Winter Wonderland Page #2

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it was during the Christmas season

that something happened to him

that would change his life forever.

Let's go far back in time

to merry old England

when knighthood was in flower

and miraculous things did happen.

Here's to victory in London

for my son, Kay.

Sir Kay.

I've been knighted, don't forget.

Of course, son, of course.

Here's to Sir Kay. And, who knows,

the future king of all England.

Watch it, will you?

Kay, the king?

What a dreadful thought.

Sir Ector!

Hobbs has come down

with the mumps.

He's all puffed up like a toad.

Then Kay will need another squire,

hang it all.

- Wart, you're it.

- I'm what, sir?

- Kay's squire. You're off to London.

- Sir Ector.

For the crown of all England,

let the tournament begin.

Kay! Now it's up to the swords.

Swords? Oh, no!

- Kay?

- What?

I forgot your sword.

Forgot my sword?

I left it back at the inn.

Why, you bumbling little fool. I...

You'd better get it

or don't you dare come back.

Let me in. Let me in.

Somebody, please. Please, let me in.

It's no use, boy.

They've all gone to the tournament.

What'll I do?

Kay's got to have a sword.

Well, boy, look.

There, in the churchyard.

A sword. Archimedes, a sword.

You're going to have a time

pulling it out.

Watch it, boy.

Leave it alone.

But Kay's got to have a sword.

Now, come on, quick.

Let's get out of here.

I believe you're up next, son.

Better get ready.

Kay. Here's a sword.

This is not my sword.

Hold on, Kay. Wait a minute.

"Who so pulleth out this sword..."

It's the sword in the stone.

The sword in the stone. It can't be.

- But, look. It is.

- It's the marvellous sword.

Hold everything. Someone's pulled

the sword from the stone.

Where did you get it, Wart?

I pulled it out of an anvil

that was on a stone

in a churchyard.

- Funny.

- The lad's a young Samson.

You're making a fool of us, boy.

Now, tell the truth.

But I did, sir.

Then, come on. Prove it.

To the stone with you.

- Yes. Prove it.

- Come on. Prove it.

Alright, boy. Let's have the miracle.

Now, wait a minute.

Anyone can pull it

once it's been pulled.

Go to it, Kay.

Give it all you've got.

Put your back into it.

Push him, I say.

- Hold on. That's not fair.

- I say we let the boy try it.

That's what I say.

Give the boy a chance.

Go ahead, son.

It's a miracle. Ordained by heaven.

This boy is our king.

Well, by Jove.

What's the lad's name?

Wart. I mean, Arthur.

Hail, King Arthur.

Hail, King Arthur.

Long live the king.

Now, let's travel

high over the mountains

to the castle nestled in its peaks

to visit our dear friend, Belle.

No matter what time of year it is,

she's always filled with joy

and the Christmas spirit.

There is more

to this time of year

Than sleigh bells and holly,

mistletoe and snow

Those things come and go

much deeper than snow

Stronger than the strongest love

we'll know

We'll ever know

As long as there's Christmas

I truly believe

That hope is the greatest

of the gifts we'll receive

As long as there's Christmas,

we'll all be just fine

A star shines above us,

lighting your way and mine

Just as long as there's Christmas,

there will be Christmas pud

Tons of turkey

And cranberry sauce,

and mince pies, if we're good

Lots of logs on the fire

Lots of gifts on the tree,

all wrapped up in red ribbons

Wonder if there's one for me

We're due for a party,

where on earth do we start?

I may wear my tiara

you bought me in Montmartre

- All the silver will sparkle

- And the china will gleam

And we'll all be as shiny

as a brand-new centime

After dinner, we'll play games

Till the morning breaks through

Then we'll meet in the garden,

this is what we shall do

We will build a snowman

that will reach to the sky

It will stay up until July

What are you doing? Stop!

Put me down. Put me down.

This is ridiculous.

Everyone knows

that the lights go on first.

I don't want to go

all the way up there on the top.

As long as there's Christmas,

I truly believe

That hope is the greatest

of the gifts we'll receive

As long as there's Christmas,

we'll all be just fine

There'll always be Christmas

So there always will be a time

When the world is filled with peace

And love

We're going to have

the greatest Christmas ever.

I hope so, Chip.

Come here, son.

Listen.

The good book says the Lord provides.

There's food on every tree.

I see no reason to worry and work.

No, sir. Not me.

The world owes us a living

You shouldn't soil your Sunday pants,

like those other foolish ants.

Come on,

let's play and sing and dance.

Hi, Queenie.

You'll change that tune

when winter comes

and the ground

is covered with snow.

Wintertime's a long way off.

You dance? Let's go.

The world owes us a living

You shouldn't soil your Sunday pants,

like those other foolish ants.

Come on, let's play

and sing and dance.

Food. Food.

O Madam Queen, wisest of ants,

don't throw me out.

Please give me a chance.

With ants,

just those who work may stay.

So take your fiddle...

...and play.

I owe the world a living

I owe the world a living

I've been a fool the whole year long

And now I'm singing a different song

You were right, I was wrong

Well, well, Pluto. Who's your friend?

Nice little kitty-kitty.

Hungry?

Don't let that bug bustle in.

Who's it going to be? You or him?

Don't take that devil's bad advice.

Be a good dog. Treat him nice.

Ah, that guy talks in riddles.

Look, he's stealing your grub.

Now he's stealing your bed.

Ain't I told you that three is a mob?

You gotta get him out of here, see?

OK, stupid. Get a load of this.

Lay off the sentiment. Lay off.

Now, give him the works.

Nice going, sap. He'll take the rap.

Stupid, scram!

Bianca, who did it?

Pluto.

Get out and stay out.

You can't blame me.

How did I know that sardine

was going to turn stool pigeon?

Save him, Pluto.

Save the poor little kitty.

Be kind. Be merciful. Be...

Let it drown.

He got you kicked out, didn't he?

- You must save him.

- Nah, don't be a sap.

- Yes.

- No.

- Yes!

- No!

Yes!

Pipe down. You make me sick.

He's a pushover.

Now save that kitty.

How did you get out here?

Pluto, old boy.

Kindness to animals, my friend,

will be rewarded in the end.

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