01x15 - A Vision of Sugar Plums

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Darrin?

I'm right here, sweetheart.

Oh, hi there.

I'll be dressed in a minute.

Good. We're due at the
orphanage in half an hour.

Did you get the tree?
Oh, yes, yes, I got it.

How much was
it? Eighteen dollars!

Mm-hm.

And they wanted five
dollars extra delivery charge.

Must be pretty big.

Yes, it was pretty big
all right, but I got it home.

Good, honey. I'll be
down in a few minutes

to take it out of the car.

Oh, no, no, Darrin. Don't
bother. I can manage.

Five dollars delivery
charge! Hmph!

Good!

Hurry up, Abner!

What's the rush, Gladys?
The kid isn't running away.

Abner!

All right, I'm coming, Gladys.

I'm just excited, Abner.

After all, I've never
been a mother before.

Don't be getting any
ideas. What do you mean?

We're taking a kid home
to spend Christmas with us.

Christmas. That's
all. Understand?

Will you please try and
keep an open mind, Abner?

It's open, but
it's also made up.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon. We're
Mr. & Mrs. Kravitz.

Oh, how do you do?

I'm Mrs. Grange, the director.

Now, let's see.
You came for, uh...

A boy. Tommy Becker.

That's right. Yes, of course.

Which one is he?

Well, he was standing
around the tree a minute ago.

There he is!

The sandy-haired boy
in the striped sweater.

Would you like me
to introduce you?

Oh, no, that's all right. We'll
just go over and say hello.

Fine. Let me know when
you're ready to leave.

Thank you, Mrs. Grange.

Oh, no. It's we who
thank you, Mrs. Kravitz.

Hello, Tommy. Hello.

What would you like Santa Claus
to bring you for Christmas, Tommy?

I don't need anything.

Sounds like a nice boy.

Hey, Tommy, you're gonna come
home and spend Christmas with us.

Would you like that? Uh-huh.

That's wonderful.

Now you stay right here, and we'll
tell Mrs. Grange we're ready to leave.

Do you suppose Santa Claus will be
coming to your house on Christmas?

He'll be there.

The 15th of every
month after that.

What you want, Michael?

You let my Santa Claus alone.

You still believe
in that kid stuff?

It's not kid stuff.

Oh, yeah? What's Santa
Claus gonna bring you?

Lots of things, that's what.

I bet you get nothing.

You wanna bet?
Yeah, I wanna bet.

I think that's everything. If
you'll just sign this for m...

Oh, dear!

Tommy! Tommy! Oh!

Boys! Boys!

Tommy! Michael!
Stop this at once!

Stop it, I say! Now, get up.

Boys! Tommy! Michael!
I'm ashamed of both of you!

He said Christmas
was a lot of bunk!

Oh, you're gonna
have a black eye!

Come on, Tommy. We'll
get you a steak for that.

What's the matter
with cold cuts?

Michael, some very nice people

have come to take you home
with them for the holidays.

This is Mr. & Mrs. Stephens.

Hello, Michael. Hi, Mike.

Hello.

Oh, my. Here.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Perhaps we better complete
the necessary arrangements.

Yes, why don't you?

Darrin, Michael and I
will wait for you here.

Fine.

Would you come over to
my desk, Mr. Stephens?

All right. See you later.

Mm-hm.

Well?

What was the fight all about?

I didn't start it.

Ah. Self-defense, huh?

I won't tell anybody.

Well, just 'cause I busted
his little old Santa Claus,

he punched me in the nose.

Why'd you do that?

You must've had a
reason. He called me a liar.

Ah. Well, that wasn't very nice.

Sure wasn't.

Were you? Lying, I mean.

Of course not.

Christmas is a lot of bunk
and so is Santa Claus.

You don't really believe that.

Sure I do. Don't you?

Uh-uh. Not me. I know better.

Baloney.

You better be careful,

or you're apt to get
another punch in the nose.

Now that they've had a chance
to talk, he's coming to warn you.

Oh?

He's gonna say, "Don't
waste your time with Michael,

because he's a problem child."

Are you?

Uh, honey, may I speak
to you for a minute?

Sweetheart, Mrs. Grange tells me

that Michael has been somewhat
of a problem around here.

Oh.

He's a troubled child, if
you know what I mean.

Yes, I can see that.
No, it's serious, Sam.

There was a couple
that adopted him.

Twice they had
to bring him back.

Mrs. Grange is of the opinion

that he's not the sort of
a child who would enjoy

or appreciate spending
Christmas with us.

I'm sure that Mrs.
Grange means well.

But I think that Michael
is exactly the sort of child

that has to spend
Christmas away from here

with people like us.

Well, Sam... Please, Darrin?

Okay. I just hope he
knows the meaning

of "Peace on Earth,
goodwill towards men."

How'd you make
out? I can't reach him.

Christmas doesn't
mean a thing to him.

He is the youngest
Scrooge I've ever seen!

Well, maybe when
he sees Santa Claus,

it'll touch off a
spark somewhere.

I don't know. Oh,
let's not give up yet.

Whatever it is that
disillusioned him,

we can't make it all up
to him in five minutes.

Okay. You take over. I'll
go practice my "Ho, ho, ho."

"And because of his tiny stature,
they called him Tom Thumb.

"They let him want for nothing,

"yet still the child
grew no bigger,

but remained the same
size as when he was born."

"Still he looked
out on the world

"with intelligent eyes,

and soon showed himself
a clever and agile..."

Oh, I'm sorry, Michael. I
didn't know you were asleep.

That's okay.

Maybe we better stop now, huh?

What was that? What?

Did you hear a
noise on the roof?

Uh-uh.

That's funny. I
could've sworn...

There it is again.

It's coming from downstairs
now. Didn't you hear it?

Yeah, just then I did.

It's probably Mr. Stephens.

Mr. Stephens had
to go to the village.

He won't be back for a while.

Michael! There's
someone downstairs!

Yeah? Who?

I don't know. I can't tell. Would
you mind coming with me?

Okay.

Put your slippers on. Okay.

Be very, very quiet.

Michael, look.

Well, what do you think
of Santa Claus now?

Well, by my beard,
I've been caught.

Here I thought me and my
reindeer were as quiet as mice.

Well, no matter. Ho, ho, ho!

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Stephens!

Merry Christmas, Michael!

Same to you, Mr. Stephens.

Who? What do you
mean? I'm Santa Claus.

Ho, ho, ho!

Don't you know me?
Where are you going?

Don't you wanna see what
Santa brought you, son?

I don't care what
you've brought me,

and I'm not your son.

Well, that about does it.

Don't be angry, sweetheart.

Look, honey, I've got as much
Christmas spirit as the next fellow,

but there's a limit to what
even Santa Claus can take.

I'm going to talk to him.

I wanna wish you good luck.

I'll need it.

Michael?

Michael, I thought we
were going to be friends.

You don't have to
treat me like a kid.

What do you mean?

I told you. There
ain't no Santa Claus.

Why do you say that?

Because I know. How do you know?

Santa Claus is a kid's
father stuffed with pillows.

Like Mr. Stephens. Like
in a department store.

Like my father used to be.

And all the kids used
to ask him for things,

and he used to tell me how
money didn't grow on trees,

and how there aren't
any real Santa Clauses.

They were all kids'
fathers stuffed with pillows.

Michael, suppose I
were to tell you that...

it really isn't
exactly that way.

Suppose I were to tell you

that there really
is a Santa Claus.

And I know because
I've talked to him.

Suppose I were to tell you
that. What would you say?

I'd say, "Prove it."

I can. How?

I can take you to the
North Pole to see him.

The North Pole?!

Mm-hmm.

Like that... practically.

No one can do that.

A witch can.

So I can.

Because I am a witch.

I don't believe you.

I suppose you
want me to prove it.

Mmm. Well, all right.

You ready?

How's that?

But where's your pointed hat?

Pointed hat?

Uh-huh.

Okay.

That's pretty good. But
where's your broom?

Broom, huh?

Can you ride it?

Of course!

Me too?

If you like.

Michael, how would you like
to take that little trip right now?

You mean now? Now.

Here. You better put this on.

It's apt to be a little chilly.

And don't forget your feet.

Now you can... What's going on?

Uh, excuse me, Michael.

What are you doing?

Darling, Christmas
Eve is almost over.

And we haven't gotten
anywhere with him.

I can't take him back tomorrow

as unhappy and disillusioned
as he was when he came.

Well... What are you gonna do?

I thought I'd take him
to see Santa Claus.

Another one? The real one.

The real...? Are you telling...?

Are you trying to tell
me there really is a...?

Of course there is, darling.

Where?

I mean, where...?
Where...? Where does he...?

Where does he live? Yeah.

The North Pole!

Oh, come on, Sam!

Well, it's true.

Why don't you come with us?

You're kidding.

No, I'm serious.

Me? Go to the North Pole?

To see Santa Claus?

Why not? It's Christmas.

All right.

By the time Santa gets
here, this tree will be loaded.

Are you sure he's gonna come?

I told you, he'll be here.

Oh, sure. Now, I'm
gonna do the dishes.

And by the time I'm finished,

it'll be time for you to
go to bed. Okay, Tommy?

♪ Good King
Wenceslas Looked out ♪

♪ On the feast of Stephen ♪

♪ On the... ♪

Abner! Abner, look!

Oh!

Oh!

Look where?

In the sky! Three of 'em.

Two big ones and a little
one. Did you see them, Abner?

Oh, sure, I did. Did you?

Did you really? - I sure did!

Did you see all three
of them? Why, certainly.

There was Donder and Blitzen

and Rudolph, the
red-nosed reindeer.

What are you
talking about, Abner?

I saw them as plain as day.

I didn't see no
Donder and Blitzen.

So it was Dancer and
Prancer. What's the difference?

They're probably
looking for the house now.

Why don't we sing so
they can fly in on the beam?

♪ Jingle bells, jingle
bells Jingle all the way ♪

Uh... Sing, Gladys, sing.

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open... ♪

Sleigh, Gladys. Sleigh.

♪ Hey, jingle
bells Jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way ♪
♪ All the way ♪

Here we are.

Where? Where?

The North Pole! Really?

Certainly. And that's
where Santa lives.

Who's out there?

Excuse me, but is
Mr. Claus very busy?

Of course he's very busy. What do
you think this is, the Fourth of July?

We won't keep him long. Will
you just tell him Samantha's here?

Samantha who?

Just tell him
Samantha. He'll know.

All right, but I'm not
promising anything.

Do you suppose he'll see us?

Oh, I'm sure of it.

Have you known him long?

Oh, yes.

A long time. Uh-huh.

He'll be right out. Make
yourselves at home.

Samantha!

Samantha! What
a pleasant surprise.

How are you, my dear?

Just fine, Santa.

And you?

Oh, just the same.
Always the same.

Oh, excuse me.

Santa, this is my
husband Darrin.

How do you do?
How do you do, Santa?

And this is Michael.

I'm very pleased to
meet you, Michael.

Won't you sit down? Come
on, Michael. Come sit over here.

I'm sorry I haven't got
much time to chat with you,

but I can at least
offer you a cup of tea

or a glass of milk, eh, Michael?

No, thank you, Santa.

Oh. Dennis?

Darrin, Santa.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

Uh, no, thank you.
Nothing for me, Santa.

It must be something
very important

that brought you
all the way up here.

What's the problem?

I think the problem's been
solved by just being here.

Those aren't pillows, are they?

You know, my boy,
sometimes I wish they were.

I've tried all kinds of
diets, but nothing works.

But then again,
if I got too thin,

my children might
not recognize me.

I'd know you.

Yes, I... I think you would.

But what difference does it make

how we look on the outside, eh?

It's what we feel on the
inside that counts, isn't it?

We all grow older, and
our eyes get weaker.

But what we've
seen with our hearts...

remains forever a
thing of joy and beauty.

Do you agree with that, sir?

Yes, I do, Santa.

Good. Now I must be going.

I've talked long
enough. But before I go,

I want you to tell me what
you'd like for Christmas.

I don't know.

I guess I haven't
thought much about it.

Oh.

Oh, well, then, take your time.

Just take a little look
around the display tables

and pick out something
nice for yourself.

Or maybe...

for someone else, hm?

Remember, Michael,

the real happiness of Christmas
isn't found in what we get,

but what we give.

Darrin? Hmm?

Sweetheart, wake up.

What? Hm? Wake up.

Oh. Michael's asleep.

I think you better take
him upstairs to bed.

Oh.

You know, I had
the strangest dream.

Oh? Yeah.

He was in it. And so were you.

We all went to the North
Pole to see Santa Claus.

How about that?

Sounds like fun. It was.

Brr.

Honey, turn the
heat up, will you?

Feels like snow.

I'm not gonna start
nothing, Tommy.

Then what did you
come over here for?

I got a present for you.

I didn't get nothing
for you, Michael.

That's okay. Why
don't you try it?

Gee, Michael, it's keen!

Where'd you get it?
Promise not to tell?

Cross your heart?

Last night we went
to the North Pole

to see Santa Claus.

Mr. & Mrs. Stephens and me.

You did?

How? On Mrs. Stephens' broom.

Abner!

What's the matter, Gladys?

I want you to come with me.

For what?

The little boy from the
Stephens' house is here.

He's talking with Tommy.

So?

Well, I just want you to hear
what they're saying. Come on.

Where did he go?

Michael? Oh, he had to go home.

Oh. Well, now, would
you tell Mr. Kravitz

what he told you about
where he went last night?

Where?

You know, with
Mr. & Mrs. Stephens

on her broom.

He didn't say anything
like that, Mrs. Kravitz.

But I heard you talking.

I was at the window
and I heard you talking

about going to the North Pole

to see Santa Claus.

Wait a minute, Abner. Uh...

Tommy, please tell Mr. Kravitz

about the North Pole.

Gladys... Wait a minute, Abner.

Abner, wait.

Now, please try to remember.
Tommy, try to remember.

Oh, I know. Abner,
wait. The broom.

The... The broom. The...
The broom, Tommy.

He didn't say anything
like that, Mrs. Kravitz.

Oh.

Gee, Mrs. Kravitz,

when a fella crosses his
heart, what can a fella do?

Take off.

Won't those sparks burn?

Whoops. Whoops. Watch it.

Oh, never mind. I'll get it.

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Stephens.

Merry Christmas, Mrs.
Grange. Won't you come in?

Thank you so much.

May I present
Mr. & Mrs. Johnson?

This is the young couple who's
been interested in Michael for so long.

Oh, I see. How do you do?

How do you do? We have
this little gift for Michael.

We hoped you wouldn't mind.

Of course not. Let's
all go in the living room.

Thank you.

Hello, Mrs. Grange.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Stephens.
Merry Christmas, Michael.

This is my husband. Darrin,
this is Mr. & Mrs. Johnson.

How do you do? Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

And merry Christmas
to you, Michael.

Thank you. You're very welcome.

I've got a present for you too.

I hope you like it.

I brought it all the way from...

From town.

It's a tool box.

It's got a hammer
and a saw and a drill.

I betcha if we could
find some wood,

we could build a
whole lot of great things.

W-would you really like to try?

I must've caught a cold
somewhere last night.

Well, come on! Let's open it!

You think we can
open it right now?

Goodbye, Michael.

Thank you for spending
Christmas with us.

Thank you, Mr. Stephens.
Goodbye, Mrs. Stephens.

Goodbye, Michael.

You come back and visit us, huh?

We'll certainly see
to that, Mrs. Stephens.

Goodbye. Bye.

Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

What was that, uh...?