Don't go up there waiting for the
This could be the room of any small boy, but it just happens to belong to a boy named Christopher
Robin.
Like most small boys, Christopher Robin has toy animals to play with, and they all live
together in a wonderful world of make-believe.
But his best friend is a bear called Winnie the Pooh, or Pooh for short.
Now Pooh had some very unusual adventures, and they all happened right here in the Hundred
Acre Wood.
Deep in the Hundred Acre Wood, where Christopher Robin lives, you'll find the enchanted neighborhood
of Christopher's childhood days.
A donkey named Eeyore is his friend, and Kanga and Little Roo.
There's Rabbit and Piglet, and there's Owl, but most of all Winnie the Pooh.
Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh, cubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff.
He's Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh, willy-dilly silly old bear.
Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh, cubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff.
He's Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh, willy-dilly silly old bear.
Now on this sunny morning, Pooh, who was a bear of very little brain, tried very hard
to think of something.
And while he was thinking, all of a sudden...
Hello, Pooh.
I'm Tigger, T-I-double-guh-er.
That spells Tigger.
Yeah, I know.
You've bounced me before.
I did?
Oh, yeah.
I recognize you.
You're the one that's stuffed with fluff.
Yeah, and you're sitting on it.
Yeah, and it's comfy, too.
Well, I gotta go now.
I got a lot of bouncing to do.
T-T-F-N.
Ta-ta for now.
Well, there goes Tigger, always bouncing in on his friends when they least expect him.
Oh, hello, Piglet.
I'm Tigger.
Oh, Tigger, you scared me.
Oh, shucks.
That was just one of my little bounces.
It was?
Oh, thank you, Tigger.
Oh, yeah.
I'm saving my best bounce for old long ears.
Ta-ta.
Hum-ta-dum-dum, hum-ta-dum-dum, hum-ta-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum.
There, there, that should do it.
Oh, no.
Stop.
Hello, rabbit.
I'm Tigger.
D-I-double-g...
Oh, please, please, don't spell it.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.
Just, just look at my beautiful garden.
Yuck, messy, isn't it?
Messy, messy.
It's ruined.
It's ruined, Tigger.
Oh, why don't you ever stop bouncing?
Why?
That's what Tiggers do best.
The wonderful thing about Tiggers is Tiggers are wonderful things.
Their tops are made out of the river.
Their bottoms are made out of the springs.
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, plouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun.
But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers is I'm the only one.
I'm the only one.
Order.
Order, please.
Now, I say, Tigger's getting so bouncy nowadays,
it is time we taught him a lesson.
No matter how much we like him, you can't deny he just bounces too much.
Excuse me, Rabbit, but perhaps if we could think of a way of unbouncing Tigger,
it would be a very good idea, huh?
Exactly.
Just what I feel.
What do you feel, food?
Oh, I'm so hot.
Haven't you been listening to what Rabbit's been saying?
I listened, but then I had a small piece of fluff in my ear.
Could you say it again, please, Rabbit?
Well, where should I start from?
From the moment the fluff got in my ear.
When was that?
I don't know.
I couldn't hear properly.
Pool, we were just trying to think of a way to get the bounce out of Tigger.
Oh, I've got a splendid idea.
Now, listen, we'll take Tigger for a long explorer, see?
Someplace where he's never been.
And we lose him there.
Lose him?
Oh, we'll find him again next morning and mark my words,
he'll be a humble Tigger, a small and sad Tigger.
And, oh, Rabbit, am I glad to see you, Tigger.
And it'll take the bounces out of him, that's why.
Now, all in favor say aye.
Aye.
Pool.
Pool.
Oh, here.
Good, just good.
Motion carried.
So it was agreed that they would start the next morning,
which instantly turned out cold and misty.
Tigger, as usual, had a little something along to sustain himself.
Now, as Tigger kept bouncing farther and farther into the mist,
Rabbit thought it was a good time to lose Tigger.
Now's our chance.
Quick, in here, hide.
Tigger's lost now, isn't he, Rabbit?
He's all right, Tigger.
Oh, goody, this is lots of fun, Pool.
My splendid idea worked.
Now, now home we go.
Good, yum, yum, it's time for lunch.
Hello.
Oh, my goodness, hide.
Ooh.
That's funny.
He must be lost.
Hello.
Hello.
Hello.
Hello.
Hey, you blokes, where are you?
Shush, I am shushed.
Hey, where in the heck are you guys?
Hello.
Rabbit, Piglet, where are you?
Hello.
Hooray, hooray, we've done it.
Now, come on, hurry, let's head for home.
Well, Rabbit was certain that everything was going according to plan,
and so it seemed to be.
Sometime later, on the bottom of page 123.
It's a funny thing, Al, everything looks the same in the mist.
He's right, Piglet, it's the very same sand pit.
I think so too, Pool.
Well, it's lucky I know the forest so well, or we might get lost.
Well, come on, follow me.
Now, Pool was getting tired of seeing the same sand pit,
and he suspected it of following them about,
because whichever direction they started in,
they always seemed to end up at it.
Uh, Rabbit?
Yes?
Say, Rabbit, how would it be if as soon as we're out of sight of this old pit,
we just try to find it again?
Oh, it's a good idea.
Well, you see, we keep looking for home, but we keep finding this pit,
so I just thought that if we look for this pit, we might find home.
I don't see much sense in that.
If I walked away from this pit, and then walked back to it,
of course I should find it.
I'll prove it to you. Wait here.
So, Pool and Piglet waited in the mist for Rabbit,
and they waited and waited and waited,
and all the while, Pool's thoughts kept returning to his honeypots at home.
What was that, Pool?
My tummy rumbled.
Now then, come on, let's go home.
But, Pool, do you know the way?
No, Piglet, but there are 12 pots of honey in my cupboard,
and they have been calling to my tummy.
They have?
Yes, Piglet.
I couldn't hear them before because Rabbit would talk.
I think I know where they're calling from, so come on, we'll just follow my tummy.
Well, they walked off together, and for a long time, Piglet said nothing,
so as not to interrupt Pool's honeypots.
And sure enough, as the mist got thinner, and just when Piglet began to know where he was...
Hey, hello there, you two blokes. Where have you been?
We've been trying to find our way back home.
Pool, I don't think Rabbit's splinted idea worked.
Hey, where is old Long-Ears, anyway?
He must still be missing in the mist.
Well, leave it to me. I'll bounce him out of there.
TTFN, ta-ta for now.
Meanwhile, Rabbit was still wandering around in the mist.
By now, he was lost and bewildered.
And to make matters worse, his mind was beginning to play tricks on him.
What's that?
Pool?
Piglet!
Hello, Rabbit. Tigger! But you're supposed to be lost.
Oh, Tigger's never get lost, funny boy.
Never get lost.
Of course not.
Oh, no.
Come on, Rabbit.
I'm going to get you.
I'm going to get you.
I'm going to get you.
I'm going to get you.
I'm going to get you.
I'm going to get you.
Come on, Rabbit, come on, let's go home.
So they started back and Rabbit was now a humiliated rabbit, a lost and found rabbit.
Oh, why, oh, why do these things happen to me, Rabbit?
We'll continue after these messages.
This holiday, you're invited on a very special date.
A date with romance.
I wouldn't fall in love with you.
A date with excitement.
A date with adventure.
A date with magic.
This holiday, make a date to see the one movie you don't want to miss.
Michael Knight, a manual Bayard.
Date with an Angel, rated PG.
Starts Friday at theaters everywhere.
There are those that say these young people have no future.
Is there any hope or are they all truly incorrigible?
What are you in for, son?
Talking.
Talking? Future con man.
And you?
Passing notes.
Potential inside traitor.
And what's your crime?
Eating.
Eating?
Say those wouldn't be nacho cheese flavored Doritos brand tortilla chips, would they?
Yes, sir.
The ones with the irresistibly tangy cheese crunch?
Yes, sir.
A future president of the United States, Mr. President.
Nacho cheese flavored Doritos brand tortilla chips, would they?
Yes, sir.
A future president.
Nacho cheese Doritos.
They taste as good as they crunch.
Your daddy's sailing home today from so far away.
You know you've got your daddy's face.
His smile.
But all your dad's been gone a while.
It's gonna be a time of joy.
Darling, eat your baby boy.
You shared your joy.
We had tried to cheer.
We have passed your love.
With the softest Kleenex tissue ever.
Kleenexes bless you.
Plus, Learner of the Month, Mabel Crisp.
I want to go to schools and to tell kids how important it is to learn to read and write.
But if you can't read, then you can't take public transportation.
You might miss your stop because you can't read the street signs.
Which ten years ago I could not read at all.
And I don't mind telling the experience that I had over the years.
Because they were bad experiences.
But now I'm having good ones.
It's never too late to learn to read.
We now return to the Disney Sunday Movie.
And now we come to the next chapter in which the first snowfall had covered the Hundred Acre Wood.
And in which Tigger learns that even bouncing can be overdone.
On this day, Roo was waiting for Tigger to take him out to play.
Mabel, when is Tigger going to get here?
Be patient, dear. He'll be.
Well, here I am.
Did I surprise you, Roo?
You sure did. I like surprises.
Hello, Mrs. Kanga, ma'am.
Why, hello, Tigger dear.
She called me dear.
Roo, are you ready for some bouncing?
Yeah, you and me are good bouncers.
Just a moment, dear.
Hold still. Goodness, you're bouncy today.
That's what Roo's to the bestest.
Now keep your scarf on.
Not so tight, Mama.
Is your sweater warm enough?
Yes, Mother.
Well, come on, Roo, let's go.
Tigger, have Roo home in time for his nap.
And be careful.
Don't worry, Mrs. Kanga.
I'll take care of the little nipper.
Ah, what a perfect day.
Peace and quiet.
And thank goodness, no Tigger.
Hey, look, look, look.
If it isn't the wrong ears.
Can Tigger's ice skate?
As fancy as Mr. Rabbit?
Can Tigger's ice skate?
Why, that's what Tiggers do the best.
Wee!
See, this is a cinch.
Wee!
Wait, wait, wait.
Not here. Look out.
Watch out.
It can't be.
Out of the way.
Go away.
Go away.
No.
Okay.
Oh, why does it always have to be me?
Why, oh, why, oh, why?
Tigger, Tigger, are you all right?
Tiggers don't like ice skating.
So Tigger and Rue went farther into the Hundred Acre Wood
looking for something that Tiggers do best.
I bet you could climb trees for Tiggers.
Climb trees?
That's what Tiggers do best.
Only Tiggers don't climb trees.
They bounce them.
Come on, let's go.
I almost bounced clear out of the book.
Some bouncing, huh?
Say, how did this tree get so high?
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey!
What's happening now?
Don't swing on the string.
It's much too high.
Hey, hey, hey!
Don't swing on the string. It's much too frail.
The best kind of swing is a Tigger's tail.
Whee!
Stop that kid, please.
S-T-O-P, stop.
You're rocking the forest.
Rue!
What's the matter, Tigger?
Phew.
Oh, thank goodness.
I was just getting seasick from seeing too much.
Well, we'll just have to leave Tigger up in the tree top for a little while.
Because, at the bottom of the next page,
Pooh is having a problem of his own.
What are you doing, Pooh?
Shhh.
Tracking something.
Tracking what?
Well, that's what I asked myself, Piglet.
What?
And what do you think you'll answer yourself?
Oh, I shall have to wait until I catch up with it.
Pooh, for a bear of very little brain, you sure are a smart one.
Thank you, Piglet.
Ah-ha!
Now, wha-wha-what?
A very mysterious thing, Piglet.
A whole new set of tracks, see?
And so it seemed to be.
There were the tracks joining each other here,
getting mixed up with each other there.
But to Pooh, quite plainly, four sets of poor marks.
Piglet, whatever it was that made these tracks
has now been joined by a whatever-it-is.
Y-y-y-yes, and all of them are proceeding in company.
Piglet, I wasn't exactly expecting company.
N-n-neither was I, Pooh.
So they went on, feeling a little anxious now,
in case the animals in front of them were of hostile intent.
Hello!
Look, look, Piglet, there's something in that tree over there.
Is it one of the f-f-f-f-fusier animals?
Yes.
It's a jaguar.
W-w-what did jaguars do, Pooh?
Well, jaguars always call, hello!
And when you look up, they drop on you.
I'm looking down, P-p-p-p-Poo.
Hello!
Hey, Ticker, it's Pooh and Piglet.
Pooh! Piglet!
Why, it's only Ticker and Roo. Come on.
Hello, Roo!
Hey, what are you and Ticker doing up there?
I'm all right, but Ticker's stuck.
Help somebody, please! Get Christopher Robin!
But it wasn't too long before word got back to Christopher Robin
and the others that Ticker was in trouble.
Hello, Pooh. Hello, Piglet. What's up?
Ticker and Roo are in trouble.
What's up? Ticker and Roo are up.
Oh, my goodness. Roo, how did you get way up there?
Easy, Mama. We bounced up.
Oh, gracious. Do be careful, dear.
I'm all right, Mama, but Ticker's stuck.
Oh, what a shame. That's too bad.
No, that's good. You see, he can't bounce anybody up there.
Oh, dear. We'll just have to get him down somehow.
Down? Down? Do we have to?
Come on, everyone. Let's hold a corner of my coat.
You'll first, Roo. Jump!
Try not to fall too fast, dear.
Oh, thank goodness.
Gee, that was fun. Come on, Ticker.
It doesn't hurt. Jump!
You're next, Ticker. Jump!
Jump? Tiggers don't jump. They bounce.
Then bounce down.
Don't be ridiculous. Tiggers only bounce up.
You can climb down, Tigger.
But Tiggers can't climb down because their tails getting away.
Hooray! That settles it.
If he won't jump and he can't climb down,
then we'll just have to leave him up there forever.
Forever! If I ever get out of this, I promise never to bounce again. Never!
I heard that, Tigger. He promised. Did you hear him promise?
I heard him. I heard him. You heard him. Didn't you? Didn't you?
Well, Tigger, your bouncing really got you into trouble this time.
Say, who are you?
I'm the narrator.
Oh, well, please, for goodness sakes, narrate me down from here.
Very well. Hold on tight.
You can let go now, Tigger.
Never! But Tigger, look for yourself. You're perfectly safe.
What did I tell you, Tigger? Come on. There we go.
Good old terra firma.
I'm so happy. I feel like bouncing.
You promised. You promised.
Oh, I did, didn't I?
You mean, I can't jump?
I... You mean, I can't ever bounce again?
Never!
Never?
Not even just one teensy-weensy bounce?
Not even a smidgen of a bounce.
Oh, the poor dear. Oh, that's too bad.
Christopher Wobbin, I like the old bouncy Tigger best.
So do I, Roo.
I do, too.
Me, too.
Of course, we all do. Don't you agree, Rabbit?
I, uh...
Well, Rabbit?
Well, uh... I, uh... That is, uh... What I mean? Well... I, uh...
Oh, all right. I guess I like the old Tigger better.
Oh, you mean, I can have my bounce back?
Come on, Rabbit. Let's you and me bounce.
Oh, good heavens. Me bounce?
Why, certainly. Look, you got the feet for it.
A hand?
Sure. Come on, try it. It makes you feel just great.
Well, say, it does.
Well, come on, everybody. Bounce.
Come on, bounce.
The wonderful thing about Tiggers is Tiggers are wonderful things.
Their tops are made out of the river. Their bottoms are made out of the springs.
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, flouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun.
But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers is I'm the only one. I'm the only one.
We'll come back after these messages.
This is amazing. I could eat this new Yoplait 150 for any number of reasons.
It only has 150 calories. It has no fat. And it tastes better to me than those fat yogurts.
But that's not it. I eat it because I want to get in tune with my body.
I want to create a balance between good taste and good for you.
And I'm going to get into this French leotard.
If you love fruit on the bottom yogurt, but not all the calories, try new Yoplait 150.
These are teeny weeny calories.
San Francisco, San Francisco, T.J. Maxx.
Grand opening this Sunday. And with over 10,000 brand name fashions for the entire family arriving every week, it's never the same place twice.
No, it's never, ever the same place twice.
Yesterday.
Next week. Next Saturday night.
You get the Maxx for the minimum, minimum price.
Never, ever the same place twice.
San Francisco, San Francisco, T.J. Maxx.
Is this your idea of meat and potatoes?
Or how you think of soup and a sandwich?
Then you have the taste for Noah.
Is this how you like your eggs in the morning?
Does potluck look like this?
Then you have the taste for Noah.
Uncommon soups, exceptional sauces, bouillon and salad dressings.
Is this your idea of a good square meal?
Noah. Where taste is everything.
Take a look at our near future starting Monday on Channel 7 News at 11.
ATO-TV, Channel 7, serving the Bay Area.
We now continue with the Disney Sunday Movie.
Hello and welcome back.
As you've just seen, Tigger is just not Tigger without his bounce.
Now let's enjoy three short Disney cartoons.
These are some of the best from our library of classics.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Donald stars in one of the cartoons.
Okay, Donald, are you happy now?
Great.
Who'd ever dream of starting a fight?
Who gets stuck with all the bad luck?
No one but Donald Duck.
STOP!
Scary!
Scary!
Then if I Game cradle the
Sweet euros
I am
Alive
Soon
I'm
Alive
Hm
Hhh
Huh?
Good, good, smart aleck.
Uh-oh.
There he is.
A-bottle, bottle, bottle.
Sorry.
Blub, blub, blub, blub, blub.
Uh-oh.
What's this?
That's the fool that died.
Aha -"o".
How are you, Flashgrass?
Hi.
What's this you?
Let's get a look, pal.
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.
How's that?
Oh. Thank you.
Here's to you, Blastach.
Ah!
Oh, wonderful.
Uh, one more.
Yeah!
Thank you.
Well, I gotta be going, Blastach.
So long, pal.
I'll see you later.
Gee, thank goodness for God.
Good luck today.
And good luck with your flight.
Good luck, pal.
I'll see you later, Blastach.
Thank you for coming.
Good luck, pal.
I'll see you later, Blastach.
Good luck, pal.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Good luck.
Thank you.
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all
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Oh, I gotcha!
I'm done!
Uh-uh!
Hip-hip, hooray!
Hip-hip, hooray!
We'll return after these messages.
I like a bike, I like a pony,
But what I love is my first omi.
I like pizza pie, I like macaroni,
But what I love is my first sony.
Now, Sony makes small products for small people.
Walkie-talkies, Walkman stereos, and cassette recorders,
specially made for kids.
I like beauty, I like Tony,
But what I love is my first sony.
It won't be your last.
She's the kind of woman
She's almost made for me.
She's bright, she's warm, she's lovely.
It's beauty from the heart,
Cause that's where beauty starts.
And look at Gertrude now,
With Avon now.
Only Avon brings you the beauty of Christmas
and the time to enjoy it.
Oh, the look in your eyes when you get a surprise.
Avon's a Christmas.
Look at Gertrude now.
We're from a book of world records.
Got here as fast as we could.
What have you got, Keibler?
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Another cheese cracker.
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Whoa, what's in these?
100% aged New York cheddar.
We bake it into every bite-sized Townhouse Cheddar Junior.
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A world record?
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They're baked by elves.
Definitely.
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Outstanding cheese taste.
Definitely.
Cheese and ham.
Announcing a video cassette so full of love,
it has to be shared.
The Lady and the Tramp.
Tonight, for the beautiful...
The most lovable film Walt Disney ever made.
...the red and the blue...
It's irresistible.
Absolutely irresistible.
Ask your dealer about our special holiday offer.
Now, back to our story.
Poodle!
Stop digging in my flowers!
That dog.
There.
It looks lovely in here.
Come on, let's go.
I'm not sure how to get it.
Let's try this.
Okay, let's go.
Now!
Come on, let's go.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Now!
Let's go.
Come on.
Come on.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Let's go.
I'm not sure how to get it.
We'll continue after these messages.
You will love the first bite, outrageously right. Kudos granola snacks, freezing, teasing. Kudos I'm yours.
Nutty fudge, chocolate chip or peanut butter. Kudos you won me over any other. Electrifying, granolifying.
Stiffly nutritious, outrageously delicious. Kudos I'm yours. I'm yours.
Volkswagen engineers have spent years refining our front wheel drive, rack and pinion steering and four wheel independent suspension.
Because the engineers of Volkswagen believe it's not just how fast you go, but rather how well you go fast.
German engineering, the Volkswagen way.
I worked very hard. I made a lot of sacrifices trying to be as good as I could be.
And I did not want to do anything that was going to short circuit that. Drinking, drugs, it doesn't make sense.
I knew that they were counter to what I was working for. It just doesn't make sense.
Wednesday.
Que paso bro, what's happening, where the action?
The Meepo's Vice make a bust.
First day undercover?
Perfect strangers, then.
He's back.
It's Poltergeist 3, teacher nothing.
Don't worry Mr. Moore, he likes you.
He likes you, the brown nose from beyond.
Head of the class.
Wednesday.
We now return to the Disney Sunday Movie.
Oh, heavens to Betsy.
Clutter, clutter, clutter.
Picnics, tourists, bah.
Your dog gone litter bugs.
Can't you read signs?
Oh dear.
Wait a minute.
I'm the boss. Why should I clean up this mess?
Humphrey, just look at that mess.
Hump old boy, go call the boys. I've got a big surprise for them.
Alright, alright boys, now we're going to play a little game.
First, we mark off the game field, like this.
Now we pass out the equipment. Who'll volunteer?
Okay, Hump, you'll do just then.
Places everybody.
Put on your game bag, that's it.
Alright, game sticks up.
That's fine boys, you've got it.
Now follow me.
A one and a two and a first you stick your bag, put it in the bag, bump, bump.
Then you bend your bag, put it in the bag, bump, bump.
That's the way it's done, it's a lot of fun, bump, bump.
Cutting papers, putting papers in the bag.
And then you bend your bag, put it in the bag, bump, bump.
Go, go, go.
Go, go, go.
First you stick your bag, put it in the bag, bump, bump.
Then you bend your bag, put it in the bag, bump, bump.
That's the way it's done, it's a lot of fun, bump, bump.
Cutting papers, putting papers in the bag.
Well, I speak well.
Come on boys, a one and a two and a.
Pretty poor sports.
This calls for strategy.
Come and get it.
This chicken cacciatara is delicious.
Want it with?
Fine.
Are we ready to eat?
The rules strictly state, and I quote,
he who does not clean up his section of the park
does not get any supper, unquote.
There you are.
Who do you think you're kidding, Humphrey?
Tasty, eh boys?
Well, that's fine, neat and tidy.
Well, cheaters never prosper.
Remember, only you can prevent forest fires.
Congratulations Humphrey, you made it.
Well, I'm truly sorry, but remember the rules.
Come back after these messages.
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Then come to the Hallmark Open House.
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All their Christmas goodies are here.
The whole collection.
And they're throwing a party to celebrate.
There's even a big grand prize, a sleigh.
Filled with $500 worth of Hallmark products.
You can win one at any Hallmark Open House.
It's the first big event of the holiday season,
and it wouldn't be the same without you.
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November 21st and 22nd.
What I do now is I take a real brisk walk each morning.
Doctors are figuring out it's better for you than jogging.
And I'll tell you something else they're just figuring out.
Oatmeal is even better for you than you thought.
High in fiber, high in protein, low in calories,
and no cholesterol whatsoever.
You see the sign?
The word's getting out.
The sign wasn't there yesterday, but it's there now,
and there'll be more of them tomorrow.
Quaker oatmeal.
It's the right thing to do.
Next week, Lloyd, Bo, and Jordan Bridges star in a Disney family classic.
Goose are a Thanksgiving tradition with me and the Bridges.
You raised them for me, Travis.
A young boy learns a hard lesson in growing up.
So how does it feel to be Mother Goose?
When he's torn between his love for an animal...
The boy's getting mighty attached to that goose.
And a promise he can't break.
A man has got to keep his word.
Make your family part of his annual Disney tradition,
The Thanksgiving Promise.
Hi, this is Dolly Parton, and we've got a hot show tonight.
I'm the boss.
I want you very much, Susan, and I'm going to have you...
Stop it!
Tell me who he is, where he is.
Spencer for hire, next.
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Thanks a lot.
Yes, dear.
I'll be back.
In 1701, an obscure chef wanted to impress his king.
Let's see, chocolate and peanut butter or chocolate and snails?
Chocolate and peanut butter.
What? I am the chef.
You are the king.
Chocolate and snails.
He'd just missed discovering the great taste of pure milk chocolate
and delicious peanut butter.
Not to mention...
Impressing the king.
And so the world would have to wait for the two great tastes that taste great together
in Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
The latest on the Continental Airlines crash in Denver on 7 at 11.
Tonight on Spencer for Hire.
You're not an 18-year-old undergraduate.
You're a woman.
And I'm very attracted to you.
I'm not attracted to you, Professor.
I want you very much, Susan.
And I'm going to have you...
Stop it!
I'm thinking it'd be difficult to tell Spencer.
I'm going to file a complaint.
By far one of my own.
You need me for something?
Talk to Susan.
Why Susan?
You should have told me.
I got you an assault and battery with a deadly weapon.
What, I pull a gun now?
No!
We are called here to discuss the man known as Santa Claus.
A mortal who has won the love of the entire world.
Tonight, when he returns from his final ride,
he will be visited by the spirit of death.
Of all men who have inhabited the Earth,
no other so well deserves to live on.
A mortal live on?
Nonsense.
We have come, so we will hear you out, great act.
Although your cause seems hopeless,
but come to the point, what is your desire?
That Santa Claus be allowed to continue his yearly rides,
his good work.
But that would mean only one thing.
Yes, to bestow upon Santa Claus the mantle of immortality.
How shall I begin this story of the life and adventures of Santa Claus?
At the beginning, Master Woodsman.
Yes, the beginning.
We live so happily here in the forest
that we know nothing of the sorrow and misery
that falls to the lot of those poor mortals
who inhabit the open spaces of the Earth.
It was a short sixty years or so ago,
an instant in immortal time,
that I came upon the babe,
abandoned in the snowy woods at the very edge of the forest.
I left the child with the lioness Shiegra.
I ordered her to lie close to the babe and to give it her milk,
and to send word throughout the forest
that the child should not be harmed.
Otherwise, he would have been Shiegra's evening meal.
Great Ack, what is a child?
You were always as you are now, Nessil,
as immortals will always be.
And you know nothing of children because there are none among us.
And there will never be.
It is so decreed by our laws.
Born in our present state,
never were babies.
We live where no mortal has been,
with the nobility of non-humanity.
We have no children again.
Children.
It would be nice to see one, to hold one, just once.
For I stand fresh today and forever.
For ages and ages to come
to the first cracking of doom.
To the first cracking of doom.
Till the last trumpet sounds,
to the first cracking of doom.
A child of man, a baby.
The lioness Shiegra guards the babe.
I must wait and be silent.
Surely I can look after my young trees and the babe as well.
A child.
Maybe that's what I've been missing all these years.
A child.
Maybe that's the cause of emptiness and tears.
Is it too late? No.
My heart would find a place.
It wouldn't take up too much space.
A child.
A child.
A child.
What is it that has disturbed you, Great Ack?
I feel a strange presence.
Something that has never been in the forests of Bersie before.
Great Ack!
It is the lioness Shiegra!
She is beyond my control!
I thought no animal was beyond your control, Peter Nook.
Are you not the master of all animals in the world?
It has never happened before!
Oh, Great Ack!
Find room in your heart to forgive me.
I have broken the law of the forest.
But please, let me keep the man-child.
Let me know the joy and warmth of having this baby.
Shiegra! Here!
It's all right, Shiegra.
Yes, I know what I told you.
You are right to be angry.
Please, let the babe remain.
Here, in the forest of Bersie,
where the human race has never yet penetrated.
But the law, child. The law.
The law is the law.
Or it wouldn't mean anything, right?
The law is made by the Great Ack.
If he bids me care for the babe,
he himself has saved from certain death.
Who else in the forest would oppose me?
I'd say you were fairly trapped, Great Ack.
Agreed.
She shall keep the babe,
and the lioness Shiegra will stay to protect them.
What shall we name the babe, Nisiel?
I will call him Claus.
For in the language of our forest, it means little one.
Little Claus.
Gets a bit chilly in this forest at times.
Luck to you, child.
Claus it is, then.
Babe in the woods.
Thinks the world's all fun and laughter.
Doesn't know what's coming after, after all.
He's just a babe to you.
Till his careless days are over,
he'll be wrapped in four-leaf clover, over all.
He hasn't yet warmed his fears.
He's still wet behind the ears.
An acorn under a shady oak.
He thinks it's all a great big joke.
Claus, Tingler is here for your language lesson.
Hi, Tingler. What's it gonna be today?
Squirrel? Bee songs? Wood flower poetry? Or elephant?
All wrong. Torto. Incorrecto. Falsch. All wrong.
Whistle
Finch.
Oh, oui, Monsieur Tingler. Not French. Finch.
Whistle
Okay, let's practice by the stream.
Whistle
Are all children like Claus, Queen Zerlain?
No. He is a very special child, Missie.
And I'm sure he will grow up to be a very special mortal man.
I miss the babe I once had.
You must say goodbye for a time to Missie and her sisters, Claus.
For you are going to accompany me on a journey through the world.
The world?
Yes. Where mortals, not unlike yourself, live.
We immortals are few, but mortals are many.
I would like to see the mortals. Very much.
Go then, and be back by daybreak tomorrow.
Great act called me a man. What does that mean?
It is the name mortals use for a boy who has grown, as you have.
Goodbye, Naseel.
There is another word the mortals use.
Mother.
Mother? What does it mean?
One who has a child. A mortal child who grows and becomes a man.
Are you my mother?
I would like very much for you to call me that, if only for this one time.
All right then. Goodbye, mother.
Hold tightly to my belt, for we are going to journey through the air and circle the world.
Hold fast, Claus. When we land, we shall become invisible to all whom we meet.
One measly cot, the lord of the manor.
But Squire Roswell, it's been raining for a fortnight, and this is the first day we could harvest.
You'll work in the dark tonight by torchlight, and without your supper till the quota's made.
Torch it back.
One more trick like that, and you'll find yourself back at the orphanage, you will.
Wait, it's only a turnip. A single miserable turnip. Here, take it.
It's no use, Claus. They cannot see us.
So these are mortals. Do they all act this way towards one another?
It's a very strange world.
Mankind's inhumanity to man, Claus.
And I'll be back when you least expect it. So be warm.
Do all mortals live like this?
Come, you shall see.
Squire Roswell tells me the serfs are acting up again.
One of the little brats tried to steal one of my turnips. Imagine.
He only took it because he was hungry. It's fine for you. You've got everything you need.
Surely we can do something.
And I hear that another scamp wants to learn to read. Imagine.
Next, they'll be wanting to write.
You don't want to learn to read or write, do you, Jameson?
Of course not, sir.
Soon they'll start dreaming of another kind of life.
And that would be the end of all this. We can't afford that now, can we?
Sooner or later, they'd want what we have.
This business of being a mortal, I don't think it's for me.
But you are a mortal, Claus.
And you will remain one until you are just a memory to immortals like Nassil.
I don't understand.
Come, you will understand in time.
Are they playing a game?
No. They are training to be samurai, warriors who will fight and, if necessary, die for their lord.
That man is their teacher.
Hey! Hey! Yeah!
Stop! Don't hit him!
There is nothing you can do, Claus.
He's just a little boy.
He is learning to be an adult, to survive in the difficult world of mortals.
But at his age, he should be like I was, laughing and playing.
Ah, Claus, if it were only that simple.
Everything is so different from our forest.
Show me more, great act. I want to learn.
Come, then.
Where to now?
To a place of trade.
Why are those children holding out their hands?
They are homeless, Claus.
They have no one to care for them.
No Nesteel, no Sheegra, and they have no money to buy food.
They depend on the generosity of others.
I would like to help them, great act. There must be something I can do.
I'll be out there.
Clear, crisp and bright. Seven-O has the feeling of Christmas.
Puff-a-lump a little closer, baby mime.
Puff-a-lump and be my little clinging vine.
Like to feel your cheeks so rosy.
Puff-a-lump, you're comfy, cozy.
Cause I love from head to toesy.
The puff-a-lumps, lovable lumps of snuggly stuff.
Puff-a-lump, mime.
Only from Fisher Price.
A double pleasure's waiting for you.
A double pleasure from double mitgum.
A double great feeling, making you realize.
Double is the one for you.
Double fresh, double smooth.
Double delicious to chew.
A double pleasure's waiting for you.
A double pleasure's waiting for you.
Double mitgum.
On Beauty and the Beast.
If children are being abused in this place, I don't want to be here.
I can stop it.
I own you.
Be careful, Katherine.
Friday on CBS.
Twenty-five years ago, he left his family.
My father the hobo.
Now, he's come back home.
Why can't you and daddy be friends?
I don't want them hurt when you leave.
A family reunion with all the trimmings.
But will he stay or run away again?
Barnard Hughes, Gerald McRaney.
A Hobo's Christmas Sunday.
If a friend puts pressure on you to try alcohol, are you strong enough to say no?
Show how strong you are.
Be smart.
Don't start.
And men go to war, Claus.
They fight amongst themselves for what are known as causes.
Good causes?
Sometimes.
More often, they are not.
War.
They kill each other when they disagree.
What is man's use?
Why is he here?
Why is he born at all?
To leave the world in some way better than he found it.
Great act.
How can I do that?
You must follow your star as others have before you.
And try to bring a measure of love and joy to the world.
Great act showed me all the places in man's world.
My world.
It's a hard and cruel place, but it's where I have to live.
Well spoken, young Claus.
I will never forget what you've given me, Nassil.
Mother, I'll never forget you.
You will come back to visit.
If you let me, I'd like that.
Call upon me whenever you have need, Claus.
We too, anytime.
If you're feeling blue, we'll color you pink.
And we shall be here as well to assist you.
Goodbye, son.
Goodbye, friends.
Goodbye.
Good luck, Marios.
God his footsteps well, Sheegra.
Tingla.
You're both coming with me?
Si, oui, d'accord, bueno, riste, si.
I feel like something or someone is guiding my steps.
That I know exactly where I'm going.
Well, we're just on the edge of the valley now.
Just a little further by my calculations.
Does this valley have a name?
Yes.
Shh, we're almost upon it.
Listen.
Attention.
Atta.
Ascorta.
Snow.
Snow.
Snow.
Snow.
Snow?
Yes.
In the Laughing Valley of Ho-Ha-Ho, there is always snow.
Because it is always winter.
The Laughing Valley of Ho-Ha-Ho.
I like the name.
I like the place.
I like the snow.
Let's make camp.
There.
Klaus, Klaus, get up.
You have...
Guests, look.
Thank you all.
I promise I'll make you proud of me.
Now, don't be jealous.
You've got to learn to live together with Blinky Shigra.
Nassil sent Blinky to us, and we all have to learn to live together.
Now, don't we?
What was that?
It sounded close.
Let's have a look.
He's frozen with cold.
Let's get him warm, quickly.
He's coming around.
Hello.
Where am I?
Don't be afraid, little one.
You're with friends.
I'm Klaus, and this is Tingler, Shigra, and Blinky.
I'm Weekum, and I guess I got lost, and I saw your house,
and I stepped into this big drift of snow, and it was very cold, and...
Well, you're all right now, Weekum.
Tell us where you live.
In a place for kids who don't have mothers and fathers,
or anyone else to take care of them.
Well, little Weekum, let's be pals, you and me.
Okay, Mr. Klaus, friends.
Friends.
What's that you're carving?
Just a little cat, like Blinky here.
Blinky's a nice cat.
I wish I had a cat like her.
Well, there's an idea.
You get some sleep, and maybe tomorrow morning,
I'll have a surprise for you.
A surprise?
That would be nice.
Good night, everybody.
What do you have in mind, Klaus?
A cat like Blinky.
A copy.
A little wooden one.
Not bad for your first spiel, Zoy.
Juguete.
Yue.
Meow.
Toy.
That's the word.
Toy.
A toy.
I like the sound of the word.
Yes, it's a good word, Tingler.
And I slept in his house, and when I woke up,
there was this big surprise, what he calls a toy.
Mr. Klaus, can you make another?
We'll make it a horse shoe.
We want to wake up to a big surprise.
A wooden cat with yellow green eyes.
A little black cat with a big blue bow.
A funny little cat sitting in the snow.
A silly little cat with a great big smile.
Could we have one for just a little while?
Big surprise.
We want to wake up to a big surprise.
Big surprise.
A wooden cat with yellow green eyes.
Yellow green eyes.
A little black cat with no meow.
A funny little cat, please tell us how.
A silly little cat with a tongue that's red.
A pretty little toy we could take to bed.
We could take to bed.
Big surprise.
We love you, pretty kitty.
We'd like you to stay.
We'll take just, sharing kitty.
We'll each have you for a day.
We want to wake up to a big surprise.
Big surprise.
Big surprise.
A wooden cat with yellow green eyes.
Yellow green eyes.
A little black cat with a big blue bow.
A funny little cat sitting in the snow.
A silly little cat with a great big smile.
Could we have one for just a little while?
Big surprise.
One cold winter's evening, Bertie and Grimace wandered McDonald's land in search of...
A gift for Ronald.
Got any bright ideas?
When lo and behold, a little star hopped from the heavens and twinkled down to earth.
Look, Grimace, a falling star!
Maybe we can catch it.
And so they did.
You'll make the perfect gift for Ronald.
The little star was wrapped and ribbed and even but...
Oh, dear me.
Twinkle. It didn't.
You see, Bertie and Grimace, a star can never belong just to me.
It belongs way up high for everyone to see.
So let's wish him home where it'll twinkle and glow.
And so they did as they stood in the snow.
Look, the star's back at home in the sky.
Good as new.
And I have the best gift of all.
Friends like you.
Happy holidays from McDonald's.
These are the halls of medicine where you'll find comfort for a sore throat,
a way to quiet a cough, and a feeling of relief for a stuffy nose.
These are halls meant to lift his cough tablets with vapor action.
These are the halls of medicine.
You're looking at the reason Crayola created bright, vivid, new washable markers
they wash off children and their clothes
so children can create and come out clean.
Washable markers from Crayola. Every child's camera of life.
The life and adventures of Santa Claus will continue.
It's Kate.
And Allie.
I thought you'd say that.
What, give Kate top billing?
Yeah.
Shut up.
So, you're upset?
I am not.
You want a bath?
I'll bet just once you'd like to hear it the other way.
No, please.
Allie and Kate.
Shocks.
Smart.
Very smart.
What makes you say that?
Now at a new time.
No.
Yes.
Mondays at 8, 7 Central and Mountain, right here on CBS.
This is CBS.
It's a safe bet money is important to you.
You want to save it and still buy the gifts you planned on.
Well, this Friday and Saturday, Emporium Capwell has the right combination.
Two big days of store-wide savings on the best of this season's selection and values.
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Both days at Emporium Capwell.
This is really getting big.
They're coming by the thousands.
Down to you, Kurt.
It seems this is the first store to have the new lemon-lime slice with the great new taste.
How is it?
Fantastic.
Listen, people.
The new slice has more lemon-lime taste than 7-up and Sprite.
We've got the juice.
Who gets the dance?
I do.
The new lemon-lime slice.
It's got a great new taste.
Think you'll have enough slice, Max?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Unique ideas for the holidays, Friday at 10.
As though Claus had made his first toy, there were more to come.
By the end of the week, he had made dozens.
You beg immortality for a toy maker?
Surely there is more to tell.
Much more indeed.
The demand for his toys kept Claus busy, but he was quite happy in knowing the pleasure it gave to so many children.
The Riles, Nooks, and Woodnymphs helped and supported him in his new endeavor.
Now, what do you call that one?
Well, I thought you were the one with the names for things.
Okay, okay. Right you are.
I name it a bambola, a poopchin, a poopay.
How about a doll?
Sounds perfect to me.
I'd like to give this one to that little girl, the one I met in the castle during my trip with the great act.
But she's a rich lord's daughter.
Rich or poor, children are children.
And I intend to treat them all the same.
Then this toy making is going to be a full-time business.
What was that?
Mr. Claus, if you make another toy, we're coming for you.
Signed King Agua.
Who is King Agua?
Oh, malbasio, mauvais, dangerou, schlick, malo, bad, bad news.
A little more information if you please in Bersey talk.
Well, it's said that the Aguas influence children.
Make them do terrible bad things like stealing, fighting, and quarreling, disobeying their parents, that kind of stuff.
And where do we find these terrible Aguas?
Their homes are in the Rocky Mountains, not far from here.
Hmm, that's not good.
What are you going to do?
Nothing. It's toy making as usual.
Oh, one other thing I forgot to mention.
Yes?
It's said that they can make themselves invisible.
Good night.
Invisible?
Well, that does make it a bit more difficult.
Eh, Chiegra?
Yes, I agree.
We'll have to be on our guard.
So, he's going to continue his blasted toy making.
Well, we'll see about that.
Come to me, ye nooks of the forest!
Who are you that call upon the nooks?
How do you know the call?
I am a friend of your brothers in Bersey.
A friend of Peter Nook.
So, we cannot capture this toy maker easily,
for he has friends among the immortals.
But we can keep them from making the children happy.
Tomorrow, when he leaves for the village...
The Argois!
We must find a way to defend ourselves against these invisible foes.
I won't be defeated so easily the next time.
The Argois have stolen the toys each and every time I've gone into the village.
Counting yesterday, it makes twelve attacks.
We must plan some type of defense.
Good!
They'll never find this cave, and Claus will soon give up his toy making.
And the children will be ours to control again.
Ha ha! Ha ha ha ha!
I'm going to try one more time, by night and alone.
Oh, Claus, that's bad! A bad idea!
I must try one more time. I can't give up.
Thought you could outsmart King Argois, did you?
The toys!
I will continue to make my toys. I'll find a way. You'll see!
Keep making toys, Claus!
Our caverns are full of them!
Our caverns are not yet full!
Ha ha ha ha!
Appear, King Argois, and face me.
Who dares call on us, and has the power to force us into visibility?
It is I, Master Woodsman of the world.
We owe no allegiance to you, nor to any immortal.
That is true. Yet you have ventured to interfere with the actions of Claus,
who dwells in Laughing Valley, and is under my protection.
You rule only the forest of Bersie. The valley is ours.
We will do as we please with this. Claus!
You shall not harm my friend in any way.
Our powers are as great as yours, immortal fool!
So, you refuse to obey me?
It is war! War! No one is master of the Argois!
So, you defy me?
With revenge! Your friend Claus shall be captured within three days,
and done away with for good!
If it is war you want, then war you shall have.
Farewell, King Argois, forever.
Great Silver Axe, I am sorry I have to call upon you,
but this war cannot be avoided, although I have tried.
Cut well, Great Axe, against these hosts of evil!
Behold! They fight with tree branches!
I will overwhelm them with our evil powers.
I will draw up great dragons and incinerate them!
I will draw up great dragons and incinerate them!
Your evil friends have been defeated.
It is the law that good shall overcome evil.
Forward, immortals! Charge!
I hear you have many toys ready for the children.
You may carry them safely across the valley without fear.
The Argois have perished.
We were on the trail of the Fruit of Swords.
Look at the size of these tracks.
The legendary dinosaur that lived on Sunkist funfruits.
We're getting close. I can smell it.
The dinosaurs!
New funfruits dinosaurs! Real fruit snacks from Sunkist.
They're friendly!
They're the biggest funfruits you ever saw!
New Sunkist funfruits!
Well, you know, sometimes I think that all the times that I've worked...
The Fry Steps starring Ronald McDonald and friends.
If you hop all around like the fry kids do.
You're doing the Fry Step. It's fun for you.
Fry Girls!
Fry Guys!
You'll hop all around like the fry kids do.
Then you go where your nose will lead you to.
French Fry!
McDonald's French Fry!
It's a good time for the great taste of McDonald's.
You may not have thought of buying a Sears Die Hard battery.
Until you've had a little time alone to think about it.
Patsy and I take turns with each other's kids.
Thank goodness for Chef Boyardee.
It's 95% fat free and that makes me feel good.
Not as good as when it's Patsy's turn, but thank goodness for Chef Boyardee.
Again, for a limited time this year, you'll find a very special countdown to Christmas poster.
And it's yours free just for buying 7-Up and Cherry 7-Up.
What a great way to share in the feeling of Christmas.
It's the perfect time to stock up on 7-Up's crisp, clean refreshment.
And kids get to build Santa's beard as they count off the days to Christmas.
Get your free countdown to Christmas poster when you buy 7-Up and Cherry 7-Up.
7-Up is the feeling of Christmas.
It's no use.
We'll never get it to move.
Reindeer!
Yes, Claus.
The reindeer will be able to pull your sleigh with ease.
But they've never been out of the forest before, so you'll have to guide them with these.
How can I ever thank you, Peter Nook?
By having these deer back in the forest before daybreak, huh?
Daybreak it will be.
Are you sure you can handle all this, Claus?
We'll soon find out.
All ready?
Away we go!
We've crossed the entire valley in just a few leaps.
It's almost like...
Right!
Now I know why they call it Laughing Valley!
With the ho, ho, ho and the ha, ha, ha and the ho, ho, ha, ha-ee.
Now away we go of the frozen snow as merry as we, as we can be.
Our first stop. In you go.
I'm afraid, friends, that we've made our journey for nothing and we'll have to take all of the toys back.
What's the matter?
The doors are locked and I can't get in.
We've never tried this at night before.
Well, you have to get in somehow.
Please.
Oh, sorry, the roof. Why don't you go down the chimney?
Good thinking.
Why, the children have hung their stockings by the chimney to dry.
Good place for a little morning surprise. Why not?
Well, that worked rather well. If we find any more locked doors, we'll know what to do.
Look, more toys! Where do they come from?
The good Claus must have been here, for his are the only toys in the world.
But how did he get in?
A saint like Claus has no need to unlock doors if it pleases him to enter our home.
Saint Claus? Santa Claus?
You were late, Claus.
I'm sorry, Peter Nook, but it was only one minute after daybreak.
A minute is a minute, you know.
I would like to use the deer again, and I think they enjoyed the trip.
Well, I don't know about that. One time, yes, but...
It's for the children. Won't you reconsider?
For the children?
For the children!
Well, since you put it that way, okay, for the children.
Yay!
But only once a year, on Christmas Eve.
Christmas Eve, but that's only ten days from now. You won't have time to make enough toys. You'll lose an entire year.
Maybe not.
But how?
If I had the toys the argois stole, I could easily fill the sleigh and more.
But how can we find them?
It's no use. We've only one more hour until Christmas Eve. We'll just have to postpone the trip until next year.
One year? Just think of all the toys we'll have by next year.
But just think of all the disappointed girls and boys this year.
See you all in the morning. Good night. Don't give up hope.
Not so happy tonight. Unless...
Claus, get up! The toys! They found them!
Get a move on, Claus, or you'll never be back by daybreak.
My first Christmas Eve!
His generous deeds will live forever.
Your story touches even my cold and windy heart. Where is the man Santa Claus today?
Santa Claus has been delivering the toys for fifty mortal years.
And now, when he has won the love of all the world, the spirit of death hovers over him.
I am only a mortal, Cheagra, and all mortal life fades.
But this tree with its decorations will remind you of how we delivered our toys to children all over the world.
We'll decorate the tree like this every year, Claus, and we will never forget you.
And what is your desire, Great Ack?
To bestow upon Claus the mantle of immortality.
In all the world, there is but one mantle. It has existed from the beginning,
and no mortal has ever dared to claim it.
What will it profit any of us if it is allowed to remain in its lonely shrine for all time to come?
You are right, Great Ack. I vote yes.
So say you all.
Aye.
Against?
So be it.
Thank you.
Bring the Golden Crypt.
We bestow this mantle upon Claus, who is called the Patron Saint of Children.
Merry Christmas.
Sleep, my immortal son, and awaken to a new life.
Clear, crisp and bright.
Seven-O has the feeling of Christmas.
What can we leave for Santa?
Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
That's right.
We sprinkle cinnamon and sugar for a homemade taste.
Part of this complete breakfast.
Happy Holidays from the Saving Toast Crunch.
Santa Bear Express.
It's Santa Bear, Miss Bear and their airplane.
You can win all three.
Look for a winning card in specially marked boxes of Cinnamon Toast Crunch
or to enter free, write box 5464, Minneapolis, Minnesota.
We won!
These are the halls of medicine where you'll find comfort for a sore throat,
a way to quiet a cough, and a feeling of relief for a stuffy nose.
These are Hall's Menthaliptus cough tablets with vapor action.
These are the halls of medicine.
There's a place called Moody Hollow where the First Kins live,
and now they've come to Wendy's for you to give.
That's right, First Kins have come to Wendy's.
Dudley Firstkin and his country friends, each at a special low price.
At Wendy's, that is.
American vision, world view.
To understand the nation and to know the world.
To see the truth and report it plainly.
That is the purpose and the promise of CBS News.
Thank you, Great Ac.
I will try to be worthy of the mantle.
Of that, I have no fear, Santa Claus.
I have devoted myself to the children, Great Ac,
for in all this world, there is nothing so beautiful as a happy child.
Later tonight, the death of a close friend flames an emotional confrontation
that consumes all our nuts landing.
Clear Christmas bright.
The Fry Steps starring Ronald McDonald and friends.
If you hop all around like the Fry kids do,
you're doing the Fry Steps, it's fun for you.
Fry girls, fry guys,
you hop all around like the Fry kids do,
then you go where you know's the leader too.
McDonald's French Fries.
It's a good time for the great taste of McDonald's.
We now return to Mickey's Christmas Carol.
Hi, everybody. Merry Christmas.
You know, Christmas is a time of year filled with wonderful memories.
All of us have our favorite Christmases.
Goofy, Pluto, Donald.
Well, I'm not so sure about Donald.
Hi, just a good, good minute.
I'm not in Christmas. I'm not in Christmas.
I know, I'm putting up a Christmas tree.
Now I'm in Christmas every morning and playing Santa Claus.
And wrapping toys.
Well, never enough wrapping toys.
I'm going to be in Christmas.
It's time to get those bananas in the tree, tree, and tree.
Good, little Donald.
Oh, no!
Can't jump out, can't jump out,
can't go...
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That's all right. Have some fun.
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Now we're Santa, now we're Santa.
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You know, some of my favorite Christmases have been spent with my old pal Pluto.
Why, I remember when...
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You want me to tell them about your favorite Christmas.
Okay, boy.
Hey! Get a little bit!
That was the time Pluto and I got a surprise visit from Chippendale.
Chippendale!
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What was that? I don't know.
Whoa!
Okay, Poodle.
All right.
Come on.
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All right.
Come on. Let's go.
Hey, wake up.
Well, who are you now?
Get it.
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Wow, Poodle, that's it.
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Huh? Is that better?
Oh, Poodle.
Okay, I like the candles.
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Farewell, Ebenezer.
Farewell.
Farewell.
Watch out for that bust.
Step.
Spirits.
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Hamburger.
The Christmas Carol will return after these messages.
Clear, crisp and bright.
I used to want my dad's car.
Now he wants mine.
I know where the cow is.
Right here.
I'm going to Mars.
I never liked my name.
Now I love it.
What can we leave for Santa?
We sprinkle cinnamon and sugar for a homemade taste.
Happy Holidays from Santa Bear.
It's Santa Bear, Miss Bear and their airplane.
You can win all three.
Look for a winning card in specially marked boxes of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
What's good about television is that it's vivid and it can tell a story very dramatically.
And it's right there in the living room.
The child doesn't have to ask for a dollar or three dollars to go to a movie house.
It's right there in his own home.
So those things are good.
Marvelously convenient and marvelously convincing. So those things are good.
Now return to Mickey's Christmas Carol.
Now return to Mickey's Christmas Carol.
Ahem.
Well, it's about time.
Who are you?
I'm the ghost of Christmas best.
Listen, Scrooge. If men were measured by kindness, you'd be no bigger than a speck of dust.
Kindness is of little use in this world.
You didn't always think so. Come on, Scrooge. It's time to go.
Then go.
What are you doing?
We're going to visit your best.
I'm not going out there.
Just hold on.
Not too tight now.
Look out.
What's wrong, Scrooge?
I thought you enjoyed looking down on the world.
Spirit, I believe I know this place.
Yes.
It's old Fuzzy Wicks.
I couldn't have worked for a kinder man.
Why, it's old Fuzzy Wicks himself and all of my very dearest friends.
And that shy lad in the corner, that's me.
Yes, that was before you became a miserable miser, consumed by greed.
Well, nobody's perfect. And there's lovely Isabel.
Ebenezer? Ebenezer?
Yes, Isabel?
My eyes are closed, my lips are puckered, and I'm standing under the mistletoe.
You're also standing on my foot.
I remember how much I was in love with her.
In ten years' time, you'll learn to love something else.
Why, it's my counting house.
9,972. 9,000.
Ebenezer?
Yes, what is it?
For years I've had this honeymoon cottage, Ebenezer.
I've been waiting for you to keep your promise to marry me.
Now I must know, have you made your decision?
I have. Your last payment from the cottage was an hour late.
I'm foreclosing the mortgage.
You loved your gold more than that precious creature, and you lost her forever.
9,970.
Please, Spirit, I can no longer bear these memories. Take me home.
Remember Scrooge, you fashioned these memories yourself.
Why was I so foolish? Why? Why?
What's this?
3, 5, 4, 4.
I smell. I mean, I smell?
I think I do.
Yep, I do.
Please, let me go. Don't eat me.
Why would the ghost of Christmas present, that's me, want to eat at his tasteful little miser like you?
Especially when there are so many good things to enjoy in life, see?
Ooh, mince pies, turkeys, suckling pig.
And don't forget the chocolate pie roast with smush you, with smush you, with smush you, with yoghurt.
But where did all this come from?
From the hut, Scrooge.
It's the food of generosity, which you have long denied your fellow man.
Generosity, ha! Nobody has ever shown me generosity.
You've never given them reason to.
And yet, there are some who still find enough warmth in their hearts, even for the likes of you.
No acquaintance of mine, I assure you.
You'll see.
There, here we are.
Why did you bring me to this old shack?
This is the home of your overworked, underpaid employee, Bob Cratchit.
What's she cooking, a canary?
Surely they have more food than that.
Look on the fire.
That's your laundry.
Not yet, children. We must wait for Tiny Tim.
Coming, Father. I'm coming.
Oh, my, look at all the wonderful things to eat.
We must thank Mr. Scrooge.
Tell me, Spirit, what's wrong with that kind lad?
Much, I'm afraid.
If these shadows remain unchanged, I see an empty chair where Tiny Tim once sat.
Then that means Tim will...
Where did they go?
Spirit, where are you?
Don't go. You must tell me about Tim.
Don't go.
Where did...
Who are you?
Are you the ghost of Christmas future?
Please, speak to me. Tell me.
What will happen to Tiny Tim?
Oh, no.
Spirit, I didn't want this to happen.
Tell me these events can yet be changed.
I've never seen a funeral like this one.
Honey, no mourners, no friends to bid him farewell.
Oh, well, let's rest a minute before we fill it in, eh?
But he ain't going nowhere.
Spirit, whose lonely grave is this?
Why, yours, Ebenezer, the richest man in the cemetery.
Please.
No, no, no.
We can't cover it.
Ouchie. Ouchie.
Let me out. Let me out.
I'm back in my own room.
It's Christmas morning. I haven't missed it.
The spirits have given me another chance.
Oh, I know just what I'll do. They'll be so surprised.
What a wonderful day.
Oh, there's so much to do.
I can't go out like this.
There.
Merry Christmas to one and all.
Well, blessed, good morning, gentlemen.
I've something for you.
Twenty gold sovereigns. Oh, no.
Not enough? Well, all right.
Fifty gold sovereigns.
Really, Mr. Scrooge, it's still not enough.
You drive a hard bargain. Here you are.
One hundred gold pieces and not a penny more.
Oh, thank you, Mr. Scrooge. Thank you.
And a Merry Christmas to you.
Ah, nephew.
Uncle Scrooge.
I'm looking forward to that wonderful meal of yours.
What have I done wrong?
You made me a comment?
Of course I am. You know how much I like candy fruits with spice sugar cakes.
I'll be over promptly too. Keep it piping hot.
A little, Mr. Scrooge, a meal.
And a very Merry Christmas to you.
Merry Christmas and keep the change.
Wonderful, lads.
And now for Crotchet.
Why, Mr. Scrooge, Merry Christmas.
Won't you come in?
Merry Christmas. I have another bundle for you.
But, sir, it's Christmas Day.
Christmas Day, indeed. Just another excuse for being lazy.
And another thing, Crotchet. I've had enough of this half-day off stuff.
You leave me no alternative to give you...
Toys.
Yes, toys. No, no, no, no.
I'm giving you a ring and making you my partner.
A partner?
Oh, thank you, Mr. Scrooge.
Merry Christmas, Bob.
And God bless us, everyone.
Joy to the children far and near.
What a wonderful time of year.
We deserve it just friends who say...
Merry, Merry Christmas.
Merry, Merry Christmas.
Oh, what a day we've had.
Merry, Merry Christmas.