 outstanding theatre of thrills, the master of mystery and adventure, William and Robeson. There are many kinds of suspense, but the happiest suspense is the kind we share at this time of year with our children. The suspense which has its day no more next Wednesday morning, the suspense of what Santa Claus is bringing for Christmas. For the little girl in the upcoming story, however, there is no such suspense. All she wants for Christmas is a dog and a dog she is certainly not going to get. To play this unhappy little girl, we have invited a most talented little girl to make her first appearance on radio. Already a star TV and motion pictures, seven-year-old Evelyn Rudy now adds another medium to the domain of her talents. Listen, listen then as Evelyn Rudy stars in Dog Star. The only thing I want for Christmas is a dog. Even if it isn't exactly the kind Mike was, that's all I want. Please. Sorry. Well, if she weren't such a tomboy, it'd be different. But can you imagine getting Julie a dollhouse or a painting set or a party dress? I'm sorry, Anne and Julie, no dog. Then you shop for her. I'm tired of roaming around like a zombie in every store in town. You find her present. If I can't have a dog again, I just don't care what I get. Now listen, both of you, I like dogs just as much as you do. I loved Mike too, but Julie loves them too much. She hasn't eaten a decent meal since Mike got killed. And it's not going to happen again. We're not going to put her happiness at the mercy of another brainless pup in every idiot's beater in town. It wasn't Mike's fault. It was my fault. I should have kept him in the yard. It was my fault, but honest, I'd never, never, never let my pup out again if I could just have one. Julie. Honey, suppose I got you a bike, a big bike, a 26, OK? But Daddy, I don't want a bike. I want a dog. Julie, come back here. It's getting dark. Let her go, Ray. I said you could play with Timmy. Let her go. Hey, Julie, what happened? Are you going to get a dog for Christmas? No. Hey, Julie, I got an idea. See, I asked my dad for a dog, and we moved Mike's doghouse over to my yard, and we can both play with him. How about that? Thanks, Timmy, but no, it just isn't the same. No, I guess not. Hey, Julie, I got my flashlight with me. You know what? What? Let's go up to Palmer Canyon and see if any ducks have flown on to the pond this evening. I don't feel like it, Timmy. Oh, come on. We might even see a goose. It's fine. I'm going to wait all the way down here from the north. Oh, it's something called instinct. Fallen, I bet. Professor Goodwin at the observatory. Oh, yes, Professor. Lieutenant, for the past half hour, we've been tracking one of their later satellites. It landed about three minutes ago. We have a fix. You sure? Positive. You better get some men up there quick. Sergeant, get three cars up to Palmer Canyon. Emergency, I'll call the off section for guard duty and call it cheap on the highway patrol. Call the mayor to tell him a satellite landed in Palmer Canyon. Yes, we better start back home. I didn't hide him, like you said. We'll put Mike's old doghouse in your yard and take care of him there. Maybe when he's well, daddy will let me keep him. OK, come on. Look, Professor Goodwin says to. OK, Professor, I guess that covers it. Yeah, I sure be glad when the Air Force gets here. Just think where this thing has been. Yeah, it looks like a metal beach ball with portholes. Hey, what's this Professor an oxygen mask for a midget? Well, there was something in here. That dog, I bet. And this got knocked off its head. And it chewed its way out of its harness. Here, look, here we got to find it. Blood on the ground, Professor, it won't go far. We have got to find it, Lieutenant. We've got to find it. Ladies, it is. Imagine that satellite practically landing in our backyard. What an age. Well, I've got to get down to the office. I'll be back early to help with the tree. Goodbye, Julie. Bye, daddy. Now, would you please take care of that thing for Julie? We will talk. Just look at him. I got him a blanket, like you said. How is he? He's asleep. Here comes your mother, Jimmy, to me. Here, put it in your pocket. Hello, Mrs. Roberts. Oh, Jimmy, what do you do up to? Nothing. Oh, here is the word on the satellite, which returned to Earth last night in Palmer, guess that there was a dog and he's similar to Leica, the ill-fated first space. And where is its name on its collar? Back to this name? Julie, I was listening. I'm sorry, Mummy. The same dog. It sounds like it is. It does not. We'll call him Mike. Look, he's opening his eyes. Give me the meat. Mike. No, I have a one the radio said. No, I forget. No, you don't you never forget anything. Return it now. The satellite really shook up this town. Cups all over the place looking for the pooch. Dad, if we found him, if our country found him, would we have to send him back? I'm just a small town lawyer, honey. There are big shots straining their brains on that one. We'd have to stick to international law, of course. It's Timmy. I'll go. Now, don't be long. I won't. Hi, Timmy. How is he? Well, I just looked at him, Julie. I think he's awful sick. Come on, then. Have you got the flashlight? Yeah. Here it is. To be all right, he's got to be. Give me the blanket, Timmy. Come on, Mike. Come on, nice little dog. Hand me that police circular. Here you are, Doc. We'll just put him on the operating table. Then I want you to take its blood pressure while I get a sample of blood. And I'll see you. Just call the Air Force base and ask them to send a flight surgeon down here. Yes, sir. Just tell them to hurry. I'm putting him away. I'm sorry, Julie. He's paralyzed, Julie. He couldn't run and play or do anything you'd want him to, even if they let you keep him. But I take care of him anyway, Doctor. I bring him his food. You wait in the hall, and I'll ask the police to take you home. Oh, Mike. Yes, ma'am. No kidding. Yeah, well, thank you, ma'am. Hey, Scoop, you want to get that AP job in New York as your chance. That pooch just turned up at the Park's Dog and Cat Hospital. Holy cow. I want embassy. I don't care what time they tell you it's in Washington. Tell them he's about Chitka. C-H-I-T-K-H. Tell them you's collect. Central Intelligence. Now look, this is Peter's in Oakdale. You give me the chief? Merry Christmas, chief. The dog turned up. Yeah, some kid had it. That's right, little girl. Name of Julie Roberts, 354 Parkdale Terrace Oakdale. Yeah, I'm sober. A little girl. You may need it to outrun the reporters. It's just wonderful. But it isn't a dog. No. Well, your mother and I were talking. And I think, yes, give me a drink. Yes? Yeah, yeah, yeah, this is her father. Oh, sir, I can't believe a crate. No, sir, not yet. Yes, sir, we'll be expecting it. Oh, thank you, sir, and a very merry Christmas to you. Ray, what's wrong? You're white as a sheet. And I, give me that drink. Air Force car doing outside? Look, they're bringing a box up the wall. When this room's a mess. Yes, uh, a major? A merry Christmas, sir. Is this where Julie Roberts lives? Oh, yeah, yeah, yes. Did the White House call, sir? Hey, yes? OK, open it up, Sergeant. For you, Julie, if your folks don't mind, they don't. Major, won't you sit down? No, ma'am, I have a little girl to get back to myself. Merry Christmas, folks. Ray, who was that on the phone? And when I tell you, you'll never believe me. You'll never believe me. Our by Michael Frost. Supporting Evelyn Rudy and Dog Star were Shirley Mitchell, Dick Beale, Shep Minkin, Jack Crucian, Sam Pierce, Ben Wright, Lou Krugman, and Norm Alden.