The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad--Movie Worksheets for low level young learner students

(Movie Worksheets)

Link to Folder on Google Drive Here

Presentations on Google Slide:
Part 1 (slides, pub), Part 2 (slides, pub), Part 3 (slides, pub), Part 4 (slides, pub), Part 5 (slides, pub), Part 6  (slides, pub), Part 7 (slides, pub), Part 8 (slides, pub), Part 9 (slides, pub), Part 10 (slides, pub), Part 11 (slides, pub)

Worksheets:
Part 1 (drive, docs, pub), Part 2 (drive, docs, pub), Part 3 (drive, docs, pub), Part 4 (drive, docs, pub), Part 5 (drive, docs, pub), Part 6 (drive, docs, pub), Part 7 (drive, docs, pub), Part 8 (drive, docs, pub), Part 9 (drive, docs, pub), Part 10 (drive, docs, pub), Part 11 (drive, docs, pub),

Here is another set of movie worksheets I've designed for relatively low level young learner students.

These worksheets follow the same pattern and approach as the worksheets I previously designed on Peter Pan,  The Jungle Book, and 101 Dalmatians.  In order to avoid repeating myself too much, I'm going to try to keep the explanation to a minimum here.

Showing movies in class is based on the philosophy that young learners benefit most from lots of input.  The majority of this input should be highly graded, but I think some authentic material in the classroom is not a bad thing.  (I try to limit myself to about 5 minutes of this movie at a time, so they get about 5 minutes of authentic input during a class of 2 hours.  Although, granted, by the time the movie is played twice, this ends up taking between 10-20 minutes of class-time.)

Although the actual movie itself is far above the students' level, the worksheets are based off of the "grade the task not the text" philosophy, and so the intention was to make the task as easy as possible.

In the class, the movie worksheets follow these steps.
1. Students are introduced to 5 vocabulary words on PowerPoint.
2. Students read together "The Story Last Time" section on the PowerPoint
3. Students listen quietly to the section of the movie
4. Students are given the script, and fill in the missing words.
5. The movie is played again.  Students follow along with their script to check their answers.  The teacher pauses the movie after each answer is given, to ensure everyone has the right answer, and to allow weaker students to find their place in the script again.
6. After the movie finishes, final feedback is on PowerPoint.

The pictures for "The Story Last Time" Section on PowerPoint all come from this website here.
I had trouble finding a good script online for this movie.  There were a bunch of half-completed scripts, but no good full script.  The one I mainly used as a base is from this website here, but  because of the many errors and omissions I ended up having to edit it substantially.

For the movie itself, I used two different sources.  The best quality version I could find was on Kiss Cartoon at this link here.  But because the media player on youtube is more user friendly, I also sometimes used a youtube version of the movie here.  The Google Slide links include both versions of the movie. However, as the movie is copyrighted material, it's only a matter of time before both videos are taken down, and the links become invalid.  At the time of this writing, however, all the links are still working.

Reflections on the suitability of this movie in particular
Now that I'm all finished using this movie, I've come to the conclusion that this was probably not my best choice.  Well, hindsight is 20/20.  It seemed like a good idea beforehand.  I had fond childhood memories of this movie, and both stories have extended climaxes that are really fast paced and funny.  Also the fact that this movie is in fact a combination of two shorter stories meant that in both cases the stories were more streamlined, and there was a lot less filler before getting to the climatic scenes. (For those of you unfamiliar with this film, this is a 1949 Disney movie that is actually a combination of two shorter stories.  The first half is an adaptation of The Wind in the Willows.  The second is an adaptation of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.)
...However...
Both of these stories are heavily based on narration, and so contain long stretches of the voice of the narrator, instead of dialogue.  (Dialogue would have been preferable to me, because it more resembles authentic spoken English, and because it's broken up into smaller units.)
Also both stories get their flavour from a narrator who uses a very literary vocabulary, which makes it unsuitable for beginner students.
Unfortunately I didn't fully realize what a bad choice this movie was until we were already several lessons into it, and by that point I decided to just keep going and finish the movie anyway.

I still think this movie was of some value to my students, but a different movie with more dialogue and easier vocabulary would have been of more value to them.  (Oh well, the best of us make some bad choices every now and then.  I'll just try to do better next time.  The next movie I'm doing with my students is The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, which has much simpler language.)

Each movie worksheet also contains a link to a quizlet quiz.  The quizlet quiz reviews all of the vocabulary covered up until that point:

* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 1
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 2
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 3
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 4
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 5
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 6
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 7
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 8
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 9
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 10
* The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad Part 11

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Match the words to the sentences:

book, friends, Postman, silence, tea

song: Ichabod,and Mr Toad, Ichabod, Ichabod and Mister Toad...Ichabod, Ichabod, Ichabod and Mister Toad

Narrator: If you were asked to choose the most fabulous character in English literature, who would it be? Robin Hood? King Arthur? Becky Sharp? Sherlock Holmes? Oliver Twist, perhaps? Well any one of them would be an excellent choice. Still, for the most fabulous character of all, I would nominate a toad: J Thaddeus Toad, Esquire. Have you never met him? You'll find his story in this delightful little (1)___________ "The Wind in the Willows". Toad, you might say, was the one disturbing element. Incurable adventurer, mad, reckless, tried everything. A positive mania for fads, and he never counted the cost. He had a host of fair-weather friends, of course. But there were only three who had his best interests at heart. One was a badger. MacBadger. And then there was a water rat. A bit stuffy, perhaps, but really a fine fellow. And a…a mole. A gentle creature, kind and sympathetic. They all made their homes in a quaint little community along a riverbank. Now on that particular day, Mole was in a hurry because... oh, yes of course, because he was late for (2)___________. A regrettable habit. Still, Rat had more or less learned to put up with it. And so, as usual:

“Sorry Rat,” says Mole.

“Quite alright,” says Rat.

“Two lumps if you please,” says Mole.

And then, just as they were getting comfortably settled...

Rat: Hello?

Postman: Special Delivery, Mister Rat.

Rat: Thank you, (3)___________.

Postman: How's everything on the river today, sir?

Rat: Dashed quiet, as usual, thank you. Hmmm. Mole, listen to this: Dear Rat, You and Mole must come to Toad Hall at once. Urgent!! A. MacBadger.

Narrator: Now Rat was certain Toad was making trouble again. Well, the answer to that lay just around the bend at Toad Hall, the ancestral home of J Thaddeus himself. This impressive structure, by the way, was by all odds the finest home on the river. The animals were tremendously proud of it. They felt it gave the whole community an air of, uh, respectability. To lose Toad Hall was, of course, unthinkable, and yet it was no secret that Toad's costly follies had brought him to the brink of bankruptcy. So as a last resort, MacBadger had volunteered to take over and put Toad's house in order.

MacBadger: Smashed fence. Two guineas. Damage, lamp post. Four pound six. Destruction of hen house. Um…Ach! How can a man figure with all this hubbub?

Crowd: I'll not be put off!

MacBadger: Silence!

Crowd: Pay my bill! I want my money!

MacBadger: (4) ___________! You'll get your money in due course. Now, go along with you. I'll pay no more today. Why did I ever assume the responsibility of looking after—Ach! Didn't I tell you—? Ah, ah, it's you, Rat. And Mole, too. Thank goodness, lads. You've come at last.

Narrator: Poor MacBadger. He'd reached the end of his rope. For, as he said himself…

MacBadger: I'm practically a nervous wreck.

Rat: I say MacBadger! What seems to be the trouble?

MacBadger: Something’s got to be done about Toad! This time he's gone too far!

Mole: But he promised us—.

MacBadger: Promises? Ha! What good are his promises when these wild manias take him? Now look, you're his closest friends, are you not?

Rat: Yes.

Mole: Very dear (5)___________.

MacBadger: Then lad, you got to find Toad and stop him!

Rat: What's he doing?

MacBadger: He's got a new mania. He's rampaging about the county in a canary-yellow gypsy cart. With a horse named Cyril.

 https://quizlet.com/_23np4s

Answers:

song: Ichabod,and Mr Toad, Ichabod, Ichabod and Mister Toad...Ichabod, Ichabod, Ichabod and Mister Toad

Narrator: If you were asked to choose the most fabulous character in English literature, who would it be? Robin Hood? King Arthur? Becky Sharp? Sherlock Holmes? Oliver Twist, perhaps? Well any one of them would be an excellent choice. Still, for the most fabulous character of all, I would nominate a toad: J Thaddeus Toad, Esquire. Have you never met him? You'll find his story in this delightful little (1)book "The Wind in the Willows". Toad, you might say, was the one disturbing element. Incurable adventurer, mad, reckless, tried everything. A positive mania for fads, and he never counted the cost. He had a host of fair-weather friends, of course. But there were only three who had his best interests at heart. One was a badger. MacBadger. And then there was a water rat. A bit stuffy, perhaps, but really a fine fellow. And a…a mole. A gentle creature, kind and sympathetic. They all made their homes in a quaint little community along a riverbank. Now on that particular day, Mole was in a hurry because... oh, yes of course, because he was late for (2)tea. A regrettable habit. Still, Rat had more or less learned to put up with it. And so, as usual:

“Sorry Rat,” says Mole.

“Quite alright,” says Rat.

“Two lumps if you please,” says Mole.

And then, just as they were getting comfortably settled...

Rat: Hello?

Postman: Special Delivery, Mister Rat.

Rat: Thank you, (3)Postman.

Postman: How's everything on the river today, sir?

Rat: Dashed quiet, as usual, thank you. Hmmm. Mole, listen to this: Dear Rat, You and Mole must come to Toad Hall at once. Urgent!! A. MacBadger.

Narrator: Now Rat was certain Toad was making trouble again. Well, the answer to that lay just around the bend at Toad Hall, the ancestral home of J Thaddeus himself. This impressive structure, by the way, was by all odds the finest home on the river. The animals were tremendously proud of it. They felt it gave the whole community an air of, uh, respectability. To lose Toad Hall was, of course, unthinkable, and yet it was no secret that Toad's costly follies had brought him to the brink of bankruptcy. So as a last resort, MacBadger had volunteered to take over and put Toad's house in order.

MacBadger: Smashed fence. Two guineas. Damage, lamp post. Four pound six. Destruction of hen house. Um…Ach! How can a man figure with all this hubbub?

Crowd: I'll not be put off!

MacBadger: Silence!

Crowd: Pay my bill! I want my money!

MacBadger: (4)Silence! You'll get your money in due course. Now, go along with you. I'll pay no more today. Why did I ever assume the responsibility of looking after—Ach! Didn't I tell you—? Ah, ah, it's you, Rat. And Mole, too. Thank goodness, lads. You've come at last.

Narrator: Poor MacBadger. He'd reached the end of his rope. For, as he said himself…

MacBadger: I'm practically a nervous wreck.

Rat: I say MacBadger! What seems to be the trouble?

MacBadger: Something’s got to be done about Toad! This time he's gone too far!

Mole: But he promised us—.

MacBadger: Promises? Ha! What good are his promises when these wild manias take him? Now look, you're his closest friends, are you not?

Rat: Yes.

Mole: Very dear (5)friends.

MacBadger: Then lad, you got to find Toad and stop him!

Rat: What's he doing?

MacBadger: He's got a new mania. He's rampaging about the county in a canary-yellow gypsy cart. With a horse named Cyril.

Match the words to the sentences:

friends, horse and cart, How do you do, merrily, motorcar

Rat: I say MacBadger! What seems to be the trouble?

MacBadger: Something’s got to be done about Toad! This time he's gone too far!

Mole: But he promised us—.

MacBadger: Promises? Ha! What good are his promises when these wild manias take him? Now look, you're his closest friends, are you not?

Rat: Yes.

Mole: Very dear friends.

MacBadger: Then lads, you got to find Toad and stop him!

Rat: What's he doing?

MacBadger: He's got a new mania. He's rampaging about the county in a canary-yellow gypsy cart. With a horse named Cyril.

Toad: Tally-Ho!

Cyril: Tally-Ho!

Both: Tally-Ho!

Toad: Are we on our way to Nottingham, to Brittingham, to Buckingham or any hammy hamlet by the sea? No!

Cyril: Are we on our way to Devonshire, to Lancashire or Worcestershire? I'm not so sure we'll have to wait and see.

Toad:  Are we on our way to Dover? Or going merrily over the jolly old road that goes to Plymouth Hoe?

Both: No! We're merrily, merrily, (1)_____________, merrily, merrily on our way to nowhere in particular. We're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our way though the roads are perpendicular.

Cyril: We're always in a hurry

Toad: We have no time to stall

Both: We've got to be there, we've got to be there, but where we can't recall. We're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our way and we may be going to Devonshire, to Lancashire, to Worcestershire. We're not so sure but what do we care? We're only sure we've got to be there, we're merrily on our way to nowhere at all

Toad: Hello, you fellows! You are the very animals I was coming to see! Come along! Hop up here! We'll go for a jolly ride! The open road, the dusty highway. Come! I'll show you the world. Travel, change, excitement, ha-ha-ha.

Cyril: Ahem.  Ahem.

Toad: How stupid of me! I want you fellows to meet my noble steed Cyril.

Cyril: Aye, that's me. A bit of a trotter, a bit of a rotter. How do you do? (2)_____________? How do you DO?

Rat: How do you do?

Cyril: Say, governor, your (3)_____________ seem to be a bit on the stuffy side, what?

Rat: Toad, we want to have a talk with you.

Toad:  Oh, a visit! Splendid!

Rat: Toad, this is serious. You’ve got to give up that (4)_____________.

Toad: Give up my…  Oh, but my dear Ratty, oha, this is my career! Surely you can't mean--.

Rat: I do mean it! You’ve got to stop this foolishness!

Toad: No.

Rat: You must!

Toad: No. I won't do it.

Rat: Your reckless behavior is giving us animals a bad name!

Toad: I won’t even listen.

Rat: You're fast becoming a menace to society. If you won’t think of yourself, think of poor old MacBadger! And as for that horse, no good can ever come from gadding about with such a fast and irresponsible beast!

Toad: Ohahaha

Rat: Get him, Mole!

Mole: Come down, Toady.

Toad: Stop it! Let me go! Giddy up, Cyril! Giddy up! It's no use. You'll never get me to give this up! Wee! Tally-ho! Yikes!

Cyril: Hey, look!

Toad: Gad! What is it?

Cyril: Lummy, governor, it's a motorcar.

Toad: Motorcar? A (5)_____________. Gad! What have I been missing?

Mole: Ratty, it isn't. He hasn't.

Rat: It is, and he has. A new mania. Motor mania.

 https://quizlet.com/_24batv

answers:

Rat: I say MacBadger! What seems to be the trouble?

MacBadger: Something’s got to be done about Toad! This time he's gone too far!

Mole: But he promised us—.

MacBadger: Promises? Ha! What good are his promises when these wild manias take him? Now look, you're his closest friends, are you not?

Rat: Yes.

Mole: Very dear friends.

MacBadger: Then lads, you got to find Toad and stop him!

Rat: What's he doing?

MacBadger: He's got a new mania. He's rampaging about the county in a canary-yellow gypsy cart. With a horse named Cyril.

Toad: Tally-Ho!

Cyril: Tally-Ho!

Both: Tally-Ho!

Toad: Are we on our way to Nottingham, to Brittingham, to Buckingham or any hammy hamlet by the sea? No!

Cyril: Are we on our way to Devonshire, to Lancashire or Worcestershire? I'm not so sure we'll have to wait and see.

Toad:  Are we on our way to Dover? Or going merrily over the jolly old road that goes to Plymouth Hoe?

Both: No! We're merrily, merrily, (1)merrily, merrily, merrily on our way to nowhere in particular. We're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our way though the roads are perpendicular.

Cyril: We're always in a hurry

Toad: We have no time to stall

Both: We've got to be there, we've got to be there, but where we can't recall. We're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our way and we may be going to Devonshire, to Lancashire, to Worcestershire. We're not so sure but what do we care? We're only sure we've got to be there, we're merrily on our way to nowhere at all

Toad: Hello, you fellows! You are the very animals I was coming to see! Come along! Hop up here! We'll go for a jolly ride! The open road, the dusty highway. Come! I'll show you the world. Travel, change, excitement, ha-ha-ha.

Cyril: Ahem.  Ahem.

Toad: How stupid of me! I want you fellows to meet my noble steed Cyril.

Cyril: Aye, that's me. A bit of a trotter, a bit of a rotter. How do you do? (2)How do you do? How do you DO?

Rat: How do you do?

Cyril: Say, governor, your (3)friends seem to be a bit on the stuffy side, what?

Rat: Toad, we want to have a talk with you.

Toad:  Oh, a visit! Splendid!

Rat: Toad, this is serious. You’ve got to give up that (4)horse and cart.

Toad: Give up my…  Oh, but my dear Ratty, oha, this is my career! Surely you can't mean--.

Rat: I do mean it! You’ve got to stop this foolishness!

Toad: No.

Rat: You must!

Toad: No. I won't do it.

Rat: Your reckless behavior is giving us animals a bad name!

Toad: I won’t even listen.

Rat: You're fast becoming a menace to society. If you won’t think of yourself, think of poor old MacBadger! And as for that horse, no good can ever come from gadding about with such a fast and irresponsible beast!

Toad: Ohahaha

Rat: Get him, Mole!

Mole: Come down, Toady.

Toad: Stop it! Let me go! Giddy up, Cyril! Giddy up! It's no use. You'll never get me to give this up! Wee! Tally-ho! Yikes!

Cyril: Hey, look!

Toad: Gad! What is it?

Cyril: Lummy, governor, it's a motorcar.

Toad: Motorcar? A (5)motorcar. Gad! What have I been missing?

Mole: Ratty, it isn't. He hasn't.

Rat: It is, and he has. A new mania. Motor mania.

Match the words to the sentences:

chambers, door, escape, motorcar, stop

Toad: Ohahaha

Rat: Get him, Mole!

Mole: Come down, Toady.

Toad: Stop it! Let me go! Giddy up, Cyril! Giddy up! It's no use. You'll never get me to give this up! Wee! Tally-ho! Yikes!

Cyril: Hey, look!

Toad: Gad! What is it?

Cyril: Lummy, governor, it's a motorcar.

Toad: Motorcar? A motorcar. Gad! What have I been missing?

Mole: Ratty, it isn't. He hasn't.

Rat: It is, and he has. A new mania. Motor mania.

Narrator: Mania. That’s it. That's what it was—a positive mania. No telling where it would end either. Might linger for months. And with Toad Hall at stake, well, Rat and Mole had no choice. There was only one thing to do. Lock the poor chap up in his (1)______________ and keep him there until the poison worked out of his system.

Rat: Hold him, Moley!

Mole: That's better.

Rat: And you can't (2) ______________ you know. Simply no use trying.

Toad: Let me out of here! Open up! Open up, I say! Please! Ratty! Moley! Open the (3)______________!

Narrator: Now of course playing jailer to one's dearest friend wasn't exactly a pleasant situation. In fact, Moley weakened right at the start and wanted to call it quits. But Ratty said no, definitely not, this time they must be firm. After all, it wasn't just a matter of saving Toad from himself. There was MacBadger to consider, and Toad Hall and all that it stood for. Now there was only one thing wrong with Ratty's cure for Toad’s motor mania. It didn't work. You see, Toad was far too clever. And, at the moment, completely mad. He was determined to get a motorcar, even if he had to beg, borrow or—.

Newspaper Sellers: Toad arrested! Extra!

Court Clerk: His gracious Majesty court of assizes, Majesty versus Thaddeus Toad, Toad Hall, Riverbank, Doodle-Bunton-Maxon-Morton, Surrey. 24th day of August set forth in the following brief. Ahem. Ahem. Accused is J. Thaddeus Toad, of stealing a motorcar, and driving said stolen vehicle in a reckless manner on a public highroad with the endangerment of sundry subjects of His Majesty, their life and limbs.

Judge: Counsel for the Crown, proceed with the case.

Prosecutor: My lord, I call, as first Crown witnesses, Mister Rat and Mister Mole! Is it true that you had the accused locked in his own house because he had threatened to get a (4)______________? Did you, or did you not, have him locked up?

Rat: We did.

Prosecutor: Thank you! That is all!

Judge: Next witness.

Court Clerk: Mister Angus MacBadger!

Prosecutor: As trustee of the Toad estate, you knew of the prisoner's mania for motorcars?

MacBadger: Well, I, uh...

Prosecutor: And due to his reckless extravagance, you cut off his allowance?

MacBadger: Well, uh…

Prosecutor: That he was, to the best of your knowledge, without funds?

Macbadger: Well, uh...

Prosecutor: That is all! Thank you! Gentlemen of the jury, the Crown rests.

Judge: Counsel for the defense will present his case.

Toad: My lord, with the court's indulgence, I rise prepared to plead my own defense.

Rat: Moley! Moley, (5)______________ it!

Toad: Gentlemen of the jury I call, as my first witness, Cyril Proudbottom.

Court Clerk: Cyril Proudbottom.

https://quizlet.com/_24fl1w

Answers:

Toad: Ohahaha

Rat: Get him, Mole!

Mole: Come down, Toady.

Toad: Stop it! Let me go! Giddy up, Cyril! Giddy up! It's no use. You'll never get me to give this up! Wee! Tally-ho! Yikes!

Cyril: Hey, look!

Toad: Gad! What is it?

Cyril: Lummy, governor, it's a motorcar.

Toad: Motorcar? A motorcar. Gad! What have I been missing?

Mole: Ratty, it isn't. He hasn't.

Rat: It is, and he has. A new mania. Motor mania.

Narrator: Mania. That’s it. That's what it was—a positive mania. No telling where it would end either. Might linger for months. And with Toad Hall at stake, well, Rat and Mole had no choice. There was only one thing to do. Lock the poor chap up in his (1)chambers and keep him there until the poison worked out of his system.

Rat: Hold him, Moley!

Mole: That's better.

Rat: And you can't (2)escape you know. Simply no use trying.

Toad: Let me out of here! Open up! Open up, I say! Please! Ratty! Moley! Open the (3)door!

Narrator: Now of course playing jailer to one's dearest friend wasn't exactly a pleasant situation. In fact, Moley weakened right at the start and wanted to call it quits. But Ratty said no, definitely not, this time they must be firm. After all, it wasn't just a matter of saving Toad from himself. There was MacBadger to consider, and Toad Hall and all that it stood for. Now there was only one thing wrong with Ratty's cure for Toad’s motor mania. It didn't work. You see, Toad was far too clever. And, at the moment, completely mad. He was determined to get a motorcar, even if he had to beg, borrow or—.

Newspaper Sellers: Toad arrested! Extra!

Court Clerk: His gracious Majesty court of assizes, Majesty versus Thaddeus Toad, Toad Hall, Riverbank, Doodle-Bunton-Maxon-Morton, Surrey. 24th day of August set forth in the following brief. Ahem. Ahem. Accused is J. Thaddeus Toad, of stealing a motorcar, and driving said stolen vehicle in a reckless manner on a public highroad with the endangerment of sundry subjects of His Majesty, their life and limbs.

Judge: Counsel for the Crown, proceed with the case.

Prosecutor: My lord, I call, as first Crown witnesses, Mister Rat and Mister Mole! Is it true that you had the accused locked in his own house because he had threatened to get a (4)motorcar? Did you, or did you not, have him locked up?

Rat: We did.

Prosecutor: Thank you! That is all!

Judge: Next witness.

Court Clerk: Mister Angus MacBadger!

Prosecutor: As trustee of the Toad estate, you knew of the prisoner's mania for motorcars?

MacBadger: Well, I, uh...

Prosecutor: And due to his reckless extravagance, you cut off his allowance?

MacBadger: Well, uh…

Prosecutor: That he was, to the best of your knowledge, without funds?

Macbadger: Well, uh...

Prosecutor: That is all! Thank you! Gentlemen of the jury, the Crown rests.

Judge: Counsel for the defense will present his case.

Toad: My lord, with the court's indulgence, I rise prepared to plead my own defense.

Rat: Moley! Moley, (5)Stop it!

Toad: Gentlemen of the jury I call, as my first witness, Cyril Proudbottom.

Court Clerk: Cyril Proudbottom.

Match the words to the sentences:

barman, money, trade, weasels, witness box

Judge: Counsel for the defense will present his case.

Toad: My lord, with the court's indulgence, I rise prepared to plead my own defense.

Rat: Moley! Moley, stop it!

Toad: Gentlemen of the jury I call, as my first witness, Cyril Proudbottom.

Court Clerk: Cyril Proudbottom.

Toad: Are you acquainted with the defendant, J Thaddeus Toad?

Cyril: Lord love a duck, yes! He's one of the jolliest chaps I've ever run across. And simply tons of money.

Prosecutor: Good fellow, eh? Throws it away. BUT he wasn't throwing it away that day! You heard Mister MacBadger testify that his allowance was cut off. Then how did he get a motorcar?

Cyril: The only way a gentleman gets anything. The honest way.

Prosecutor: And what is the honest way?

Cyril: Haha! I thought you wouldn't know that, governor!

Prosecutor:Your Lordship, I--

Judge: The witness may testify in his own words.

Cyril: Right-o, governor. Now I'll give you the facts of case. For when Toady escaped from his boudoir, he come heading straight for my place. Soon we was off down the highway, but hadn't gone far, I confess, when all of a sudden with a rush and a roar something passed like the London Express. It was big, it was red, it was beautiful. A motorcar, hehehe, a bit of alright. Toady was transfixed with, uh, rapture. You could tell it was love at first sight. The motor pulled up to a tavern, wherein was located a bar. And we watched while some tough-looking weasels got out of that lovely red car. Now, weasels, I know, are deceitful. And not to be trusted, at all. But how could I know they'd stolen that car? I didn't have no crystal ball. And the governor, he’s not one to dally, he made up his mind like a flash.

He says “Try it for size, my good Cyril, while I see what they'll take for it, cash.”

So into the tavern he saunters, where the barman was back of the bar.

And he said, “Cheerio, tavern keeper. Who's the owner of that, uh, hot-looking car?”

The (1)_____________, a codger named Winky, leaned over the bar and said, “Why?”

The governor answered, “That car must be mine! Whatever the price is, I'll buy.”

But Toad found he hadn't no (2)_____________. So, he promptly offered a (3)_____________. The weasels appeared to be willing. In a moment, the bargain was made. Then Toady drawed up a paper, with almost incredible speed. And he called on old Winky the barman to pop over and witness the deed. Now, the governor’s not a bit stingy. He never does anything small. The weasels gave him the red motorcar, ha, and he gave the (4)_____________ Toad Hall.

Macbadger: Ohh!

Prosecutor: Hmmm. Traded Toad Hall? An estate worth 100,000 pounds for a motorcar? You expect me to believe that?

Toad: I don't expect you to believe anything. But fortunately, I can produce a witness. Call Mister Winky!

Court Clerk: Mister Winky! Mister Winky!

Toad: My lord, gentlemen, facing you in the (5)_____________ is a citizen of substance and standing. A man of unimpeachable honesty. Now, Mister Winky, do you recall an incident that took place in your establishment last August the 12th, that I was a party to?

Winky: Oh yes, sir, that I do, sir.

Toad: Well, then, hahaha, just tell the court what actually happened.

Winky: Well, governor, you tried to sell me a stolen motorcar.

Cyril: That’s a deliberate lie, you monkey-faced little rump -wat!

Toad: No. Oh! I've been framed! Let me go! Help! Help! Help!

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Judge: Counsel for the defense will present his case.

Toad: My lord, with the court's indulgence, I rise prepared to plead my own defense.

Rat: Moley! Moley, stop it!

Toad: Gentlemen of the jury I call, as my first witness, Cyril Proudbottom.

Court Clerk: Cyril Proudbottom.

Toad: Are you acquainted with the defendant, J Thaddeus Toad?

Cyril: Lord love a duck, yes! He's one of the jolliest chaps I've ever run across. And simply tons of money.

Prosecutor: Good fellow, eh? Throws it away. BUT he wasn't throwing it away that day! You heard Mister MacBadger testify that his allowance was cut off. Then how did he get a motorcar?

Cyril: The only way a gentleman gets anything. The honest way.

Prosecutor: And what is the honest way?

Cyril: Haha! I thought you wouldn't know that, governor!

Prosecutor:Your Lordship, I--

Judge: The witness may testify in his own words.

Cyril: Right-o, governor. Now I'll give you the facts of case. For when Toady escaped from his boudoir, he come heading straight for my place. Soon we was off down the highway, but hadn't gone far, I confess, when all of a sudden with a rush and a roar something passed like the London Express. It was big, it was red, it was beautiful. A motorcar, hehehe, a bit of alright. Toady was transfixed with, uh, rapture. You could tell it was love at first sight. The motor pulled up to a tavern, wherein was located a bar. And we watched while some tough-looking weasels got out of that lovely red car. Now, weasels, I know, are deceitful. And not to be trusted, at all. But how could I know they'd stolen that car? I didn't have no crystal ball. And the governor, he’s not one to dally, he made up his mind like a flash.

He says “Try it for size, my good Cyril, while I see what they'll take for it, cash.”

So into the tavern he saunters, where the barman was back of the bar.

And he said, “Cheerio, tavern keeper. Who's the owner of that, uh, hot-looking car?”

The (1)barman, a codger named Winky, leaned over the bar and said, “Why?”

The governor answered, “That car must be mine! Whatever the price is, I'll buy.”

But Toad found he hadn't no (2)money. So, he promptly offered a (3)trade. The weasels appeared to be willing. In a moment, the bargain was made. Then Toady drawed up a paper, with almost incredible speed. And he called on old Winky the barman to pop over and witness the deed. Now, the governor’s not a bit stingy. He never does anything small. The weasels gave him the red motorcar, ha, and he gave the (4)weasels Toad Hall.

Macbadger: Ohh!

Prosecutor: Hmmm. Traded Toad Hall? An estate worth 100,000 pounds for a motorcar? You expect me to believe that?

Toad: I don't expect you to believe anything. But fortunately, I can produce a witness. Call Mister Winky!

Court Clerk: Mister Winky! Mister Winky!

Toad: My lord, gentlemen, facing you in the (5)witness box is a citizen of substance and standing. A man of unimpeachable honesty. Now, Mister Winky, do you recall an incident that took place in your establishment last August the 12th, that I was a party to?

Winky: Oh yes, sir, that I do, sir.

Toad: Well, then, hahaha, just tell the court what actually happened.

Winky: Well, governor, you tried to sell me a stolen motorcar.

Cyril: That’s a deliberate lie, you monkey-faced little rump -wat!

Toad: No. Oh! I've been framed! Let me go! Help! Help! Help!

Match the words to the sentences:

bang, Christmas, escape, grandma, officer, tear

Toad: Now, Mister Winky, do you recall an incident that took place in your establishment last August the 12th, that I was a party to?

Winky: Oh yes, sir, that I do, sir.

Toad: Well, then, hahaha, just tell the court what actually happened.

Winky: Well, governor, you tried to sell me a stolen motorcar.

Cyril: That’s a deliberate lie, you monkey-faced little rump-wat!

Toad: No. Oh! I've been framed! Let me go! Help! Help! Help!

Newspaper Sellers: Toad guilty! Toad guilty!

Narrator: News of Toad's disgrace rocked the nation. Seems the court was determined to make an example of him. Of course Toad's friends tried to help him, but they were blocked at every turn. Why they must've reopened the case at least a dozen times. Appeal to this court, that court, any court. But the decision stood. The case of J Thaddeus Toad was closed.

Song: Merry, merry Christmas time, Bind every heart with happiness, Let everyone…

Narrator: Yes, once again, it was a white (1)______________. And once again the melodies of Yuletide hung sweet upon the winter's air. Hearts were gay and spirits high. Indeed, in all the city, there was but one spot untouched by the warmth of Christmas cheer: The Tower, grim monument to despair. Cold, cruel, forbidding and, unfortunately, the abode of Toad for a good many Christmases yet to come. Poor Toad. Alone with the memories of his wasted life. What a fool he'd been! With many a pang he recalled the kindly face of Angus MacBadger, and his sage advice, so often scorned. A (2)______________ for Moley, too, for his loyalty, his sympathy, his understanding. And Toad wept for Rat, and all those little lectures so often laughed at. Yes, within the dark confines of his miserable cell, a new Toad was born. A reformed Toad, a repentant Toad. In a flood of remorse, he vowed once and for all to forsake the follies of the Primrose path. Never, never again would he give way to those mad, foolish manias that had brought him to this sorry end.

Prison Guard: Being as it’s Christmas, you're allowed a visitor. Your grandma's here.

Toad: (3)______________?

Cyril: Oh, Merry Christmas, sonny! Granny wouldn't forget her little Toady boy! Ahuhuh

Toad: Cyril?

Cyril: Shh! Shh!

Toad:  Oh. Waha Cyril. Wahahah.

Cyril: Look, Christmas gift.

Toad: What is it?

Cyril: Don't you get it? A disguise. Now all you've got to do is put on this natty little costume and…

Narrator: Alas for good intentions. Toad was incurable. One whispered word and all his high resolve vanished in the mad whirl of this new adventure. This new mania! (4)______________!

Prison Guard: Toad's escaped!

Police Officer: Halt! Oh. Good evening, ma'am.

Toad: Good evening to you, (5)______________. Hahaha. We're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our—Ah!

Police Officer: Here, oh, begging your pardon, my lady but you—. Hey!

Policemen: I say, you fellows over there, do you see him?

Narrator: Gad, what perfectly ripping luck! Trap Toad, would they? Aha! Never!

Policemen: There he goes! Where? Where? Over there!

Toad: Bang! Bang! (6)______________!

Narrator: Blockheads! Let them scour the countryside. Once more, J Thaddeus Toad had the last laugh.

Toad: Ohahahahaha, Ohahaha, Ah!

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Toad: Now, Mister Winky, do you recall an incident that took place in your establishment last August the 12th, that I was a party to?

Winky: Oh yes, sir, that I do, sir.

Toad: Well, then, hahaha, just tell the court what actually happened.

Winky: Well, governor, you tried to sell me a stolen motorcar.

Cyril: That’s a deliberate lie, you monkey-faced little rump-wat!

Toad: No. Oh! I've been framed! Let me go! Help! Help! Help!

Newspaper Sellers: Toad guilty! Toad guilty!

Narrator: News of Toad's disgrace rocked the nation. Seems the court was determined to make an example of him. Of course Toad's friends tried to help him, but they were blocked at every turn. Why they must've reopened the case at least a dozen times. Appeal to this court, that court, any court. But the decision stood. The case of J Thaddeus Toad was closed.

Song: Merry, merry Christmas time, Bind every heart with happiness, Let everyone…

Narrator: Yes, once again, it was a white (1)Christmas. And once again the melodies of Yuletide hung sweet upon the winter's air. Hearts were gay and spirits high. Indeed, in all the city, there was but one spot untouched by the warmth of Christmas cheer: The Tower, grim monument to despair. Cold, cruel, forbidding and, unfortunately, the abode of Toad for a good many Christmases yet to come. Poor Toad. Alone with the memories of his wasted life. What a fool he'd been! With many a pang he recalled the kindly face of Angus MacBadger, and his sage advice, so often scorned. A (2)tear for Moley, too, for his loyalty, his sympathy, his understanding. And Toad wept for Rat, and all those little lectures so often laughed at. Yes, within the dark confines of his miserable cell, a new Toad was born. A reformed Toad, a repentant Toad. In a flood of remorse, he vowed once and for all to forsake the follies of the Primrose path. Never, never again would he give way to those mad, foolish manias that had brought him to this sorry end.

Prison Guard: Being as it’s Christmas, you're allowed a visitor. Your grandma's here.

Toad: (3)Grandma?

Cyril: Oh, Merry Christmas, sonny! Granny wouldn't forget her little Toady boy! Ahuhuh

Toad: Cyril?

Cyril: Shh! Shh!

Toad:  Oh. Waha Cyril. Wahahah.

Cyril: Look, Christmas gift.

Toad: What is it?

Cyril: Don't you get it? A disguise. Now all you've got to do is put on this natty little costume and…

Narrator: Alas for good intentions. Toad was incurable. One whispered word and all his high resolve vanished in the mad whirl of this new adventure. This new mania! (4)Escape!

Prison Guard: Toad's escaped!

Police Officer: Halt! Oh. Good evening, ma'am.

Toad: Good evening to you, (5)Officer. Hahaha. We're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our—Ah!

Police Officer: Here, oh, begging your pardon, my lady but you—. Hey!

Policemen: I say, you fellows over there, do you see him?

Narrator: Gad, what perfectly ripping luck! Trap Toad, would they? Aha! Never!

Policemen: There he goes! Where? Where? Over there!

Toad: Bang! Bang! (6)Bang!

Narrator: Blockheads! Let them scour the countryside. Once more, J Thaddeus Toad had the last laugh.

Toad: Ohahahahaha, Ohahaha, Ah!

Match the words to the sentences

balcony, door, old lady, paper, police

Prison Guard: Toad's escaped!

Police Officer: Halt! Oh. Good evening, ma'am.

Toad: Good evening to you, officer. Hahaha. We're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our—Ah!

Police Officer: Here, oh, begging your pardon, my lady but you—. Hey!

Policemen: I say, you fellows over there, do you see him?

Narrator: Gad, what perfectly ripping luck! Trap Toad, would they? Aha! Never!

Policemen: There he goes! Where? Where? Over there!

Toad: Bang! Bang! Bang!

Narrator: Blockheads! Let them scour the countryside. Once more, J Thaddeus Toad had the last laugh.

Toad: Ohahahahaha, Ohahaha, Ah!

Narrator: That same Christmas Eve, along the riverbank, the name of Toad was banned from conversation, lest the memory of his disgrace becloud the merriment of the season. And yet there was one home, at least, in which two loyal hearts still held the warmth of Christian charity.

Rat: Bless this good food we are about to enjoy. Bless us, every one. And, uh, bless poor Toad.

Mole: And may he get time off for good behavior. Why, it's a poor (1)____________. Let's take her over by the fire.

Rat: Ow!

Rat and Mole: Toad!

Rat: What are you doing here?

Toad: Well, I-I-I was just,uh sort of

Mole: Well, this is a merry Christmas! But-but aren't you afraid of the police?

Toad: Afraid of the police? I, Toad, afraid of the (2)____________?

Voice behind the door: Open up! Open up, I say!

Toad: The police! Hide me! Hide me, Ratty!

Ratty: Sorry Toad, but you owe a debt to society. And you've got to pay. Mole let them in.

Mole: But, Ratty, don't you think, maybe—.

Rat: Open the (3)____________!

Mole and Rat: MacBadger!

MacBadger: Hi, lads! I've just made a very important discovery. Toad Hall is ablaze with lights and in possession of a pack of weasels. And the leader of the gang is none other than Mister…

Weasels: Winky! Hip, hip Hooray!

MacBadger: And so, you see, he did trade Toad Hall for the motorcar!

Rat: Then, Toad was innocent all the time.

MacBadger: Aye, lads. And if he were only here right now—. Toad!

Toad: Angus!

Rat: Sorry, Toad, I misjudged you.

Mole: I hope, someday, you'll find it in your heart—.

Toad: Tut, tut. Not another word. To err is human, to forgive—.

MacBadger: Thaddeus, not so fast! You're still guilty in the eyes of the law. To prove your innocence, we've got to get that paper away from Winky! Now, I have a plan. We'll sneak in through the secret tunnel.

Narrator: It was an expert plan, cunningly contrived but extremely dangerous. It would work only if each did his part. There was no margin for error. The odds against them were tremendous, but the stakes were high. But now, steady's the word. One false move and four lives hang in the balance.

MacBadger: Careful, lads. There’s a guard.

Toad: I'll pop him off!

Mole, Rat, MacBadger: Stop! Toad! Don't shoot!

Weasel Guard: Who goes there?

Narrator: Whew! That was a close one. Trust Toad to start things off on the wrong foot. Well, no turning back now. Nothing for it but to push on. What new and greater perils lay ahead, no one could say. But with Toad already getting out of hand, anything could happen.

Mole: Oh Look. They're all asleep.

MacBadger: Nay lads, they're drunk. They've been hitting the bottle.

Rat: But where’s Winky?

Toad: There he is!

MacBadger: Shh! He's got the paper on him! We'll have to climb up on the (4)____________.

Mister Winky: The (5)____________! It's gone! Hey! Get him, you blokes! Get him!

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Prison Guard: Toad's escaped!

Police Officer: Halt! Oh. Good evening, ma'am.

Toad: Good evening to you, officer. Hahaha. We're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our—Ah!

Police Officer: Here, oh, begging your pardon, my lady but you—. Hey!

Policemen: I say, you fellows over there, do you see him?

Narrator: Gad, what perfectly ripping luck! Trap Toad, would they? Aha! Never!

Policemen: There he goes! Where? Where? Over there!

Toad: Bang! Bang! Bang!

Narrator: Blockheads! Let them scour the countryside. Once more, J Thaddeus Toad had the last laugh.

Toad: Ohahahahaha, Ohahaha, Ah!

Narrator: That same Christmas Eve, along the riverbank, the name of Toad was banned from conversation, lest the memory of his disgrace becloud the merriment of the season. And yet there was one home, at least, in which two loyal hearts still held the warmth of Christian charity.

Rat: Bless this good food we are about to enjoy. Bless us, every one. And, uh, bless poor Toad.

Mole: And may he get time off for good behavior. Why, it's a poor (1)old lady. Let's take her over by the fire.

Rat: Ow!

Rat and Mole: Toad!

Rat: What are you doing here?

Toad: Well, I-I-I was just,uh sort of

Mole: Well, this is a merry Christmas! But-but aren't you afraid of the police?

Toad: Afraid of the police? I, Toad, afraid of the (2)police?

Voice behind the door: Open up! Open up, I say!

Toad: The police! Hide me! Hide me, Ratty!

Ratty: Sorry Toad, but you owe a debt to society. And you've got to pay. Mole let them in.

Mole: But, Ratty, don't you think, maybe—.

Rat: Open the (3)door!

Mole and Rat: MacBadger!

MacBadger: Hi, lads! I've just made a very important discovery. Toad Hall is ablaze with lights and in possession of a pack of weasels. And the leader of the gang is none other than Mister…

Weasels: Winky! Hip, hip Hooray!

MacBadger: And so, you see, he did trade Toad Hall for the motorcar!

Rat: Then, Toad was innocent all the time.

MacBadger: Aye, lads. And if he were only here right now—. Toad!

Toad: Angus!

Rat: Sorry, Toad, I misjudged you.

Mole: I hope, someday, you'll find it in your heart—.

Toad: Tut, tut. Not another word. To err is human, to forgive—.

MacBadger: Thaddeus, not so fast! You're still guilty in the eyes of the law. To prove your innocence, we've got to get that paper away from Winky! Now, I have a plan. We'll sneak in through the secret tunnel.

Narrator: It was an expert plan, cunningly contrived but extremely dangerous. It would work only if each did his part. There was no margin for error. The odds against them were tremendous, but the stakes were high. But now, steady's the word. One false move and four lives hang in the balance.

MacBadger: Careful, lads. There’s a guard.

Toad: I'll pop him off!

Mole, Rat, MacBadger: Stop! Toad! Don't shoot!

Weasel Guard: Who goes there?

Narrator: Whew! That was a close one. Trust Toad to start things off on the wrong foot. Well, no turning back now. Nothing for it but to push on. What new and greater perils lay ahead, no one could say. But with Toad already getting out of hand, anything could happen.

Mole: Oh Look. They're all asleep.

MacBadger: Nay lads, they're drunk. They've been hitting the bottle.

Rat: But where’s Winky?

Toad: There he is!

MacBadger: Shh! He's got the paper on him! We'll have to climb up on the (4)balcony.

Mister Winky: The (5)paper! It's gone! Hey! Get him, you blokes! Get him!

Match the words to the sentences:

deed, friends, motorcars, toast, Year

Mole: Oh Look. They're all asleep.

MacBadger: Nay lads, they're drunk. They've been hitting the bottle.

Rat: But where is Winky?

Toad: There he is!

MacBadger: Shh! He's got the paper on him! We'll have to climb up on the balcony.

Mister Winky: The paper! It's gone! Hey! Get him, you blokes! Get him!

Rat: I beg your pardon!

Toad: Moley! Moley! Moley, over here! Egad!

Weasel: Get him!

MacBadger: After it!

Toad: Ohahaha. Just one more!

Mr. Winky: There he is! Get him!

Rat: Where's Moley?

MacBadger: Well, laddies, we saved our skins, but we didn't get the (1)___________.

Toad: Ahem.

Rat: Well done, Thaddeus!

Rat, Mole, MacBadger: Hip, hip, hooray!

Song: Should old acquiantance be forgot…

Narrator: And so it was a happy ending, after all. Of course Toad's (2)___________ were dreadfully proud of him. And why not? He was a new Toad now, completely reformed, through with gypsy carts and (3)___________ for ever. And so, on this happiest of New Years, a (4)___________ was in order.

MacBadger: To the New (5)___________ and

Macbadger, Rat, Mole: to the new Toad!

Toad: Hello, you fellows! Come! I'll show you the world. Travel, change, excitement! Ahaha.

Narrator: And that was the fabulous Thaddeus Toad. But let's weigh our judgment carefully, we Moles and Rats and Badgers. Really now, don't we envy him a bit? Aha, I know I do. And so when we speak of fabulous characters, the most fabulous of all will always be, to me at least, the master of Toad Hall.

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Mole: Oh Look. They're all asleep.

MacBadger: Nay lads, they're drunk. They've been hitting the bottle.

Rat: But where is Winky?

Toad: There he is!

MacBadger: Shh! He's got the paper on him! We'll have to climb up on the balcony.

Mister Winky: The paper! It's gone! Hey! Get him, you blokes! Get him!

Rat: I beg your pardon!

Toad: Moley! Moley! Moley, over here! Egad!

Weasel: Get him!

MacBadger: After it!

Toad: Ohahaha. Just one more!

Mr. Winky: There he is! Get him!

Rat: Where's Moley?

MacBadger: Well, laddies, we saved our skins, but we didn't get the (1)deed.

Toad: Ahem.

Rat: Well done, Thaddeus!

Rat, Mole, MacBadger: Hip, hip, hooray!

Song: Should old acquiantance be forgot…

Narrator: And so it was a happy ending, after all. Of course Toad's (2)friends were dreadfully proud of him. And why not? He was a new Toad now, completely reformed, through with gypsy carts and (3)motorcars for ever. And so, on this happiest of New Years, a (4)toast was in order.

MacBadger: To the New (5)Year and

Macbadger, Rat, Mole: to the new Toad!

Toad: Hello, you fellows! Come! I'll show you the world. Travel, change, excitement! Ahaha.

Narrator: And that was the fabulous Thaddeus Toad. But let's weigh our judgment carefully, we Moles and Rats and Badgers. Really now, don't we envy him a bit? Aha, I know I do. And so when we speak of fabulous characters, the most fabulous of all will always be, to me at least, the master of Toad Hall.

Match the words to the sentences:

feet, name, nose, schoolmaster, village

Toad: Hello, you fellows! Come! I'll show you the world. Travel! Change! excitement! Ahaha.

English Narrator: And that was the fabulous Thaddeus Toad. But let's weigh our judgment carefully, we Moles and Rats and Badgers. Really now, don't we envy him a bit? Aha, I know I do. And so when we speak of fabulous characters, the most fabulous of all will always be, to me at least, the master of Toad Hall.

American Narrator: Ohohoho, yes, yeah, J. Thad was quite a lad.  Speaking of fabuluous characters, England has produced a bumper crop of them.  But don’t forget over here in the colonies we’ve managed to come up with a few of our own.  How about Paul Bunyan, Pecos Bill, and Johnny Appleseed, Black Bart, Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone? And of course, the one and only Ichabod Crane.  Old Ichy, if you recall, was the country schoolmaster dreamed up by Washington Irving. Ah, he had a way with the yarn, did Mister Irving.  If we could but journey back to that remote period in American history when the city of Manhattan was but a market town, we would discover, in the busom one of those spacious coves which indent the shores of the Hudson, the little (1)___________ of Tarry Town. And just beyond, nestled deep in the low rolling hills, a sequestered glen. It's a quiet, peaceful place, and yet, somehow foreboding. For it abounds in haunted spots, twilight tales and local superstitions. The best-known story, however, concerns a certain itinerant schoolmaster who once frequented these parts.  Indeed some say his melancholy spirit still haunts the vicinity. The worthy pedagogue was described as a most unusual man. To see him striding along, one might well mistake him for a scarecrow eloped from a cornfield. He was tall, but exceedingly lank. His head was small and flat on top, with a long, snipe (2)___________, so that it looked like a weathercock perched upon his spindle neck. Altogether, he was an apparition as is seldom to be seen in broad daylight. It was late one drowsy autumn afternoon when this strange figure first approached the tranquil little village of Sleepy Hollow. As usual, there had forgathered at Ye Old Schnooker and Schnapps Shoppe, a group of rustic lads known as the Sleepy Hollow boys.

Brom Bones: YAHOO!

Narrator: Their self-appointed leader, one Brom Bones, was a burly, roistering blade, always ready for a fight or a frolic.

Surprised man: Ooohoo!

Narrator: And though Brom was much given to madcap pranks and practical jokes, well, there was no malice in his mischief. Indeed with his waggish humor and prodigious strength, Brom Bones was quite the hero, all the country round.

Brom Bones: Odds bodkins! Gadzooks! Look at that old spook of spooks.

Singers: Who's that coming down the street?

Narrator: Are they shovels or are they (3)___________?

Singers: Lean and lanky

Narrator: Skin and bones with clothes a scarecrow would hate to own yet, he has a certain air

Singers: Debonair and devil-may-care it's the new (4)___________ what's his name?

Narrator: Ichabod. Ichabod Crane.

Singers:  Ichabod! What a (5)___________!

Narrator: Kind of odd

Singers: But nice just the same. Funny pan, funny frame, Ichabod, Ichabod Crane.

Narrator: Ichabod may be quaint, May be odd, and maybe he ain't. Anyway, there's no complaint, from Ichabod, Ichabod Crane. And though the arrival of the pedagogue gave rise to mixed emotions, the townspeople all agreed they'd never seen anyone like Ichabod, Ichabod Crane. The schoolroom became Ichabod's empire, over which, with lordly dignity, he held absolute sway. Truth to say, Ichabod was a conscientious man, and ever bore in mind the golden maxim spare the rod and spoil the child. Still, he was careful to administer justice with discrimination. For it behooved him to keep on good terms with his pupils. Especially if their mothers happened to be good cooks. Who's the town's ladies' man?

Singers: Gets around like nobody can

Narrator: Has to be none other than

Singers: Ichabod, Ichabod Crane

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Toad: Hello, you fellows! Come! I'll show you the world. Travel! Change! excitement! Ahaha.

English Narrator: And that was the fabulous Thaddeus Toad. But let's weigh our judgment carefully, we Moles and Rats and Badgers. Really now, don't we envy him a bit? Aha, I know I do. And so when we speak of fabulous characters, the most fabulous of all will always be, to me at least, the master of Toad Hall.

American Narrator: Ohohoho, yes, yeah, J. Thad was quite a lad.  Speaking of fabuluous characters, England has produced a bumper crop of them.  But don’t forget over here in the colonies we’ve managed to come up with a few of our own.  How about Paul Bunyan, Pecos Bill, and Johnny Appleseed, Black Bart, Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone? And of course, the one and only Ichabod Crane.  Old Ichy, if you recall, was the country schoolmaster dreamed up by Washington Irving. Ah, he had a way with the yarn, did Mister Irving.  If we could but journey back to that remote period in American history when the city of Manhattan was but a market town, we would discover, in the busom one of those spacious coves which indent the shores of the Hudson, the little (1)village of Tarry Town. And just beyond, nestled deep in the low rolling hills, a sequestered glen. It's a quiet, peaceful place, and yet, somehow foreboding. For it abounds in haunted spots, twilight tales and local superstitions. The best-known story, however, concerns a certain itinerant schoolmaster who once frequented these parts.  Indeed some say his melancholy spirit still haunts the vicinity. The worthy pedagogue was described as a most unusual man. To see him striding along, one might well mistake him for a scarecrow eloped from a cornfield. He was tall, but exceedingly lank. His head was small and flat on top, with a long, snipe (2)nose, so that it looked like a weathercock perched upon his spindle neck. Altogether, he was an apparition as is seldom to be seen in broad daylight. It was late one drowsy autumn afternoon when this strange figure first approached the tranquil little village of Sleepy Hollow. As usual, there had forgathered at Ye Old Schnooker and Schnapps Shoppe, a group of rustic lads known as the Sleepy Hollow boys.

Brom Bones: YAHOO!

Narrator: Their self-appointed leader, one Brom Bones, was a burly, roistering blade, always ready for a fight or a frolic.

Surprised man: Ooohoo!

Narrator: And though Brom was much given to madcap pranks and practical jokes, well, there was no malice in his mischief. Indeed with his waggish humor and prodigious strength, Brom Bones was quite the hero, all the country round.

Brom Bones: Odds bodkins! Gadzooks! Look at that old spook of spooks.

Singers: Who's that coming down the street?

Narrator: Are they shovels or are they (3)feet?

Singers: Lean and lanky

Narrator: Skin and bones with clothes a scarecrow would hate to own yet, he has a certain air

Singers: Debonair and devil-may-care it's the new (4)schoolmaster what's his name?

Narrator: Ichabod. Ichabod Crane.

Singers:  Ichabod! What a (5)name!

Narrator: Kind of odd

Singers: But nice just the same. Funny pan, funny frame, Ichabod, Ichabod Crane.

Narrator: Ichabod may be quaint, May be odd, and maybe he ain't. Anyway, there's no complaint, from Ichabod, Ichabod Crane. And though the arrival of the pedagogue gave rise to mixed emotions, the townspeople all agreed they'd never seen anyone like Ichabod, Ichabod Crane. The schoolroom became Ichabod's empire, over which, with lordly dignity, he held absolute sway. Truth to say, Ichabod was a conscientious man, and ever bore in mind the golden maxim spare the rod and spoil the child. Still, he was careful to administer justice with discrimination. For it behooved him to keep on good terms with his pupils. Especially if their mothers happened to be good cooks. Who's the town's ladies' man?

Singers: Gets around like nobody can

Narrator: Has to be none other than

Singers: Ichabod, Ichabod Crane

Match the words to the sentences:

farm, heart, rich, schoolmaster, village

Narrator: Who's the town's ladies' man?

Singers: Gets around like nobody can

Narrator: Has to be none other than

Singers: Ichabod, Ichabod Crane!

Narrator: Thus, as time went by, it may be seen that the pedagogue got on tolerably enough. Moreover, Ichabod found diverse ways to increase his slender income and, at the same time, awaken the cultural interests of the sleepy little (1)_______________.

Singing Interlude

Narrator: It was inevitable that such a man as Ichabod would become an object of ridicule to Brom Bones and his gang. And yet to Ichabod these were small matters. Indeed the schoolmaster possessed a remarkable equanimity which remained quite undisturbed until that fateful day, when his path was crossed by a woman. A certain woman. Katrina Van Tassel, daughter and only child of old Baltus Van Tassel, the richest farmer in the county. She was a blooming lass, plump as a partridge. Ripe, melting and rosy-cheeked. Once you have met that little coquette Katrina, You won't forget Katrina, But nobody yet has ever upset Katrina, That cute coquette Katrina, You can do more with Margaret or Helena or Anne or Angelina. But Katrina will kiss and run, To her, a romance is fun, With always another one to start. And yet when you've met that little coquette Katrina, you've lost your heart. Now there was no doubt, the fair Katrina was the richest prize in the countryside. And the schoolmaster, being an ambitious man, at once began to fill his mind with many sugared thoughts and hopeful suppositions. Ah, Katrina, my love. Who can resist your grace? Your charm? And who can resist your father's (2)_______________? Boy, what a set-up! There's gold in them acres, and that ain’t hay. Not to mention that lovely green stuff. Ah, Katrina, my sweet. My treasure. Treasure, hahaha, that barn's a gold mine. How I'd love to hit the jackpot. Dear Katrina. Papa's only child. Papa! Well, the old goat can't take it with him, and when he cuts out, that's where I cut in. Sweet Katrina, poor little (3)_______________ girl. But don't worry, Katie, Ichabod will protect you. Ah, yes, Katrina, you've won me. I surrender.

Song: And yet when you've met that little coquette Katrina, you've lost your (4)_______________.

Narrator: Truth to say, every portal to Katrina's heart was jealously guarded by a host of rustic admirers. Ha, but Ichabod was confident he'd soon ride roughshod over these simple country bumpkins. The most formidable obstacle of all, however, the schoolmaster had failed to reckon with. That was the redoubtable Brom Bones himself. Now the ease with which Brom cleared the field of rivals both piqued and provoked the fair Katrina. And she often wished that some champion would appear and for once take the field openly against the boisterous Brom. Though a wiser man would have shrunk from the competition, love, they say, is blind. Ichabod was aware only that Dame Fortune was at last thundering at his door. It's true that Brom liked a joke as well as the next, but enough was too much. It was time to carry the issue to open warfare. Why, he'd double that schoolmaster up and lay him on a shelf in his own schoolhouse! Haha, but this, it seemed, was easier said than done. No doubt of it, this was Ichabod's lucky day. Now it was evident the (5)_______________ was indeed a man of hidden talents, a rival to be reckoned with. Still, wars are neither won nor lost at the first encounter. The high-flying pedagogue might yet be brought to earth. For Brom Bones was never a man to cry quits. It was upon the occasion of her father's annual Halloween frolic that Katrina again chose to stir the embers of the smoldering rivalry. Thus one invitation in particular carried a most personal and provocative summons.

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Narrator: Who's the town's ladies' man?

Singers: Gets around like nobody can

Narrator: Has to be none other than

Singers: Ichabod, Ichabod Crane!

Narrator: Thus, as time went by, it may be seen that the pedagogue got on tolerably enough. Moreover, Ichabod found diverse ways to increase his slender income and, at the same time, awaken the cultural interests of the sleepy little (1)village.

Singing Interlude

Narrator: It was inevitable that such a man as Ichabod would become an object of ridicule to Brom Bones and his gang. And yet to Ichabod these were small matters. Indeed the schoolmaster possessed a remarkable equanimity which remained quite undisturbed until that fateful day, when his path was crossed by a woman. A certain woman. Katrina Van Tassel, daughter and only child of old Baltus Van Tassel, the richest farmer in the county. She was a blooming lass, plump as a partridge. Ripe, melting and rosy-cheeked. Once you have met that little coquette Katrina, You won't forget Katrina, But nobody yet has ever upset Katrina, That cute coquette Katrina, You can do more with Margaret or Helena or Anne or Angelina. But Katrina will kiss and run, To her, a romance is fun, With always another one to start. And yet when you've met that little coquette Katrina, you've lost your heart. Now there was no doubt, the fair Katrina was the richest prize in the countryside. And the schoolmaster, being an ambitious man, at once began to fill his mind with many sugared thoughts and hopeful suppositions. Ah, Katrina, my love. Who can resist your grace? Your charm? And who can resist your father's (2)farm? Boy, what a set-up! There's gold in them acres, and that ain’t hay. Not to mention that lovely green stuff. Ah, Katrina, my sweet. My treasure. Treasure, hahaha, that barn's a gold mine. How I'd love to hit the jackpot. Dear Katrina. Papa's only child. Papa! Well, the old goat can't take it with him, and when he cuts out, that's where I cut in. Sweet Katrina, poor little (3)rich girl. But don't worry, Katie, Ichabod will protect you. Ah, yes, Katrina, you've won me. I surrender.

Song: And yet when you've met that little coquette Katrina, you've lost your (4)heart.

Narrator: Truth to say, every portal to Katrina's heart was jealously guarded by a host of rustic admirers. Ha, but Ichabod was confident he'd soon ride roughshod over these simple country bumpkins. The most formidable obstacle of all, however, the schoolmaster had failed to reckon with. That was the redoubtable Brom Bones himself. Now the ease with which Brom cleared the field of rivals both piqued and provoked the fair Katrina. And she often wished that some champion would appear and for once take the field openly against the boisterous Brom. Though a wiser man would have shrunk from the competition, love, they say, is blind. Ichabod was aware only that Dame Fortune was at last thundering at his door. It's true that Brom liked a joke as well as the next, but enough was too much. It was time to carry the issue to open warfare. Why, he'd double that schoolmaster up and lay him on a shelf in his own schoolhouse! Haha, but this, it seemed, was easier said than done. No doubt of it, this was Ichabod's lucky day. Now it was evident the (5)schoolmaster was indeed a man of hidden talents, a rival to be reckoned with. Still, wars are neither won nor lost at the first encounter. The high-flying pedagogue might yet be brought to earth. For Brom Bones was never a man to cry quits. It was upon the occasion of her father's annual Halloween frolic that Katrina again chose to stir the embers of the smoldering rivalry. Thus one invitation in particular carried a most personal and provacative summons.

Match the words to the sentences:

dancing, head, headless, horns, thin

Narrator: It was upon the occasion of her father's annual Halloween frolic that Katrina again chose to stir the embers of the smoldering rivalry. Thus one invitation in particular carried a most personal and provocative summons. The worthy schoolmaster was in a transport of joy. To him, this could mean but one thing. Haha, Ichy, you sly old dog, you! What is this strange power you have over women? Well, tonight's the night, boy! Just turn on the old charm. The fair Katrina is yours for the asking. So gaily bedecked and nobly mounted on a horse he had borrowed for the occasion, Ichabod issued forth like a knight errant of old to keep a tryst with his lady fair. In all the countryside, there was nothing to equal the merrymaking at Mynheer Van Tassel's farm. To Ichabod, here was a perfect field for his endeavors. Now indeed would he put his best foot forward! For beyond all his other talents, the schoolmaster prided himself upon his (1)______________. The unhappy Brom, already bested at every turn, saw himself once more outmatched. For as he watched the posturing pedagogue, he was forced to admit that here—here was a flawless picture of ease and grace.

Dancing Interlude

Narrator: There was no doubt that Ichabod was the man of the hour. Brom knew that he must concede his rival still another victory. And yet, there was still a chance his time would come. For when the hour grew late, Van Tassel always called upon his guests to tell him ghostly tales of Halloween. And Brom knew there was no more firm, potent believer in spooks and goblins than Ichabod Crane.

Brom Bones: Just gather round and I'll elucidate on what goes on outside when it gets late. Around about midnight, the ghosts and banshees, they get together for their nightly jamboree. There’s things with (2)______________ and saucer eyes, and some with fangs about this size!

Singers: Some are fat. And some are (3)______________! And some don't even wear their skin!

Brom Bones: Ohaha, I'm telling you, brother, it's a frightful sight, to see what goes on, on Halloween night. When spooks have a midnight jamboree. They break it up with fiendish glee. Ghosts are bad, but the one that's cursed is the Headless Horseman, he's the worst.

Singers: That's right, he's a fright on Halloween night.

Brom Bones: For when he goes a-jogging across the land holding his noggin in his hand, demons take one look and groan. And they hit the road for parts unknown.

Singers: Beware, take care, he rides alone

Brom Bones: And there's no spook like a spook who's spurned.

Singers: They don't like him and he's really burned.

Brom Bones: He swears to the longest day, he’s dead.

Singers and Brom Bones: He'll show them that he can get a head

Brom Bones: They say he's tired of his flaming top He's got a yen to make a swap. So he rides one night each year to find a head in the hollow here.

Singers: Now, he likes them little, he likes them big, part in the middle, or a wig, black or white, or even red

Brom Bones: the Headless Horseman needs a (4)______________

Brom Bones and Singers: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop He's out looking for a top to chop

Brom Bones: So don't stop to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a

Brom Bones and Singers: headless man.

Brom Bones: Now, if you doubt this tale is so, I met that spook just a year ago. Now, I didn't stop for a second look, but made for the bridge that spans the brook. For once you cross that bridge my friends,

Singers: the ghost is through, his power ends

Brom Bones: So, when you're riding home tonight, Make for the bridge with all your might, He'll be down in the hollow there, He needs your head—look out! Beware!

Singers: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop

Brom Bones and Singers: He's out looking for a head to swap, So don't try to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a (5)______________ man.

Narrator: It was the very witching hour of night as Ichabod pursued his travel home. The sky grew darker and darker as one by one the stars winked out their lights.  Driving clouds obscured the moon from sight. Never had the schoolmaster felt so melancholy, so utterly alone. And the nearer he approached the hollow, the more dismal he became. Once inside the murky glen, Ichabod's anxiety increased one-hundredfold. For now the forest seemed to close in behind him. Every small detail of Brom's awful story returned to haunt his recollection.

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Narrator: It was upon the occasion of her father's annual Halloween frolic that Katrina again chose to stir the embers of the smoldering rivalry. Thus one invitation in particular carried a most personal and provocative summons. The worthy schoolmaster was in a transport of joy. To him, this could mean but one thing. Haha, Ichy, you sly old dog, you! What is this strange power you have over women? Well, tonight's the night, boy! Just turn on the old charm. The fair Katrina is yours for the asking. So gaily bedecked and nobly mounted on a horse he had borrowed for the occasion, Ichabod issued forth like a knight errant of old to keep a tryst with his lady fair. In all the countryside, there was nothing to equal the merrymaking at Mynheer Van Tassel's farm. To Ichabod, here was a perfect field for his endeavors. Now indeed would he put his best foot forward! For beyond all his other talents, the schoolmaster prided himself upon his (1)dancing. The unhappy Brom, already bested at every turn, saw himself once more outmatched. For as he watched the posturing pedagogue, he was forced to admit that here—here was a flawless picture of ease and grace.

Dancing Interlude

Narrator: There was no doubt that Ichabod was the man of the hour. Brom knew that he must concede his rival still another victory. And yet, there was still a chance his time would come. For when the hour grew late, Van Tassel always called upon his guests to tell him ghostly tales of Halloween. And Brom knew there was no more firm, potent believer in spooks and goblins than Ichabod Crane.

Brom Bones: Just gather round and I'll elucidate on what goes on outside when it gets late. Around about midnight, the ghosts and banshees, they get together for their nightly jamboree. There’s things with (2)horns and saucer eyes, and some with fangs about this size!

Singers: Some are fat. And some are (3)thin! And some don't even wear their skin!

Brom Bones: Ohaha, I'm telling you, brother, it's a frightful sight, to see what goes on, on Halloween night. When spooks have a midnight jamboree. They break it up with fiendish glee. Ghosts are bad, but the one that's cursed is the Headless Horseman, he's the worst.

Singers: That's right, he's a fright on Halloween night.

Brom Bones: For when he goes a-jogging across the land holding his noggin in his hand, demons take one look and groan. And they hit the road for parts unknown.

Singers: Beware, take care, he rides alone

Brom Bones: And there's no spook like a spook who's spurned.

Singers: They don't like him and he's really burned.

Brom Bones: He swears to the longest day, he’s dead.

Singers and Brom Bones: He'll show them that he can get a head

Brom Bones: They say he's tired of his flaming top He's got a yen to make a swap. So he rides one night each year to find a head in the hollow here.

Singers: Now, he likes them little, he likes them big, part in the middle, or a wig, black or white, or even red

Brom Bones: the Headless Horseman needs a (4)head

Brom Bones and Singers: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop He's out looking for a top to chop

Brom Bones: So don't stop to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a

Brom Bones and Singers: headless man.

Brom Bones: Now, if you doubt this tale is so, I met that spook just a year ago. Now, I didn't stop for a second look, but made for the bridge that spans the brook. For once you cross that bridge my friends,

Singers: the ghost is through, his power ends

Brom Bones: So, when you're riding home tonight, Make for the bridge with all your might, He'll be down in the hollow there, He needs your head—look out! Beware!

Singers: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop

Brom Bones and Singers: He's out looking for a head to swap, So don't try to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a (5)headless man.

Narrator: It was the very witching hour of night as Ichabod pursued his travel home. The sky grew darker and darker as one by one the stars winked out their lights.  Driving clouds obscured the moon from sight. Never had the schoolmaster felt so melancholy, so utterly alone. And the nearer he approached the hollow, the more dismal he became. Once inside the murky glen, Ichabod's anxiety increased one-hundredfold. For now the forest seemed to close in behind him. Every small detail of Brom's awful story returned to haunt his recollection.

Match the words to the sentences:

hat, headless, married, pumpkin, schoolmaster

Brom Bones:  The Headless Horseman needs a head.

Brom Bones and Singers: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop He's out looking for a top to chop

Brom Bones: So don't stop to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a

Brom Bones and Singers: headless man.

Brom Bones: Now, if you doubt this tale is so, I met that spook just a year ago. Now, I didn't stop for a second look, but made for the bridge that spans the brook. For once you cross that bridge my friends,

Singers: the ghost is through, his power ends

Brom Bones: So, when you're riding home tonight, Make for the bridge with all your might, He'll be down in the hollow there, He needs your head—look out! Beware!

Singers: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop

Brom Bones and Singers: He's out looking for a head to swap, So don't try to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a headless man.

Narrator: It was the very witching hour of night as Ichabod pursued his travel home. The sky grew darker and darker as one by one the stars winked out their lights.  Driving clouds obscured the moon from sight. Never had the schoolmaster felt so melancholy, so utterly alone. And the nearer he approached the hollow, the more dismal he became. Once inside the murky glen, Ichabod's anxiety increased one-hundredfold. For now the forest seemed to close in behind him. Every small detail of Brom's awful story returned to haunt his recollection.

Various strange forest noises

Remembered Voice: Once you cross that bridge, my friends, the ghost is through, his power ends.

Narrator: Next morning, Ichabod's (1)________________ was found. And close beside it, a shattered (2)________________. But there was no trace of the schoolmaster. It was shortly thereafter that Brom Bones led the fair Katrina to the altar. Now rumors persisted that Ichabod was still alive and (3)________________ to a wealthy widow in a distant county. But of course the good Dutch settlers refused to believe such nonsense. For they knew the (4) ________________ had been spirited away by the Headless Horseman.

Song: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop He's out looking for a head to swap.  So don’t try to figure out a plan, you can’t reason with a (5)________________ man.

Narrator: Man, I’m getting out of here.

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Brom Bones:  The Headless Horseman needs a head.

Brom Bones and Singers: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop He's out looking for a top to chop

Brom Bones: So don't stop to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a

Brom Bones and Singers: headless man.

Brom Bones: Now, if you doubt this tale is so, I met that spook just a year ago. Now, I didn't stop for a second look, but made for the bridge that spans the brook. For once you cross that bridge my friends,

Singers: the ghost is through, his power ends

Brom Bones: So, when you're riding home tonight, Make for the bridge with all your might, He'll be down in the hollow there, He needs your head—look out! Beware!

Singers: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop

Brom Bones and Singers: He's out looking for a head to swap, So don't try to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a headless man.

Narrator: It was the very witching hour of night as Ichabod pursued his travel home. The sky grew darker and darker as one by one the stars winked out their lights.  Driving clouds obscured the moon from sight. Never had the schoolmaster felt so melancholy, so utterly alone. And the nearer he approached the hollow, the more dismal he became. Once inside the murky glen, Ichabod's anxiety increased one-hundredfold. For now the forest seemed to close in behind him. Every small detail of Brom's awful story returned to haunt his recollection.

Various strange forest noises

Remembered Voice: Once you cross that bridge, my friends, the ghost is through, his power ends.

Narrator: Next morning, Ichabod's (1)hat was found. And close beside it, a shattered (2)pumpkin. But there was no trace of the schoolmaster. It was shortly thereafter that Brom Bones led the fair Katrina to the altar. Now rumors persisted that Ichabod was still alive and (3)married to a wealthy widow in a distant county. But of course the good Dutch settlers refused to believe such nonsense. For they knew the (4)schoolmaster had been spirited away by the Headless Horseman.

Song: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop He's out looking for a head to swap.  So don’t try to figure out a plan, you can’t reason with a (5)headless man.

Narrator: Man, I’m getting out of here.