Boy #1: What shall we call him? Should we call him Harold?
Boy #2: Uh, Bruce?
Girl #1: Christopher Columbus?
Children: Oh, no.
Boy #3: Oatmeal?
Narrator: 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. When they got inside, a terrible sight met their eyes.
The Magician: We evil magicians have to make a living, too.
Santa Claus: 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.
The Magician: Like - a new hat, maybe? Ohh, yes, sir! Goodbye, everyone! Sorry to lose and run, but I've got to get busy writing, busy, busy, busy.
Frosty: Whew! Stay in here much longer and I'll really make a splash in the world.
Narrator: Frosty realised 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 out.
Narrator: You see, Frosty, since he was made out of snow, was the fastest belly-whopper... in the world.