Ok now, muffins go on that table,
and then bog nog goes over there.
And remember, make sure
the piles of cookies are arranged in fun holiday shapes.
Oh man, Shrek, I just love this,
don't you just love this?
Sure, donkey.
This is going to be the best Christmas party ever.
Because this year eveverbody is going to sing
their favourite Chriastmas carol.
I hear even the Shrek family is going to sing.
Oh, yeah.
No more bog nog for him.
It's my most favourite time of the year,
with the party and carols and cider
in barrels for everyone here.
Hey Shrek, check it out.
I found a real Christmas elf out in the garbage.
I'm not an elf, I'm Rumpelstiltskin,
now let me out of this cage.
Oh, so you can run away again? I don't think so.
Hey wolf, you like that?
It's a mega sized Santa replica
made from a new magic called plastic.
Yeah, it's freakin me out.
Hey pigs, you gotta try dragon spicy reindeer apple balls.
Oh, no, thankyou. We are on a diet,
we are chubby buddies.
We are getting ready for our swimsuit weahter.
Move it along pigs, nothing to eat here.
You guys, this is not a place to take a nap.
Wake up, wake up.
It's the most fluffiest season of all,
where the fun never ends,
and my closest of friends are packed here in the hall.
I'll be shocked if this don't end in a brawl.
Attention, attention, attention, everbody.
I want to thank all of you for coming out to
my holiday extravaganza Caroling Christmas Tacular.
I hope all of you have been brushing up on your singing,
more than Gretchen brushes her teeth.
Take that and eat it.
There'll be apples for bobbing...
- and fruitcake - and sobbing,
and games filled with holiday fun...
there'll be candy and presents,roast turkey and pheasants.
And stockings for everyone.
It's my most favourite time of the year,
and you wont't want to leave cos
if you over leave Santa soon will be here.
It's my most favouresist time...
Where did you learn how to rhyme?
Christmas is my favourite time of the year.
Whooo, man, I feel good. Now who's going to singing next,
anbody, andobdy?
Ok well, then I guess I'll sing another.Ah-heeeeeeeeeeeee.
Sturing our big pot,
full of goodies for our snack,
funky century rot,
stink bugs by the stack.
How we like to eat,
worms and grubs and swamp,
it beings such a joy and is a treat
with pickled skunk on top so.
Bug cacoon lick the spoon,
try our cricket slurp.
I know why I just love that pie,
- Alwways makes me...-...burp.
Roadkill tastes so fine,
pigeon wings and spider strings,
it's the perfect way to dine.
Back in my village, the holiday season was all about the divo
dancing the flamenco,
and the bitter sweet serenade of the song.
Feliz Navidad,
I got fleas navidad,
my coat is itching and my eyes go sad.
I want a glee see
if we did for Christmas,
a fine leather free collar for Christmas,
and a shampoo fluffy for Christmas
to make the itching stop.
Don't mind if I do...
not on my watch.
Hey, they're just cookies, it's not like they're real.
What do you know about being real?
Nothing.
Alright everyone, let's wrap it up.
Fairytale fairytale, merrytale fun,
happily after happily done.
Snow man, you know man and donkey that speak,
and a puppet boy made of teak.
Abracadabra cookie-di-do,
I do like a Saturday's stew,
cheeses that pleases, that stink really bad,
that makes Christmas glad,
as we all trim the tree,
she's got time for the last time,
and a stocking full of coal for me,
piggidy piggidy,ogre roar now,
shake the rafters round,
huffing and a piffing in a granys frock.
That's the fairltale, that's the fairytale,
that's the fairytale rock.
Come on everyone, I'm busting you out,
no ones going to eat you this year.
Merry Christmas!