- Frosty: [sees the Summer Wheeze trucks pass by and spray the snow away] Oh, no!
- Holly: Don't get upset, Frosty.
- Frosty: Upset? "Upset" is waking up and finding out somebody forgot to give you a belly button. "Upset" is finding out somebody stole your nose to play foosball! This ain't "upset", kid! This is PANIC! I'm two squirts from being HISTORY!
- Narrator: Holly didn't sleep a wink that night, neither did Frosty. Beansborough had suddenly become a scary place at least to a happy-go-lucky guy like Frosty, who thought wearing no socks in January was living dangerously. Holly knew she had to do something fast if she wanted to protect Frosty.
- Frosty: [as Holly tries to get her hat off his head] Oh no, you don't. If you want something, take the tie, unless you think I need it.
- Kid: My dad says snow causes heart attacks.
- Charles: He must have snow confused with chili dogs. Any other questions?
- Lil: Holly? Oh, there you are! You locked your best friend in a box and just ran off. Now how are you going to feel when poor Charles grows up and has to join a support group?
- Miss Carbunkle: [hearing the class chant "No more snow!" repeatedly during Charles's oral report about snow except Holly] Hey, please! Settle down now! Where do you think you are, MTV?
- [going to Charles]
- Miss Carbunkle: Charles, have you finished?
- Charles: Yes, Miss Carbunkle.
- Miss Carbunkle: Fabulous. Let's go, Holly, bring on the bird!
- [sees Holly is gone]
- Miss Carbunkle: Holly?
- Mr. Twitchell: Removing snow's a breeze with one blast of Summer Wheeze. Hm, catchy isn't it? I want those words painted on buses, billboards, large dogs!
- [last lines]
- Narrator: And so the folks of Beansborough got their winter carnival after all. A tradition was saved. Summer Wheeze was permanently canned, and Mr. Twitchell decided to make sleds instead of trouble. He should have known he was no match for Mother Nature or a little girl like Holly. Next stop, Winnipeg. Nice town, plenty of parking space, and lots of cocoa.
- Narrator: Holly's plan seemed to flow without a hitch until...
- Miss Carbunkle: [seeing Holly's turkey drumstick sticking out from her desk] Holly, what is that sticking out of your desk?
- Holly: It's - just my lunch. Turkey.
- Miss Carbunkle: Don't you think you should cook it first?
- [the rest of the class laughs except Charles; Miss Carbunkle silences them]
- Miss Carbunkle: That's enough! Young lady, a school desk is no place for *poultry*, unless you choose to present it as a science project.
- Holly: I do.
- Miss Carbunkle: Well, then you'll have to wait until Charles is finished. Continue, Charles!
- [first lines]
- Narrator: Some folks say if you really want to see the country, take a bus. Or hop a train. Ride a bike. Me, I'm an old-fashioned kind of guy. Stick to what I know: snowflakes. I know it's not for everyone, but as long as you pack light, I mean, and wear at least three layers of undies, it's a lovely way to spend the winter.
- Holly: [seeing Charles carrying heavy bags of snow] What's that?
- Charles: Snow. I was saving it in the freezer for an experiment, but I figured Frosty needs it more than me. Gee, this place is starting to look drier than Miss Carbuncle's knees.
- Holly: Mr. Twitchell's trucks drove through while you were gone. Come on, we better hurry.
- Narrator: Sometimes it pays to have a man of science on your side. Most of us panic in a time of crises. Me, I reach for a cup of cocoa. Helps me focus. But a kid like Charles, well, he looks at a problem as something to solve. Just when Holly was about to give up, Charles remembered something.
- Mr. Twitchell: [as his cat, Bones, measures his head in front of his mirror] Well, will that crown fit me or not? I can always have the crown stretched or--my head--shrunk.
- [Bones meows, seeing the snow fall outside]
- Mr. Twitchell: What is it?
- [Bones and Mr. Twitchell head to the window]
- Mr. Twitchell: A snowfall! No fret, pussycat! That's exactly what we need for that carnival! We are gonna make an entrance!
- [cackles]
- Holly: [Holly is chasing her hat down the street, not watching where she's going, she ends up literally running into her teacher Miss Carbunkle] Oh! I'm sorry, I..uh--Miss Carbunkle!
- Miss Carbunkle: [Scolding] Is THIS how you spend your day off, young lady? Organizing a game of Tackle the Teacher?
- Holly: No. You see, I was practicing...
- Miss Carbunkle: Why don't you save your story for tomorrow's composition? Right now, Miss Carbunkle has a sidewalk to plow.
- [starts shoveling snow into a pile]
- Miss Carbunkle: Before you know it this darn snow turns into slush, and where there's slush there's ice, and where there's ice, there's broken hips, and where there's broken hips, there's substitute teachers!
- Holly: Miss Carbunkle, if you should see my hat...
- Miss Carbunkle: Not that I don't like the snow, just prefer it in its proper place, like on mountaintops, and poetry, and songs by Bing Crosby!
- Holly: Good bye, Miss Carbunkle!
- [walks away]
- Miss Carbunkle: It's no winter wonderland when you're skidding into a telephone pole!
- Lil: [after the carnival crowd finishes singing a reprise of "Let There Be Snow"] Well, *I don't think we *even* need to vote this year, neighbors, there could only be *one* king in this crowd!
- Lil: Welcome, one and all to Beansborough's annual Winter Carnival.
- [briefly chuckles]
- Lil: Um, before the festivities begin, I would just like to...
- [a procession of Summer Wheeze cars interrupts her, then we see Mr. Twitchell riding on his limo's hood]
- Mr. Twitchell: Greetings, neighbors! Who says you need snow to have a carnival, eh?
- [snickers]
- Mr. Twitchell: It's hard to believe that we've suffered for so many years. The slush, the frozen pipes, the icy streets!