Frosty the Snowman Page #2

Think, nasty, think, nasty,

think nasty. [Evil laughter].

# He'll be back again some daaaaaaaaaay.

Now actually, a refrigerated

boxcar is a splendid way to travel.

Splendid that is... if one is a

snowman or a furry coated rabbit.

But for Karen...

[Sneeze] Are you cold, Karen?

Now that's a silly question.

You wouldn't be sneezing

if you weren't cold.

Well... just... just a lit... little.

[Sneeze]

Frosty realized that Karen had to

get out of that car as soon as possible.

So when the little

freight train stopped to

let an express full of happy

Christmas travelers pass,

Frosty took advantage of the

opportunity and quickly got them all off.

Oh, you tricked me! No fair!

The only thing professor Hinkle

could do was make a jump for it.

[Bonk, Ping, Tinkle, Scrabble, Doink]

[Howling wind]

Frosty wanted to get as far away

as he could before Hinkle woke up.

[Hocus' teeth chatter]

[Sneeze]

But the woods through which

they traveled were still bitterly cold.

Hocus, I've got to get Karen

all warmed up or she's a gonner!

I can't make a fire. Oh boy,

that's one thing I really can't do.

I guess we just better keep

moving until we find somebody who can.

Then suddenly they came upon a

tiny glen which seemed almost magical.

For it was Christmas

eve and the woodland

animals were all decorating

for their big celebration.

They knew Santa was to come that night

and they wanted everything

to be just right.

Hocus, speak to the animals.

See if they won't all pitch

in and build a fire for Karen.

[Squeaky noises]

The animals were delighted to help.

so they found a spot away from the glen

where the fire wouldn't

catch on to the trees.

Soon there was a spark and in almost

no time a splendid

fire was crackling away.

Frosty was careful to stay

far away from the flames.

Hocus, we've got to find someone

to help Karen get home before she freezes.

And me to the north pole

before I melt, but who?

No, not the Marines.

No, not the president of the United States.

Oh, they were both swell ideas,

but we've got to find someone nearby.

Yeah, Santa Claus. That's a great idea.

Why didn't I think of that before?

Hocus, you go back with the animals and

when Santa comes, you bring him right here.

Understand?

Hurry now!

So Frosty kept a silent vigil,

waiting patiently all through the

night until Santa would arrive.

But suddenly...

Oh, a campfire.

Well isn't that all snug and comfy?

[Evil laughter]

[Professor Hinkle blows]

No! Don't!

Now give me that hat or else!

Or else what?

Well don't bother me with details,

give me that hat!

Get on my shoulders, Karen!

You see, Frosty, since

he was made of snow

himself was the fastest

belly-whopper in the world.

And old professor Hinkle

was soon far outdistanced.

And now it was Frosty's

good fortune that right

at the bottom of the

hill was a tiny greenhouse

used to grow precious tropical

poinsettias for Christmas.

It's got to be all warm and snug inside

for those Christmas flowers

to grow so beautiful.

Let's go in.

Oh, but, but you will melt!

Just a little. I'll only stay

inside for a minute.

Besides, I've been meaning to

take off a little weight anyway.

Whew, stay in here much longer and

I'll really make a splash in the world.

Now I've got you, and the minute you're

all melted the hat will

be mine! [Evil laughter]

Santa had arrived but was he too late?

Hocus explained the situation to Santa,

who (as you know) speaks a fluent rabbit.

And when they didn't find

Frosty and Karen on the hill...

Santa followed Frosty's path in

the snow to the greenhouse.

But when they got inside,

a terrible sight met their eyes.

[Karen weeping]

[Sad music plays]

# (Very slowly) Frosty

the snowman was a happy,

jolly soul with a corn-cob pipe and a

button nose and two eyes made out of coal.

They were too late.

Too late? Why, nonsense!

Don't cry, Karen.

Frosty's not gone for good.

You see, he was made out of Christmas snow

and Christmas snow can

never disappear completely.

Oh, it sometimes goes away

for almost a year at a time

and takes the form of

Spring and Summer rain,

but you can bet your boots that

when a good jolly

December wind kisses it,

it will turn in to Christmas

snow all over again!

Yes, but he was my friend.

[Chuckle] Just watch.

Wait a minute!

I want that hat and I want it now!

Don't you dare touch that!

And just what are YOU going to do about it?

If you so much as lay a finger on the brim,

I'll never bring you another

Christmas present as long as you live.

Never?

Never!

No more trick cards or magic balls or...

No more anything.

Oh, that's not fair.

I mean, we evil magicians

have to make a living too.

Now you go home and

write "I am very sorry

for what I did to Frosty"

a hundred zillion times.

And then maybe, just maybe, mind you...

you'll find something in your

stocking tomorrow morning.

A new hat maybe?

Oh, yes sir. Goodbye everyone.

Sorry to lose and run,

but I've got to get busy writing.

Busy busy busy!

Come on, Frosty, we're all waiting for you.

Happy Birthday!

#Frosty the snowman is

a fairy-tale they say.

He was made of snow but the children

know how he came to life one day.

And so Santa took Karen home and made

ready to bring Frosty

back to the north pole.

Karen hated to say goodbye to Frosty,

but as Santa promised, Frosty returned every

year with the magical Christmas snow.

And every year there was a great

celebration with a great Christmas parade.

#Thumpity thump thump thumpity

thump. Look at that Frosty go.

Thumpity thump thump thumpity

thump. Over the hills of snow.

#Frosty the snowman,

was a jolly, happy soul.

With a corn-cob pipe and a button

nose, and two eyes made out of coal.

And with Frosty the snowman,

Christmas was always very merry indeed.

You have a merry Christmas too!

#Frosty the snowman

had to hurry on his way,

but he waved goodbye

saying don't you cry.

I'll be back on Christmas day!

Merry Christmas - To: Robyn. From: Dan.

And Merry Christmas to

the pirates of the intarnets!

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