must confess I'm very vexed and I wonder what's going to happen next for Jonathan Thomas and the man in the moon Will arrive and squee bobble land and I think very soon and I'm as worried as worried as I can be But maybe you better go look and see if there's anything wrong as they travel along So in half a lamb shake we'll quickly take a look at the travelers three This is the way we go so the winds do go and all it may snow. This is the way we go So could be hot till we reach we bubble in But we're brave and brave and Santa will save we bubble in Why you girl racist the goodness Jonathan Thomas? We are almost there But we'll have to take a care. We don't get ourselves caught or by fiddle sticks We'll be in a fix or the squee bubbles are a terrible lot We get to the land of squee bubble mr. Man in the moon How will we rescue Santa cause if you please? It's a very good question that you ask I'll have to admit it'll be quite a task But we'll have to plan as best we can Do you think they got Santa Claus in jail? Of course they have I haven't a doubt It's as hard to get in as it is to get out Look Jonathan Thomas There are the walls of squee bubble land the end of our journey is close at hand He's got big walls around the city of squee bubble Wonder how we'll get through Well, yeah, I've been wondering the same thing too For good Now I don't know they're drums, but why are they pounding so? Well gracious sakes and heavenly day what a very silly thing to say You needn't worry or have any fear, but they don't know that we're even here I don't want to get caught by the wicked squee bubble. Of course you don't and neither do I say Those drums are getting louder. Oh me. Oh my Oh, they're getting louder than two times, too Maybe we better hide someplace so we find out what they are That's a very good thought and I think we ought we'd better go this way and Gracious to goodness and gee him any crickets Run for your life Jonathan Thomas. The squee bubble is becoming I'm do you see oh magic mirror on the wall My goodness, I was afraid of that For that wicked old witch usually gets her way But now what will we do for christmas day? It makes me so mad I could almost shout for how in the world will old santa get out And poor Jonathan thomas and the man in the moon they'd better escape and very soon But when they're put in jail and locked up so how can they do it? I'd like to know Oh my goodness. It's such a worry. I I wish I knew the rest of the story. Don't you? Well, we'll find out what's going to happen in the next story of jonathan thomas and his christmas on the moon So don't forget to listen will you I want