Santa Claus

A way up in the heavens, far out in space.

In a beautiful gold and crystal palace right above the North Pole.

Lives a kind and jolly old gentleman. Santa Clause. Also known as Saint Nicholas.

The best friend of boys and girls everywhere.

But let's move in for a closer look.

Come along.

It's almost christmas, and I must finish the toys

for all the good children on Earth.

I hope you'll pardon me, but you I musn't be late.

This is Santa's toyland, a sort of international toy factory.

Here are gathered boys and girls of different races and creeds.

They have come from many lands to help Santa bring joy and hapiness

to all of the Earth's children. These little helpers are from Africa.

Here are Santa's helpers from Spain.

Chinks from China lend a hand as well.

Boys and girls from England.

London bridges falling down, falling down, falling down.

London bridges falling down. My fair lady.

Japan also helps Santa.

Talented children from the Orient.

Even Russia has a delegation.

The group from France.

Headed by Evette and Pierre.

German boys and girls help Santa too.

Here's a happy song from Italy.

The islands of the Caribbean.

The South American group includes Brazil and Argentina.

The countries of Central America.

Children from the U.S.A.

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.

Mary had a little lamb. It's fleece was white as snow.

It followed her to school one day, school one day, school one day.

It followed her to school one day, which was against the rule.

A neighborly group of helpers from Mexico.

Hello there.

Santa, do you like this devil?

Ah? Devil? Now let's see.

Don't think anybody ordered this. Well now.

How does it work? What is the sense of it?

Like this Santa. You must light it.

Let's have it.

Stop. I Lucifer, king of Hades command you to stop and disappear.

Begone! All of you!

Except Pitch

You Pitch, chief of all my demons must listen closely.

The time is almost here when you must abandon the

brimstone pits and journey up to Earth.

But this time you must not fail as you have done in the past.

You must not be defeated by that bearded old goat. Santa Clasue!

If you do not defeat him, makeing all the children of

the Earth do evil. You shall be punished.

And instead of red hot coals, you will eat chocolate ice cream.

No. No Lucifer. King of all evilness.

Not that. By the horns of everything satanic I beg you.

Form there I must not eat. Frozen meals are bad for me.

Especially chocolate. It's very bad for my digestion,

which is so delicate.

Yes I promise oh priceless Prince of Hades. That by many words I will

finish your Santa forever, and see that the children commit terrible deeds,

and make Santa Clause angry.

Well then. And show the world who is its real master.

So be it Lucifer.

Demons of Hades transport me to Earth.

And so the devil rose to Earth.

You heard what he said to Lucifer, but will he be able to keep his promise?

On Earth, the children can hardly wait for Christmas day.

They gaze longly at the toys they hope Santa will bring them.

Here is a good little boy, who's daddy is quite rich.

This mother on the other hand is very poor, and this is her daughter Lupita.

Her fondest dream is to own a doll. Any doll.

Who are these three? Say. It is rude to push and shove like that.

But the devil liked rude little boys, and it doesn't take him long to find them.

They're just right for his evil plan.

Well, one thing is certain. The devil has turned them against Santa Clause.

Suddenly he is with them again.

Out of nowhere, he produces three rocks,

and his evil plan goes into action.

This is bad.

Oh! Ah! Darn that devil. Oh, I'm sorry,

but that old devil is only been annoying me with his mischief.

If I could only go down there now, I'd put him in his place.

Heh. What everyone knows I can only go down to earth

on Christmas eve, and not before.

In the meantime...

A short while ago, I found a devil with four children,

and one was a poor little girl. Do you know who they are?

I got their names. The bad boys are... No no no no no.

The naughty boys are not important. They will get punished in due course.

The ones I must reward are the other children, like the good little girl.

I got their names right here. The girl is called...

Ah. Better look through the telescope Pedro. We'll find out what they're doing.

This is Santa's magic observatory. What wonderful instruments.

The Ear-O-Scope. The Tele-Talker that knows everything.

The Cosmic Telescope. The Master Eye. Nothing that happens on Earth

is not known to Santa Clause.

By thy magic powers, look for the child we're seeking.

Whether she's in a cave or behind a million mountains.

All ready.

I think I found the girl.

Where. Where is she?

In mexico.

Yes, it's lupita alright. And she is still dreaming about

that doll she wants for Christmas.

Lupita isn't thinking of stealing that doll. Is she?

NO. No, Lupita. You shouldn't steal. Put it back.

Lupits. Lupita, come here.

It's yours. Nobody saw you take it Lupita. They have more, and they won't miss it.

What does one little doll matter? Don't you see?

You haven't got any toys. Keep it. Hmm?

Don't listen to him Lupita. It's bad to steal, and you will be sorry.

That's right. Put it back. Good girl.

Curses! Curses!

Silly girl. Now you're gonna have to do without a dolly.

Littles girls will steal, or do without the things they like. Oh!

That's not true Lupita. If you are good, somehow you'll be rewarded.

Hooray for her. Hooray for her. All my friends can ignore the devil.

All they need to win, is to be good in spirit.

...and the other children?

Come Pedro. Find them.

By thy magic powers, look for the child we're seeking.

Whether he is in a cave or behind a million mountains.

Okay.

He's sleeping soundly. His dream will appear on the Dream-Scope.

Connect the antenna for the Dream-Scope.

Let's watch the little rich boy's dream.

How strange, and what large gift boxes. Would these be toys?

Why... They contain what a child loves best. His parents.

A dream is a wish that the heart makes.

That little child is not wealthy. He gets everything he wishes

just by asking his parents.

The only thing this child wants is the love of his parents.

Don't they love him?

Maybe they do, and maybe they don't.

But soon he may find out the truth.

...and Lupita? What do you think she might wish?

If she is alreay sleeping, we might be able to see her dream.

I wonder if our child is dreaming.

I recall when I was a little girl.

I often would dream of great riches.

that I had all the things I wish for, and...

not a care in the world.

but at times, I also dream with the devil.

Confounded devil. Why can't he leave Lupita alone?

Oh. Just look at the old busy body.

He'll want to make Lupits steal again. He'll be part of her dream.

How awful.

Better look at her dream now.

I've got me a dolly all dressed up in blue.

She is very pretty and in new blue shoes.

While I took her shopping she got sick and then.

When I took her home she got well again.

Why don't you steal her. We can all be yours.

No. You know that stealing is bad. And I want to be good.

But you must learn to steal.

No. You know that stealing is bad. And I want to be good.

We dolls don't like good little girls.

No. To steal is evil, and I don't want to be evil.

You must be evil if you want the doll.

No. You know you shouldn't be evil., and I don't want to be evil.

Steal. Tell a lie and we will all be yours.

No. I don't want to be evil. And telling lies is evil.

You want to be good, eh? Do you want to be bad?

No. You know stealing is bad, and I want to be good.

Well then, you'll never get a doll.

Mama, mama.

Poor little child.

Believe me, that old Pitch is going to pay for this.

The very minute I get to Earth he will pay for what he is doing.

And the three little boys, the ones who broke the windows,

maybe they have done more mischief.

Yes. Look for them.

The three boys are beneath a large bed,

but they're speaking in a low voice.

Let's tune in the Ear-Scope.

Now we will learn exactly what they are planning.

I've got it. We'll break our neighbor's window.

Yeah, and we'll steal that kid's toys. He's got a lot of them.

If we were good boys, we'd get toys too.

What's the fun in that? It's no fun to be good.

Anyway, Santa Clause doesn't care about us.

He's too far away.

Let's write him a letter and tell him we've been good as angels.

Do you think he is going to fall for that?

Sure he will. I bet he can't even see well enough.

Too old to know what goes on.

What? Me too old?

Heh, the devil is very many centuries older than I am.

Those youngsters have got their nerve.

Next to the devil, I'm just a child.

It's just that I haven't been well lately.

Bah, hah!

That really makes me...

Let's see who those boys are. We'll see what they are up to.

Oh Ho.

There you are, you little rascsls.

Well, you might as well know I can see and hear everything you say.

I know when you've been bad or good.

- Did you hear that? - I'll say. Let's get outta here.

My dear, Santa Clause. The only That I thing I wish for

is that my parents can stay with me