Jessica: Oh, Mr. Warlock.
Winter: Uh, Winter, please.
Jessica: You must help me stop Kris. Please, use your magic.
Winter: Oh... alas, I've been... disenchanted. I have no more powers. I can't even do card tricks.
Jessica: Oh! That's terrible! What shall we do?
Grimsley: Nobody is going to do anything! You are all under arrest for defying the law and making toys! And for being an accomplice to Public Enemy Number One: Kris Kringle.
Winter: You mustn't mind the tree monsters. Their bark is worse than their bite. Ha ha ha ha.
Narrator: So you want to know all about Santa, huh? Best place to start is at the very beginning, when Santa was just a little baby.
Little Girl: You mean Santa was once... a baby?
Narrator: Of course! Everybody has to be a baby at least once in their lives. Now this was years and years ago. Oh, way back.
Dingle: Wiggle my ears and tickle my toes, methinks I see a baby's nose! It's more than a nose. There's a whole baby attached to it. Better call my brothers! Wingle! Bingle! Tingle! Zingle.
Zingle: What is it, Dingle?
Wingle: It's a baby, Zingle.
Tingle: A baby what, Wingle?
Bingle: A baby baby, Tingle.
Dingle: I like babies, Bingle.
Bingle: Our baby's the best baby of them all, Wingle.
Kris: You better watch out, better not cry, better not pout.
Kris: I'm telling you why.
Kris: 'Cause I came to town. And look what I brought.