(Title Card: Candlehead is wearing pajamas and a nightcap. There is a garland of Holly surrounding the screen.)

NARRATOR: And now it's time for Silly Songs with Candlehead, the part of the game where Candlehead comes out and sings...a silly song.

(Snow is falling out the window as Candlehead is pacing her living room.)

It's Christmas Eve and Candlehead is anxiously awaiting the arrival of Santa Claus with a plate of cookies.

CANDLEHEAD: Oh Santa

I can't wait for you to come

I just can't wait for you to come

And I've got cookies

Three yummy cookies

Just for you for when you come

Only for you for when you come

Because it's Christmas

(The star on top of her tree blinks, and a knock is soon heard on the door.)

Could that be Santa?

Could that be him?

Could it be the one who brings presents for sweet Candlehead, that's me?

For sweet Candlehead, that's me

(Dr. Eggman is on the other side of the door, dressed in black and wearing a mask and Santa hat.)

NARRATOR: Candlehead is surprised to be greeted, not by Santa, but a crafty bank robber.

CANDLEHEAD: Who are you?

EGGMAN: I'm a bank robber!

And I've come to rob your bank

Oh, yes, I've come to rob your bank

And I've come to take your dimes and swipe your nickels

So, stand back; step aside, you silly pickle! And let me in! (Barges in)

NARRATOR: Although frightened by the intruder, in the spirit of Christmas, Candlehead makes an offering.

CANDLEHEAD: I'm not a banker

I have no bank, my robbing friend

But I've got cookies

Three yummy cookies

And I don't have nickels

But please take this, my robbing friend

Eat one of these, my robbing friend

They are for Santa, but you may have one

NARRATOR: The bank robber is truly touched by Candlehead's good will, but Candlehead, although momentarily distracted is still excited about seeing Santa Claus.

(Eggman sings the parentheticals)

CANDLEHEAD: Oh, Santa (I'm a robber)

I can't wait for you to come (I came to rob your bank)

I just can't wait for you to come (Oh, yes, I've come to rob your bank)

And I've got cookies (You shared a cookie)

Two yummy cookies (A yummy cookie)

Just for you for when you come (Though I'd love to steal your dimes)

only for you for when you come (Perhaps another time)

Because it's Christmas

(The star blinks again, and another knock on the door is heard)

Could that be Santa?

Could that be him?

Could it be the one who brings presents for sweet Candlehead, that's me?

For sweet Candlehead, that's me

(When the door swings open this time, it hits Eggman in the face. On the other side of the door is Sour Bill, dressed in a Viking costume and holding a shield with a belt wrapped around it.)

CANDLEHEAD: (startled) Who are you?!

SOUR BILL: (slightly monotone and bored) I'm a Viking.

And I've come to take your land

Oh, yes, I've come to take your land

And I've come to burn your crops and steal your horses

And I've come to...step on your chickens...and soil your quilts

(under his breath) Who wrote this script?

NARRATOR: Although frightened by the intruder, in the spirit of Christmas, Candlehead makes an offering.

CANDLEHEAD: I don't have land

I don't have crops, my Viking friend

But I have cookies

Two yummy cookies

And I don't have horses

But please take this, my Viking friend

Eat one of these, my Viking friend

They are for Santa, but you may have one

NARRATOR: The Viking is also touched by Candlehead's good will, but Candlehead's thoughts are still with Santa.

(Sour Bill sings the parentheticals)

CANDLEHEAD: Oh, Santa (I'm a Viking)

I can't wait for you to come (I came to take your land)

I just can't wait for you to come (Oh, yes, I came to take your land)

I've got a cookie (You shared a cookie)

A yummy cookie (A yummy cookie)

Just for you for when you come (Though I'd love to soil your quilts)

Only for you for when you come (I don't think that I wilt)

Because it's Christmas

(The star blinks once more, and guess what? Someone's at the door)

Could that be Santa? Could that be him?

Could it be the one who brings presents for sweet Candlehead, that's me?

For sweet Candlehead, that's me

(Immediately after recovering from the Viking's entrance...the door hits Eggman again. On the other side of the door is Surge Protector.)

NARRATOR: Candlehead is greeted now by an agent of the Internal Revenue Service.

CANDLEHEAD: (Now kind of annoyed) Who are you?

SURGE: I'm from the IRS.

And I've come to tax your-

(Candlehead slams the door in his face, and Eggman falls face-first onto the floor.)

CANDLEHEAD: Oh, Santa

I can't wait for you to come

I just can't wait for you to come

(Just then, Beard Papa pops out of the chimney. In the background, we hear Sour Bill mutter, "Uh oh.")

It's finally Santa! It's finally him!

At last, the one who brings presents for sweet Candlehead, that's me

For sweet Candlehead, that's me

PAPA: I'm Santa

And I've come to bring you gifts

Oh, yes! I've come to bring you gifts

And I've come to stuff your stockings, oh ho ho ho!

And I've come to...jiggle my belly

And wiggle my...nose

Hey, wait a minute. Isn't that my belt? (Bill hides the shield behind his back) And what are you doing with my hat?

(Gasp) So you're the ones!

EGGMAN: Wait a minute, I can explain!

BILL: We've changed.

PAPA: (Chasing them around the room) Nobody messes with Santa. You know that don't you? You've been very naughty, and I've got a list!

(When they all leave, Surge Protector enters and looks at the last cookie)

SURGE: Did you claim that?

(Candlehead shakes her head no, so Surge takes it and takes a bite before he leaves.)

CANDLEHEAD: (Sheepishly calling after) Merry...Christmas.