Mickey's Magical Christmas - Snowed in at the House of Mouse

Well, everybody, that's our show.

Thanks for spending Christmas Eve at the House of Mouse.

Here's wishing everybody a merry Christmas

and a safe trip ho-ho-home.

Boy. What a great show.

Mickey, it was just wonderful.

And now we can all celebrate our own Christmas at home.

But we can't go home.

- We're snowed in. - Well, this is a fine predicament.

Aw, it can't be that bad.

Aw, no.

- Did you hear, Belle? We can't go home. - We can always build a home.

l'm sure Mickey will think of something.

l thought of something. We can have our own Christmas party right here.

That's a wonderful idea.

Aw, humbug.

Humbug? What's wrong, Donald?

Once again he just doesn't have the Christmas spirit.

We'll see about that.

Hot cocoa and cookies comin' through.

Now this Christmas party is really starting to warm up.

- Hey, Mickey, look what l found. - Oh, boy.

A box of our all-time favourite Christmas stories.

- Humbug. - Bug? We'll have what he's having.

Timon, l think that ''humbug'' is something that you say

when you don't have any Christmas spirit.

Come on, Donald. This'll get you into the spirit of the season. lt's a story about you.

- Snowman contest? - Today?

We're gonna win.

Oh, boy. We're gonna win for sure.

Wait. We're not done yet.

Oh, boy. Nothing beats a day of ice-skating.

Aw, nuts.

lt works.

Hey. Why, l oughta...

Aw, phooey.

Hey, look. lt's Mickey Mouse.

Whew. Safe at last.

What...?

Hello.

We have a winner. And here is your prize.

- Did seein' that help your Christmas spirit? - Oh, humbug.

l have an idea what might help. Hearing some yuletide wishes.

Good idea, Minnie,

cos earlier today l went out on the street to see what everybody wanted.

- What would you like for Christmas? - That's easy. My two front teeth.

Already got those.

The lamp. Get me the lamp.

What do we want for Christmas? How about bunk beds?

No strings to hold me down.

- Bugs, grubs, worms and beetles. - And air freshener.

Your voice will do nicely.

l wish l wasn't a dumb old llama any more.

What do l wish for Christmas, Mickey?

l wish that everyone will find their inner beauty.

- You know, you're all l wish for, Minnie. - Aw, Mickey, that's sweet.

Now what do you say we keep the party going

with Professor Ludwig Von Drake and ''The Science of Santa''.

Today the professor is going to explain how Santa can fly all over the world

in only one cute little night.

lf there was milk and cookies there waiting for me

l'd be flyin' all over the place myself.

Ludwig. Have you been in the cookie jar again?

Not now, Mommy. l'm doing my little science demonstration.

What was l talking about? Oh, yes.

Santa Claus is getting everywhere so fast

because he is driving this turbo-charged Santa sleigh with dual toy bags.

This buggy goes so fast that Santa can be in more than one place at the same time.

Hello there.

Look what l brought for me - the cookie jar.

- Ludwig. - Quick. Step on it.

OK, admit it. Hearing all about Santa had to help put you in the Christmas spirit.

- Right, Donald? - Nothing seems to be working.

Even my trusted pup Pluto wants to help out.

Well, then, what do you say we show a story about Pluto?

How about the one where Pluto and l pick out our Christmas tree together?

OK, Pluto. Let's get our tree.

Hey, get a load of that.

- He'll never find us. - You're telling me.

- What was that? - l don't know.

Oh, boy.

OK, Pluto.

All right?

Come on. Let's go.

Hey, wake up.

Well, what do you know?

Well, Pluto, that's it.

Hey. Cut it out.

There. ls that better?

Oh, Pluto.

OK, l'll light the candles.

There.

Thank you.

Let's go.

Pluto. Get out of there. What do you think you're... Hey, cut it out. Hey, watch out.

You dumb mutt. Now look what you've done to our...

Pluto. We've got chipmunks in our tree.

Cute little fellows.

Pluto.

After all, it is Christmas.

Deck the halls with boughs of holly

Fa la la la la, la-la, la, la

'Tis the season to be jolly

Fa la la la la, la-la, la, la

Don we now our gay apparel

Fa-la-la, la, la-la-la, la, la

Troll the ancient yuletide carol

Gee, that was swell.

lsn't it nice seeing everybody get along?

Donald, l wish you'd have the Christmas spirit. You have so much to be thankful for.

- Uh-huh. Like l'm thankful for Mickey. - And l'm thankful for my new hat.

Say, what's everybody else thankful for?

l'm thankful for friendly mice who make nice evening wear.

l'm thankful for laughter, joy,

and the high-spirited glee that fills my heart to overflowing.

All right, all right, people. Listen up. Mushu's on stage now, so pay attention.

Time to give thanks for the important stuff.

l'd like to thank the Guardian Spirits. Yeah, you guys, l love ya.

And Mulan for makin' me a great big movie star.

All right, all right. Hold your horseflies. l see ya.

l'm thankful for the ''little people'' too.

But we don't even know him.

The one thing l'm thankful for most is my hat.

All hats, in fact, if you can believe that.

Hats that are tall, and hats that are small,

and hats that are totally off of the wall.

Hats that are solely for use by Stromboli,

and hats which are made up of giant broccoli.

l'm grateful for hats of all shapes and all sizes,

but l love my hat best cos it's full of surprises.

There now, Donald. You see? There's lots of reasons to have the Christmas spirit.

Aw, l don't know.

Now, why don't you take a look at how l decorated my house today?

Jingle those bells, boys.

Mickey. Look.

Aw. The Nutcracker. Why, even Donald's gonna love that.

Now here's a Christmas story with a new twist.

And it was made all the sweeter because of my Mickey.

Gosh.

lt is December 24th, Christmas Eve.

Young Maria has been waiting all day for this moment.

lt's so beautiful.

Christmas is here.

Everything shone and glittered in the loveliest manner.

Who - oh, who - could describe them all?

l can.

Now, this here is a nice little dolly.

And here's a kooky cuckoo clock.

And look. lt's a choo-choo train.

Excuse me. l am trying to narrate.

Well, you said you wanted someone to describe all of this stuff here.

That was a rhetorical question. Pretend like l'm not here.

How do you expect me to ignore a big, booming voice

- that's blabbedy-blabbering all the time? - Just ignore me.

All right, have it your way.

Somebody could use a little istmas-Chray irit-spay.

This year, Godpapa Drosselmeier had made a special gift for young Maria.

All right, little one. Now, this took me all...

lt had taken him all year to build.

Right. All year.

- lt's a beautiful... - A beautiful nutcracker doll.

Aw, you're no narrator. You're just a great big surprise-spoiler.

- lgnore me and just give her the doll. - Fine, fine.

All right. Here's the no-longer-a-surprise nutcracker.

Take it already.

He's so handsome.

Thank you. You know, l have been taking care of myself.

l've been doing some jogging and weightlifting and...

You're talking about the doll. Yeah, he's cute too.

l just love it. Thank you, Godpapa Drosselmeier.

Wait a minute. He's not supposed to dance.

Must be a loose cogwheel in here somewhere.

You broke him.

Right. Just for that, l'm kicking you out of the story.

l'll take the greatest care of you

and nurse you till you're quite better and happy again.

There. Just as handsome as ever.

lf only you were real, l could dance with you.

Maria thought she saw the Nutcracker smile.

Perhaps it was a trick of the light, perhaps something else.

Maria, l want to thank you for your kindness.

Maria was no longer frightened.

ln the twinkling of the Christmas lights,

her beloved Nutcracker looked more handsome and dashing than ever.

Suddenly there began a sort of wild kickering and squeaking,

loudly and all about.

My God. lt's... lt's... the Mouse King.

l don't wanna be the Mouse King. This is ridiculous.

Bye-bye.

Wait. Donald. You know the Mouse King wins.

- He does? - Yes, yes.

The Mouse King wins in the end. You get the girl.

Oh boy, oh boy. l'll do it.

The Mouse King - who will win in the end - had come for Maria.

He wanted her to be his queen.

Don't worry. l'll protect you.

Oh, no.

Something screwy going on here.

- Heya, Mickey. - Goofy. What are you doing here?

- You're not in The Nutcracker. - l am now.