Mr. Grouper: Oh, hello. You're, uh, you're probably here About the, Uh, the story. Elves love to tell stories. I-I'll bet you didn't know that about elves. There's, uh, probably a lot of things You... you didn't know about elves. Another... another interesting Uh, elf ism Uh, there are only three jobs available to an elf. The first is making shoes at night while, you know, while the old...the old cobbler sleeps. Or you can bake cookies In a tree. As you can imagine, it's, uh, dangerous having an oven In an oak tree during the dry season. But the third job... uh, some call It, uh, the show, or... or the big dance. it's the profession that every elf aspires to, And that is to build toys in Santa's workshop. I-It's a job only an elf can do, our... our nimble fingers, natural cheer and active minds are perfect for toy-building. They... they tried using gnomes and trolls, But the gnomes drank too much, and the trolls weren't toilet trained. No human being has ever set... set foot in Santa's workshop, Uh, that is until about 30 years ago when...as you may have guessed, that's where our story begins.

Nurse: (holding a baby) We're just going to make you feel so comfortable. (putting the baby in the cradle and giving him his bottle) There you are, it's time to go to sleep. Maybe by next Christmas you'll Have a home. (tucks him in) Merry Christmas, my angel. (walks away)

[Just as the baby was about to fall asleep, a brown bag and 2 black boots stepped down into the fireplace. As the jolly man in red pants and black boots went to eat some christmas cookies. the baby saw a teddy bear in his sack and crawls out of the crib to the teddy bear.]

[Back at Santa's workshop everybody's partying as Santa Clause himself gives his thankful speech and announcement]

Santa: All right, all right. We've had another very successful year. (cheers from the elves) So, after all that hard work, it's time to start preparations for next Christmas! (bigger cheers from the elves)

[As the elves starting getting back to work. Santa himself starting hearing a peep.]

Santa: What in the name of Sam hill Is that?

[The baby crawls out the bag looking frightened at what he's seeing. The elves are also stunned as 1 of them read what his diaper said.]

Elf 1: Little Nonny Diapers

Elf 2: His name is Nonny. He must've...

Joe: Snuck into your sack at the orphanage.

Elf 2: What do we do?

Mr. Grouper: [telling the story] So, Santa had a Decision to make, unfortunately when it Comes to babies, Santa's a... a pushover. So, Nonny stayed with, uh An older elf who had always wanted a child but had been so committed to Building toys, he... he, well, had forgotten to Settle down. [in the story] Santa? [telling the story] Yes, yes, I... I raised Nonny. I was his adopted father. Though while taking care of Nonny, He... he was very different from the other children. [(chuckles) come on Nonny faster.] I mean he was listening very well and he did follow instructions perfectly.

Miranda: Now before we learn how to build the latest in extreme graphic chipset processors, let's recite the Code of the Elves, shall we? Number one?

Elf Students & Nonny: Treat everyday like Christmas!

Miranda: Number two?

Elf Students & Nonny: There's room for everyone on the nice list!

Miranda: Number three?

Elf Students & Nonny: The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear!

Mr. Grouper: [telling the story] But the big difference and most complicated part of taking care of him was his behavior. I mean he was never mean, rude, or did anything evil. He treated everybody very nicely and got along with them - The older elves, his elf friends, me, and even santa. But it seemed to look impossible cause during all that in his first 5 years of his life he's never ever smiled in all his life, he just seemed to take his sweetness and kindness more seriously. I mean he would give other emotions like sad, tired, scared, or his face getting red. But we couldn't even get him to laugh, giggle, or even chuckle it was just impossible. So after some talk about this it was decided that he was maybe very smart and too adult that he should help with making toys more. We even decided when he turned 6 years old that he was old enough make him his own personal apprentice.

[in the story] Nonny: I've never been in this room before.

Mr. Grouper: Well, I think it's time you start your tinker training.

Nonny: (gasps) Santa's sleigh?

Mr. Grouper: You're gonna help me make it fly.

Nonny: I thought the magical reindeer make the sleigh fly.

Mr. Grouper: And where do the reindeer get their magic from?

Nonny: Christmas spirit. Everybody knows that.

Mr. Grouper: (hops onto the sleigh) Well, as silly as it sounds, a lot of people down south don't believe in Santa Claws.

Nonny: What?! wha...who do they think puts all their toys under the tree?

Mr. Grouper: Well, there's a rumor floating around that, uh, that the parents do it.

Nonny: The parents? All in In one night? What about Santa's cookies? Are they rumoring that the parents eat them, too?

Mr. Grouper: Yeah, I, uh, I... I know, uh, and every year less and less people believe in Santa Claws. I mean, we have a real energy crisis on our hands. I mean, just see how low the, uh Clausameter is.

Nonny: (looks at the Clausameter) That's shocking

Mr. Grouper: That's why I came up with this little beauty in the 60's. (starts the engine)

Nonny: WH-what is it?

Mr. Grouper: It's a cringle 3000...A 500-reindeer power jet turbine engine. without it, the sleigh couldn't get more than, uh, a few feet off the ground.

(The engine explodes a few sparks out)

Mr. Grouper: Well, it looks like we got a shortage in the thermo coupler. You wanna give me a hand with that?

Nonny: You want me to help?

Mr. Grouper: [telling the story] As much as, uh, Nonny was accepted by his family and friends, there were a few other drawbacks to being, uh, a human in, uh an elf's world other then how seriously he acts.

[In the workshop, all the elves are working tremendously fine, whilst Nonny was helping making the etch-a-sketches. He focuses on his work as Ming Ming walks over to him]

Nonny: Hey, Joe. Um... I'm gonna be a little bit short on today's quota.

Joe: It's all right, Nonny. Just how many etch-a-sketches did you help finish?

Nonny: Ummmmm?

Joe: Come on, Nonny How many?

Nonny: I helped with, uh... 85?

Joe: 85? That puts you... (he checks the quota scroll) 915 off the pace.

Nonny: (looking stunned and confused)

Mr. Grouper: [telling the story] Then 1 day Nonny was on a elf school field trip with his elf friends. He then over hears elves talking about him.

Joe: Hey, Dan? I hate to do this to you, but you think you could help me pick up the slack on those etch-a-sketches?

Dan: No problem. I appreciate it.

Joe: Thanks cause i'm kinda worried about Nonny helping.

Dan: I know what you mean. Cause soon he's gonna be more adult and very soon taller then all of us.

Joe: Yeah that's my issue. I just hope he doesn't get wise.

Dan: Well, He's only 6 years old, he'll probably figure out he's a human by the time he becomes an adult.

[Nonny's expression on his face becomes concerned, Feeling worried as Foom Foom's words "he'll probably figure out he's a human by the time he becomes an adult." echoes around his head, and catches a flashback to where a elf is fitting him with shoes.]

Nonny: [In flashback] Just about right

(He gets another flashback with Nonny in a shower, of course he is the right size for the shower without his hat on. Another flashback shows Nonny sleeping perfectly in his small bed. Nonny becomes more shocked as 1 of his elf friends looks at him with more concern shaken.)

Avi: Hey you don't look so good, Nonny. Are you okay?

Nonny: (still shaken with concern) I'll be okay, I just need a glass of water (closes his eyes and faints)

[His friends and teacher are shocked with concern hoping he's okay]

[Nonny wakes up from his sleep to find himself in Papa's workshop with Papa tending to his son.]

Nonny: Mr. Grouper?

Mr. Grouper: Are you okay?

Nonny: Ooooooh. I had a terrible nightmare.

Mr. Grouper: What is it, Nonny?

Nonny: I dreamt I wasn't an Elf at all. I was a human. Oh, it was awful. I'm not a human, am I Papa?

Mr. Grouper: I...I knew this day would come but i was expecting much later then this. You see, Nonny, I love you and nothing can ever change that. But the fact is, it wasn't a dream. You're not like the rest of us.

Nonny: (shocked) I really am a human?

Mr. Grouper: That's right son, you're a human being.

Nonny: No wonder I'm always freezing!

Mr. Grouper: We decided it was best to let you think you were one of us.

Nonny: So what you're saying is i have a human papa?

Mr. Grouper: Well I'll always be your Papa. It's just...yes you do have another Papa, too. A biological Papa.

Mr. Grouper: [telling the story] I then proceeded to tell Nonny of how his father had fallen in love when he was very young with a beautiful girl named Susan Petrol. (handing him a photo of his father and Susan) And how Nonny was born and put up for adoption by his mother, and how she had later passed away. I... I told him his father had never even known that Nonny was born, and most importantly, I told him where his father was... uh, in a magical land called Big Bubble City.

Nonny: My dad works there?

Mr. Grouper: [in the story] Big Bubble Building yes.

Nonny: So i'm stuck here til i'm the actual age of an adult?

Mr. Grouper: Well...i mean...I can give you a choice if you wanna stay or head to Big Bubble City to find out who you really are.

[Nonny then goes to his snow man friend to get some advice]

Snow man: Hello, Nonny

Nonny: Hello

Snow man: Why the long face, partner?

Nonny: Well i just found out that...I'm a human being.

Snow man: Ah i see. You've now realized you're not 1 of the elves now.

Nonny: Papa says my real father lives in a magical place far away. I don't know what to do.

Snow man: At least you have a daddy. I was just rolled up one day and left out here in the cold.

Nonny: But the thing is, I've never thought about leaving the north pole.

Snow man: Nonny, I've been around the world many times when I was a young cumulus nimbus cloud. It's a wonderful place, filled with Wondrous creatures... except dogs. Oh, by the way, don't eat the yellow snow.

Nonny: That i do know

Snow man: All I'm sayin' is, this might be The golden opportunity to find out whom you really are.

Nonny: You know...you're right. (nods)

To Be Continued: