CrazyQuilt

(MUSIC)
CINNAMON: And here’s the Cinnamon Bear!
(MUSIC: “The Cinnamon Bear Theme”)
ANNOUNCER: This is the story of The Cinnamon Bear and his very marvelous adventures
with Judy and Jimmy Barton. But we can’t very well meet the Cinnamon Bear, until we
meet Judy and Jimmy. They are twins, and they live in a big old fashioned house. At
this very minute, they are in the upstairs sitting room. And from all I can hear, Judy and
Jimmy are busily engaged in that very pleasant task of writing letters to Santa Claus.
Let’s listen.
JUDY: How are you getting along with your letter, Jimmy?
JIMMY: Oh, pretty well. I’ve guess I’ve got about everything down here.
JUDY: Now, don’t go asking for everything the way you did last year.
JIMMY: Oh, you girls are all alike. I bet’ch’a if we counted the things in your letter and the
things in mine, you’d have the most.
JUDY: Why, I bet’ch’a I wouldn’t either.
JIMMY: You would.
JUDY: Well, I won’t argue about it. But I bet’ch’a my letter’s more dignified than yours.
MOTHER: Judy? Jimmy?
JUDY: Yes, mother?
JIMMY: (OVERLAPPING JUDY) We’re in here, mother.
MOTHER: Have you finished those letters to Santa Claus yet?
JIMMY: Uh-huh.
JUDY: (OVERLAPPING JIMMY) Yes.
MOTHER: That’s good, because we still have something very important to do.
JIMMY: What’s that, mother?
MOTHER: What do you suppose I have in those cardboard boxes here?
JIMMY: I know. Our Christmas tree ornaments.
JUDY: Yes! And you promised us we could help you go through them. To see if any of them
were broken.
JIMMY: Yeah, yeah.
JUDY: Oh, let’s hurry, mother, I can’t wait.
MOTHER: Just a minute, I’ll put them right here on the table.
JIMMY: Oh boy.
JUDY: I hope that little pink Santa Claus didn’t get broken.
MOTHER: We’ll see.
SFX: unwrapping tissue
JUDY: Ooh. Aren’t they beautiful?
JIMMY: I’ll say. I like those big gold ones specially.
MOTHER: Everything seems to be pretty much in order. The tinsel is here, all the lights—
everything seems to be here, except, eh…
JIMMY: Except what, mother?
SFX: rummaging through tissue)
MOTHER: Well I can’t see the silver star anywhere.
JUDY: You mean the big one we always put way up on top of the tree?
MOTHER: Yes, but I don’t see it in any of the boxes.
JIMMY: Aw, gee, mom. I’d feel most awful if anything happened to that old silver star.
JUDY: Me too. (GETTING SAD) We‘ve had it on top of our tree for years and years.
(STARTING TO CRY) Christmas just wouldn’t be the same without the silver star.
MOTHER: Now, don’t cry, Judy. It’s probably just misplaced. I remember Uncle Jed took
some things up to the attic last year after Christmas. Perhaps he put it away up there.
JIMMY: Could we go up and look for it, mother?
MOTHER: All right. If uncle Jed put it away, it’s probably in the big trunk in the corner by
the window. Be careful you don’t hurt your fingers when you open it.
JUDY: We’ll be careful. Come on, Jimmy.
JIMMY: OK. Here we go, up the stairs.
(THEY REACH THE TOP AND TRY TO CATCH THEIR BREATH)
JIMMY: (whew) Here we are.
JUDY: Yeah. (PAUSE) Gee. There sure’s a lot of stuff up in this attic.
JIMMY: (INTERRUPTING) Oh, Judy. There’s the old trunk mother told us to look in.
JUDY: Must be awful full of things. The top isn’t closed all the way down.
JIMMY: Well, you get on one side, Judy, and I’ll get on the other, and then we can both lift at
the same time.
JUDY: All right, Jimmy.
(SOUNDS OF THEM LIFTING TRUNK LID)
SFX: trunk lid squeaking.)
JUDY: Oh, look, Jimmy. There’s one of those old crazy quilts right on top. Take it off and
we’ll see what’s underneath.
JIMMY: O.K. (PAUSE) There. (PAUSE. SMELLS SOMETHING UNPLESANT) Hmm.
Smells like mothballs, doesn’t it?
JUDY: Uh-huh. Do you see the silver star anyplace?
JIMMY: Uh-Uh. Just a lot of old clothes and stuff. Let’s lift this top thing out. Come on,
Judy, help me.
JUDY: All right.
(SOUNDS OF THEM LIFTING)
SFX: wooden top shelf being lifted out.)
JIMMY: Now, let’s see. Say, here’s a small box of ornaments.
JUDY: Oh, but they’re all broken, Jimmy. And the silver star isn’t there.
JIMMY: Gee, here’s one that’s not broken. It’s a pretty little airplane. It’s make out of gold
glass or something.
JIMMY: Find anything else, Judy?
JUDY: You bet. Look at this, Jimmy. A little teddy bear with a green ribbon around his neck.
Gee. He isn’t any more than four inches high.
JIMMY: Look. Look what I found, Judy. A real honest to goodness telescope. Isn’t it a
dandy?
JUDY: Scrumptious. I bet that belonged to Uncle Jed when he was a sailor.
JIMMY: I bet so, too. It sure is a wonderful telescope. When I look though it, everything
seems a million times bigger. Boy, I bet if I was out on the roof, I could see clear over to
England.
JUDY: Farther than that, maybe. You know what, Jimmy?
JIMMY: What?
JUDY: This teddy bear is the teeniest one I’ve ever seen.
JIMMY: Sure is. Say, Judy. I bet if we looked at him through this telescope, he’d be a lot
bigger.
JUDY: Let’s see, shall we? I’ll lean him against the back of the trunk and you look.
JIMMY: All right. Now, just wait till I get it fixed. (SLIGHT PAUSE WHILE HE LOOKS)
Jiminy Crickets!
JUDY: What do you see, Jimmy?
JIMMY: Willikers. He looks bigger than anything. Take a look, Judy.
JUDY: Let me see. (PAUSE WHILE SHE LOOKS) Goodness! He is big, isn’t he? Why he
looks almost as big as we are.
JIMMY: Only he really isn’t. If you’d move over a little, Judy, we could both look at the same
time. There. That’s it. Can you see him?
JUDY: Plain as day.
JIMMY: (STARTLED) Judy. Judy, he moved. The bear moved. Did you see him moving?
JUDY: I thought I did, but…
JIMMY: Sure he moved. Gosh.
CINNAMON: Gr-r-r-r-ah.
JIMMY: Judy.
JUDY: I’m listening.
JIMMY: He made a noise.
JUDY: Maybe it was just a creaky board.
JIMMY: No, it wasn’t any creaky board. It was that bear. And I’m gonna talk back to him.
JUDY: (CAUTIOUSLY) Oh, Jimmy, maybe you better hadn’t.
JIMMY: Oh, don’t get scared. He can’t hurt you. He’s really only four inches high. (TO
CINNAMON BEAR) Hey, you! You, teddy bear.
CINNAMON: Gr-r-r-r-ew.
JIMMY: Did you hear him, Judy? Did you hear him? He growled at me.
JUDY: Oh. He did, didn’t he? Say, Jimmy, ask him if he’s a really truly real live bear.
JIMMY: All right. (TO CINNAMON BEAR) Hey, teddy bear, tell us, who are you?
CINNAMON: (SINGING IN A RICH TENOR VOICE)
I'm the Cinnamon Bear with the Shoe-button eyes
And I'm looking for someone to take by surprise
I go growling and prowling each night after dark
But the folks say my growl's just a cinnamon bark.
Though I growl
[in Cinnamon Bear’s normal voice] Grr-rah!
[Tenor] And I growl
[Normal] Grr-rooh!
[Tenor]My victims only say
Oh, who's afraid of you?
I'm the cinnamon bear with the shoe button eyes
And I'm huffy and fluffy and tough for my size
I devour lots of honey and cinnamon buns
Just to make me ferocious but nobody runs
Now I'll growl
[Normal] grr-ah!
[Tenor] And I'll growl
[Normal] grr-ooh!
[Tenor] And if you'll act afraid
I'm much obliged to you
(JUDY & JIMMY LAUGH)
JUDY: That was wonderful Cinnamon Bear.
CINNAMON: Gr-r-r-r-ah.
JUDY: (WHISPERING TO JIMMY) Jimmy, let’s pretend we’re really afraid of him. It’ll
make him feel good.
JIMMY: (NOT COMPLETELY SURE) Oh, all right.
JUDY: (PLAYING) Ooh. Don’t give us a scare like that again, Mr. Cinnamon Bear.
CINNAMON: Gr-aa.
JIMMY: (PLAYING ALONG) Oh, Judy, I’m scared.
CINNAMON: Gr-oo.
JUDY: Oh, Jimmy, hold my hand tight.
CINNAMON: Sure, and… did I really frighten you?
JUDY: Terribly.
JIMMY: You just about scared the daylights out of us.
CINNAMON: Well, I promise not to frighten you anymore. That is, not until me ferocious
nature gets the better of me again. Now would you be kind enough to tell me your
names? I always keep a record of the people I scare.
JIMMY: I’m Jimmy.
JUDY: And I’m his sister, Judy.
CINNAMON: I’m much obliged to meet you, I’m sure. Me name’s Paddy O’Cinnamon.
JIMMY: That sounds Irish.
CINNAMON: Well, sure, I’m… slightly Irish. That’s why I wear this green ribbon around me
neck. But tell me, what are you two doin’ up here?
JIMMY: Well, we lost the silver star that goes on top of the Christmas tree.
JUDY: Have you ever seen it, Cinnamon Bear?
CINNAMON: A silver star? Did it have five points?
JIMMY: I… well, I think so.
CINNAMON: Sure, I’ve seen it. Lots of times.
JUDY: Oh. show us where the silver star is, Cinnamon Bear.
CINNAMON: Oh, it’s not here now, it… it’s gone.
JUDY: What shall we ever do now?
JIMMY: Well, who took it?
CINNAMON: Why, the Crazy Quilt Dragon, to be sure.
JUDY: Who is he?
CINNAMON: Oh, just a dragon. Not a very good one at that. He’s terribly fond of shiny
bright things. Every day for the past month he’s been runnin’ into the trunk to admire the
silver star. This afternoon it got the best of him, I guess. He just upped and ran off with
it.
JUDY: (CRYING) Oh, now we’ll never, never see the silver star again.
CINNAMON: Here, here, here now, don’t carry on like that. You can get the silver star back.
Well… maybe.
JUDY: (BRIGHTENING UP) How?
CINNAMON: By goin’ after the Crazy Quilt Dragon. Chase him. I’ll help ya.
JIMMY: Will you really?
CINNAMON: Oh, sure I will. Crazy Quilt’s no great friend of mine. And besides, you are
both very obliging and were perfectly terrified when I growled at you.
JUDY: Oh, you’re the most wonderful Cinnamon Bear in the whole wide world.
CINNAMON: It’s very nice of ya to say it.
JIMMY: Well if we’re gonna catch up with the Crazy Quilt Dragon, we better get goin’.
JUDY: Where do you think he went, Paddy?
CINNAMON: Well, if I know Crazy Quilt, he probably headed for the Lollypop Mountains in
Maybeland.
JIMMY: Maybeland? How do we get there?
CINNAMON: See that little hole in the wall?
JUDY: Yes.
CINNAMON: Well, we just pop right through there.
JIMMY: Oh, but Paddy, Judy and I can’t get through that little hole.
CINNAMON: Oh, yes you can. It’s very simple. Really. All you and Judy have to do is “degrow.”
JUDY: What do you mean, “de-grow?”
CINNAMON: Oh, just de-grow. Get smaller and smaller and smaller until you’re only four
inches high, like me.
JUDY: Really. That sounds most magical.
JIMMY: Willikers. Show us how, Paddy. Quick.
CINNAMON: Of course, of course. Well—ahem—it’s really quite simple, you know. It’s all
in the way you look at it. We’re only as big as we say we are.
JUDY: I don’t understand what you mean, Cinnamon Bear.
CINNAMON: Well, you’re used to seein’ yourself the way you are now—about four and a half
feet high. Now when you look at me through the small end of the telescope, I’m big,
aren’t I?
JIMMY: Uh-huh.
CINNAMON: When you look through the small end, things look bigger. But if you turn the
telescope around and look through the big end, they look smaller.
JUDY: Oh.
CINNAMON: There. Now the only thing you children have to do to be small, is to see
yourselves that way.
JIMMY: But how are we gonna do that, Cinnamon Bear?
JUDY: Yes, that’s what I’d like to know. We can see each other through the telescope all right,
but how can we see ourselves?
CINNAMON: Sure, and it’s simple, the first thing you do is put the telescope up on top of that
dresser there, the one with the looking glass. Fix it so the small end is next to the looking
glass. And then look at yourselves through the big end. And, Presto Change-o, you’ll be
as small as me.
JUDY: Isn’t this fun, Jimmy? Reg’lar magic.
JIMMY: Sure is, all right. Now come on and help me put this telescope on top of the dresser.
It’s pretty heavy.
JUDY: Mm-hm,
(SOUNDS OF THEM LIFTING THE HEAVY TELESCOPE)
JUDY: There.
JIMMY: We’re all set, now.
CINNAMON: Now you two can look through the telescope.
JUDY: All right.
JIMMY: There. (PAUSE) Why, I can see you and me, Judy.
JUDY: So can I. And we look so tiny, we…
(MUSIC: SHRINKING)
JUDY: Ohh!
JIMMY: Gee willikers!
JUDY: Do you feel funny, Jimmy?
(MUSIC SWELLS)
JIMMY: Awful funny!
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
JUDY: (WHEW) Here we are. Why, we’re at the other end of the telescope.
JIMMY: And look how big everything is. Why look way over there, Judy. The trunk seems as
big as a mountain.
JUDY: And just a minute ago we were taller than it is.
CINNAMON: Well, well. How d’you like bein’ only four inches high?
JIMMY: All right, I guess.
CINNAMON: Well, we’d better get started, now, if we want to catch the Crazy Quilt Dragon.
He’s got a pretty big head start.
JIMMY: Where do we go, Cinnamon Bear?
CINNAMON: Right through that hole in the wall.
JUDY: Why… when we were down on the floor a while ago, it was only a tiny little hole.
Now it looks like a tunnel.
CINNAMON: That’s exactly what it is, Judy. A tunnel. And it leads to Maybeland.
JUDY: Oh dear. How are we ever gonna get down off this big high dresser, Cinnamon Bear?
CINNAMON: In the airplane, to be sure.
JIMMY: Why, look, Judy. Over near the side of the dresser. It’s that gold glass airplane that I
found in the truck.
JUDY: Only now it’s great big.
JIMMY: But Cinnamon Bear, we can’t go anywhere in that. Why it’s only a Christmas tree
ornament.
CINNAMON: That’s where you’re very mistaken, Jimmy. That happens to be me very own
extra private airplane, and it flies beautifully.
JUDY: It does?
CINNAMON: It certainly does. Absolutely.
JIMMY: Why, look, Judy. It has a motor and everything. What does it run on, Cinnamon
Bear?
CINNAMON: All the motors in Maybeland run on soda pop. Now, you and Judy climb in
first.
JUDY: All right.
JIMMY: All right.
(THEY CLIMB IN)
JUDY: Ohh, gee. This is wonderful. When do we start?
CINNAMON: In a second, Judy. Uh, can you jiggle that lever while I get the propeller goin’,
Jimmy?
JIMMY: Sure. Uh, this one?
CINNAMON: That’s right.
JUDY: Oh, Jimmy, I’m so excited.
CINNAMON: Contact?
JIMMY: Contact!
SFX: toy propeller starting up.)
CINNAMON: Won’t be a minute now and we’ll be off for Maybeland. Here we go.
[ALL EXCLAIM TOGETHER]
JUDY & JIMMY: Wheeee!
JIMMY: Gee!
JUDY: Woo-Hoo!
JIMMY: Oh boy!
CINNAMON: I’ll just circle the room a couple of times and then we’ll head for the tunnel.
SFX: toy plane flies around)
JUDY: Oh, watch where you’re flying, Cinnamon Bear. Just missed hitting the trunk.
CINNAMON: I’m sorry, Judy. Hold tight, now. Here we go into the tunnel.
SFX: toy plane flying)
JIMMY: [ECHO] It’s awful dark in here. How can you see, Cinnamon Bear?
CINNAMON: [ECHO] Me shoe button eyes is especially good, you know. Anyway, won’t be
dark for long. We’re nearly through the tunnel already. Can’t you see the light ahead?
JUDY: [ECHO] Sure enough. Why look! We’re outside. [ECHO STOPS] Oh, Jimmy, isn’t
it wonderful?
JIMMY: Ooh. Why it’s the most wonderful place I’ve ever seen. Is this what you call
Maybeland?
CINNAMON: Indeed.
JUDY: Do lots of people live here?
CINNAMON: Scads and scads of them. All kinds of dolls and little animals and funny
creatures you probably never even heard of.
JIMMY: Are the all nice like you, Cinnamon Bear?
CINNAMON: Some are rather bad, they tell me, but, of course I haven’t met all the inhabitants
of Maybeland.
JUDY: Oh, it feels like a dream. What is this place we’re flying over now?
CINNAMON: Those are the Lollypop Mountains, Judy. All those different colors you see
down there are lollypop trees.
JIMMY: Look! Is that the Crazy Quilt Dragon?
CINNAMON: Where?
JIMMY: Right over there! On top of that shiny cliff!
CINNAMON: Yessiree, it’s Crazy Quilt, all right. And that’s a cliff at the top of looking glass
valley. It’s made entirely of looking glass. He probably picked the spot so he could bend
over and admire his reflection. He’s very vain.
JIMMY: Let’s hurry and catch him.
SFX: PLANE LANDS
CINNAMON: We must be specially cautious. Mustn’t let him know we’re after him. Now
Jimmy, you take that side, Judy, the other. Now walk straight at him.
JIMMY: All right. Come on.
JUDY: Isn’t it exciting, Jimmy?
CINNAMON: Hey, you! Crazy Quilt!
CRAZY QUILT: (LEAVING) I’m very busy right now, Cinnamon Bear. I’ll speak to you
some other time.
JUDY: Where’s our silver star.
CRAZY QUILT: Eh, silver star? Uh, what silver star?
CINNAMON: (WARNINGLY) Don’t try to quibble, Crazy Quilt. Hand it over gracefully, and
you can go your way.
CRAZY QUILT: Oh, what a terrible mistake you’ve made. (“tch-tch-tch”) Why, I’ve never
seen this, uh… silver star you’re talking about. You must have the wrong party.
JUDY: You have too got it. I can see it even if you are trying to hide it. It’s our silver star and
we’ve got to have it to put on top of the Christmas tree.
CINNAMON: You stole it out of that trunk and you know it.
CRAZY QUILT: What? Oh! Come, come, come, come. You think I would do such a
wicked, wicked thing as steal… Oh. (“tch-tch-tch”)
CINNAMON: You still insist that you didn’t take it, Crazy Quilt?
CRAZY QUILT: I repeat, I have not seen it.
CINNAMON: (WHISPER TO JUDY & JIMMY) Well, we’ll have to scare him. Let’s go.
JUDY: Go on! Scram, you bad dragon!
JIMMY: Scat! Skiddoo!
CRAZY QUILT: Oh! Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, how funny.
CINNAMON: Gr-r-r-ruff!
JIMMY: Boo!
JUDY: (HAUNTING SOUND)
CRAZY QUILT: (RUNNING AWAY) Help! Help! Oh, don’t hurt me… Ohhhh.
SFX: scrambling over dirt)
CINNAMON: He’s slipping over the edge of the cliff!
(MUSIC: (harp and cymbal descending and splash)
CINNAMON: He fell into the ocean! Right into the Root Beer Ocean! Quick! We’ve got to
run down so we can head him off when he comes out of the water. Come on!
JIMMY: Hurry up, Judy!
JUDY: I’m coming!
(THEY RUN)
SFX: running footsteps in dirt and brush)
CINNAMON: We’ll get him! He can’t escape this time! (THEY ARRIVE) There! He’s just
coming up on the beach.
CRAZY QUILT: (SOBBING) Oh, I’m so unhappy. Such unkind people to say, “Boo,” to a
Crazy Quilt Dragon. Don’t you know you should never do that?
JIMMY: Why shouldn’t we?
CRAZY QUILT: Well, I’ll tell you. (SINGS)
Don't ever say "Boo" to a Crazy Quilt Dragon
In hopes he'll turn tall and run.
There aren't many words that will make him go crazy
But "Boo" la decidedly one.
You can say "Cheese It" or "Scat" If you please
It will certainly bother him none.
Now "Shoo" or "Skiddoo," Sir, would not be taboo. Sir,
But booing Is just never done.
Don't ever say "Boo" to a Crazy Quilt Dragon
No, never, not even In fun.
Remember a Crazy Quilt's colors are fast
And are guaranteed never to run.

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