Rescuing the Rescuer

Oh, this is your friend Tim again. Say, we have an exciting chapter about Jump Jump's Christmas Adventure today. So be sure and listen closely. I am again. It was all wonderful. Being up at the North Pole with my friends from Holiday House.

Merry Holiday. Hot you positive of clowns, sleepy, slim, the lion, the poet. And oh, of course, Jump Jump. That little elf was only three inches tall. He was jumping into everything that morning, and we had quite a time keeping him from waking poor Santa Claus up.

I say poor Santa because he hadn't slept for a week having been so worried about his reindeer who had been stolen by their selfish ice cream. We had to find that ice cream, but more about that in a minute.

Because he was so taken in with his little Jennifer, the doll I had carved for him. Jennifer was just his size, a little sister doll who looked just like him. Long red ear, pointed ears and round black eyes.

The little elf was sitting beside his sister doll on the back of a toy for a dog before the fire. Pretending he was taking Jennifer for a ride. Mmm, mmm. Hey, gang, what are you playing now, Jump Jump?

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm. Jump Jump, how clearly you speak. Very holiday, everybody. Listen to Jump Jump. He's speaking clear than ever before. Say something, Jump Jump. Rap, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll. Wonderful, you're speaking slowly enough for everybody to understand.

I'll bet you practice. Oh, for that, pfft. Oh, oh, pfft. Oh, pfft. Oh, pfft. So you're a lion, hanger, huh? Oh, pfft. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Are you scared in the jungle?