An hour later, the crew sat down in the snow to take a rest from all of their walking. They were about to take out some cookies from their traveling sacks that Mrs. Claus had given them when they heard sounds.

“The sounds are coming from that large snow mound,” shouted Shaker Snowglobe, the nephew to the Commander.

Tom the handyman quickly rushed over to the mound and began brushing off the snow until a medium sized door appeared.

“It’s the magic talking door,” exclaimed Jo-Jo.

“I hear voices from the other side of it.” The Commander made his statement as he pressed his ear against the wood.

“This is where my specialty comes in everyone, give me some room.” Mr. Jingeling tugged at the door once or twice before pulling a wad of wax from his tool belt. He pressed it into the lock, then compared the impression with some blank metal keys he produced from yet another tool bag.

He took a small file from his pocket and sanded the key down in certain places until it looked just like the wax model he had placed inside the keyhole. Placing the new key into the lock, he held his breath and turned the key.

The door opened!

Out came tumbling several square, short, crystal-type little creatures. One of them looked up at Jingeling and began talking.

“Hello, we’re the ice-cube people.”

Another of the little fellows began talking. “We’re glad you were able to open the door. The last time we went out walking, we overheard Santa say that he was having trouble keeping up with making all of the toys for the children of the world. So we started to help, but then we had all of these toys but couldn’t open the door. It got stuck.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you to want to help like that.” Jingeling gave a great big smile as he thanked the ice-cube people. “We’ll make sure he gets all of the toys.”

“Now that this is over, too bad we don’t have some hot cocoa to celebrate with.” Jo-Jo was always thinking about cookies and chocolate.

“Just then, a brightness filled with snowflakes began glowing in the air. Before you knew it, two small, little fairy girls stepped out of the glow.

“It’s Trycia and Yessica, the Wish Sisters!” Baff was very happy to see them as Albert, never seeing them before, just ruffled his feathers and looked on.

“The cocoa is right behind you,” stated Trycia.

“And the drinks are just the right temperature for “all” of you.” Yessica looked at the ice-cube people as she made her last comment.

“This is great,” laughed one of the ice-cube people. “Maybe soon, we should come down and visit all of you when we get the chance.”

“Sure” agreed Jo-Jo. “I’ve got a giant cup of tea you can rest in when you get to our place.”

“I don’t understand,” began one of the ice-cubes.

Baff explained it. “Jo-Jo likes iced tea.”

Suddenly the ice-cube people got the joke and everyone began laughing and drinking their cocoa.