The Muppet Christmas Carol (1992)
Director: Brian Henson
Screenplay: Jerry Juhl
Based on: The Muppet Show by Jim Henson; A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
Release Date: December 11, 1992
Stars: Michael Caine (Ebenezer Scrooge), Edward Sanders (Young Scrooge), Theo Sanders (Young Scrooge), Kristopher Milnes (Young Scrooge), Russell Martin (Young Scrooge), Ray Coulthard (Young Scrooge), Steven Mackintosh (Fred), Meredith Braun (Belle), Robin Weaver (Clara)
Plot: Charles Dickens (Gonzo) and his friend Rizzo narrate the story of Ebenezer Scrooge, a greedy, rude, penny-pinching and lonely moneylender of nineteenth century London, who does not share the merriment of Christmas. On Christmas Eve, he rejects his nephew Fred’s invitation to Christmas dinner, dismisses two gentlemen (Bunsen Honeydew and Beaker) collecting money for charity, and hurls a wreath at a carol-singing Bean Bunny. His kind, humble employee Bob Cratchit (Kermit the Frog) and the other bookkeepers request to not work on Christmas Day, since there will be no business for Scrooge on the day, to which he reluctantly agrees. That night, Scrooge encounters the shackled ghosts of his late business partners, Jacob and Robert Marley (Statler and Waldorf), in his bed chambers. They warn him to repent of his wicked ways, or be condemned to wearing chains and to suffer in the afterlife as they do. They also say three spirits will visit him during the night.
At one o’clock, Scrooge is visited by the childlike Ghost of Christmas Past, who shows him visions of his childhood and early adult life. Along with Dickens and Rizzo, they visit his lonely school days and then his time as an employee at Fozziwig’s (Fozzie Bear) rubber chicken factory. There, at Fozziwig’s Christmas party, Scrooge meets a young woman named Belle, with whom he falls in love but loses as he chooses money over her. A despondent Scrooge tells the Ghost to leave him and is returned to his home.
Scrooge next meets the gigantic, merry Ghost of Christmas Present, who shows him the joys and wonder of Christmas Day. Scrooge and the Ghost visit Fred’s house, where Scrooge is made fun of for his stinginess and general ill will toward all. Scrooge and the spirit then visit Bob Cratchit’s house, learning his family is content with the little they have. Scrooge also takes pity on Bob’s ill son Tiny Tim (Robin the Frog), whom the Ghost comments will soon die if things continue the way they are.
The Ghost leaves Scrooge to the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, who takes Scrooge into the future where a recent death elicits no sympathy from the inhabitants of London, and the stolen possessions of the deceased are sold to a fence named Old Joe. The Ghost also shows Scrooge the Cratchits’ home, where they find Bob and his family mourning the death of Tiny Tim. Scrooge is led to the cemetery, where the Ghost points out the neglected grave of the unloved man; Scrooge wipes the snow away on the tombstone to see that it bears his name. Scrooge tearfully vows to change his ways and suddenly finds himself back in his bedroom, where he discovers it is Christmas Day.
An overjoyed Scrooge begins spreading happiness and joy around London, agreeing to give money to the gentlemen’s charity, reconciling with Fred and his wife, and leaving coals for his bookkeepers. Scrooge tells Bean to buy the poulterer’s prize turkey, and they, along with Dickens, Rizzo, and the gentlemen, deliver it to Bob’s family. Scrooge announces to Bob that he will raise his salary and pay off his mortgage, Dickens tells that Tiny Tim escaped death thanks to Scrooge’s new generosity, and everyone celebrates Christmas together.
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The Muppet Christmas Carol (1992) | Transcript
[Hubbub]
[Munches]
Ah. It was a fine meal.
Yes, it was, wasn’t it?
Yes, what should we do now?
Let’s have lunch.
Oh, good idea.
Quiet down, you villains.
[Pumpkin] I’m being stolen.
Help me, help me!
[Pumpkin] Put me down!
[Children chatter]
Hello.
[Dog barks]
What about my nose?
[Yelps]
[Woman, cackling]
Banana peels coming down!
Come along, ladies. Here’s a nice Christmas turkey. Turkey. Get your Christmas turkey.
Hey, get back in the box, Martin!
Get your boomerang fish.
Guaranteed fresh. Throw the fish away and it comes back to me. Get ’em while they’re fresh.
Christmas apples.
[Dickens] We got Macintosh.
Christmas apples.
[Dickens] Red Delicious.
Tuppence apiece, while they last.
[Dickens] We… They won’t last long the way you’re eating them.
I’m creating scarcity. Drives the prices up.
[Dickens] Rizzo…
[Rizzo clears throat]
[Dickens] Hello. Welcome to the Muppet Christmas Carol. I am here to tell the story.
And I am here for the food.
[Dickens] My name is Charles Dickens.
And my name is Rizzo the Rat. Wait a second, you’re not Charles Dickens.
[Dickens] I am, too.
A blue furry Charles Dickens who hangs out with a rat?
[Dickens] Absolutely.
Charles Dickens was a 19th century novelist. A genius.
[Dickens] You are too kind.
Why should I believe you?
[Dickens] Because I know the story of A Christmas Carol like the back of my hand.
Prove it.
[Dickens] All right. There’s a little mole on my thumb. And a scar on my wrist from when I fell off my bicycle…
No, don’t tell us your hand, tell us the story.
[Dickens] Oh, thank you. Yes. The Marleys were dead, to begin with.
The… Pardon me?
[Dickens] That’s how the story begins, “The Marleys were dead, to begin with.” As dead as a doornail.
It’s a good beginning. It’s creepy and kind of… spooky.
[Dickens] Thank you, Rizzo.
You’re welcome, Mr. Dickens.
[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?
[Dickens] There.
When?
[Dickens] Now.
[Dickens] There he is, Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge.
Say, is it getting cold around here? [Shudders]
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
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
‘Cause 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. Greed
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.
Uh-uh.
There goes Mr. Outrage
There goes Mr. Sneer
He has no time for friends or fun
His anger 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 “meeces”
[Dickens] 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
If being mean’s a way of life you practice and rehearse
Then all that work is paying off
‘Cause Scrooge is getting worse
Every day, in every way
Scrooge is getting worse
[male] Oh, boy.
How the time flies.
Look at this, I’ve got to move…
[horse brays]
[Scrooge] Humbug.
Phew! What an unpleasant fellow.
[Dickens] He was a tightfisted hand at the grindstone, Scroo… Boy, this really is a dirty city.
Ha. You tellin’ me.
[Thud, squeaking]
Thank you for making me a part of this.
[Dickens] He was a tightfisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge. A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, clutching… covetous old sinner.
[Gulps]
[Scrooge] Bob Cratchit?
Yes, Mr. Scrooge?
[Scrooge] Who is this?
Mr. Applegate, sir. He’s here to speak to you about his… mortgage.
[Applegate] Mr. Scrooge, I know you’re very angry about this, and I didn’t mean to fall behind in the payment. Lord knows, it being Christmas and all. 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? 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!
[Applegate] Thank you for not shouting at me.
[Door slams]
[Workers] 17… 42…
[Scrooge] Let us deal with the eviction notices for tomorrow, Mr. Cratchit.
[Bob Cratchit] Uh… Tomorrow’s Christmas, sir.
[Scrooge] Very well, you may gift wrap them.
[Worker] Let us help you with that, Mr. Cratchit.
[Bob Cratchit] My, there are certainly a lot today.
We’ll get it.
[Bob Cratchit] I’m okay, okay. Here you go.
Look out on that end…
[clamoring]
Uh…
[workers] Whoa!
[Scrooge] 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 moneylenders.
Boss, ask him.
Tell him.
Come on. Come on.
Do it now. Do it.
[Bob Cratchit] If you please, Mr. Scrooge, it’s gotten colder. The bookkeeping staff would like to have an extra shovel of coal for the fire.
We can’t do the bookkeeping.
Our pens are like inkcicles.
Our assets are frozen.
[Scrooge] How would the bookkeepers like to be suddenly unemployed?
[All] Heat wave!
[All sing]
This is my island in the sun!
[Bob Cratchit] I, I believe you’ve convinced them once again, Mr. Scrooge.
[Dickens] At that moment, who should arrive at the door but Scrooge’s nephew, Fred. His only living relative.
[Rizzo] Nephew Fred? I don’t see him.
[Dickens] Trust me.
[Fred] Hello? Uncle?
[Dickens] Rizzo?
[Rizzo] You’re very good at that, Mr. Dickens.
[Fred] A merry Christmas, Uncle Scrooge. God save you.
[Scrooge] Merry Christmas? Bah. Humbug!
[Rizzo] Quick, it’ll be warmer in there.
[Fred] Christmas a humbug, Uncle? You don’t mean that, surely.
[Rizzo] Actually, I think it’s colder in here.
[Scrooge] Merry Christmas, you say? What right have you to be merry? You’re poor enough.
[Fred] And you to be dismal? You’re rich enough.
[Rizzo] He’s got him. The old boy’s speechless.
[Scrooge] 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.
[Rizzo] Well, not quite speechless.
[Fred] Uncle…
[Scrooge] Nephew. You keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine.
[Fred] 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 Christmas has done me good and will do me good, and I say, God bless it.
[Workers cheer]
[Scrooge] And how does one celebrate Christmas on the unemployment line?
[Dickens] 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?
[High-pitched squeak]
[Scrooge] 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.
[Scrooge] My dear nephew!
At this festive season of the year, Mr. Scrooge, many of us feel we must take care of our poor and homeless.
[Scrooge] Are there no prisons? No poor houses?
Oh, plenty of those, sir.
[Scrooge] Oh. Excellent. For a moment, I was worried.
Some of us are endeavoring to raise a fund for the poor and homeless. What might I put you down for?
[Scrooge] Nothing.
You wish to remain anonymous?
[Scrooge] I wish to be left alone. I do not make merry myself for Christmas.
That certainly is true.
[Scrooge] I cannot afford to make idle people merry.
That is certainly not true.
[Scrooge] Don’t you have other things to do this afternoon?
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.
[Scrooge] Why ever did you get married?
Why? Because I fell in love.
[Scrooge] [Laughs] That’s the only thing in the world sillier than a merry Christmas.
It’s no use, 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.
[Scrooge] Humbug!
[Softly] Ahem.
[Clock ticks]
Now, then, sir, about the… donation.
[Scrooge] Well, now. Let’s see. I know how to treat the poor. My taxes go to pay for the prisons and the poorhouses. The homeless must go there.
But some would rather die.
[Scrooge] If they’d rather die, then they’d better do it, and decrease the surplus population.
[Squeaks]
Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
[Scrooge] This is the door, you may use it.
All right, Beaker, come along. I think we’ve taken enough of Mr. Scrooge’s time.
[Beaker squeaks]
Oh, dear. Dear, dear.
[Door slams]
[Workers] 17… 24… 58.
Good King Wencelas looked out on the
Feast of Stephen
Though the snow lay round about,
deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that… night,
Though… the…
[clears throat]
[Scrooge] What do you want?
Uh… Penny for the song, guvnor?
[Gasps]
Wh… Ow!
[Groans]
[Worker] 17… 24…
[Bob Cratchit] [clears throat] Excuse me, Mr. Scrooge, but it appears to be closing time.
[Scrooge] Very well. I’ll see you at eight tomorrow morning.
[Workers] Ask him, ask him.
[Bob Cratchit] Um… Tomorrow’s Christmas.
[Scrooge] 8:30, then.
[Workers sigh]
[Bob Cratchit] If you please, sir, half an hour off hardly seems customary for Christmas Day.
[Worker] No.
[Worker 2] Hardly customary.
[Scrooge] How much time off is customary, Mr. Cratchit?
[Bob Cratchit] Um… Why, um, the, er, whole day.
Yeah, that’s right.
The whole day.
[Scrooge] The entire day?
No.
That’s the frog’s idea.
[Bob Cratchit] If you please, 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.
That’s definitely a point.
That’s a point.
[Scrooge] It’s a poor excuse for picking a man’s pocket every December the 25th.
[All groan]
[Scrooge] But as I seem to be the only person around who knows that… take the day off.
[All cheer]
[Scrooge] Will you stop that?
[Workers yelp]
[Bob Cratchit] Thank you, Mr. Scrooge.
[Scrooge] Be here all the earlier the next morning.
[Worker] Okay.
[Worker 2] You bet. First thing.
[Dickens] 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!
[Workers cheer]
[Bob Cratchit] 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 strangers
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
Okay, ready. Here we go.
That’s it. Ha! Ha!
[Others cheer]
Mm-hm.
[Bob Cratchit] 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?
[Bob Cratchit] Look, it’s the penguins’ Christmas skating party.
[Quacking]
[Bob Cratchit] Hmm. Ah. Look at that!
You did good, boss.
[Bob Cratchit] Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.
[Dickens] Wow!
[Rizzo] No way.
[Dickens] Come on, Rizzo. Boy. Fun, huh?
[Bob Cratchit] Merry Christmas, penguins.
[All quack]
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
Merry Christmas!
[Dog barks]
[Dickens] Scrooge lived in chambers which had once belonged to his old business partners, Jacob and Robert Marley.
Have some bread?
[Dickens] Not while I’m working.
Suit yourself.
[Dickens] The building was a dismal heap of brick on a dark street. Once again, you must remember that the Marleys were dead and decaying in their graves.
Yeuch!
[Dickens] [Whispers] That one thing you must remember, or nothing that follows will seem wondrous.
Why are you whispering?
[Dickens] It’s for dramatic emphasis.
Oh.
[Dickens] Shh.
[Scrooge] Jacob Marley?
[Booming groan]
You okay?
[Scrooge] Humbug.
Oh. Gonzo, speak to me. I mean, Mr. Dickens. Charlie! Are you hurt?
[Dickens] 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 hurt. Didn’t even break his concentration.
[Dickens] Hmm?
Nothing.
[Dickens] Come on, Rizzo. We’ll follow him in.
In a minute. I had a bag of jelly beans over here.
[Dickens] Will you just get over here?
All right.
[Dickens] Sheesh. [groans]
Oh-oh.
[Dickens] Steady, steady.
[Strangulated]
[Dickens] Scrooge made his way up the stairs, 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.
[Rizzo] Okay, that does it.
[Dickens] Pardon?
How do you know what Scrooge is doing? We’re down here and he’s up there.
[Dickens] I keep telling you, storytellers are omniscient. I know everything.
Hoity-toity, Mr. Godlike Smarty-Pants.
[Dickens] To conduct a proper search, Scrooge was forced to light the lamps.
How does he do that?
[Scrooge] Agh! Oh. It’s my best dressing gown. No harm done.
[Ding]
[Clock ticks]
[Creaking]
[Ringing]
[Scrooge breathes heavily]
[Faint clinking]
[Laughter]
Look, it’s Ebenezer Scrooge.
Looking older and more wicked than ever.
I knew he wouldn’t disappoint us.
[Both laugh]
[Scrooge] Who are you?
In life, we were your partners, Jacob…
And Robert Marley.
[Scrooge] It looks like you. But I don’t believe it.
Why do you doubt your senses?
[Scrooge] 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.
[Both laugh]
More of gravy than of grave?
What a terrible pun. Where do you get those jokes?
Leave comedy to the bears, Ebenezer.
[Scrooge] Please, Jacob, Robert, don’t criticize me. You always criticized me.
We were always heckling you.
It’s good to be heckling again.
It’s good to be doing anything again.
[Scrooge] Why do you come to me?
We’re Marley and Marley
Avarice and greed
We took advantage of the poor, just ignored the needy
We specialized in causing pain, spreading fear and doubt
And if you could not pay the rent, we simply threw you out
There was the year we evicted the entire orphanage.
I remember the little tykes all standing in the snowbank.
With their little frostbitten teddy bears.
We’re Marley and Marley
Our hearts were painted black
We should have known our evil deeds
Would put us both in shackles
Captive, bound, we’re double-ironed, exhausted by the weight
As freedom comes from giving love
So prison comes with hate
We’re Marley and Marley
[make ghostly noises]
We’re Marley and Marley
[Scrooge] But my friends, you were not unfeeling towards your fellow men.
True, there was something about mankind we loved.
I think it was their money.
[Marley Brothers laugh]
Doomed, 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 waits for you
[Scrooge] Why these terrible chains?
[Both wail]
The chains.
We forged these chains in life by our acts of greed.
You wear such a chain yourself.
[Scrooge] Humbug. Speak comfort to me, friends.
Comfort!
[Both wail]
You will be haunted by three spirits.
[Scrooge] 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.
[Scrooge] Can’t I meet them all at once and get it over with?
When the bell tolls one!
We’re Marley and Marley
[wail]
We’re Marley and Marley
[wail]
We’re Marley and Marley
[ghosts wail]
[Marleys] Change!
[Clock ticks]
[Dickens] And with that, the spirits of Scrooge’s partners vanished into the darkness, leaving him once again alone in his room.
That’s scary stuff. Should we be worried about the kids in the audience?
[Dickens] No, it’s all right. This is culture.
Jelly bean? I had them in my pocket all along.
[Dickens groans]
What?
[Scrooge] Humbug.
[Dickens] Come on.
[Rizzo] But I really hate this.
[Dickens] You wanted to know what was happening. Scrooge’s bedchamber is on this side of the house. Jump.
[Rizzo] There’s only two things in this life I hate. Heights, and jumping from them.
[Dickens] Too late now. Come on, I’ll catch you.
[Rizzo] [Whimpers] God save my little broken body. [Screams]
[Dickens] Missed.
[Rizzo] [Growls] Wait a second. I forgot my jelly beans. Um… What?
[Dickens] You can fit through those bars?
[Rizzo] Yeah.
[Dickens] You are such an idiot.
[Rizzo] What, what? Hey, what? What? [whispers] What?
[Scrooge breathes heavily]
[Ticking]
[Rizzo] Oh, dear.
[Dickens] Scrooge slipped into the empty silence of a dreamless sleep.
[Rizzo] You know, a guy could break his tail falling out of this tree.
[Dickens] Want to see what’s going on, don’t you?
[Rizzo] Yes.
[Dickens] There’s Scrooge’s window.
[Rizzo] Oh, yeah.
[Clock ticks]
[Clock whirs, chimes]
[Ding]
[Dickens] Expect the first ghost when the bell tolls one!
[Rizzo] Wow! Ouch.
[Scrooge] Are you the spirit whose coming was foretold to me?
[Ghost of Christmas Past] I am.
[Scrooge] But… you’re just a child.
[Ghost of Christmas Past] I can remember nearly 1,900 years. I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.
[Scrooge] What business has brought you here?
[Ghost of Christmas Past] Your welfare.
[Scrooge] Huh. A night’s unbroken rest might aid my welfare.
[Ghost of Christmas Past] Your salvation, then. Take heed. Come.
[Scrooge] I beg you, spirit, I am mortal. I’m liable to fall.
[Ghost of Christmas Past] A touch of my hand, and you shall fly.
[Rizzo] What are we doing?
[Dickens] Nothing.
[Rizzo] What?
[Dickens] Just hold on.
[Rizzo screams]
[Dickens] Watch out, Rizzo.
What? Oh!
[Dickens laughs]
Whee! Hello, London! Goodbye, lunch!
[Scrooge] [Pants] Spirit?
[Ghost of Christmas Past] Yes?
[Scrooge] Nothing.
[Dickens] Look, Rizzo.
[Rizzo] I don’t want to look.
[Scrooge] Spirit? What is that light? It cannot be dawn.
[Ghost of Christmas Past] It is the past.
[Dickens] Look, it’s beautiful, Rizzo.
[Rizzo] Mommy!
[Rizzo] Hey, we’re going down.
[Dickens] Hang on, Rizzo.
[Woman screams]
[Dickens] Sorry, madam.
[Man grunts]
[Rizzo] Pardon me, sir.
[Dickens] Look out, Rizzo.
[Dickens] Rizzo, this is Louise.
[Rizzo] Yeah, we’ve met.
[Dickens] And so they arrived in Ebenezer Scrooge’s childhood.
[Rizzo] That was the worst trip of my life.
[Dickens] It’s over now.
[Rizzo] Yeah, safe at last.
[Meows]
[Rizzo] No. No. No! Oh, no! Nice kitty, nice kitty. Ow! I’m from New Jersey.
[Cat meows, kids shout]
[Dickens] It was the afternoon of Christmas Eve, and Scrooge was conscious of a thousand odors. Each one connected with a thousand thoughts, hopes, joys and cares, long, long forgotten.
[Scrooge] It’s my old school. I was a boy here. That’s Henry. And Edmund, my best friend. Hello, boys. Hello.
[Ghost of Christmas Past] These are but shadows of your past, Ebenezer. They can neither see nor hear you. Come, let us go inside.
[Dickens] Rizzo, stop playing with the cat.
[Rizzo] Save me, save me!
[Cat meows viciously]
[Dickens] And what a flood of memories came back to him, as Scrooge beheld his old classroom.
[Scrooge] I know it all so well, spirit. The desks. The smell of the chalk. I chose my profession in this room.
[Ghost of Christmas Past] And is he, too, familiar?
[Dickens] Scrooge beheld a small boy, a boy he knew, oh, very well indeed.
[Scrooge] Good heavens. It’s me.
Come Ebenezer, the last coach is leaving.
Come on, he never goes home for Christmas.
[Young Scrooge] Who cares about stupid old Christmas?
[Scrooge] I was often alone. More time for reading… and study. The Christmas holiday was a chance to get some extra work done. A time for… solitude.
[Rizzo] Rats don’t understand these things.
[Dickens] You were never a lonely child?
[Rizzo] I had 1,274 brothers and sisters.
[Dickens] Sheesh. Rats don’t understand these things.
[Ghost of Christmas Past] Let us see another Christmas in this place.
[Scrooge] They were all very much the same. Nothing ever changed.
[Ghost of Christmas Past] You changed.
[Dickens] The years performed their terrible dance. And in a moment, Scrooge had seen his entire childhood pass. He saw his old school room age and decay.
[Rizzo] What the… Hey! Agh!
[Headmaster] So, Master Scrooge, graduation day!
[Scrooge] That’s my old headmaster. This man taught me my greatest lesson.
[Headmaster] Stand up. Build your life as this school was built.
[Dickens] Push!
[Strains] My ear, my ear, my ear.
[Headmaster] Yes, work hard, work long, and be constructive. 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. Hmm. I’ve been meaning to fix that shelf.
[Young Scrooge] Yes, headmaster.
[Headmaster] Young man, you have been apprenticed to a fine company in London. Today, you become a man of business.
[Young Scrooge] I’m looking forward to it, headmaster.
[Headmaster] You will love business. It is the American way.
[Dickens] Sam?
[Headmaster] Mmm?
[Dickens whispers]
[Headmaster] Oh. It is the British way.
[Dickens] Good.
[Young Scrooge] Yes, headmaster.
[Headmaster] Oh, here is your coach, Ebenezer.
[Ghost of Christmas Past] Come, Scrooge, there is much to see.
[Headmaster] Remember, don’t tip the driver.
[Dickens] A moment later, Scrooge found himself standing on a city street, looking at a building he had not seen in years.
[Ghost of Christmas Past] Tell me, Ebenezer Scrooge, do you know this place?
[Scrooge] Know it? My first job was here. This is Fozziwig’s old rubber chicken factory.
[Dickens] Once again, it was Christmas Eve, night was falling, and the lamplighters were plying their trade.
[Rizzo] Hey, light the lamp, not the rat. Light the lamp, not the rat!
[Dickens] My apologies.
[Rizzo] What are you doing? Put me out, put me out!
[Dickens] Rizzo!
[Rizzo] What? [Screams] [Gurgling] [Shivers] Oh, oh, Th-th-th-thank you.
[Dickens] You’re welcome.
[Scrooge] There he is, old Fozziwig himself.
[Fozziwig] Look my lads, dusk has fallen, and the lamplighters are at work. It’s Christmas Eve for certain.
[Scrooge] What an employer he was. As hard and as ruthless as a rose petal.
[Fozziwig] It’s time for the party to begin.
[Scrooge] It’s the Fozziwig Christmas party.
[Dickens] 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?
[Clucking] Whoa!
[Rizzo] I suppose I should be grateful for that.
[Dickens] You’re welcome.
Everyone, please, can I have your attention for a moment?
[They laugh]
[Scrooge] Look, it’s the Marley brothers. My old partners, as they were as lads.
Can I have your attention, please?
[Chatter continues]
Quiet! Thank you.
That’s better. Welcome to Fozziwig 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.
[They laugh]
Uh, pay no attention to them. My speech, here is my Christmas speech. “Thank you all and merry Christmas.”
That was the speech?
That was dumb.
It was obvious.
It was pointless.
It was short.
[Both] I loved it! [both laugh]
I’m bored with speeches. Let’s dance, Son!
Here’s Mrs. Fozziwig to start the party. Way to go, Ma!
Hit it, boys!
[Grunts]
Hello. Look, there’s a buffet over here. I’m kind of hungry.
[Sings nonsensically to Deck The Halls]
Fala lala la Lala la la
[Rizzo] Forget it. Mother always taught me, never eat singing food.
[Fozziwig] A pleasure having you here.
I’m very pleased, and please enjoy yourself.
[Adult Scrooge] Excuse me, Mr. Fozziwig? 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.
Hello.
[Pounding]
[Growling, rapid pounding]
[Band strikes up]
You dancing fool!
I love these annual Christmas parties. I love them so much, I think we’ll do it twice a year.
[Adult Scrooge] Excuse me.
[Fozziwig] Master Scrooge.
[Adult 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 Fozziwig family.
[Belle] I’m pleased to meet you.
Well, I’m glad you two finally met.
[Ghost of Christmas Past] Do you remember this meeting?
[Scrooge] Remember? Yes. I remember.
[Ghost of Christmas Past] There was, of course, another Christmas Eve with this young woman, some years later.
[Scrooge] Oh, please, do not show me that Christmas.
[Birdsong]
[Belle] Another year before our wedding, Ebenezer.
[Adult Scrooge] 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.
[Belle] So you said last year.
[Adult Scrooge] Business continues to be poor.
[Belle] You’re a partner in your own firm now.
[Adult Scrooge] Barely clearing expenses.
[Belle] You said the partnership was the goal.
[Adult Scrooge] This is for you. I love you, Belle.
[Belle] You did, once.
[Belle]
There was a time when I was sure
That you and I were truly one
That our future was forever
And would never come undone
And we came so close to being close
And though you cared for me
There’s distance in your eyes tonight
So we’re not meant to be
The love is gone
The love is gone
The sweetest dream
That we have ever known
The love is gone
The love is gone
I wish you well
But I must leave you now alone
There comes a moment in your life
Like a window and you see
Your future there before you
And how perfect life can be
But adventure calls with unknown voices
Pulling you away
Be careful or you may regret
The choice you make someday
When love is gone
When love is gone
The sweetest dream
That we have ever known
When love is gone
When love is gone
I wish you well
But I must leave you now alone
[Belle and Old Scrooge]
It was almost love
It was almost always
It was like a fairytale we’d live out
You and I
And yes some dreams come true
And yes some dreams fall through
[Belle]
And yes the time has come for us to say goodbye
Yes some dreams come true
Yes some dreams fall through
And yes the time has come for us to say goodbye
[Rizzo sobs]
[Dickens] Oh, Rizzo.
[Scrooge] Spirit, show me no more. Why do you delight in torturing me?
[Ghost of Christmas Past] I told you, these are the shadows of the things that have been. That they are what they are, do not blame me.
[Scrooge] Leave me.
[Dickens] Scrooge was left alone and exhausted in his bedchamber. And thus he remained, until the nearby clock began to strike the hour.
[Grunts] Oh. Oh. Oh, what was that?
[Dickens] Two o’clock.
[Rizzo] Is it too early for breakfast?
[Dickens] Yes.
[Rizzo] Oh, good, supper time.
[Ding]
[Ding]
[Dickens] Scrooge knew the second of the ghosts was due. Yet now, as the clock finished striking…
[Scrooge] Nothing.
[Ghost of Christmas Present] [Laughing] Come in, and know me better, man. Come in, and know me better, man. Did I already say that?
[Scrooge] You did.
[Ghost of Christmas Present] 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?
[Scrooge] You did.
[Ghost of Christmas Present] Come in, know me better, man.
[Scrooge] You’re a little absentminded, spirit.
[Ghost of Christmas Present] No, I’m a large absentminded spirit.
[Scrooge chuckles]
[Ghost of Christmas Present] My mind is filled with the here and now. And the now is Christmas. [laughs]
[Scrooge] [laughs] I don’t believe I’ve ever met anybody like you before, sir.
[Ghost of Christmas Present] Really? Over 1,800 of my brothers have come before me.
[Scrooge] 1,800? Imagine the grocery bills.
[Both laugh]
[Ghost of Christmas Present] Have you ever noticed that everything seems wonderful at Christmas?
[Scrooge] Uh, in all honesty, spirit, no. Perhaps I’ve never understood about Christmas.
[Ghost of Christmas Present] Before this day is done, you will understand. Oh. [laughs]
[Rizzo] Oh, no! Oh, no!
[Ghost of Christmas Present] We shall go out into the world.
[Rizzo] I suppose you enjoyed that?
[Dickens] Of course.
[Ghost of Christmas Present] May I welcome you to Christmas morning? [Laughs]
[They sing]
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
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 of 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
[Ghost of Christmas Present] It feels like Christmas!
It feels like Christmas
[Scrooge] Spirit, I had no idea. I wish to see friends, kin. Show me family.
[Scrooge] It’s Fred. My dear nephew Fred and his wife, Clara. Having Christmas with friends.
[Rizzo] Hey, look. Fruit.
[Fred] Well, now, we’ve had the plum pudding and sung the carols. What now, my lovelies?
[Clara] A game, Fred.
Yeah, we must have a game at Christmas.
[Scrooge] Do people play games at Christmas?
[Ghost of Christmas Present] I love games.
[Dickens] Say, do you know that fruit is wax?
[Rizzo] Oh, yeah, I wondered about the texture. Yeuch!
Let’s play “Yes and No.”
Oh, wonderful game.
[Fred] Yah! That’s a great game. I’ll be it.
[Clara] Yes, let Fred be it. He always thinks of good things.
[Fred] I do have a good one, Clara. Guess.
Is it vegetable?
[Fred] No.
[Clara] Mineral?
[Fred] No.
Animal, then?
[Fred] What else?
[Clara] What else, indeed.
Is it found on a farm?
[Fred] Never.
[Clara] In the city?
[Fred] Usually.
Does it pull a hansom cab?
[Fred] Certainly not.
How about a dog?
[Fred] No.
[Scrooge] A cat?
[Clara] A cat?
[Scrooge] I said it first.
[Fred] No.
[Clara] Wait, is this an unwanted creature?
[Fred] Often.
A mouse?
[Fred] No.
A rat?
[Rizzo] You called?
A cockroach.
[Fred] No.
A leech?
[Fred] It’s too wonderful.
[Clara] Wait, I know. An unwanted creature, but not a rat, a leech, or a cockroach?
Then what?
[Scrooge] What?
[Clara] It’s Ebenezer Scrooge.
[Fred] Yes.
[All laugh]
[Clara] Wonderful.
[Female friend] That’s a killer.
[Ghost of Christmas Present] Come, there is much to see.
[Scrooge] No more. I wish to see no more.
[Ghost of Christmas Present] Here.
[Scrooge] Why have we come to this odd corner of the town?
[Ghost of Christmas Present] It’s Christmas here, too, you know. That’s Bob Cratchit’s house.
[Dickens] 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.
[Rizzo] Goose. They’re cooking goose down there. [Sniffs]
[Dickens] Rizzo, get out of the way.
[Rizzo] Hey, don’t be sweeping the chimney now. You’re blocking the smell. [sniffs]
[Scrooge] This is Bob Cratchit’s house?
[Ghost of Christmas Present] How do you know that?
[Scrooge] You just told me.
[Ghost of Christmas Present] Hmm. Well, I’m usually trustworthy. [Chuckles]
[Woman sings inside]
[Scrooge] Who’s that?
[Ghost of Christmas Present] Mrs. Cratchit, of course.
[Sings to herself]
[Mrs. Cratchit] [Sniffs] Ahh! Peter, do not stop turning that spit. That is the whole secret of a properly roasted goose.
[Peter] It smells so good, Mother.
[Mrs. Cratchit] It does, doesn’t it?
[Rizzo] [Sniffs] Oh. That smells wonderful.
[Dickens] Oh, good grief.
[Rizzo] Hey, I’m stuck, get me out of here.
[Dickens] I knew you weren’t suited for literature.
[Rizzo] [screams] Oh, at least I landed on something soft. And hot! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Hot, hot, hot!
[Belinda] Mother, Mother, Mother! You said we couldn’t eat the chestnuts until Father and Tiny Tim get home.
[Mrs. Cratchit] 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, Betina.
[Belinda] I’m Belinda.
[Betina] I’m Betina.
[Mrs. Cratchit] Of course you are, Betina.
[Belinda] Belinda.
[Mrs. Cratchit] Whatever.
[Faint singing]
[Ghost of Christmas Present] Huh?
[Bebop-style singing]
[Cratchit scats]
‘Tis the season to be jolly and joyous, fa la la
With a burst of pleasure we feel it arrive, fa la la
It’s a season when the saints can employ us, fa la la
To spread the news about peace and to keep love alive
[Bob Cratchit] Come on, son. Let’s go see if Christmas dinner is ready yet.
[Tiny Tim] Oh, yeah.
[Bob Cratchit] Yes.
[Bob Cratchit] Merry Christmas, everyone.
Daddy!
[Bob Cratchit] Merry Christmas, girls. Merry Christmas, Peter.
[Peter] Merry Christmas.
[Mrs. Cratchit] Children, children, it’s time to set the table. Go ahead.
[Tiny Tim] Wait for me.
[Bob Cratchit] Merry Christmas, Emily.
[Mrs. Cratchit] Merry Christmas… Crachy.
[Bob Cratchit] Emmy.
[Rizzo] I fell down the chimney and landed on a flaming hot goose.
[Dickens] You have all the fun. What?
[Tiny Tim] Peter, the Christmas dinner. The goose, the goose. [Laughs, coughs]
[Mrs. Cratchit] Oh, no, now, son, you’ve gotten too excited. You go sit in your chair a moment. Rest a moment. How was he at church?
[Bob Cratchit] As good as gold and better. He said 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.
[Scrooge] A remarkable child.
[Dickens] With that, the Cratchits came to what was surely the happiest single moment in all the livelong year.
[Scrooge] Such a meager feast.
[Ghost of Christmas Present] But very much appreciated.
[Scrooge] I pay Bob such a small amount.
[Bob Cratchit] Mr. Scrooge.
[Scrooge] Bob. Bob Cratchit?
[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.
[Mrs. Cratchit] The founder of the feast, indeed. Huh! 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!
[Bob Cratchit] My dear, the children. Christmas Day.
[Mrs. Cratchit] 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…
[Tiny Tim] To the founder of the feast, Mr. Scrooge.
[Mrs. Cratchit] To Mr. Scrooge, he’ll be very merry and happy this day, I have no doubt.
No doubt.
[Bob Cratchit] Mm. Cheers.
[Tiny Tim] God bless us, every one.
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 have so much
That 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
[coughs]
[Emmy] Let’s all take our seats now. Let’s have dinner.
[Scrooge] Spirit, tell me if Tiny Tim will live.
[Ghost of Christmas Present] 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 then, if he’s going to die, he’d better do it, and decrease the surplus population.
[Scrooge] Oh, spirit.
[Dickens] As the Cratchit family vanished into the darkness, Scrooge kept his eyes upon Tiny Tim, until the last.
[Ghost of Christmas Present] Come. My time grows short.
[Wind whistles]
[Scrooge] Spirit, do you grow old?
[Ghost of Christmas Present] I do. [chuckles] Are spirits’ lives so short? My time upon this globe is very brief. I believe it will end upon the stroke of 12.
[Ding]
[Rizzo] One.
[Scrooge] Now? But spirit, I have learned so much from you.
[Dickens] Nothing Scrooge could do or say could stop the relentless march of those terrible bells.
[Rizzo] Five!
[Scrooge] Oh, spirit, do not leave me.
[Ghost of Christmas Present] I think I must, in fact.
[Scrooge] You have meant so much to me. You have changed me.
[Ghost of Christmas Present] And now I leave you with the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come.
[Scrooge] You mean, the future?
[Ghost of Christmas Present] Mm.
[Scrooge] Must I?
[Ghost of Christmas Present] Go forth, and know him better, man. [Laughs]
[Scrooge] 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.
[Rizzo] This is too scary. I don’t think I want to see any more.
[Dickens] When you’re right, you’re right. You’re on your own, folks. We’ll meet you at the finale.
[Rizzo] Yeah.
[Scrooge] I am prepared to follow and to learn, with a thankful heart. Will you not speak to me? Oh, 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.
[All laugh]
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?
He didn’t give it to me.
It’s likely to be a cheap funeral.
I don’t know a single soul who would go to it.
I wouldn’t mind going.
Eh?
If lunch is provided.
[All snort and laugh]
Speaking of lunch…
Oh, yes.
[Scrooge] I know some of those gentlemen, spirit. Of what poor wretch do they speak?
So, back from the house of sadness, I see.
Sad that he didn’t die years ago, the old skinflint.
Hear, hear.
Let me see. What have you got for old Joe? What have you got for me to remember him by?
Joe, get off.
Well, I got these collar buttons from his dresser. Mother of pearl.
No, I got his bed curtains. Very fine damask. [laughs]
Very cheap damask. But worth a few coins.
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 he ever had.
[All laugh]
[Scrooge] 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.
[Scrooge] 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?
[Mrs. Cratchit sniffing]
Mother, you’re crying again.
[Mrs. Cratchit] It’s just the lamplight, that hurts my eyes.
[Scrooge] Not Tiny Tim?
[Mrs. Cratchit] 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.
[Peter] I think he’s walked a little slower these past two evenings.
[Bob Cratchit] Hello, my dears.
Daddy.
[Bob Cratchit] Hello, girls. Hello, Peter.
[Mrs. Cratchit] Children, please go set the table. Thank you. How was the churchyard?
[Bob Cratchit] It will 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, it’s a spot on the hill. You can see the ducks on the river. Tiny Tim…
[Mrs. Cratchit] Tiny Tim always loved watching the ducks on the river.
[Scrooge] Spirit, must there be a Christmas that brings this awful scene? How can we endure it?
[Bob Cratchit] 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.
[Quiet sniffing]
[Scrooge] Must we return to this place? There is 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. Spirit, please speak to me.
[Clock ticks]
[Scrooge] I’m home.
[Dickens] Yes, the bedposts were his own. The bed was his own. The room was his own.
[Rizzo] Hi, guys, we’re back.
[Dickens] 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.
[Scrooge] I will live my life in the past, the present, and the future. Oh, Jacob and Robert Marley. 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. It’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.
[Rizzo] Do you think it’s safe for us to be up here?
[Dickens] Scrooge is saved, what can happen now?
[Rizzo] Yeah.
[Scrooge] You there, boy.
What, me? Uh, that is, “What, me, sir?”
[Scrooge] What’s today?
Pardon?
[Scrooge] What’s today, my fine fellow?
Today? Today is Christmas Day.
[Scrooge] 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.
[Scrooge] Know the poultry shop nearby?
Yes, sir, I do.
[Scrooge] An intelligent lad. A remarkable lad. Do you know whether the prize turkey has been sold in the window?
The one twice as big as me? It’s still there.
[Scrooge] It’s a pleasure talking with you, lad. Go and buy it.
Be serious.
[Scrooge] I am serious. Buy it for me and I’ll give you a shilling. No, I’ll give you five shillings.
Wow!
[Dickens] And so the boy was off like a shot. So even…
Um… Sorry.
[Scrooge] I’ll bring it to Bob Cratchit’s house. What a surprise it’ll be. It’s twice the size of Tiny Tim.
[Dickens] 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.
[Scrooge] Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
[Scrooge] Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
[Scrooge] Merry Christmas.
[Scrooge] Merry Christmas.
[Rizzo] Gee, thanks.
[Dickens] Everyone was out and about this fine morning. And soon he encountered two familiar faces.
[Yelps]
[Gasps] Mr. Scrooge.
[Scrooge] Pardon me, gentlemen, but about the charity donation you asked me for yesterday? Put me down for…
That much?
[Scrooge] Not a penny less. A great many back payments are included in it, I assure you.
My goodness, I don’t know what to say. I just wish there was something we could give you.
[Scrooge] A gift? A gift for me? Thank you. Thank you. 50 times! And a Merry Christmas.
Here’s your turkey, Mr. Scrooge.
[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
A promise to share the wealth
I will sail a friendly course
Follow a friendly chart
On a sea of love and a thankful heart
Life is like a journey
Who knows 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
With a thankful heart that is wide awake
I do make this promise, every breath I take
Will be used now to sing your praise
Used now to sing your praise
And to beg you to share my days
Beg you to share my days
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
[Scrooge] Bob Cratchit? So, here you are.
[Bob Cratchit] M-M-M-Mr. Scrooge.
[Scrooge] You, sir, were not at work this morning as we had discussed.
[Bob Cratchit] But, Mr. Scrooge, sir, we did discuss it. It’s Christmas Day. You gave me the day off.
[Scrooge] I? I, Ebenezer Scrooge? Would I do a thing like that?
[Bob Cratchit] No. I mean, yes, but you did.
[Scrooge] Bob Cratchit, I’ve had my fill of this.
And I have had my fill of you, Mr. Scrooge.
[Scrooge] And therefore, Bob Cratchit…
And therefore, you can leave this house at once.
[Scrooge] And therefore, I’m about to raise your salary.
And I am about to raise you right off the pavement… Pardon?
Pardon?
[Scrooge] Yes, Bob. Raise your salary. And pay your mortgage on this house.
[Bob Cratchit] Please, sir, come inside. Yes, yes.
[Scrooge] Bob Cratchit, would you and your family care to join us for a little turkey dinner on this fine Christmas Day? Merry Christmas.
[Dickens] And Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more.
[Rizzo] And, er, Tiny Tim?
[Dickens] And Tiny Tim, who did not die…
[Rizzo] Isn’t that swell?
[Dickens] 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. 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…
[Tiny Tim] God bless us.
[Scrooge] God bless us. Every one.
The love we found
The love we found
We carry with us
So we’re never quite alone
The love we found
The love we found
The sweetest dream
That we have ever known
[Dickens] Hey, say goodbye!
The love we found Goodbye, goodbye.
So we’re never quite alone
[Rizzo] Nice story, Mr. Dickens.
[Dickens] Thanks. 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
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
[Ghost of Christmas Present]
Oh, Yes! Make it last all year.
It’s in the giving of 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
And remember, 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
It feels like Christmas
