Yogi's First Christmas (1980) - full transcript

ALL [SINGING]: It's about that
time

That time of the year again

Sleigh bells ring
That season is here again

Hearts are light
And full of good cheer again

ALL:
Coming up Christmas time

Parties, friends, we're all on
the go again

BOO BOO: You better bundle up
It's starting to snow again

ALL:
See you under that mistletoe

again

Coming up Christmas time

It's time to buy those Christmas
gifts



Go on a shopping spree

[DOGGIE DADDY LAUGHING]

DOGGIE:
To make sure I get what I want

I buy my gift for me

ALL: It's about that time
For laughter to ring again

Favorite carols we all wanna
sing again

AUGIE:
All the joy this season will

bring again

ALL:
Coming up Christmas time

Coming up Christmas time

Look, dear, old Dad, we're
almost there.

No kidding, Augie? You're right,
son.

That's the Jellystone Winter
Lodge.

My favorite Christmas hangout.



That's for sure.

'Tis the season to be jolly
in Jellystone, even.

A whole week of riotous
revelry...

...gaiety galore and lots of
fun, even.

Gosh, and poor old Yogi and Boo
Boo

are gonna miss all them tasty
vittles.

That's sad.

Bears never get to have
any Christmas fun.

Thank goodness Yogi's
hibernating.

We had enough trouble here last
year

without him.

You mean all them scary things
that were happening all the

time?

Like that big old snowball...

-...that crashed into the lodge?
-Yup.

And stealing the Santa Claus
suit...

-...from my prize-winning
snowman?

SMITH: Uh-huh.

And night howling outside at
night.

[HOWLING]

Never did find out who was doing
it.

But if they try that scary stuff
this year,

I'll know what to do.

Me too, also, even.

Exit stage right.

Come on,
let's hear that song again,

group.

ALL [SINGING]: It's about that
time

For laughter to ring again

Favorite carols--

That Christmas crowd is back
again.

Ugh! Well, this year, I'll scare
them good.

Christmas-- Yuck!

--with all that goody-goody
singing.

Eh, bah!

Ach! Here they come.
Do you think they know anything

about it?

No, no.
And I'd hate to be the one to

tell them.

Here we are. Everybody out.

Careful, Augie. Watch your step.

Oh, I will, dear, old Dad.

Hello there.

SMITH:
It's the manager, Mr. Dingwell.

Howdy there, Mr. Dingwell.

DINGWELL:
Welcome to the Jellystone Lodge.

Ahh! Help, dear, old Dad.

DOGGIE:
Oh, no. That's Augie. Stop the

drum.

[YELLING]

Heavens to Murgatroyd.

He vanished into skinny air.
Disappeared, even.

Don't worry, Snagglepuss. I'll
find him.

[DINGWELL GRUMBLING]

Would you mind getting off my
back?

Oh! Uh-- Ha, ha.
Er, sorry, Mr. Dingwell.

Augie, my boy, where are you?

AUGIE:
Right here, dear, old worried

Dad.

Hi. Heh, that was fun.

Next time, I'm buying you a
square drum.

HUCKLEBERRY:
Like, um, where is everybody,

Mr. Ranger?

Group, Mr. Dingwell has some
good news

and some bad news.

Oh, yes. First, the bad news.

This may be the last Christmas
you'll spend here.

ALL:
Huh?

They're planning to build a
freeway

over this mountain.

But they can't build the
freeway...

...unless the owner, Mrs.
Throckmorton,

sells the lodge to them.

Don't tell me she's gonna sell.

DINGWELL:
Yes, because of all those weird

things...

...that happened here last
Christmas.

The guests just didn't come
back.

Business this year is
practically nil.

What do you mean, "nil"?
You got paying customers here.

-Huck and Snagglepuss and me.
-And me too.

Do I look like a nil?

Just a minute. Just a minute.

Let's not lose our cool.

How's about, uh,
giving out with the good news?

Well, the good news is
that Mrs. Throckmorton will be

here...

...for the final Christmas
carnival week.

If we can all make sure...

...that Mrs. Throckmorton enjoys
her stay here...

...she may decide not to sell
the lodge.

You can count on me to hold
forth

with all my charm.

Or fifth, even.

I could always sing, you know,
uh, "Clementine."

Yeah, everybody will get into
the act.

Me too, dear, old Dad.

Let's face it, group.
Nothing must go wrong.

Especially the big tree-trimming
party

on Christmas Eve.

You're lucky that troublemaker
Yogi

is fast asleep in his cave.

Oh, yes. We'd really have
something

to worry about then.

Okay, gang, hit it.

ALL [SINGING]: It's about that
time

That time of the year again

Sleigh bells ring
That season is here again

HUCKLEBERRY: Hearts are light
And full of good cheer again

ALL:
Coming up Christmas time

Parties, friends, we're all on
the go again

BOO BOO: You better bundle up
It's starting to snow again

ALL:
See you under
that mistletoe again.

YOGI:
Hey, hey, hey, what's this?

ALL:
Coming up Christmas time

With the beat, beat, beat
of my feet, feet, feet?

Maybe spring has sprung already?

Huh? It's not even half-past
winter.

I set the wakeup ding-ding for
April.

Oh, well. What do you say?
Let's hit the hay.

[YAWNS]

I'm with you, Yogi.

Hey, hey, hey, you,
outside with the drum, uh, beat

it.

There's no drummer outside,
Yogi.

The thumping is coming from up
there.

-Are you sure?
-Sure, I'm sure.

Listen for yourself.

[SINGING FROM ABOVE]

BOO BOO:
You hear that? It's music.

Let's go have a peekaboo, Boo
Boo.

But, Yogi, the ranger wouldn't
like it.

Do you know that aggravating
a hibernating bear is illegal?

I didn't know that.

Neither did I. I just made it
up.

Hey, hey, hey!

Follow me, Boo Boo.

ALL [SINGING]:
Coming up Christmas time

[GRUMBLES]

Without help, this is
impossible.

The music's getting louder,
Yogi.

[SNIFFING]

The Yogi radar-nose
has zeroed in on food.

Straight up.

I must talk to the hotel
manager.

Hey, hey, hey, pinch me, Boo.

I'm going into a coma
from that tantalizing aroma.

Hey, hey, hey,
looks like we hit the jackpot.

Yogi, we're in somebody's
kitchen.

What better place to be,
little bear-type buddy?

Yummy yummy yum.

Raspberry jam to go with the
ham.

CHEF:
Ah-ha! So there you are.

Uh-oh! Caught red-handed.

What kept you?
Put these on. Quickly, quickly.

What are they, Yogi?

Uh, I think--
I think they're prison-type

clothes, Boo Boo.

I am Otto, the chef.
You waiters will help me prepare

the food.

Uh, yes, sir, Mr. Otto.
I know all about food.

Ah-ha! What is your specialty?

Well, sir, I got no specialty.

You might say I'm, uh--
I'm an expert on picnic baskets.

In the winter,
we do not fix picnic baskets.

Follow me.

These recipes require little
bits

of hard-boiled egg.

You, chop an egg.

YOGI:
Yes, sir. Yes, sir, sir.

One chopped egg coming up.
Choppity-chop-chop.

Ach! You obviously have never
studied

the art of cuisine.

As a matter of fact, I haven't,
sir.

Uh, was this Cuisine fellow a
good artist?

Dunderhead, lamebrain,
out of my kitchen.

The guests inside are waiting
for their dessert.

Pass these out.

Okay, sir.

One for you, one for Boo Boo,
and one for yours truly, namely

me.

No, no.
Serve these to the guests

outside.

Ah, yes, sir, chief. I mean
chef.

I mean chef. I mean-- Oh, boy.

Here you are, sir.
A tasty pastry on the house.

Yogi? It couldn't be.

Yogi's fast asleep in his cave.
Ha-ha-ha.

Where else would he be?

Gee, dear, old Dad,
I can't wait for the big

Christmas Eve party.

[CHUCKLING]

That goes for all of us, Augie.

To be sure. To be sure.

It'd be lots more fun if Yogi
was around.

YOGI:
Did I hear my name?

Yogi, is that really you?

The one and only, at your
service.

Hey, Yogi, aren't you supposed
to be

fast asleep in your cave?

I was.

But a musical-type disturbance
woke Boo Boo and me.

Hey, hey, hey, what's this?

Do trees go indoors in the
wintertime?

Yogi, that's a Christmas tree.

You mean I woke up in time
for Christmas?

HUCKLEBERRY: That's right.
-Sure did.

In that case, I'm gonna stay
awake.

I've always slept through
Christmas.

Gee, dear, old Dad,
this is gonna be Yogi's first

Christmas.

Yogi Bear is having his first
Christmas.

Lucky him, he didn't hibernate.

[SINGING]
He'll finally get to see

-His first real Christmas tree
-With popcorn strings

-And sparkling things
-That he helped decorate

ALL:
It's your first real Christmas,

Yogi Bear

DOGGIE: Have a good one, Yogi.
AUGIE: We're gonna have fun,

Yogi.

ALL:
He's never hung a stocking up

before

Never put a wreath on his front
door

He didn't know a kiss below
A little sprig of mistletoe

Was something Cindy Bear
Was waiting for

BOO BOO: He didn't know
That Rudolph's nose was red

DOGGIE: That Santa comes
When you're asleep in bed

ALL:
A carol is something someone

sings

It's not a date that someone
brings

But Yogi Bear is not a
knucklehead

He's smarter so he says
Than the average bear

Modesty is not his game
A bear like that is very rare

I know the reindeer names
That pull the sleigh

Mistletoe is a kissing game you
play

ALL:
That Santa takes the chimney

route

And all that giving's all about

I'll not hibernate my holiday
away

ALL: It's your first real
Yuletide Christmas

Yogi Bear

Have a happy Yule.

BOO BOO:
Merry Christmas, Yogi.

Fellas, a terrific-type holiday
like that

deserves three cheers.

-Hip, hip.
ALL: Hooray!

YOGI: Hip, hip.
ALL: Hooray!

Ranger, the guests are cheering
someone.

YOGI: Hip, hip.
ALL: Hooray!

So they are.

Hooray for Christmas.

What a terrific-type season
for staying awake.

See you around, fellas.

Is that the voice of Yogi Bear?

Please, Mr. Dingwell,
don't ask me that question.

All I asked was--

I said, don't ask me that
question.

Ranger Smith, Mrs. Throckmorton
will be arriving momentarily.

You have a sworn duty to
perform.

You're right, Mr. Dingwell.

It's my duty to get Yogi back to
his cave.

And I will.

[MIMICS BUGLE CALL]

Charge.

Uh-oh. Isn't that the ranger?

I kind of think it is, Boo.

Like I told you, Yogi,
he's gonna make us go back to

our cave.

And miss our first Christmas?

-No way, Boo Boo. Come on.
-Where?

YOGI: If Santa Claus can do this
going down, we can do it going

up.

All right, Yogi, I've got you
cornered.

Yogi? Yogi?

Yogi?

[SNEEZING]

[GROANS]

It just isn't fair.

This Yogi Bear assignment
is above and beyond the call of

duty.

How will we get to the ground,
Yogi?

No problem, little buddy.

There's a big high snowdrift
down there.

I'll just park it here until
after lunch.

Hey. Oof!

Oh. This isn't a snowdrift,
this is a snowplow.

-Ah, so it is, Boo Boo.
-Ah-ha!

And we're gonna "ah-ha"
our way out of here.

One of these thingama-type bobs
must be the starter.

Oh, my. They took my snowplow.

Don't worry, Mr. Dingwell. I'll
stop them.

Yow!

Mr. Dingwell? Sir, where are
you?

Mr. Dingwell?

DINGWELL:
You're standing on my back

again.

Oh. Ah, heh, heh.

Sorry.

Swallow that blowplow.
Uh, follow up that plowsnow.

Don't worry, sir, I'll get them.

Oh!

They won't get away.

They're gaing on us, Yogi.

We could move faster, Boo...

...if I could just get this plow
off the ground.

You did it. Hooray!

Hey, Boo, this is no time for
cheering...

...because right now,
I can't see where I'm steering.

Oh! They did it again.

Hang on, Mr. Dingwell.

Oh, this is not my day.

Not to worry, Mr. Dingwell.

I'll have that bear back in his
cave

before Mrs. Throckmorton
arrives.

THROCKMORTON:
We'll soon be there, Snively.

You're going to love
the Jellystone Lodge.

I hate it already.

And so do you, Aunt Sophie.
That's why you wanna sell it.

That's not true.
I'm selling it purely for

business reasons.

SNIVELY:
I wanna go home.

THROCKMORTON:
Now, now, don't be like that.

They tell me Christmas carnival
week

is loads of fun.

I hate Christmas. And I hate
carnivals.

They're boring.

THROCKMORTON: Oh, come now.
Ice skating, bobsledding,

skiing.

And a big tree-trimming party
on Christmas Eve.

Boring.

We'll see.

I can't believe it. More of them
Christmas dudes are coming. Gah!

Not if I can help it.

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

He did it again.

Good gracious,
Yogi's driving over that

embankment.

BOO BOO:
Careful, Yogi.

There are some sharp turns up
ahead.

I know that, Boo Boo.

What I don't know is
how to stop this thing.

Yippadee-doodle!

THROCKMORTON:
Oh, dear. The road is icy.

We're stuck, Snively.

Look, Aunt Sophie.

THROCKMORTON: An avalanche.
SNIVELY: Move the car.

It's gonna fall on us.

Oh, dear. It won't budge.

BOO BOO:
Yogi, we're gonna
run into that car.

I know, Boo, but I can't find
the thingamajig to stop this

thing.

Hang on.

Ugh!

The car got through.
Ding dang those pesky bears.

Ah, Mrs. Throckmorton,
welcome to the Jellystone Winter

Lodge.

Thank you, Otto. Where is Mr.
Dingwell?

There he is, ma'am.
Coming up the road,

lickety-split.

Howdy, ranger. Uh, been enjoying
the, uh, winter sports?

Uh-- Egh-- Yogi, you-- You--

Ranger, look. She's here.

Oh, Mrs. Throckmorton,
please accept my apologies.

-For what?
-For these two clumsy waiters.

These two clumsy waiters are
heroes.

They rescued us from an
avalanche.

Uh, we did, Yogi?

I guess we did, Boo, uh,
if the lady says so.

Mr. Dingwell, I congratulate you
for hiring such courageous...

...quick-thinking hotel workers.

That's us, Boo Boo.

I think they deserve a
promotion.

A promotion?

Uh, uh, of course, of course.

I'll, uh-- I'll promote them to,
uh--

Let me think.

We need bellhops.

DINGWELL:
Oh, yes. I'll promote them to

bellhops.

[SNORING]

Don't fall asleep, Yogi.

You've just been promoted...

-...for being alert and wide
awake.

-Huh?

You two will assume the duties
of neat, natty bellboys.

Bellboys?

That means I'll be around
for my first Christmas.

And I've got a hunch it'll be my
last.

All right. All right, bellhops.

Your first duty is
to bring in Mrs. Throckmorton's

luggage.

-No, no. Don't let Yogi touch
those bags.

-Wha--? What?

-Uh-- Uh, he deserves a rest.
-But--

I'll bring in the luggage.

DINGWELL:
Oh, yes.

Come inside.
I'll give you your bellhop

uniforms.

Yogi, I want to thank you for
your help.

Don't mention it, Mrs.
Throckmorton.

Help is what I'm good at.

And to prove it, I will now go
to the kitchen

and help myself to a few
goodies.

Let's go, Boo Boo.

-My, what a charming bear.
-Yuck!

Charming bear?

Now I can't make Yogi go back
to his cave.

But I'll be around. He'd better
behave.

Front. Front. Ohh!

Where are those bellhops?

[SNORING]

Yogi, what was that?

What was what, little buddy?

-Didn't you hear something?
-No.

I was just laying here,
dreaming about Santa Claus.

Gee, I hope he'll come tonight.

I hope so too, Boo Boo.

Yeah, we both hope.

[SINGING]
Hope is waking Christmas dawn

Knowing Santa's been and gone

Hope can make our wish come true

Maybe fill our stocking too

Hope is knowing what will be

Underneath the Christmas tree

Hope is when your laughter rings

Hope is sharing things

Hope brings cheer

And Santa's sleigh bells ringing

Hope can hear

The voice of angels singing

Hope is like a dream you make

It's a dream when you're awake

Everyone needs hope

Because hope believes in Santa
Claus

[RINGING]

We gotta have hope.

Hi there, Yogi.

Hey, wake up.
Mr. Dingwell is a-calling you.

Heavens to Murgatroyd.

Every time I turn around,
Yogi is doing a slumber number.

I know how to wake him, Snag.
Now just stand back.

Hey, hey, hey. Come one, come
all.

We are giving away free picnic
baskets.

Hey, hey, hey.

Did I hear the magic words?
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yummie.

What you heard is the magic
bell.

The Dingwell bell.

So exit, stage left.

You keep sleeping on the job,
Yog,

you won't make it through
Christmas.

Hey, hey, hey,
save a slice of Christmas

cake...

...because Yogi Bear is wide
awake.

Here I am, Mr. Ding-A-Ling, sir.
Yogi Bell-bear at your service.

Well, about time.

Take this paper into my office
and read it over the

loudspeaker.

Ah, yes, sir, sir.

[BLOWING]

Uh, testing, one, two,
three, four. Testing.

A-tisket a-tasket, I want a
picnic basket.

Read the announcement.

Yes, sir.

Attention, please.

All those who wish to
participate

in the figure-skating contest...

...please report to the
ice-skating pond

at the riverbank in one hour.

Come on, dear, old Dad,
let's get our skates.

YOGI: The contest will be judged
by Mrs. Sophie Throckmorton.

Hey, hey, hey.
And this is your DJ, Yogi

Bear...

...who right now is going off
the air.

In one hour? Hmm.

I'll teach these city dudes...

...to let Herman the Hermit
have a little peace.

[LAUGHING]

Figure skating, eh?

Well, here's something those
Christmas dudes didn't figure

on. Salt.

This stuff makes ice melt.

By the time the contest starts,
this ice will be slush.

YOGI:
Right this way, Boo Boo.

We've got an important-type job
to do.

Ding bust it. Someone's coming.

Oh, it's those pesky bears.

This is it, Boo. The
ice-scraping machine.

Uh, Yogi? You sure you know
how to run this?

Don't worry about a thing, Boo
Boo.

Mr. Ding-Dong gave me
very complete-type instructions.

Hang on.

BOO BOO:
Is this as fast as it'll go?

[YAWNS]

I'm afraid so, Boo Boo. Don't
fall asleep.

Oh, no.

They're scraping away all the
salt.

There goes my ice-melting caper.

Yogi, what's that mushy-looking
stuff?

It looks more like salt to me.

So it does.

The problem is, where to dump
this stuff?

BOO BOO:
How about pushing it over the

bank, Yogi?

Good idea, little pal.
Let's push-push the mush-mush.

Yogi, I think slow is better.

That does it, Boo Boo. A job
well done.

Uh, now we'll park it.

Ooh, those ding-dang bears.

YOGI [ON LOUDSPEAKER]:
Attention, please.

The figure-skating contest will
begin

in 10 minutes.

This is your favorite DJ, Yogi
Bear,

saying:

Stay cool and dig the Yule.

Yeah.

DINGWELL:
Oh, Yogi.

Uh, yes, sir, Mr. Ding-Ding?

Bring a lunch tray
up to the Throckmorton suite.

A lunch tray?
Hey, hey, hey, I'm on my way.

Snively, are you sure you don't
wanna enter

the figure-skating contest?

Huh! Some contest.

You really think those clumsy
clods

can skate?

Snively, try to remember,
it's a contest for fun.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Answer the door please.

Aw, gee whiz, Aunt Sophie.

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

Yogi here with some Christmas
cheer.

Hey, watch it, you clown.

Oh, please come in, won't you?

Uh, here it is. One yummy-type
lunch

for young Snively.

Yuck!

Say, uh, little kid-type,
aren't you entering the fun

contest?

Fun? Against those clumsy
amateurs?

Little Snively, you see,
has taken lessons from

professional skaters.

Then the kid will win.

Unless he's afraid one of the
guests

might be a better skater than he
is.

Oh, yeah? I'll show you, Aunt
Sophie.

I'll be there.
I'll skate circles around those

dum-dums.

We'll see.

Oh, you should listen to your
aunt, Snivlee.

She's a very smart-type lady.

It's "Snively."

And why don't you enter the
contest,

fuzz ball?

Who knows about skating?

Uh, I usually sleep through the
winter.

Here they are, Yogi. They're
yours.

Put them on, see if they fit.

[YELLING]

This is doing it the hard way.

You have to get used to them.

Wear them all day long,
even while you're working.

Whoops!

Say, I guess it does take
some, uh, getting used to.

You're doing fine.

Thanks a lot, Snive.

You sure are a generous-type
kid.

[LAUGHING]

The big nerd fell for it.

[YELLING]

I always say, nothing like a
breath of air

for a busy, hard-working bear.

Snively, where are my ice
skates?

Gee, I don't know, Aunt Sophie.

Hmm. That's strange.

[STAMMERS]
Your skates are missing?

A brand-new pair.

Could someone have sneaked into
my room

and taken them?

Oh, no, Mrs. Throckmorton.

Such things don't happen here
at the Jellystone Lodge.

He's right, ma'am.
We know all these guests

personally.

Wait. Yogi was in our suite.

Oh, come now, Snively.

That nice Mr. Yogi
wouldn't steal my skates.

SMITH:
I agree.

I'll stay here and keep my eyes
peeled

for those skates.

Oh, thank you, ranger.

Come along, Snively.

Hold it, Augie.
Let me look at those skates.

What's wrong, Mr. Ranger?

Looking for stolen skates.

-Next?
-What is this?

I never been so humiliated in my
life.

Thank you. Proceed.

What's wrong, Mr. Ranger?

Mrs. Throckmorton's skates are
missing,

that's what.

Just a minute. Just a minute.

How dare you imply
that I would purloin or pilfer,

even...

...the personal property
of our praiseworthy patroness?

Sorry, Snag. Only doing my duty.

You're clean. Good luck in the
contest.

Luck has nothing to do with it.
It's talent.

Exit, stage right.

Heavens to Hamill. Whoops!

Sorry, fellas. Just a
miscalculation,

lack of coordination...

...and a slight goof, even.

You're doing fine, Snag. Keep
going.

Doing fine? Ha!

Hmm. I don't think Snagglepuss
rates more than a 6.5.

I agree.

It looks as though my nephew
will out-skate them all.

Yes, indeed. Isn't that
marvelous?

No. I was hoping Snively would
lose.

It might shrink that swelled
head of his.

Where is Yogi?

Last time I saw him,
he took a lunch tray upstairs.

A lunch tray and Yogi?
That could mean double trouble.

You mean Mrs. Throckmorton might
sell

this place?

That's right, Boo Boo.

Will you help me get Yogi
back to the cave?

Gee, Mr. Ranger,
I'm sure Yogi won't cause any

trouble.

[CRASHING]

Let's face it, a bear and skates
don't mix.

SMITH:
"S. Throckmorton."

-So you're the culprit.
YOGI: No, sir.

I'm not the culprit. I'm the
bellhop.

I don't even know what a culprit
does.

Off with those skates, Yogi.
I'm taking you back to your

cave.

-Before Christmas?
SMITH: Right now.

Wait here. I'll get the
snowmobile.

Boo Boo, there is no way
this bear is gonna miss

Christmas.

Where are you gonna go, Yogi?

Out this window.

Now you see me, now you don't.

Tell him to come out, Boo Boo.

He's already out, Mr. Ranger.
Through the window.

Ah-ha! A fugitive bear.

Which way did he go?

Never mind. I see him.
He's heading toward the woods.

Oh, why do they call these
runners?

They're terrible for running.

Stop, Yogi, in the name of the
Jellystone

Parks and Recreation Commission.

Uh-oh! It's the ranger,
making like a bloodhound.

Gee, dear, old Dad,
Snively is a good skater.

Good? Augie, that kid
is absolutely superfluous.

His performance deserves a 9.5.

[STAMMERING]

Yes. Yes, of course. A 9.5.

Which will make Snively the
winner.

Ha, ha.

It's like I told you, Aunt
Sophie.

I can skate circles around these
dum-dums.

Snively, try to be a good sport.

SMITH: Yogi, stop,
or it's the St. Louis Zoo for

you.

That there's the ranger's voice.

And that's Yogi.

Whoops! Aah!

Yikes!

-That's it, Yogi. End of the
line.

-Yikes, yikes!

And another yipe!

Oh, what a spin. A triple axel.

Way to go, Yogi.

Uh-oh.

Uh, out here, I'm a sitting
duck.

Better get back to the woods.

Whoops! Uh-oh.

Another roadblock.

[CHEERING]

Masterful.

[YAWNS]

Yipee!

Hooray for Yogi.

Superb, splendiferous.

Swell, even.

A perfect 10.

Yogi Bear is the winner.

SNIVELY:
He is not. I'm the winner.

I'm the--

Who did that? Who did that?

-Search me.
-Ha, ha.

That's my boy who did that.

And I'm glad.

Good effort, Snively. Runner-up
isn't bad.

Mrs. Throckmorton, before you
present that

to Yogi, I must inform you...

...those skates he's wearing are
yours.

THROCKMORTON:
Ah. So they are.

I wish I had never given him
those skates.

Then Yogi didn't steal them?

No, Snively gave them to him.

Congratulations, Yogi.
This trophy is yours.

Yow!

[CRYING]

What an athlete. What talent.

What dumb luck. I should have
won.

Well, I'll beat him in the next
event.

Hello again.

The Hot Dog Ski competition will
begin

in just 10 groovy little
minutes.

They're ready. Augie's coming
down first.

I blew it, dear, old Dad.

That was a very clever stunt.

Too bad about the fall.

Doggie Daddy's next.

Gonna do a exciting trick for
us, Daddy?

Are you kidding?

I got a million of them.

Here goes.

[YELLING]

Ooh.

That's a long ways down.

I'll, uh, heh, heh,
hot dog it the easy way.

[CRASH]

Gee. Terrific stunt,
dear, old daredevil Dad.

I know for sure I can do better
than that.

You are all wasting your time.
I'm gonna win this event.

Here I go.

Geronimo!

Ah.

I reckon they'll never call me
Huckleberry Hot Dog.

Oh, dear. I hope Snively doesn't
win

this event, for his sake.

SMITH:
Here comes Snagglepuss.

Heavens to Baryshnikov, I did it
again.

Help.

Ooh! That smarts.

Oh, my. If this keeps up, nobody
will win.

THROCKMORTON:
We'll have a winner all right.

My nephew, Snively,
unfortunately.

Snively is next.

Gee, Yogi,
you didn't clamp your ski

binding.

-I didn't?
SNIVELY: No. I'll do it for you.

There. Now your skis won't fall
off.

I thank you, Snively.
And good luck on your jump.

Good luck to you, Yogi.
Ha-ha-ha!

You're the one who'll need it.

Oh, what a nice kid.

Guess I showed those amateurs
how to hot dog.

You were right, Mrs.
Throckmorton.

Snively is the winner.

It's not over yet.

Mrs. Throckmorton, Yogi hasn't a
chance.

He's never been on skis in his
life.

[HUMMING]

SMITH:
Here he comes.

Yipe! No skis.

I better go back.

Hey, I'm not making headway.
Whoops!

Hey, hey, hey, skis,
take it from a bear.

Thanks for being here.

Winner of the Hot Dog Ski
Contest

is Yogi Bear.

Oh, congratulations again, Yogi.

Yuck!

Well, Mrs. Throckmorton, are you
pleased

with the Christmas carnival so
far?

Oh, yes, Mr. Dingwell, very
pleased.

Except for one thing.

Uh, yes?

Why have you got Yogi
working as a bellhop?

[STAMMERS]
But you said--

Never mind what I said.
He should be a ski instructor.

A ski instructor? Yogi?

Of course. An excellent
suggestion,

Mrs. Throckmorton.

I'll promote him immediately.

Yogi giving ski lessons? Oh.

I better alert the first-aid
station.

Hi, Boo Boo.

Boy, oh, boy.
You missed all the excitement.

Is it over?
Who won the Hot Dog Ski Contest?

"Who won?" he says.

What a question. What a query.

Why, Yogi, of course.

Yogi?

Uh, wait a minute. Yogi who?

Silly bear.

Your roommate, Yogi Bear.

YOGI:
Did I hear my name?

Hey, hey, meet your new ski
instructor.

Well, grind my grits, Yogi.

You look like a real ski
instructor.

Couldn't be any realer.

Mr. Ding-A-Ling told me to start
giving

lessons tomorrow morning at 10
a.m.

We'll be there, won't we, dear,
old Dad?

That's right, Augie.

A professional ski instructor.

Gee, Yogi, you're really going
places.

Right you are, Boo Boo.

I don't like to boast,
but, uh, I am the bear with the

most.

And successful, even.

CHORUS [SINGING]: Yogi is the
star

In Jellystone Park

The bear that makes it go, go,
go

Yogi is the wheel
That's making the deal

The executive producer of the
show

HUCKLEBERRY: He is the top
BOO BOO: He is the toast

SNAGGLEPUSS: He is the most
DOGGIE: And can he boast

CHORUS: I tell you, Yogi is the
star

In Jellystone Park

The bear the makes the whole
thing go

He is depend-iest
Terrific-al

Colossiest
Magnifical

The bear that makes the whole
thing go

YOGI [SINGING]: It's about that
time

That time of the year again

Sleigh bells ring
That season is here again

Mrs. Throckmorton,
I promoted Yogi to ski

instructor...

...just as you requested.

Very good, Mr. Dingwell.

Now, someone should rehearse
the Christmas carol singers.

Of course. Absolutely.

Why didn't I think of that?

Oh, that voice.

I think Yogi sings very well.

Uh, that's what I mean. I like
it, I like it.

Ha-ha-ha.

Let Yogi lead the Christmas
carolers.

Yes, yes, brilliant suggestion.

I'll arrange it immediately.

[YOGI HUMMING]

Oof.

Better get up, Yogi.
The ranger wouldn't like it.

I tell you, Boo Boo,
skiing is a dangerous sport.

They're gonna sing Christmas
songs

at the party.

Mr. Dingwell wants you to lead.

Me? Ah, ha, ha, lead the
singing?

They sure picked the perfect
bear-a-tone

in Jellystone Park.

I don't wanna sing
those corny, old carols.

Oh, Snively,
where's your Christmas spirit?

I don't have any.
And I won't sing with those

dum-dums.

Christmas carols, tree-trimming
party.

Big deal. Phooey.

That boy. Ooh.

The singing group is here,
Mrs. Throckmorton.

Shall we start the rehearsal?

I'm in no mood for singing...

...but we may as well.

Isn't she enjoying herself?

She told me she's in no mood
for singing.

And Yogi is leading the
rehearsal.

All right, group. And a one and
a two.

ALL [SINGING]:
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

Oh, cut. Stop. It sounds
terrible.

Your voices are drowning out
my soprano.

We need more girl voices.

Without more girl voices,
the carols won't sound right.

Uh-oh.

THROCKMORTON:
It'll spoil the Christmas party.

There goes the Jellystone Lodge.

Maybe not, Mr. Ranger.

Boo Boo, where are you going?

Now what's he up to?

Now, Mrs. T,
you're absitively, posolutely

right.

-And I've got the solution.
-What?

I'll join you in the libretto
with my female-type falsetto.

Well, let's hear what it sounds
like.

And a-one, and a-two.

ALL [SINGING]:
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

Fa-la-la-la-la
La-la la-la

Cindy? Cindy Bear, wake up.

Cindy, it's Boo Boo.

CINDY:
Boo Boo?

Just a minute.

Cindy, I gotta talk to you.

Okay, okay. What's wrong?

-A singing chorus?
-Please, Cindy.

I'm sorry, Boo Boo. It's only
December.

I need my beauty sleep.

Okay, Cindy.

Oh, poor Yogi.

Yogi? What about Yogi?

Well, he might lose his job.
He's the leader of the singers.

Why didn't you say so before?

ALL [SINGING]:
Deck the halls with boughs of

holly

Fa-la-la-la-la
La-la la-la

'Tis the season to be jolly

She's happy. She's happy.

Good thinking, Boo Boo.

Fa-la-la-la-la. Bah!

I hate those goody-goody carols.

I'll fix that yowling
or my name isn't Herman the

Hermit.

ALL: Fa-la-la-la-la
La-la la-la

Hey, hey, hey.

Congratulations, group.
I'd say that was kind of nifty.

Yogi, my boy, ain't it time
for you to give us a ski lesson?

It certainly is.

If you wanna ski, leave it to
me.

Hey, hey, hey.

You go ahead. I'll jump into my
ski suit.

I can't ski, Yogi. I'll just
stay here.

And do what?

And wait for you, Yogi.

Oh, yeah? Uh, well, uh,
thanks for helping out, Cindy.

There's a much better way
to thank me, Yogi.

Uh, listen, the gang's waiting
for me.

See you later, Cindy.

Ooh, that Yogi.

All right, students, pay
attention.

I'm gonna teach you how to ski
right up that hill.

Heavens to Murgatroyd.

That's illogical, impossible
and difficult, even.

Yogi, we're supposed to ski that
way,

not that way.

Whoops! Ha, ha.

Uh, sorry. I forgot that I'm,
uh,

you know, teaching beginners.

So we'll start the easy way,
downhill.

Here we are, Mrs. Throckmorton.

I hope I haven't missed much
of Yogi's lesson.

You haven't missed anything,
believe me.

I'll turn on the motor.

Thank you, ranger.

This harmless smoke pot will
throw a scare

into those Christmas dudes.

[LAUGHING]

That should do it.

Now to make my next move.

Enjoy your skiing, Mrs.
Throckmorton.

Good grief, a forest fire.

And now for my next move.

I'll pull the plug on this silly
ski lift.

Oh, my, something's wrong...

...but I'm sure the ranger
will fix the motor.

Where is that ranger?

Yoo-hoo! Mr. Ranger?

Well, I doused that smoke pot.

Someone's idea of a joke.

Couldn't have been Yogi.
He's up there giving a ski

lesson.

Hmm. Snively?

I wonder....

THROCKMORTON:
Yoo-hoo! Mr. Ranger?

SMITH:
Mrs. Throckmorton.

Oh, no, the chairs have stopped.

Sit tight, ma'am.
I'll have you out of there in a

jiffy.

Something must have happened
to the motor.

I gotta do something fast
or the lodge is a goner.

[SHUDDERS]

What am I doing up here?
I should have stayed in the

city.

Mrs. Throckmorton?

Don't worry about a thing,
ma'am.

I'll get you down safely.

Well, I should hope so.

This is standard procedure,
never fails.

What am I expected to do,
slide down the rope?

I'm coming up to get you.

Have no fear. I'm a trained
expert.

I'll be there in one minute.

Now then, students, these are
called skis.

And we, uh, use them on this
white stuff,

which is called snow.

That's it, folks. Stop the
lesson.

This is mortifying.

Yogi, we know all that.

Yeah, Yogi. Um, why don't you
teach us

how to schuss?

Schuss? Oh, uh, schussing's
easy.

It goes like this:

-Shh.
-Huh?

Well, either that or just yell,
"Quiet, please."

Very droll, very droll.

Now let's get down to the
nitty-gritty.

Okay, sir. Now this is a nitty
and this is the gritty.

Heavens to Murgatroyd.

See how simple it is, ma'am?

Why, ranger, how clever.

I must congratulate you.

Thank you, ma'am.

Oh, dear me.

Mr. Instructor-Yogi,
what does "slalom" mean?

Well, uh, little student-type
buddy...

...a slalom is, uh, short for
slalami.

Ha, ha.

Which is delicious
with rye bread and mustard.

Just a minute. Just a minute.

It's oblivious and clear,
even...

...that our instructor knows
zip, zilch,

and nothing, even, about skiing.

Right you are, Snag.

So why don't we all just ski
down the hill, freestyle?

BOO BOO: Yeah, sure. That'd be
fun.

DOGGIE: That's a good idea.

Okay, chums. Exit, stage down.

YOGI:
OUh-oh. Too fast. Where's the

brakes?

[YELLS]

Help. And another help.

Phew. Saved by the cables.

Uh-oh. I spoke too soon.

Gang way. I can't stop.

That's Yogi. He's coming to the
rescue.

Uh, how do you do, ma'am?
I hope you're enjoying the ride.

How about that? Yogi did it.

Fantastical, miraculous. Good,
even.

I can't believe it.

Everything's all right now.

Thanks to Yogi. You've saved me
again.

I wanna thank Yogi personally.

He won't hear you, ma'am.
He's fast asleep.

Oh, poor thing.
He wore himself out rescuing me.

Ma'am, that's not the reason
he's sleepy.

Never mind. Take him to the
lodge

and put him to bed.

SMITH:
Yes, ma'am.

Thanks for the rescue, Yogi.

I'm glad now that I didn't take
you back

to your cave...

...which is where a hibernating
bear

really belongs.

Anyone for cross-country skiing?

DOGGIE: Yeah, that's a good
idea.

AUGIE: Yeah, that's for me.

We'll ski through Jellystone
Park. Mush.

BOO BOO:
Oh, golly, Cindy, that's a cute

hat.

-You really like it, Boo Boo?
-Yeah. Where'd you get it?

Mr. Dingwell gave me a job.
I'm a waitress.

Uh, stand right here, Cindy.
I'll be right back.

Huh? What's going on?

[GIGGLING]

This.

Oh, what was that for?

It's mistletoe.
It's a Christmas tradition,

Cindy.

You can kiss anyone
who's under the mistletoe.

-Anyone?
-Yes.

Mr. Dingwell told me and Mr.
Ranger

and Otto, the chef.

Oh, Boo Boo.

I'm so grateful to you.

Uh, why?

I'll tell you why, Boo Boo,
when I find Yogi.

[SINGING]
I'm bashful, coy and timid

I can't help acting shy

I'm diffident, self-conscious

No matter how I try

I'm so demure

I'm skittish

I just can't tell you why

But the guy who invented
mistletoe

Is smarter than the average guy

Show me a sprig of mistletoe

That Yogi Bear will stand below

And I'll show you a gal that
isn't shy

Give me a sprig of mistletoe

And when I turn those lights
down low

Watch out
I'm gonna give it one more try

Beneath that sprig of mistletoe

I'm not too sure how far I'll go

But one thing's sure
I'm out to get that guy

I'll cuddle close, he'll hold me
tight

Those kisses will be out of
sight

I'll probably die
But what a way to go, yeah

I really dig a sprig

Just a teeny-weeny twig

I really dig a sprig of
mistletoe

Hey, hey, who was banging on the
drum?

Come here, Yogi.

Uh, later, Cindy.
I wanna go back to the sack.

Oh, please, Yogi. You can sleep
later.

There's something I wanna show
you.

-Uh, where?
-Right over there.

-Come with me.
-What is it?

Ooh, heh.

It's a surprise.

Something you're gonna like a
lot.

I hope.

Hey, hey, hey, what's this?

You were right, Cindy, old girl.
This is my kind of surprise.

Oh, Yogi. That's not the
surprise I meant.

Well, don't feel blue.
Until I'm through, this one will

do.

Ooh!

I'll get him under the mistletoe
somehow.

So this is the famous geyser.

It shoots water up in the sky,
about 400 feet up.

THROCKMORTON:
Why do they call it Old

Faithful?

Because it's one of nature's
unpredictable wonders.

Yeah, like Yogi.

[CHUCKLING]

[RUMBLING]

-What's that?
-It's getting ready to spout.

How do you like that?
What a coinkydinky.

-Are we safe here?
DOGGIE: Nothing to worry about,

lady...

...long as we're behind this
fence.

HUCKLEBERRY:
Well, there she blows.

Oh! Astonishing.
What power. What force.

It's breathtaking.

Indeed it is. Summer and
winter...

...tourists come from all over
just to see this phenomenanom.

Phenomenomenonana. This geyser,
even.

Uh-huh. And they all check in
to the Jellystone Lodge.

Uh, Mrs. Throckmorton's
Jellystone Lodge.

Look, I know how you all feel
about the lodge...

...and I can understand why,
but I really must sell it.

Aw, gee. Why, Mrs. Throckmorton?

-For business reasons, Augie.
-Gosh.

Augie, if the lady says she
must,

then she must.

There. Now Yogi can't walk
anywhere

through this lobby...

...without having to kiss me.

Hey, hey, hey, what's this?

What are you doing in high
places?

Oh, Yogi. You're just in time.

-In time for what?
-Yogi, look up.

Say, uh, what's that stuff
growing

out of the ceiling?

It's mistletoe, Yogi.

-And I'm standing under it.
-So?

That means you can kiss me
if you want to...

...or I can kiss you.

Huh? Uh.

-How come?
-Because you're standing under

it too.

-Are you sure?
-She's right, Yogi.

It's an old Christmas tradition.

Uh, listen, Cindy, uh....

Oh, I'm late. I gotta check the
bobsled.

Yogi Bear, come right back here.

You owe me a kiss.

Where is he?
He won't get away this time.

Yogi Bear, where's your
Christmas spirit?

Uh-oh! Here she comes. I gotta
find--

I gotta find a hiding place.
Ah-ha!

That's it.

Another brilliant Yogi move.
I'm safe now.

Hey, what's this? I'm moving.
Yipe!

Help!

Boo Boo, Mr. Ranger...

...somebody!

[GROWLING]

Oh, my goodness. What's that?

AUGIE:
A snow monster. He's real mad.

Maybe he's trying to
communicate.

What a nasty predicament.

Just a minute. Just a minute.

I'll handle this blustering
Bigfoot.

Now, listen here.

How dare you intimidate or
interlock us

or trepidate us, even?

Huh?

I am a genuine, bona fide lion.
King of the jungle.

I'll have you know I'm fearless.

[ROARING]

Well, since you put it that
way...

...help!

Run for your lives. Exit, stage
left.

Oh, dear. Here comes the
monster.

[GROWLING]

[YELLING]

Arr-- Huh?

Aah!

THROCKMORTON: Mr. Dingwell,
I have a bone to pick with you.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Throckmorton?

Yogi Bear rescued me today,
not once, but twice.

Why is he only a ski instructor?

But, Mrs. Throckmorton, you told
me--

-Must you do everything I tell
you?

-No, ma'am.

Good. Then do what I tell you.
Promote Yogi to chief of

security.

Excuse me, ma'am.
I'm in charge of security.

Of course, you are, ranger, in
the park.

But on my property,
Yogi is chief of security.

Yogi? Oh..

I think I'll go to his cave
and sleep through the winter.

Chief of security, huh?

That old fuzz ball. I'll keep
him hopping.

[LAUGHING]

Hey, hey, as chief of
security...

...it's my job to prevent people
from stealing things.

Even kisses from me.

And so this mistletoe has gotta
go.

Got you.

YOGI [ON LOUDSPEAKER]:
Hey, hey, hey, attention please.

This is your new security chief,
Yogi Bear,

with a special announcement.

The hotel bus will leave in 10
minutes...

...for the ice fishing contest
on Jellystone Lake.

Thank you and merci beaucoup.

Ice fishing? Gee.

Who'd wanna catch a piece of
ice?

Aunt Sophie, I'm not gonna go
to that old ice-fishing contest.

Of course not, Snively.
It's very cold on that lake.

I'm glad you'd rather stay here.

Huh? In that case, I wanna go.

Very well, then, go. I'm staying
here.

Mm, yummy, yum-yum.

Uh, when do we cook them up
and eat them, Mr. Ding-Dong?

After the judging, Yogi.

What's to judge? I'm the champ.

That's what you think, Snively.
I'm the champ. My fish is

longer.

That's not a fish. It's an eel.

Hmm. Snively has a good point.

Hey, hey, hey, you're wrong,
kiddo.

Rule book says, "An eel is a
fish."

Oh, well, keep trying, Snively.
You may still win.

You're all against me.

[DOGGIE SHUDDERS]

I'm freezing. These old bones
could stand

a bit of warming up.

So the champ wants to warm up,
huh?

Hmm. This hut has no floor
and there's an ice hole nobody's

using.

No. No, no, no.

It wouldn't be right
for the chief of security to

steal a fish.

Uh-oh. The fishing hut.

Hey.

Help.

You did that on purpose.

Wahh! Take me back to the hotel.

I'm gonna tell my Aunt Sophie on
you.

[CRYING]

Gee, fellas,
I didn't know the kid was back

there.

Makes no never mind, Yogi.

If Mrs. Throckmorton gets mad
about this...

...she's sure as shooting
gonna sell the hotel.

Snively, what happened to you?

It was that mean, old Yogi.

He pushed me into the icy water
for no reason at all.

That's right,
put the blame on me, Mrs. T.

-You came to apologize?
-Uh, no, sir, ma'am, I did not.

And I'm not a bit sorry
because this kid deserved it.

He's lying, Aunt Sophie.

THROCKMORTON:
What did he do wrong, Yogi?

Uh, madam, I'm a bear, not a
snitch-cat.

I wanna thank you, Yogi.

It's about time
someone taught Snively a lesson.

Hey, Aunt Sophie..

THROCKMORTON: Now,
perhaps he'll stop acting like a

spoiled brat.

Huh? You'll be sorry, Aunt
Sophie.

And so will you, you old fuzz
ball.

-Ow! Oh, oh!
-You'll see. You'll see.

Gee, maybe I ought to have
apologized.

No, he'll be a better boy for
it,

thanks to you, Yogi.

How can she treat
her own favorite nephew like

this?

Well, I'll get even.

I'll spoil
their dumb, old Christmas

holiday.

I'll give her something to worry
about...

...like a missing nephew, that's
what.

I'll run away, for days maybe.

She'll think I'm lost. Ha-ha-ha!

Now, let's see....

Where am I? I really am lost.
I don't know the way back.

Hello? Anybody around?

Hey, can anyone hear me?

I'm lost. Help me.

Maybe I shouldn't have been
such a mean little kid.

Oh, no, I'm sealed in.

Nobody knows I'm here.
I gotta get out of here.

I still don't know where I am.

Better keep moving.

"Herman the Hermit."

Maybe he can give me directions.

Hi. Anybody home?

He's not here.
I'll wait for him to come back.

But I'm so tired.
I could sleep on anything.

Oh, there you are, Mr. Dingwell.

Does anyone know where Snively
is?

I saw him through my window,
skiing down the mountain this

morning.

So that's it.
He ran away just to spite me.

Oh, this is bad.

He could be lost out there
in the wilderness.

Don't you worry, Mrs.
Throckmorton.

We'll form a search party.

Mr. Ranger, nobody knows
Jellystone Park

better than Yogi.

That's true.

Yogi is familiar
with every nook and cranny.

They're right, ranger.
And Yogi is the chief of

security.

Well, okay.

Yogi, we need you. Snively ran
away.

He could be lost out there.

Lost? Well, as security-type
chief

around here, I will form a
search party.

I've already done that, Yogi.

I'll search from the air, in my
helicopter.

And, uh, I'll lead the ground
party?

Correct. You and the others will
spread out

over the area and reconnoiter.

-Reek-a-what-a?
-Reconnoiter. Search through the

park.

Oh, yes, sir, yes, sir, Mr.
Ranger.

And, sir, nice to have you on my
team.

Oh, boy.

Don't worry about a thing, sir.

Me and the gang will reek
the best connoiter you ever saw.

[CHUCKLES]

YOGI:
Now hear this.

There's a boy out there with a
cold nose

and cold toes...

...and where he is, nobody
knows.

So here goes.

Wagon, ho.

Those ding-dang Christmas dudes.

Can't stand having them around.

Dang, bang, ding bust it. He's
one of them.

Hey, you. Wake up.

You got no right breaking into
my cave.

You're with that Christmas
bunch,

ain't you?

Not me, mister. I can't stand
them.

I'm fed up with you nervy,
noisy,

nosy Christmas tourists.

And your cockamamie
Christmas carnivals.

-Them contests are stupid.
-Boy, are they ever.

All that screaming and hollering
and singing

them namby-pamby Christmas
songs.

Yeah. Really dumb songs.

Christmas. Bah!

All that nonsense about Santa
Claus.

Yeah, kid stuff. I hate
Christmas.

And decorating trees with tinsel
and ornaments and-- What did you

say?

I think Christmas is a rotten
holiday.

What's your name, boy?

-Snively.
-Ha.

Nice name. You hungry, boy?

Somewheres around here,
I got a jug of pickled snails.

Yuck! No, thanks.

You know, Herman, you and me...

...we're on the same wavelength.

Well, Snively, I'm glad to see
that you hate Christmas too.

And I wish for all them
Christmas-loving dudes down

there...

...a very miserable Christmas.

[SINGING]
Because I'm mean, sour, nasty

and cruel

I gets my pleasure as a general
rule

Out of scaring them folks
With their carnival Yule

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[ROARS]

I do it sneaky

I operate a bit outside the law

I'm the slyest, thorniest,
downright orniest

Hermit you ever saw

I'm sour, bad, nasty and mean

I'll ruin Christmas, scare Santa
away

Chase off them reindeer
And burn up the sleigh

Ha-ha-ha!

We'll get them good, won't we,
Snively?

Right, you mean, old hermit.

Bah! Humbug. Double humbug.

BOTH [SINGING]:
We're mean, sour, nasty and

cruel

We gets our pleasure as a
general rule

Out of scaring these dudes

With their carnival Yule

[BOTH LAUGHING]

YOGI: Okay, platoon,
this will be our command post.

Now let's break out
the search-type equipment and

split up.

Hey, hey, hey, what's this?
Sleeping on duty?

Hey, hey, you two.
Rise and shine. Hit the deck.

They can't help it.
This is hibernating time for

bears.

Yeah, that's right.
We should all be having our

winter snooze.

[YAWNS]

Okay, we'll let them sleep.

It's back to duty.

All right, search party,
you got your assignments.

Now spread out and search for
that poor, sweet, helpless,

pesky, little brat.

Gung ho.

[SNORING]

SMITH [OVER RADIO]:
This is Ranger Smith calling

Yogi Bear.

Yogi, wake up.

Yes, sir. Uh, where are you,
sir?

SMITH:
Inside your walkie-talkie,

that's where.

Huh? Oh, I get it. You're in the
chopper.

I see no sign of Snively.

Do you have anything to report?

No, sir, Mr. Ranger,
I have nothing to report.

Except an accident.

A Santa Claus costume?

[LAUGHING]

I swiped that during
last year's Christmas carnival.

Took it off a snowman.

This one too. His elf.

Hey, then you're the mysterious
character

who caused all the trouble last
year.

You bet, sonny boy.

Herman, would you like to
unravel

this year's carnival too?

I been trying,
but this is the last day of the

carnival.

And the most important one.

Everybody's looking forward
to the big tree-trimming party

tonight.

Ah-ha! We steal the ornaments.

Not we, Herman.

Two other characters will steal
them.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Look, dear, old Dad, a reindeer.

So it is, Augie, my boy,
just like the kind that pulls

Santa's sleigh.

How do you like that?

Someone tried to lasso that poor
creature.

Snively?

Come on, dear, old Dad, let's
get him.

All right, Snively, come out of
there.

Ho, ho, ho!
I've been called Santa, and St.

Nick...

...but no one's ever called me
Snively.

Yeah, who is Snively?

Gee, dear old flabbergasted Dad,
it's Santa Claus and his helper.

Ha-ha-ha. Will wonders never
cease?

What are you doing here
in Jellystone, Santa?

Ho, ho!

Tonight is Christmas Eve, my big
night.

But wouldn't you know it...

...one of my reindeer came down
with a bad cold...

...so me and my elf came here
to find a replacement.

Wow, in Jellystone Park.

You know, Santa, old pal...

...we're throwing a party
tonight

at the Jellystone Lodge.

Really? Well, ain't that nice?

Long as you're in the
neighborhood...

...you think you could spare a
minute

to drop in?

Ho, ho! Yes, indeed, sir.
We will definitely visit the

lodge.

Yeah. Ho, ho.

Maybe sooner than you think.

Oh, boy. Thanks.

Come on, dear, old Dad,
Santa's gonna catch a reindeer.

See you tonight, Santa.

Forget about the reindeer,
Herman.

We can pull this caper off
without them.

Let's go.

Security Chief Yogi Bear to
Ranger Smith.

I read you, Yogi. Find anything?

Yes, sir, sir.

Ski tracks near the geyser.
Could be Snively's.

They lead right into the woods.

I can't see into the woods from
up here.

You check it out.

Yes, sir. Roger and wilco, over
and out...

...10-4, end transmission, au
revoir.

SMITH:
Will you get going?

As you wish, sir.

Gee, what a grouch.

HERMAN:
The hotel bus?

This means a search party's
looking for you,

Snively.

-That's bad.
-No, that's good.

The lodge is practically
deserted.

It'll make our caper that much
easier.

The woods must be crawling
with searchers. Let's get

moving.

Wait. We'll give this dopey
search party

something else to search for.

These two sleeping beauties.

Ha, ha! Now let's get those
ornaments.

No, Mrs. Throckmorton,
there's been no word from the

search party.

Mr. Dingwell? The Christmas
ornaments,

where shall I put them?

By the fireplace, Otto. Under
the tree.

Wait till you see the wonderful
dishes

I am preparing for the party.

Otto, with Mrs. Throckmorton's
nephew

lost out there in the
wilderness...

...there'll be no party.

It's unthinkable.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

They've returned.

I hope it's good news.

Huh? Santa Claus?

Heh, heh. Not really, sir.

We're the actors hired by Ranger
Smith

for the party.

Oh? He didn't tell me.

Well, it's supposed to be a
surprise.

Yeah. We came early to check out
the chimney and the fireplace.

Well, the party may be cancelled
but, okay, no harm in checking

it out.

Excuse me, I have work to do.

You go on the roof, Herman.
I'll check the fireplace.

Okay, Santa, drop it.

Got it. Now, wait for my signal.

Okay, Herman, up we go.

I'll lower you and the crate
down

the back of the building.

Hmm.

Who's that on the roof of the
lodge?

Great Scott.
It's Santa Claus and a little

elf.

Wait, the elf looks like--

Could it be?

Yes, it's Snively Throckmorton.

Ranger Smith to search party.

Snively is no longer missing.
He's back at the lodge.

Call off the search. You may
return.

Hey, hey, hey, that makes my
day.

It's back to the chalet.

-That's the ranger's copter.
-Heading this way.

Hold on, Snively.

Can't see them from here.

Oh, dear. They got away.

Look, they're dragging the crate
through the snow. Come on.

My copter. They're flying off
with it.

DINGWELL:
And with our special ornaments.

I told you my plan would work.
We'll hide this in your cave.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Hey, hey, hey, what's this?
The hotel bus sitting on the

geyser?

Cindy and Boo Boo are still in
it.

Could go off any time.
I gotta get them out of there.

Oh, oh, we're running out of
gas.

Yipe! Water's boiling
underground.

It's ready to spout.

Cindy, wake up.
We gotta drive this thing out of

here.

Herman, look down there.

It's Yogi trying to drive the
bus away.

Fly closer, Herm. I wanna see
this.

This will be a barrel of fun
if that geyser goes off.

Gotta get going, fast.

[YELLING]

CINDY:
Yogi, where are we?

What's happening?

Never mind, Cindy.
Just hang on to Boo Boo.

Herman, I see the bus,
but where are those stupid

bears?

HERMAN: Ding dang it.
This darn chopper is turning

back.

-Like it has a mind of its own.
SNIVELY: Huh?

Heavens to Ebenezer Scrooge.

The tree-trimming party is
canceled?

Sorry, group. Snively and some
unknown

person in a Santa costume...

...stole all the ornaments.

THROCKMORTON:
Oh, that's Yogi and Cindy and

Boo Boo.

It's gonna crash. Scatter.

Way to go, Yogi.

Now, that's what I call a
security officer.

Lookie, dear, old Dad,
the tree decorations are back.

[CRYING]

It was all his fault. He made me
do it.

A likely story.

I'll deal with you later.
Go to your room and stay there.

Herman, eh? Well, that name
will soon be changed to a

number.

You're under arrest.

Ranger, must you? On Christmas
Eve?

What--?

Oh, okay.

Rangers have Christmas spirit
too.

You're free to go.

-Attaboy, Mr. Ranger.
-Good for you.

That's right nice.

Herman, you're welcome to attend
our tree-trimming party tonight.

Tree-trimming party. Bah!

Santa Claus. Bah!

I ain't one of your ding-dang
Christmas tourists.

Christmas carols, Christmas
presents,

Christmas spirit. Bah!

All that fuss.

Yogi, Cindy, Boo Boo,
are you guys all right?

-I'm okay.
-Me too.

Yogi? Uh-oh.

Yogi, are you in there?

Hey, hey. I was, uh, catching 40
winks

in the hay, hay, hay.

Yogi, my boy, your heroics today
were absolutely

magnitudinaminous.

They certainly were.
Yogi managed everything

beautifully.

Oh, yes, indeed.

Speaking of managing...

...I think Yogi deserves another
promotion,

don't you?

Why, yes, of course.
But promote him to what?

The next step is....

Hotel manager.

Hotel manager.

YOGI: Hey, hey, let's go.
Time to start our tree-trimming

party.

It's Christmas Eve. Where is
everybody?

Front, front. Let's get some
action here.

If it's action you want, Yogi...

...I'm ready, willing and
kissable.

Uh, not now, Cindy.

I'm ringing the bell
for the hotel personnel.

A waitress is hotel personnel.

Yogi Bear, when am I gonna get
that Christmas kiss?

Cindy, uh, I gotta start the
celebration

which leaves no time for
osculation.

Ooh.

-Excuses, excuses.
-Gee.

It ain't easy being a dreamboat.

Front, front.

-Bellboy Boo Boo reporting.
-You rang, sir?

Gee, Mr. Dingwell,
when he rings the bell...

...he wants the bellboy,
not the hotel manager.

Boo Boo, that is no longer my
position.

Mrs. Throckmorton made
Yogi the manager.

And with good reason, Mr.
Ding-Dong.

I'm smarter than the average
bear.

Well, what do you want me to do,
Mr. Manager?

Go upstairs, little cub-type
flunky,

and knock on all the doors.

-Yes, sir, Mr. Manager.
YOGI: There's more.

Tell all the guests to come
downstairs

for the party.

Right, Yogi. I mean, Mr.
Manager.

And I? What do you wish of me?

Mr. Ding-A-Ling, as my
assistant...

...your assignment is to take
charge

of the desk for a few minutes.

I'm gonna check on
the, uh, party refreshments.

That won't be necessary.
I've already checked them out.

Uh, you have?

I just came from the kitchen,
tasted all the refreshments.

Everything's delicious.

Delicious, huh?

Well, uh-- Uh....

I'm sorry, Mr. Dingle-Dangle,
but I can't take your word for

it.

As any first-class executive
will tell you...

...if you want something done
right,

you gotta do it yourself.

Set it on the floor, Boo Boo.
Right here.

Ugh. I can't lift it. It's too
heavy.

You're doing it all wrong.

Lift the hand truck and let it
slide off.

Merry Christmas, y'all.

Say, appears like we're the
first guests.

Dear me.

How awkward, how gauche...

...embarrassing, even.

[GRUNTS]

Come now, Boo Boo,
you can lift it if you try.

Here, Boo, I'll do it for you.
There you are.

Lookie here, Snag,
Mr. Dingwell's all lit up for

Christmas.

So he is, so he is.

How clever, how original.

How painful, even.

The crate is on my feet.

[SIGHS]

HUCKLEBERRY:
Poor Mr. Dingwell.

I should say. That smarts.

That ain't what I meant, Snag.

Huck means Mr. Dingwell
won't have any place to go...

...after Mrs. Throckmorton
sells the lodge.

Wow, it sure takes you a long
time

to get ready, Aunt Sophie.

Why are you wearing those
clothes?

I've decided to go to the party,
after all.

Oh, you have?

Yeah. I figure I'll get a few
laughs

watching those dum-dums act
silly.

Snively, any laughing you do
tonight

will be done right here.

-No party for you.
-Huh?

You are restricted to your room.

Hey, wait a minute.
I'm gonna tell Mommy and Daddy

that--

Knock it off, Snively.

You did everything you could
to spoil their Christmas

carnival.

I'm not going to let you spoil
their party.

See if I care. I didn't wanna go
to your stupid, old party,

anyway.

[CRYING]

Herman the Hermit.
What are you doing here?

-Get a blanket.
-Huh? Why?

We're gonna have our own little
party,

outside.

Oh, wow! Terrific.

And it won't have nothing to do
with all that Christmas humbug.

We don't need no Christmas tree
nor no hoity-toity buffet

dinner.

I brung us a bag full of
delicious grub

from my cave.

Come on.

[SINGING] In a canyon, in a
canyon

Excavating for a mine

Lived a miner, forty-niner

Augie, my boy, I think now's the
time

to give you one of your
Christmas presents.

Oh, thanks, dear old considerate
Dad.

You are lost and gone forever
Oh, my darling, Clementine

Heavens to Murgatroyd.

Shouldn't we be singing
our Christmas carols?

We will, Snag, when our leader
shows up.

Ma'am, perhaps I should go out
and look for Yogi.

Um, no need for that, Ranger.
I'm sure Yogi will be here soon.

Why don't we start trimming the
tree?

[CHEERING]

One at a time, y'all. Don't
crowd.

Group, what we have here
is a lack of coordination.

Let's keep this orderly.

Huckleberry, I'll hang the
popcorn string.

Cranberry, could I have a string
of huckleberries?

I mean, Huckleberry, could I
have the string

of cranberries?

Let me have the Christmas
stockings.

ALL [SINGING]: We're making a
big to-do

About this Christmas

Everybody's trimming the
Christmas tree

With lights aglow, with
mistletoe

AUGIE:
Colored balls tied with a bow

ALL:
And cookie dolls and ginger

dough for me

And me.

ALL: Hey, we're making a big
to-do

About this Christmas

Yuletide spirit is catching,
yes, sirree

-Popcorn strings
-Pretzel things

-Stars that shine
BOO BOO: A bell that rings

Shrieks of joy and laughter
bring to me

A snowman that is kind of fat

BOO BOO:
That's really made of snow

ALL:
Stockings hung, the biggest ones

With no holes in the toe

ALL: Hey, we're making a big
to-do

About this Christmas

Making a big to-do and doing it
right

ALL: Our tree is green, the best
I've seen

We will have swept the chimney
clean

So Santa Claus
Can make the scene tonight

Santa Claus can make the scene
tonight

Listen to them.
They think they're having a good

time.

[SNIFFING]

I smell chestnut stuffing.
They must have a Christmas

turkey.

Christmas. Bah!

Lookie here what I brung.
Delicious grub.

This here's a piece of dried
catfish...

...some very tasty turnips
I dug from the forest...

...couple of hardtack
biscuits...

...ah-ha, and for dessert...

...three buffalo berries each.

Thanks, Herman.

AUGIE: Mrs. Throckmorton?
Where's Yogi and Boo Boo?

THROCKMORTON:
They'll be here any minute,

Augie.

Otto, slice the turkey.

Dried catfish, Snively.

Tastes like nothing you ever
ate.

Yuck! You're right.

[CHATTERING]

HUCKLEBERRY:
It just don't seem right, Snag.

Poor Yogi and Boo Boo.
They're missing all the fun.

[HORN HONKING]

Heavens to Gabriel,
who's blowing that horn?

Somebody's trying to spoil the
party.

-I'll make them scat.
-Stay back, Huckleberry.

This is a job for the ranger.

-Huh?
-Oh! Ha, ha.

Yogi, what's the meaning of
this?

I'll explain later, sir.

Yeah, we have to park the bus.

And we'll be at the party
before you count three...

...so save some goodies
for Boo Boo and me.

Ma'am, who are these children?

Relax, ranger. I sent for them.

These dear, sweet children are
orphans

who have never had a Christmas
vacation.

Well, this year,
they're going to have one...

...beginning with this party.

Heh, heh. So that's where Yogi
was.

Yep. Driving the kids up from
the city.

THROCKMORTON:
And now for my surprise

announcement.

I'm not going to sell
the Jellystone Lodge.

[ALL CHEERING]

DINGWELL:
That's wonderful.

I'm going to donate the lodge...

...to the Jellystone Foundation,
of which I am the president.

It'll be used as a year-round
vacation spot

for orphans.

And every winter, all of you
will be invited back for the

winter carnival.

[CHEERING]

Uh, ma'am?

-We have a question to ask you.
-Go ahead.

Yes. Uh, well, uh, next year,
uh, who will be the hotel

manager?

Why, you will, Mr. Dingwell.

Oh, thank you.

I'll start planning immediately
for next year's carnival.

No, no. That will be the job of
our new

permanent Christmas carnival
director.

-And that is?
-Yogi Bear.

-Yogi Bear.
-Yogi Bear.

[CHEERING]

[YOGI YELLING]

Oof! Ho, ho, ho.

Merry Christmas.

Look, children, it's Santa
Claus.

And his little helper.

He came to bring you
your Christmas presents.

Heavens to Kris Kringle,
that's not the real--

Hush up, Snag.
Don't spoil it for the

young'uns.

Gee, dear, old Dad,
how come Santa has a nose like a

bear?

Let's put it this way, Augie, my
boy...

...that is not your average
Santa Claus.

Uh-oh. Ha, ha.

I almost made a boo-boo.

A boo-boo?
And that's not your average elf.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

Ho, ho, ho. What have we here?

Now, uh, which one of you is
Rosita?

And who's Tommy?

I'm still hungry.
Boy, I wish I was at that party.

No you don't, kid.
You and me, we hate Christmas,

right?

Yeah. I guess so.

Of course you do.

And here's Santa's gift
for little Augie Doggie.

Let's see now, little elf-type
buddy,

uh, who didn't get a present?

Oh, ho, ho, ho.

There's somebody.

HUCKLEBERRY: It's Herman the
Hermit.

AUGIE: And Snively.

Snively? Where's Snively?

-Outside, ma'am.
-At the window.

THROCKMORTON:
I don't see him.

He was there a moment ago
with Herman.

Ho, ho, ho! Hold everything. Old
Santa

found a couple of more
customers.

Merry Christmas, Snively.

You too, Herman.

Welcome to the party.
You boys must be hungry.

You-- You're not gonna punish
me,

Aunt Sophie?

I may, Snively,
if you don't eat everything on

that plate.

Happy Christmas to both of you.

And here's a Christmas dinner
for you,

Herman.

Ho, ho, ho!

Bring those latecomers over
here.

Old Santa may have something for
them.

For--? For us?

Maybe. Who knows?

Here's one says,
"Happy holiday to Snively."

And this one says,
"Merry Christmas to Herman."

SNIVELY: He wasn't fooling,
Herman

Our names are on them.

In spite of all we done,
they bought Christmas gifts for

us.

Comes Christmas time,
bygones is bygones.

It's what you call Christmas
spirit.

You know something, Herman?

They're not dum-dums. We are.

I know.

We had it all wrong.

-We love Christmas.
-We love Christmas.

And Christmas loves you.

Why? The answer's easy.

Because Christmas loves
everyone.

ALL:
Hooray for Christmas.

Yogi? I mean, Santa?

Uh, didn't you bring a present
for Cindy?

Please, it really doesn't
matter.

Cindy, huh? Well, how about
that?

"Happy Christmas to Cindy Bear."

Oh, thank you.

Oh!

It's beautiful.

ALL:
Ah.

Oh! Thank you, Santa.

Ho, ho, ho!
And that ain't all that goes

with it.

Cindy Bear, I hereby crown you
Miss Jellystone Park.

Oh! Ha.

And here's something else
that goes with it.

[SINGING] All at once I've just
decided

That I'm very much excited

I've been kissed
I mean kissed by Yogi Bear

My heart's more than just
aflutter

I can't speak for fear I'll
stutter

[STUTTERS]
I've been kissed by that bear

Why is it so
That mistletoe is just for

Christmas?

Why can't it be a thing we use
Throughout the year?

Each day I could insist
And properly be kissed

Then cuddle close and purr in
Yogi's ear

Then I could kiss him every
night

Beneath the moonlight

And I could kiss him
When there isn't any moon

I can't stand the thought of
missing

All that tender love and kissing

That old custom's out of date
Take it away

Mistletoe, I'm going to use you
everyday

[SIGHS]

What have I done?

These lips are lethal weapons.

[MAN YELLING]

After all these years,
I still don't have the hang of

it.

Ho, ho, ho, ho.
Merry Christmas, everyone.

Well, well, what have we here?
A jolly group.

Just a moment.

This, sir, is a private party.
How dare you crash our bash?

You want me to leave?

Hey, hey, hey,
let's not forget our

Christmas-type spirit.

The welcome mat is out for
anyone

who drops in.

-Ho, ho. I certainly did.
-I know what you mean, sir.

There ought to be an easier way
for us Santa Clauses.

Say, we're wearing the same
outfit.

Uh, not exactically, stranger.

If you will notice, my duds are
the official, authentic Santa

Claus costume.

Oh? And mine isn't?

Well, now, sir, uh,
the overall effect ain't bad...

...but those boots, they're cut
too low.

Santa would never wear those.

Oh. Yeah, I see.

And, I might add,
you put too much stuffing in

your suit.

The real Santa ain't that fat.

-You don't say?
-I do say.

-Old Santa and I are close-type
buddies.

-Yogi.

And, sir, I don't mean to offend
you,

but that fake beard?

Is just too much.

Hey, you got that glued on
pretty tight.

I realize that. And painfully.

Yogi.

What is it, little elf-type pal?

-That's the real Santa Claus.
-Huh?

Uh-oh.

I think you're right.

Gee, whillikers, Santa, uh, I'm
sorry.

-Hope you're not sore.
-Well, how could I be...

...when you've done all my work
for me here?

Huh?

Oh, passing out all these
Christmas presents

to the children.

This is my busy night.

You've saved me a lot of time
and work.

Thank you, Yogi Claus.

Well, my reindeer are waiting on
the roof.

Wait. I almost forgot.

I have one Christmas gift in
here

that hasn't been delivered.

And this one's for you, Yogi.

Something you've always wanted.

Look, Yogi, it's a picnic
basket.

Happy Christmas, Yogi Bear.
Ho, ho, ho, ho!

Take it, it's yours.

Uh-oh.

Oh, no. Not again.

Yogi. Yogi, wake up.

This'll do it, Boo Boo.

I guess it won't.

You see, Santa, this time of
year,

Yogi's supposed to be
hibernating.

When he wakes up in the spring,
wish him a happy Christmas from

me.

Ho, ho, ho, ho!

A merry Christmas to all
and to all a good night.

Group, Yogi Bear accomplished
what he set out to do.

He stayed awake through
Christmas.

[ALL CHEERING]

And now it's my duty to return
Yogi

to his cave.

Um, if you don't mind, Mr.
Ranger,

I'd like to go along with you.

Me too. Can I, dear, old Dad?

And why not? This looks like
another act

everybody wants to get into.

Aunt Sophie? May I go too?
And Herman?

Certainly, Snively. And count me
in.

All right, everyone follow me
and Ranger Smith.

CHORUS [SINGING]:
It's our favorite time of the

year

It's that magical time of good
cheer

I guess part of the reasons
The heart of the seasons

That Christmas is practically
here

Every shop window
Up and down the boulevard

Has the look
Of a big expensive Christmas

card

There's a train load of trees
At the railroad yard

And one of these
Soon will be ours

Every roof wears a blanket of
snow

Every face wears a holiday glow

All the world is feeling
That mistletoe feeling

That tells us Christmas is here

It's our favorite time of the
year

Good night, Yogi.
You're a dear, sweet bear.

Ding dang it. I gotta go along
with that.

Yeah. Good night, you old fuzz
ball.

You're some terrific character.

See you in the spring, Yogi.

Sleep well and merry Christmas.

[SNORING]

And to all of you out there,
a merry Christmas to you too.

Ho, ho, ho.

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