 Don't turn that dial. This is the right station if you want to hear about Jonathan Thomas and his Christmas on the moon. On Christmas Day, when you find your toys, I wonder if any of you girls and boys will stop to think about Jonathan Thomas, the brave little boy who kept his promise. If it wasn't for him, the world would be sad on Christmas Day, instead of so glad, because you see, poor old Santa Claus was stolen away. And all because the wicked sweet boblems hate Christmas cheer and decided there wouldn't be any this year. But Jonathan Thomas and the man on the moon said, we'll find Santa and bring him home soon. And it's plain to be seen that unless they do, there'll be no more toys for you than for you. So they jumped upon Gorgonzola the horse, who said he would try to keep the right course, and away they went through the desert of sand on the dangerous road to squee-bobblem land. They passed through a country of giants and gnomes, and the nightmare forests were the wild windmones past the dragon's cave and the home of the toad, and they never once got off of the road. But they've had such a time with a wicked old witch who rules or a land called Rumpelstich. She's brewed much magic to bring them to harm, but the good, very queen, she gave them a charm. She's their very great friend, and she's helped no end. And the little elf king, he gave them a key to a door and a wall, and quick as could be, they found themselves standing in looking-glass land before good Queen Alice and her courtier's grand. Well, Queen Alice said, I'll help you out, too, and this is exactly what I will do. I'll give you a whistle that will make you grow either up or down as you wish to go. Then the wicked old witch, she laughed with glee, and she said, I'll change myself into a tree, and I'll plant myself in a lonely glade. They'll forget who they are when they come to my shade, but Kermit, the hermit, he warned the three, so they stayed far away from the witch's tree. But soon they came to the pea soup bog, where it was cold and dark, and the ground like a bog, and they crept along like three little snails, till out came a dragon with thirteen tails. They must have gone too close to his den, but here's where the story begins again. All right, Jonathan Thomas, run like mad, or the dragon will catch you and you'll wish you had. Queen, I'm so tired. Then I'll carry you instead, and there's a house just ahead, and if we can hurry, we won't have to worry, but if we don't, we'll all be dead. Maybe the dragon got tired and quit chasing it. Oh yes, you do, but I'm still after you, running as fast as I can run, but I wish it goes well. It would please me so, but I've run so fast I'm nearly done. No more, Jonathan Thomas, let's hurry like everything till we reach that house, and then the dragon can't get us. It can't last if you run so fast. I'm nearly out of breath. I'm not so fast as I used to was, and getting old, that's why because I'm running myself to death. Hurry up, Jonathan Thomas, knock on that door, hurry quick. If you don't write quick, it'll be too late. Come on in, Jonathan Thomas. Goodness gracious, a sakes of life, just in the nick of time. Why, Si, now, what's all this about, all this emmering and pounding? Why, it's putting me out. We are very sorry we had to rush in on you this way, and whatever your name is. If it's my name you want to know, I'll be glad to oblige you so. It starts with a D, and ends with a Y. I-N-T in the middle, and I'll tell you why. The name's Dinty, don't you know? Dinty, we are very pleased to meet you, Mr. Dinty. Yes, we're very pleased to meet you, Mr. Dinty. Well now, if you don't mind, would you be so kind as to explain yourself to me? Why, you pound on the door and strike me what's more, you've upset me but a T. We're very sorry, Mr. Dinty, if you pleased what a terrible dragon was chasing it, and he said he was going to gobble us out. Yeah, and at the moment, we didn't feel in the mood of being gobbled down like a ham sandwich on whole wheat toast. Well, strike me pink now, what do you think? So that old dragon was after you. Then I'd know when to blime, and I'm glad you're kind. It's the proper thing to do. Do you suppose a dragon will wait outside for us to come out so he can gobble us up? I'll open the window, and then we'll know if that dragon is lurking about. He'll probably sit in the dither and fit, and then you'll start into path. I've never heard of a dragon that pouts. Well, he does, I'll say, and if he can't have his way. Now, up with the window we go. Is he out there still? Aye, Si, Mr. Dragon, make yourself seen. Are you there, old chappy, old boy, old bean? Is he still there? And here I'll see till they come out to it forever and a day. Oh, come now, old dragon, old tough-eyed Si. There's no need to wait, Si. Go away and come again some other day. Hey, that's no way to be. I'm hungry. The answer is no. Si, go on. Go, go, go. Well, boy, my aunt, I'm clever, that. Gracious thanks to goodness. Whatever. And a squee bubble, and we've got a hurry faster than fast. That's what I'd like to know, is that old waiting for us? Yes, but we have to wait for Santa Claus. Well, boy, Joe, now, if that's the fact, I do declare we'll have to act. Aye, Si, I thought of a thing to do. I've got some plum pudding that I'll give to you. Plum pudding? But what good will that do? To give to the dragon for goodness' sake. And when he eats it, he'll have a tummy ache. It's a gracious, wiffle waffle. That's a wonderful idea. Yes, that's a wonderful idea. If it only works. It'll work, I'm sure. And there's no known cure for it's made by my wife. And it's more than my life to eat it. Here, here, take the old pan and go as quickly as you can. And when the dragon stops you, well, I suppose I needn't tell you what to do. Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Dinty. We are very much obliged. You are not as obliged as I. That's the truth and ne'er real I. It'll be the end of my life if, Miss Sweet Little Wife says, Dinty, eat up the plum pudding. Oh, I see. Oh, I see. Well, we are glad to help you out. And now we'd better go. And we'll fix that dragon till his tails will stop wagging. Yes, sure. Come on, Jonathan Thomas. Goodbye, Mr. Dinty. Goodbye. Goodbye. Come back again sometime. We will. Now then, I wonder where that dragon is. I wonder where I am. Everyone knows that your appetite grows. If first you eat some plum pudding. Please, Mr. Dragon. I've always been sorry when somebody got the tummy ache, but I am certainly not sorry that that old dragon got the tummy ache, because if he hadn't, what in the world would have happened to Jonathan Thomas and the man in the moon? But say, I wonder what'll happen next. Don't forget to listen to the next story of Jonathan Thomas and his Christmas on the moon, will ya? I won't.