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Thank you.

Thank you.

Yes, it was, wasn't it? Yes, what shall we do now?

Let's have a lunch.

Oh, good.

Turkeys, get your Christmas turkeys. Hey, get back in the box there, Martin.

It's a boomerang fish.

Guaranteed fresh.

Slowly fish away, and it comes back to me.

Get up while they're fresh.

Christmas apples. We got mac and tonic. Just your Christmas apple. Red

delicious. Something to piece while they last. They won't last long the way

you're eating them.

Hey, I'm creating scarcity.

Drives the prices up.

Rizzo.

Hello! Welcome to the Muppet Christmas Carol.

I am here to tell the story. And I am here for the food. My name is Charles

Dickens. And my name is Rizzo the Rat. Hey, wait a second. You're not Charles

Dickens. I am too.

No, a blue furry Charles Dickens who hangs out with a rat.

Absolutely. Charles Dickens was a 19th century novelist. A genius.

Oh, you are too kind.

Why should I believe you?

Well, because I know the story of a Christmas carol like the back of my

hand. Prove it. All right.

Um, there's a little mole on my thumb and, uh, a scar on my wrist from when I

fell off my bike. No, no, no, no, no. Don't tell us your hand. Tell us the

story. Oh, oh, thank you. Yes.

The Marleys were dead to begin with.

Oh, uh, pardon me?

That's how the story begins, Rizzo. The Marleys were dead to begin with. Oh. As

dead as a doornail.

It's a good beginning.

Creepy and kind of, woo-hoo, spooky.

Oh, thank you, Rizzo. You're welcome, Mr. Dickens.

In life, the Marleys had been business partners with a shrewd moneylender named

Ebenezer Scrooge.

You will meet him as he comes around that corner.

Where? There. When?

Now.

There he is, Mr.

Ebenezer Scrooge.

Say, is it getting colder out here?

When a cold wind blows, it

chills you, chills you to the bone.

But there's nothing in nature that freezes your heart like years of being

alone. It paints you with indifference like a lady paints with rouge.

And the worst of the worst, the most hated and cursed, is the one that we

call Scrooge.

Unkind as any. And the wrath of many. This is Ebenezer Scrooge. Oh, there goes

Mr. Humbug. There goes Mr.

Grim. If they gave a prize for being mean, the winner would be him.

Old Scrooge, he loves his money because he thinks it gives him power.

If he became a flavor, you can bet he would be sour.

Even the vegetables don't like him.

There goes Mr.

Skinflint. There goes Mr.

Green. The undisputed master of the underhanded deed.

He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses.

Us poor folk live in misery. It's even worse for mouses.

Please, sir, I want some cheese.

He must be so lonely. He must be so sad.

He goes to extremes to convince us he's bad.

He's really a victim of fear and of pride.

Look close and there must be a sweet man inside.

Nah. There goes Mr.

Outrage. There goes Mr.

Sneer. He has no time for friends or fun.

His anchor makes that clear.

Don't ask him for a favor, cause his nastiness increases.

No crust of bread for those in need. No cheeses for us nieces.

Scrooge liked the cold.

He was hard and sharp as a flint. Secret and self-contained. As solitary as an

oyster. There goes Mr.

Heartless. There goes Mr.

Cruel. He never gives.

He only takes.

He lets his hunger rule.

Then all that work is being off. Cause Scrooge is getting worse.

Every day, in every way, Scrooge is getting worse.

Now the time flies.

Look at this. I'm back.

What an unpleasant fella.

He was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge.

Boy, this really is a dirty city. Ha, you're telling me.

Thank you for making me a part of this.

He was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge. A squeezing,

wrenching, grasping, clutching, covetous old sinner.

Bob Cratchit?

Yes, Mr. Scrooge?

Who is this?

It's Mr. Applegate, sir. He's here to speak to you about his mortgage.

Please, Mr. Scrooge, I know you're very angry about this, and I didn't mean to

fall behind in the payments. Lord knows it being Christmas and all. Oh, please

don't shout at me, sir.

That, and of course, little Gwen, her lungs aren't right. The doctor takes his

share, don't he?

I mean, you can yell and scream and you're right, but it won't do no good

because I'm the stone you can't squeeze blood from, and that's the truth!

Thank you for not shouting at me.

Let us deal with the eviction notices for tomorrow, Mr. Cratchit.

Tomorrow's Christmas, sir.

Very well.

You may gift wrap them.

Christmas is a very busy time for us, Mr. Cratchit.

People preparing feasts, giving parties, spending the mortgage money on

frivolities. One might say that December is the foreclosure season.

Harvest time for the money lenders If

you please mr. Scrooge it's gotten colder any bookkeeping staff would

like to have an extra shovel full of coal for the fire How

would the bookkeepers like to be suddenly

This is my island in the sun.

I believe you've convinced him once again, Mr. Scrooge.

At that moment, who should arrive at the door but Scrooge's nephew, Fred, his

only living relative.

Nephew Fred? I don't see him. Trust me.

Hello? Uncle?

Rizzo. You're very good at that, Mr. Dickens.

A merry Christmas, Uncle Scrooge. God save you.

Merry Christmas.

Humbug. Quick, it'll be warmer in there.

Christmas a humbug, Uncle?

Oh, you don't mean that, surely?

Actually, I think it's colder in here.

Merry Christmas, you say. What right have you to be merry?

You're poor enough.

What right have you to be dismal? You're rich enough.

He's got him there, the old boy's speechless.

If I could work my will, every idiot who goes about with Merry Christmas on his

lips would be cooked with his own turkey and buried with a stake of holly through

his heart.

Well, not quite speechless. Oh, Uncle.

Nephew, you keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine.

Christmas is a loving...

honest and charitable time. And though it's never put a scrap of gold or silver

in my pocket, I believe that Christmas has done me good and will do me good.

And I say, God bless it. And how does one celebrate Christmas on the

unemployment line?

Now, in these times, it was customary on Christmas Eve for well-meaning gentlemen

to call upon businesses collecting donations for the poor and homeless.

Mr. Scrooge, I presume.

Who are you?

We're from the Order of Victoria Charity Foundation.

We'd like to speak to you about a donation.

Ah, welcome.

This jolly old gentleman here is Mr. Scrooge. He's very generous to

charities. My dear nephew.

At this festive season of the year, Mr. Scrooge, many of us feel that we must

take care of our poor and homeless.

I love him.

Presence? No poorhouses?

Oh, plenty of those, sir.

Oh, excellent.

For a moment, I was worried.

Some of us are endeavouring to raise a fund for the poor and the homeless.

What might I put you down for?

Nothing. You wish to remain anonymous?

I wish to be left alone.

I do not make merry myself for Christmas.

That certainly is true.

And I cannot afford to make idle people merry. That is certainly not true.

Don't you have other things to do this afternoon, my dear nephew?

Sadly, I do, uncle.

So I shall make my donation and leave you to make yours.

Thank you so very much.

Oh, uncle, come and have Christmas dinner with me and Clara tomorrow.

Why ever did you get married?

Why? Because I fell in love.

That's the only thing in the world sillier than a Merry Christmas. It's no

use, Uncle. I shall keep my Christmas humor to the last. A Merry Christmas to

you and a Happy New Year.

Merry Christmas, Fred. Merry Christmas, Bob.

I'm back.

Now then, sir, about the donation.

Let's see.

I know how to treat the poor.

My taxes go to pay for the prisons and the poor houses. The homeless must go

there. But some would rather die.

If they'd rather die, then they'd better do it and decrease the surplus

population. Oh, dear, oh, dear.

This is the door.

You may use it.

All right, Beaker, come along.

I think we've taken enough of Mr.

Scrooge's time. Oh, dear, dear, dear.

What

do

you want?

A penny for the song, Governor?

Excuse me, Mr. Scrooge, but it appears to be closing time.

Very well.

I'll see you at eight tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow's Christmas.

8.30 then.

If you please, sir, half an hour off hardly seems customary for Christmas

Day. How much time off is customary, Mr. Cratchit?

Why, the whole day.

The entire day?

No, that's the frog's idea.

If you please, Mr. Scrooge, why open the office tomorrow?

Other businesses will be closed. You'll have no one to do business with.

It'll waste a lot of expensive coal for the fire.

It's a poor excuse for picking a man's pocket every December the 25th.

But as I seem to be the only person around who knows that, take the day off.

Will you stop that?

Thank you, Mr. Scrooge.

Be here all the earlier the next morning.

With their employer gone at

last, Bob Cratchit and the bookkeepers immediately began that most pleasant of

activities, the celebration of Christmas.

He's gone!

Gentlemen, let's close up for Christmas.

There's magic in the air this evening, magic in the air.

The world is at her best, you know, when people love and care.

The promise of excitement is one the night will keep.

After all, there's only one more sleep till Christmas.

The world has got a smile today. The world has got a glow.

There's no such thing as stranger when a stranger says hello.

And everyone is family. We're having so much fun.

After all, there's only one more sleep till Christmas.

OK, ready? Here we go.

Very good, gentlemen.

Tis the season to be jolly and joyous.

With a burst of pleasure we feel it arrive.

It's a season when the saints can employ us to spread the news about peace and to

keep love alive.

What's that?

It's the penguins Christmas skating party.

There's something in the wind today that's good for everyone.

Yes, faith is in our hearts today. We're shining like the sun.

And everyone can feel it. The feeling's running deep.

After all, there's only one more sleep till Christmas.

After all, there's only one more sleep till Christmas

Day.

Scrooge lived in chambers which had once belonged to his old business partners,

Jacob and Robert Marley. Have some bread? Not while I'm working. Okay, suit

yourself.

The building was a dismal heap of brick on a dark street.

Now, once again, I must ask you to remember that the Marleys were dead and

decaying in their graves.

Yuck! That one thing you must remember or nothing that follows will seem

wondrous. Um, why are you whispering?

It's for dramatic emphasis.

Oh.

Jacob Marley?

Hey,

you okay?

Humbug.

Oh, Gonzo, speak to me. I mean, uh, Mr. Dickens, Charlie, are you hurt?

To say that Scrooge was not startled would be untrue.

Still, the moment had passed, and the world was as it should be.

He ain't right.

Didn't even break his concentration.

Hmm? Nothing. Oh.

Come on, Rizzo. We'll follow him in.

In a minute, I have a little bag of jelly beans over here.

Will you just get over here?

Scrooge made his way up the staircase, caring not a button for the darkness.

Darkness was cheap, and Scrooge liked it.

But the incident at the door had made Scrooge wary.

Before he shut himself in for the night, he searched his rooms.

Okay, that does it. Pardon?

How do you know what Scrooge is doing? We're down here, and he's up there.

I keep telling you, storytellers are omniscient. I know everything.

Hoity-toity, Mr. Godlike Smarty Pants.

To conduct a proper search, Scrooge was forced to light the lamps.

How does he do that?

It's my best dressing gown.

No harm done.

Rude. Looking older and more wicked than ever. I knew he wouldn't disappoint us.

Who are you? In life,

we were your partners, Jacob and Robert Marley.

It looks like you, but I don't believe it.

Why do you doubt your senses?

Because a little thing can affect them.

A slight disorder of the stomach can make them cheat.

You may be a bit of undigested beef, a blob of mustard, a crumb of cheese.

Yes, there's more of gravy than of grave about you.

More of gravy than of grave? What a terrible pun. Where do you get

those jokes? Leave comedy to the bears, Ebenezer.

Please, Jacob, Robert, don't criticize me.

You always criticize me. We were always heckling you.

It's good to be heckling again.

It's good to be doing anything again.

Why do you come to me?

We're Marley and Marley, avarice and greed.

We took advantage of the poor and just ignored the needy. We specialized in

causing pain, spreading fear and doubt.

And if you could not pay the rent, we simply...

We should have known our evil deeds would put us both in shackles.

Captive bound, we're double iron, exhausted by the weight.

As freedom comes from giving love, so prison comes with hate.

We're Marley and Marley.

We're Marley and Marley.

But my friends, you were not unfeeling towards your fellow men.

It was something about mankind we love. I think it was their money.

Doom Scrooge, you're doomed for all time.

Your future is a horror story written by your crime.

Your chains are forged by what you say and do.

So have your fun when life is done. A nightmare wakes for you.

Why are there these terrible chains?

The chains!

We forge these chains in life by our acts of greed!

You wear such a chain yourself!

Humbug. Speak comfort to me, friends.

Comfort!

You will be haunted by three spirits.

Haunted? I've already had enough of that. Without these visits, you cannot

hope to avoid the path we tread.

Expect the first ghost tonight, when the bell tolls one.

Can't I meet them all at once and get it over with?

And with that, the spirits of Scrooge's partners vanished into the darkness,

leaving him once again alone in his room.

Whoa, that's scary stuff.

Hey, should we be worried about the kids in the audience?

No, it's all right. This is culture.

Oh. Oh, Jelly Bean? I had him in my pocket all along.

I really hate this.

You wanted to know what was happening.

Now Scrooge's bedchamber is on this side of the house. Jump.

There's only two things in this life I hate.

Heights and jumping from them.

Too late now.

Come on, I'll catch you.

God save my little broken body.

Missed.

Oh, wait a second.

I forgot my jelly beans.

What?

You can fit through those bars?

Yeah.

Scrooge slipped into the empty silence of a dreamless sleep.

You know, a guy could break his tail falling out of this tree. You want to

see what's going on, don't you? Yes.

Look, there's Scrooge's window.

Oh, yeah.

Are you the spirit whose coming was foretold to me?

I am.

But... You're just a child.

I can remember nearly 1900 years.

I am the ghost of Christmas past.

What business has brought you here?

Your welfare.

A night's unbroken rest might aid my welfare.

Your salvation, then.

Take heed.

Come.

Thank you, spirit. I'm mortal, liable to fall.

A touch of my hand and you shall fly.

What are we doing?

Nothing. What?

Well, just hold on. What?

Whoa,

watch out, Rizzo. What? No!

Nothing. Whoa, look, Rizzo.

I don't want to look.

Spirit, what is that light?

It cannot be dawned.

It is the past.

Look, it's beautiful, Rizzo.

Yeah, we've met.

And so they arrived in

Ebenezer Scrooge's childhood.

That was the worst trip of my life.

Well, it's over now.

Yeah, safe at last.

It was the afternoon of Christmas Eve, and Scrooge was conscious of a thousand

odors, each one connected with a thousand thoughts and hopes and joys and

cares, long, long forgotten.

It's my old school.

I was a boy here.

That's Henry.

And Edmund, my best friend.

Hello, boys. Hello.

These are but shadows of your past Ebenezer.

They can neither see nor hear you.

Come, and let us go inside.

Rizzo, stop playing with the cat.

Help me! Save me! Help me! Save me! Help me!

And what a flood of memories came back to him as Scrooge beheld his old

classroom.

I know it all so well, Spirit.

The desks.

The smell of the chalk.

I chose my profession in this room.

And is he too familiar?

Scrooge beheld a small boy, a boy he knew.

Oh, very well indeed.

Good heavens.

It's me.

Come on, Elisa.

The last coat of sleeping.

Come on, he never goes home for Christmas.

Who cares about stupid old Christmas?

I was often alone.

More time for reading and study.

The Christmas holiday was a chance to get some extra work done.

Time for solitude.

Rats don't understand these things.

You were never a lonely child?

I had 1,274 brothers and sisters.

Jeez. Rats don't understand these things.

Let us see another Christmas in this place.

They were all very much the same.

Nothing ever changed.

The years performed their terrible dance, and in a moment, Scrooge had seen

his entire childhood pass.

He saw his old schoolroom age and decay.

What the?

What the?

So,

Master Scrooge, graduation day.

That's my old headmaster.

This man taught me my greatest lesson.

Stand up. Build your life as this school is built.

My ear, my ear, my ear.

Ah, yes.

Work hard, work long, and be constructive.

Oh, Ebenezer, life is a golden opportunity.

Today you go forth into the real world. You must keep your nose to the

grindstone. Work hard, lad, and one day your life will be as solid as this very

building.

I've been meaning to fix that shelf.

Yes, Master.

Well, young man, you have been apprenticed to a fine company in London.

Today, you become a man of business.

I'm looking forward to it, headmaster.

You will love business. It is the American way.

Sam. Hmm? It's just... Oh!

It is the British way.

Good. Yes, headmaster.

Hmm.

Hmm?

Oh, here is your coachman, Ebenezer.

Come, Scrooge. There is much to see.

Remember,

don't tip the driver.

A moment later, Scrooge found himself standing on a city street looking

at a building he had not seen in years.

Tell me, Ebenezer Scrooge, do you know this place?

Know it?

My first job was here.

This is Fuzzy Wig's old rubber chicken factory.

Once again, it was Christmas Eve.

Night was falling, and the lamplighters were plying their trade.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Light the lamp, not the rat! Light the lamp,

not the rat! My apologies!

Put me out! Put me out! Put me out! Put me out! Put me out! What?

Thank you. You're welcome.

And there he is, old Fuzzywick himself.

Look, my lads, dusk has fallen, and the lamplighters are at work. It's Christmas

Eve for certain.

What an employer he was.

As hard and as ruthless as a rose petal.

It's time for the party to begin.

It's the Fuzzywick Christmas party.

Rizzo, come on.

Rizzo, just grab hold of the stick.

Merry Christmas.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Excuse me, everyone.

Can we have some quiet, please?

I

suppose

I should be grateful for that. You're welcome.

Everyone, please, can I have your attention for a moment?

It's the Marley brothers.

My old partners as they were as lads.

Attention, please!

Quiet!

Thank you.

That's better.

Welcome to Fuzzy Wig and Mom's annual Christmas party. At this time in the

proceedings, it is a tradition for me to make a little speech.

And it's a tradition for us to take a little nap.

My speech. Here's my Christmas speech.

Thank you all, and Merry Christmas.

That was the speech? It was dumb.

always taught me never eat singing food.

Excuse me, Mr. Possewig. Excuse me.

Sir, I've been going over the accounts.

Do you know how much the firm is spending for this party?

Master Scrooge, this is Christmas.

It's a time for generosity.

Stop working. Enjoy yourself. Go meet some people. Go ahead. Go ahead. Go

ahead.

Oh, hello.

You dancing fool!

Now,

I love these annual Christmas parties. I love them so much, I think we'll do it

twice a year.

No, excuse me.

Master Scrooge. Excuse me. Belle, I'd like to introduce you to Ebenezer

Scrooge, the finest young financial mind in the city.

Ebenezer, this is Belle, a friend of the Fosseywick family.

I'm pleased to meet you.

Well, I'm glad you two finally met.

Do you remember this meeting?

Remember?

Yes.

There was, of course, another Christmas Eve with this young woman, some years

later.

Oh, please, do not show me that Christmas.

Another year before our wedding, Ebenezer.

It can't be helped, Belle.

How could we marry now? There's not even enough for a decent home.

The investments haven't grown as they should.

So you said last year.

Business continues to be poor.

You're a partner in your own firm now.

Barely clearing expenses.

You said the partnership was the goal. This is for you.

I love you, Belle.

You did once.

Spirit, show me no more.

Why do you delight in torturing me?

I told you, these were the shadows of the things that have been.

That they are what they are, do not blame me.

Leave me.

Scrooge was left alone and exhausted in his bedchamber.

And thus he remained until the nearby clock began to strike the hour.

Oh, what was that?

Two o'clock.

Oh, is it too early for breakfast?

Yes. Oh, good. Supper time.

Scrooge knew that the second of the ghosts was due to appear.

Yet now...

As the clock finished striking... Nothing.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! Come in and know me better, man!

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Come in

and know me better, man!

Did I already say that?

You did, yes.

I am the Ghost of Christmas Present.

This is the night before the dawn before the day of Christmas.

Did I tell you that I am the Ghost of Christmas Present?

You did, yes.

Come in and know me better, man.

You're a little absent-minded spirit.

No, I'm a large absent-minded spirit.

My mind is filled with the here and now.

And the now is Christmas.

I don't believe I've ever met anybody like you before, sir. Really?

Over 1,800 of my brothers have come before me.

1,800?

Imagine the grocery bills.

Have you ever noticed that everything seems wonderful at Christmas?

Uh...

In all honesty, Spirit, no.

Perhaps I've never understood about Christmas.

Before this day is done, you will understand.

Oh! Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Ah,

we shall go out into the world!

I suppose you enjoyed that.

Of course.

May I welcome you to Christmas morning?

It's in the singing of the street corner choir.

It's going home and getting warm by the fire. It's true, wherever you find love,

it feels like Christmas.

A cup of kindness that we share with another. A sweet reunion with a friend

or a brother.

In all the places you find love, it feels like Christmas.

It is the season of the heart.

A special time of caring.

The ways of love made clear.

And it is the season of the spirit.

The message, if we hear it, is make it last all year.

It's in the giving up a gift to another, a pair of mittens that were made by your

mother. It's all the ways that we show love that feel like Christmas.

A part of childhood we'll always remember.

It is the summer of the soul in December.

Yes, when you do your best for love, it feels like Christmas.

It is the season of the heart, a special time of caring,

the ways of love made clear.

It is the season of the spirit, the message if we hear

it, is make it last all year.

It's in the singing of a street corner choir It's going home and getting warm

by the fire It's true wherever you find love It feels like Christmas

It's true wherever you find love

It feels like Christmas

It feels like Christmas

It feels like Christmas.

Spirit, I had no idea. I wish to see friends. Kin, show me family.

It's Fred.

My dear nephew Fred and his wife Clara. Having Christmas with friends.

Hey, look. Fruit.

We've had the plum pudding and sung the carols. What now, my lovelies? A game,

Fred. Yeah, we must have a game at Christmas.

Do people play games at Christmas? I love games.

Say, do you know that fruit is wax?

Oh, yeah.

I wondered about the texture.

Let's play yes and no.

Oh, wonderful game.

Ah, that's a great game. I'll be it. Yes, let Fred be it. He always thinks of

good things.

I do have a good one, Clara.

Guess. Is it?

Vegetable? No. Mineral?

No. Animal then?

What else? What else indeed?

Is it farmed on a farm?

Never. In the city?

Usually. Does it pull a handsome cub?

Certainly not.

How about a dog?

No. A cat? A cat?

I said it first.

No. Wait then, is it an unwanted creature?

Often. A mouse?

No. A rat?

You called?

No.

Scrooge. Oh, dear, it's too wonderful. Wait, wait, I know.

An unwanted creature, but not a rat, a leech or a cockroach. Then what? Then

what? What?

It's Ebenezer Scrooge. Yes.

That's a killer.

Come,

there's much to see.

No more.

I wish to see no more.

Here.

Why have we come to this odd corner of the town?

It's Christmas here, too, you know.

That's Bob Cratchit's house.

Perhaps it was the spirit's own generous nature and his sympathy for all poor men

that led them straight to the home of Scrooge's faithful clerk.

Get out of the way. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Don't be sweeping the chimney now.

You're blocking the smell.

This is Bob Cratchit's house.

How do you know that?

You just told me.

Hmm. Well, I'm usually trustworthy.

Who's that?

Mrs. Cratchit, of course.

The whole secret of a properly roasted goose.

It smells so good, Mother.

It does, doesn't it?

Oh, that smells wonderful.

Oh, good grief.

Hey, I'm stuck. Get me out of here. I knew you weren't suited for literature.

Oh, at least I landed on something soft.

And hot!

the chestnuts until Father and Tiny Tim get home.

I wasn't eating them. I was merely checking them to see if they were not

burnt. It's a chef's thing, dear. And do not shout, Bettina.

I'm Belinda.

I'm Bettina.

Of course you are, Bettina.

Belinda!

Whatever.

Come along, son.

Let's go see if Christmas dinner is ready yet.

Oh, yeah. Yes.

Careful.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

Daddy!

Woo!

Merry Christmas, girls. Merry Christmas, Peter. Merry Christmas.

Children, children, children.

Now it's time to set the table. Go ahead.

Wait for me.

Merry Christmas, Emily.

Oh, Merry Christmas.

Crutchy.

And me.

fell down the chimney and landed on a flaming hot goose.

You have all the fun.

What?

Oh, Peter, the Christmas dinner.

The goose.

The goose.

Oh, no, no, no. Now, son, son, now you've gotten too excited. You go sit in

your chair a moment. Okay, rest, rest a moment.

How was your church?

Oh, as good as golden, better.

He told me that he hoped the people saw him in church because it might be

pleasant for them to remember upon Christmas Day who made lame beggars walk

and blind men see.

A remarkable child.

And with that, the Cratchits came to what was surely the happiest single

moment in all the live-long year.

Such a meager feast.

But very much appreciated.

I paid Bob such a small amount.

Mr. Scrooge.

Bob. Bob Cratchit.

It only seems right that I should lift a glass to my employer.

I give you Mr.

Scrooge, the founder of the feast.

The founder of the feast, indeed.

If I had him here, I would give him a piece of my mind to feast upon, and I

bet he would choke on it.

Choke. My dear, the children, Christmas Day.

Oh, well, I suppose that on the blessed day of Christmas...

One must drink to the health of Mr.

Scrooge, even though he is odious, stingy, wicked, and unfeeling, and badly

dressed. To the founder of the feast, Mr.

Scrooge. To Mr.

Scrooge, you'll be very merry and happy this day, I have no doubt.

No doubt.

Cheers.

God bless us, everyone.

Life is full of sweet surprises.

Every day's a gift.

The sun comes up and I can feel it lift my spirit.

Fills me up with laughter.

Fills me up with song.

I look into the eyes of love and know that I belong.

Bless us all who gather here.

The loving family I hold dear.

No place on earth compares with home.

And every path will bring me back from where I roam.

Bless us all that as we live, we always

comfort and forgive.

we can share with those in need we see around us everywhere

let us always love each other

lead us to the light

let us hear the voice of reason

singing in the night

Let us run from anger and catch us when we

fall.

Teach us in our dreams and please, yes please, bless us

one and all.

Bless us all with playful years.

With noisy games and joyful tears.

We reach for you and we stand tall.

And in our prayers and dreams we ask you bless us all.

We reach for you and we stand tall.

And in our prayers and dreams we ask you...

Bless us all.

Let's all take our seats now. Let's have dinner.

Spirit, tell me if Tiny Tim will live.

That is the future. My realm is the present.

However, I see a vacant seat by the chimney corner and a crutch without an

owner.

If these shadows remain unaltered, I believe the child will die.

But what then? If he's going to die, he'd better do it and decrease the

surplus population.

Oh, spirit.

As the Cratchit family vanished into the darkness, Scrooge kept his eyes upon

Tiny Tim until the last.

Come, my time grows short.

Spirit, do you grow old?

I do.

Are spirits' lives so short?

My time upon this globe is very brief. I believe it will end upon the stroke of

twelve.

One.

Now, but Spirit, I have learned so much from you.

Nothing Scrooge could do or say could stop...

The relentless march of those terrible bells. Five!

Oh, spirit, do not leave me. I think I must, in fact. You have meant so much to

me. You have changed me.

And now I leave you with the ghost of Christmas yet to come.

You mean the future?

Master? Go forth.

and know him better, man!

Am I in the presence of the ghost of Christmas yet to come?

Spirit, I fear you more than any specter I have yet met.

This is too scary. I don't think I want to see any more.

When you're right, you're right.

You're on your own, folks. We'll meet you at the finale.

Yeah. I am prepared to follow and to learn.

With a thankful heart.

Will you not speak to me?

Oh, yes, yes.

The night is waning fast.

Lead on, spirit.

No, I don't know much about it either way. I only know he's dead.

When? Last night, I believe.

Wonder what he died of. I thought he'd never go.

Well, I don't know or care why he's gone.

I'd just like to know what he's done with his money.

Wouldn't we all?

Well, he didn't give it to me.

Well,

it's likely to be a cheap funeral.

I don't know a single soul would go to it.

I wouldn't mind going.

If lunch is provided.

Speaking of lunch.

I know some of those gentlemen's spirit.

Of what poor wretch do they speak?

Joe, get off.

No, no, no, no, no. I've got his bed curtains.

Very fine, Damask.

Very cheap, Damask.

Worth a few coins.

No, I've got his blankets.

His blankets?

Why, Mrs Dilber, they're still warm.

I don't pay extra for the warmth, you know.

You should.

It's the only warmth we ever have.

I understand, spirit.

The case of this unhappy man might be my own.

My life turns that way now.

Merciful heavens.

Let me see some tenderness connected with this world, or I'll be haunted by

that terrible conversation forever.

It's Bob Cratchit's house.

Oh, yes, Spirit.

A place of joy and laughter.

Thank you for bringing me here.

It's so quiet.

Why is it so quiet, Spirit?

Not Tiny Tim.

There now.

My eyes get weak in the dim light.

I would not want to show weak eyes to your father when he gets home for

anything in the world.

He should be back now.

I think he's walked a little slower these past two evenings.

Hello, my dears.

Daddy.

Hello, girls.

Hello, Peter. Hello. Children, please go set the table.

Thank you.

How was the churchyard?

It'll be lovely, Emily.

It would have done you good to see how green the place is.

I picked a spot for Tim where he can see.

It's a spot on the hill.

And you can see the ducks on the river.

Tiny Tim.

Tiny Tim always loved watching the ducks on the river.

Poor spirit.

Must there be a Christmas that brings this awful scene?

How can we endure it?

It's all right, children.

Life is made up of meetings and partings. That is the way of it.

I am sure we shall never forget Tiny Tim or this first parting that there was

among us.

Must we return to this place?

There's something else that I must know. Is that not true?

Spirit, I know what I must ask.

I fear to, but I must.

Who was the wretched man whose death brought so much glee and happiness to

others?

Answer me one more question.

Are these the shadows of things that will be or are they the shadows of

things that may be only?

These events can be changed.

A life can be made right.

Ebenezer Scrooge.

Oh, please, spirit, no.

Hear me, I'm not the man I was.

Why would you show me this if I was past all hope?

I will honor Christmas and try to keep it all the year.

I will live my life in the past, the present, and the future.

I will not shut out the lessons the spirits have taught me.

Tell me that I may sponge out the writing on this stone.

Oh spirit, please speak to me.

I'm home.

Yes, the bedposts were his own. The bed was his own. The room was his own.

Hi, guys. We're back.

We promised we would be.

But the thing that made Scrooge happiest of all was that his life lay before him.

And it could be changed.

I will live my life in the past, the present, and the future of Jacob and

Robert Marley.

Oh, heaven in the Christmas time be praised for this day.

I say it on my knees, Jacob and Robert. On my knees.

Oh. They're not torn down.

They're here.

And I'm here.

More's a miracle.

I don't know what to do.

I'm as light as a feather. I'm as happy as an angel. I'm as merry as a

schoolboy. Um, do you think it's safe for us to be up here? Scrooge is saved.

What can happen now?

Yeah.

You there, boy.

What? Me?

Uh, that is, uh, what, me, sir?

What's today?

Pardon?

What's today, my fine fellow?

Today? Well, today is Christmas Day.

It's Christmas Day. I haven't missed it. The spirits did it all in one night.

They can do anything they like. Of course they can.

Of course they can.

Of course they can. Do you know the poultry shop in the next street?

Yes, sir, I do. An intelligent lad. A remarkable lad.

Do you know whether the price turkey has been sold in the window?

Oh, the one twice as big as me? It's still there.

Oh, it's a pleasure talking with you, lad.

Go and buy it. Be serious.

I am being serious.

Buy it for me and I'll give you a shilling. No, I'll give you five

shillings.

Wow! And so the boy was off like a shot. So even... Um,

sorry.

I'll bring it to Bob Cratchit's house.

What a surprise it'll be. It's twice the size of Tiny Tim. And a few moments

later, dressed in his finest, Scrooge appeared on the streets of the city to

wish Merry Christmas to all the world.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Gee,

thanks. Everyone was out and about this fine morning.

And soon he encountered two familiar faces.

Mr.

Scrooge? Pardon me, gentlemen, but about the charity donation you asked me for

yesterday. Put me down for... That much?

Not a penny less.

A great many back payments are included in it, I assure you.

Oh, my goodness. I don't know what to say.

I just wish there was something we could give you.

A gift?

A gift for me?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Fifty times, and a merry Christmas.

Here's your turkey, Mr. Scrooge. Follow me, lad.

With a thankful heart, with an endless joy, with a growing family, every girl

and boy, will be nephew and niece to me.

Nephew and niece to me. Will bring love, hope, and peace to me.

Love, hope, and peace to me. Yes, and every night will end, and every day will

start, with a grateful prayer and a thankful heart.

With an open smile and with open doors, I will bid you welcome what is mine is

yours. With a glass raised to toast your health. With a glass raised to toast

your health. And a promise to share the wealth.

Promise to share the wealth. I will sail a friendly course, file a friendly

chart. On a sea of love and a thankful heart.

Life is like a journey.

when it ends yes and if you need to know

the measure of a man you simply count his friends

stop and look around you the glory

that you see

is born again each day don't let it slip away how precious life can

be

Thankful heart that is wide awake. I do make this promise every breath I take

will be used now to sing your praise And to beg you to share

my day With a loving guarantee that even if

we part I will hold you close in a thankful heart I will

hold you close in a thankful heart

Bob Cratchit?

So here you are.

Mr. Scrooge.

You, sir, were not at work this morning as we had discussed.

But, Mr.

Scrooge, sir, we did discuss it. It's Christmas Day. You gave me the day off.

I?

I, Ebenezer Scrooge?

Would I do a thing like that?

No. I mean, yes, but you did. Bob Cratchit, I've had my fill of this. And

I have had my fill of you, Mr.

Scrooge. And therefore, Bob Cratchit. And therefore, you can leave this house

at once.

And therefore, I'm about to raise your salary. Oh, and I am about to raise you

right off the pavement or onto... Daddy?

Yes, Bob.

Raise your salary and pay your mortgage on this house.

Please, sir, come inside. Yes, yes.

Bob Cratchit, would you and your family care to join us for a little turkey

dinner on this fine Christmas day?

Merry Christmas.

And Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more.

And, uh, Tiny Tim?

And Tiny Tim, who did not die.

Aw, isn't that swell?

To Tiny Tim, Scrooge became a second father.

He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man as the good

old city ever had.

And it was always said of him that he knew how to keep Christmas well if any

man alive possessed the knowledge.

May that truly be said of us and all of us. And so, as Tiny Tim

observed... God bless us.

God bless us, everyone.

The love we found.

The love... we found we carry with us

the

sweetest

If you like this, you should read the book.

It's in the singing of a street corner choir.

It's going home and getting warm by the fire.

Merry Christmas!

It's true, wherever you find love, it feels like Christmas. Yes, it does!

All those times that we share with another.

A sweet reunion with a friend or a brother. Hello! In all the places you

find love, it feels like Christmas.

It is.

The season of the heart, a special time of caring, ways of

love made clear.

And it is the season of the spirit. The message, if we

hear it, is make it last all year.

Oh, yes.

Make it last all year.

And remember, it is the season of the heart,

a special time of caring, the ways of love make

the spirit the message if we hear it is make it last all year

yes

it's in the singing of a street corner choir it's going home and getting warm

by the fire it's true wherever you find love it feels like christmas

it's true

Christmas. It feels like Christmas.

The time has come for us to say goodbye Yes, some

dreams come true Yes, some dreams fall through