'Twas the Night Before Christmas (1974 TV Movie)
George Gobel: Father Mouse
Father Mouse : Here's our first example of how you've ruined everyone's Christmas with your opinions.
Father Mouse : Merry Christmas, Mr. Trundle.
Joshua Trundle : Not very merry, I'm afraid.
Father Mouse : You were right, of course. And it's my fault, my family's.
Joshua Trundle : How so?
Father Mouse : My older boy, Albert. First he insulted Santa and then... I can hardly say it.
Joshua Trundle : Go on.
Father Mouse : I'm afraid he got into your clock to see how it worked, and then...
Joshua Trundle : Kerplunk.
Father Mouse : Kerplowie.
Joshua Trundle : So... that was it.
Father Mouse : The boy has repented; he's trying to make amends right now.
Albert : That's it! That's it, Father. I'll fix the clock by midnight, then maybe Santa will...
Father Mouse : You believe in Santa?
Albert : I don't know. I don't know. But I've learned that I still got a lot to learn.
Father Mouse : But son, you don't know how to fix a clock.
Albert : That's all right, Father. Copernicus knew.
Father Mouse : "'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse." Well, *I'm* stirring. If only I could sleep. If only I knew. We've got trouble, the boss and me. *Big* trouble. I mean, how would you feel if there was only three minutes till Christmas, and you didn't know whether...?
[he gets out of bed and paces the room]
Father Mouse : As we say when approaching a tall piece of cheddar - better start from the top.
[he stops pacing]
Father Mouse : The trouble began two months ago when the mailman came.
Mother Mouse : [reading the letter, not yet aware that Albert is its author] Dear Editor, Santa Claus is a fraudulent myth rooted in unconscious fantasies and emerging as a deceitful lie.
Father Mouse : P.S., the reindeer are phony, too.
Mother Mouse : Signed, "all of us".
Father Mouse : No wonder Santa's angry.
Mother Mouse : Who would send him a letter like *that*?
Boy Mouse : Big words. It sounds like the Mayor.
Father Mouse : Long words... long words... long words!
Father Mouse : [voiceover] The same thing was happening *all* over town as boys and girls got their letters back from Santa. No one knew what it meant, but we grownups knew one thing for sure: we were gonna do *everything* we could to find out.
Father Mouse : Which brings us to where we were: three minutes...
[as Father Mouse holds up his alarm clock, we hear an ominous chime, which is a signal that it's almost Christmas]
Father Mouse : Three seconds to Christmas!
[we now hear carolers singing "Silent Night"]
Father Mouse : No chimes. No song. No Santa.
Father Mouse : [after Albert tries out Mr. Trundle's model clock] What's the matter with you? You wanna wake everyone up?
Albert : That's pretty neat. Does it work in a gear and pinion principle or an AC synchronous motor?
Father Mouse : Well, it's more of a - a gear, what? Synchronous uh, who?
Albert : Ever since Copernicus, Dad, it was known that...
Father Mouse : Never mind, never mind, you may know algebra, son, but this time, the whole town's counting on this clock.
Father Mouse : Winter came and things got tough for the Trundles, and if you think they had it bad... we'd have swapped our whiskers for a peanut shell or a round ripe apple seed, but meals don't fall from empty tables. Then finally it was Christmas Eve.
Father Mouse : While the people were storming the Village Hall and the mayor was wishing he was somewhere else, *I* decided to give Mouse Bell a whirl and get the word from up north.
Father Mouse : This children's hospital once knew laughter. Best medicine there is, but not anymore.
Father Mouse : There's Davy Thomas. The best artist in school, he made that picture of Santa when he thought that Santa cared.
Father Mouse : Mr. Trundle's been hard at work making a special clock.
[pointing to the model clock]
Father Mouse : There's the model. When the clock strikes twelve on Christmas Eve, it'll play a song welcoming Santa. Does that sound like a man who doesn't believe?
Albert : A song?
[jumping onto the clock's face]
Albert : Is that when the hands come together like this?
[he turns the minute hand to 12, and music emits]
Father Mouse : [seeing Albert crying] What is it?
Albert : My fault... all my fault... I've ruined everyone's Christmas.
Father Mouse : I know. I know you wrote the letter, Albert. You told us so, and that was honest of you. But as you said, it *was* your opinion.
Albert : No, that isn't it. Something else.
Father Mouse : What else?
Albert : Mr... Mr. Trundle's clock - at the village hall. I... I wanted to see how it worked, so I climbed into it and...
Father Mouse : Kerplunk?
Albert : Kerplowie...
Father Mouse : You broke the clock?
Albert : I - I didn't mean it, Father; I'm sorry... so sorry...
Father Mouse : It's not enough to be sorry; when you've done something wrong, you have to correct the thing you did.
Father Mouse : [singing] There's more to the world than meets the eye when doubts in your mind give your heart a try. Let up a little on the "wonder why" and give your heart a try.
Boy Mouse : [seeing their letters they wrote to Santa are tossed down to them in the mail] Hey, wait a minute. This isn't for us, it's for Santa.
Girl Mouse : So's this.
Mother Mouse : And this.
Father Mouse : And this.
Boy Mouse : I spilled that ink. These are the letters we wrote to Santa.
Father Mouse : The letters we wrote to Santa - returned?