1966

Where is Christmas? It's Christmas! He opens in Causigga.

On the veranda is a bearded man in glasses, conducting a small choir. The Swiss Alps, too elderly scotch will munch on a rare cheese. Wonderful stuff, this Agnes.

Ah, it's wonderful stuff. I'm standing in the entrance to the main tent. Immediately behind me, the festivities have already begun. The same time as this in the captain's mess on board HMS Tremendous, the toast is being proposed.

Two hair majesty! Two hair majesty! Podgey the bear and Jasper were huddled around the on lit fire in the center of the room. No more matches, let Podgey! Said Jasper, then buy some Jasper old friend.

Said Podgey, make a list and afterwards we'll go to the shop and buy matches. There's no more paper to write on Podgey! No need to worry, Jasper. You keep saying to yourself, matches. And I'll keep saying candles until we reach the shop.

Then we won't need to write it down. We'll remember. We'll remember the puns, Podgey. We both will, Jasper. Candles? Matching. Candles? Matching. Candles? Matching. Candles? In the long dark corridors of Felpin Mention's, adore slams.

And the shadowy figure of Count Baldur appears. The Count is the eccentric son of Baron Landsberg, the inventor of the rack. He speaks. Good and dark, man of dominant Helen, welcome to Count in Mantis.

I'll club you and show you to your own. But what? That jail the ladies and gentlemen to their own. Yes, sir. Count his way, please. Yes, don't you worry on that score. I hear the barrolytes, sir. I hear the barrolytes.

Good old shoes. Yes, I don't. Right, well they're all melody, aren't they? No. Don't you worry, I'll play this one. He liked this one. Listen to this one. Please don't bring your band your band. Don't give that to.