How the Grinch Stole Christmas Page #2

Betty!

Hi!

Martha!

My, I've never seen so many beautiful Christmas lights, Betty Lou!

I'd blow every fuse if I tried to keep up with you, Martha May!

Isn't this antique darling?

It's handcrafted and almost 100 years old.

Jeez. I'm really impressed!

This, however, is new.

Betty! Sweetie!

Good night, Betty.

I got it!

Honey, I've got it.

Hello?

Is my sub-zero chillibrator running?

I suppose.

You better go catch it!

That's a good one! That is rich.

Let's go home.

Fleas before beauty. Thank you.

Come on, hurry up, Slowpoke.

There's got to be a better way!

A car would have paid for itself by now!

Goody. Another load coming down.

What's that stench?

It's fantastic!

Max! Grab a bag.

We'll come back for the rest.

Of course, when I say "we, " I mean "you."

It's amazing what these Whos just throw away.

Oh, well.

One man's toxic sludge is another man's potpourri.

I don't know. It's some kind of soap.

"Where are you, Christmas? "Why can't I find you? "Why have you gone away? "My world is changing "I'm rearranging "Does that mean Christmas "changes too? "Where are you, Christmas? "Do you remember "The girl you used to know? "You and I were so carefree "Now nothing's easy "Did Christmas change "Or just "me?"

Sweet!

"Be it ever so "Heinous "There's no place like home"

First floor, factory rejects.

Those Whos are hard to frazzle, Max!

But we did our worst. And that's all that matters.

At least I scared the bejeebles out of that little girl at the post office.

She'll be scarred for life, if we're lucky.

Funny she didn't rat on us, though.

Must be afraid of reprisals.

Yes!

Down a size and a half!

And this time, I'll keep it off.

Get the stick, Max. Get the stick!

There's no stick!

I'm smarter.

Any calls?

You have no messages.

Odd. Better check the outgoing.

If you utter so much as one syllable I'll hunt you down and gut you like a fish!

If you'd like to fax me, press the star key.

Oh, well.

That's more like it.

Excellent year.

I'll tell you, Max I don't know why I ever leave this place.

I've got all the company I need right here.

Hello!

Hello!

How are you?

How are you?

I asked you first!

I asked you first!

That's really mature, saying exactly what I say!

Mature...exactly...what I say....

I'm an idiot!

You're an idiot!

All right, fine.

I'm not talking to you anymore. In fact, I'm going to whisper.

So that by the time my voice reverberates off the walls and gets back to me I won't be able to hear it!

You're an idiot!

Am I just eating because I'm bored?

Who could that be?

Hello, little girl. Are you here to read to us?

No.

I hear you know some things about the Grinch.

Cindy Lou had some questions in her curious heart.

Why did the Grinch hate Christmas? Where did it all start?

With her dad's blabbacorder she wouldn't give an inch.

In your own words, please tell me everything you know about the Grinch.

Where did he come from?

He came the way all Who babies come.

On calm nights baby Who girls and tiny Who fellas drift from the sky in their own pumbersellas.

Hey, honey, our baby is here!

He looks just like your boss.

So that's how it works.

It was Christmas Eve, and a strange wind blew that night.

We were having our annual holiday get-together.

It was morning before anybody realized that he was out there!

The poor dear!

But, you know what?

We knew right away that he was special.

Do you want a Christmas cookie?

Yes, which Christmas cookie would you like?

Santa.

His first words!

Yes, that is a Santa plate.

Do you want to hold this Santa plate?

Santa, bye-bye!

He was a wonderful whatever he was.

And we raised him like any other Who child: With a deep love of Christmas.

Don't forget, tomorrow is our big Christmas gift exchange.

Everyone bring a special gift for a special someone.

The Grinch....

He had no sense of color coordination.

Although I hardly remember him. I didn't have time to socialize.

I was far too busy with my studies.

Now, class, is everyone almost finished?

And if the truth be told, he....

He liked Martha.

Martha was my girlfriend.

I don't like discussing this Grinch so very close to Christmas, but maybe if you hear the truth, you'll understand why...

Put your back into it!

I tried to take him under my wing.

You don't have a chance with her. You're 8 years old and you have a beard!

He had hair. Not pleasant.

He shed.

Not right.

You know, Christmas is my favorite time of year.

I just love the colors.

The red and the green.

Did I have a crush on the Grinch?

Of course not.

I didn't ask you that.

Right.

For some reason, when he came home that day he really got into the Christmas spirit for the first time.

Perfect!

Whoopsie!

What a lovely family heirloom!

The fires of love!

This will be perfect on the top of her tree.

Oh, Martha! Oh, Christmas!

I want you all to look your best tomorrow.

You don't have a chance with her.

You're 8 years old and you have a beard!

Has everyone given their gifts?

I haven't.

What?

Merry Christmas, Martha May.

Why do you have a bag on your head?

Probably because he's embarrassed by that hideodorous gift.

Mr. Grinch please take the bag off.

Yes, you.

Take it off.

Put the book down.

And your foot.

Look at that hack job!

Stupid present!

Stupid tree!

I hate Christmas!

The anger.

The fury!

The muscles!

It was a horrible day when they were so cruel to him.

And I could hardly bear it.

I hate Christmas! I hate it!

And that was the last time we ever saw him.

The very last time.

Narrator:
So whatever the reason, His heart or his shoes, He stood outside his cave, Hating the Whos.

Alphabetically.

Aardvarkian Abakenezer Who.

l... HATE YOU!!!!

Aaron B. Benson Who, I hate you.

Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate.

Double hate.

Loathe entirely!

Grinch:
Nutcrackers! It's their Whobilation!

Narrator:
...he snarled with a sneer. Grinch: Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!

Grinch:
Max! Fetch me my sedative.

Now to take care of those pesky memories.

"Whobilation, plentiful with candy canes and pies "I can't wait to get there to eat some google fries "Whobilation, Whobilation"

Dad?

Yeah.

I've been thinking about the Whobilation and I may do something drastic.

That's fine, dear. Ask your mother.

Where did she go?

Honey!

Honey! Hi!

Look, I just found the cutest light for my Christmas display.

Hurry up, we're gonna be late. Come on.

And now, the nominations for that Who among us who best typifies the qualities of Whodom and Whodery the Whoville holiday cheer-meister!

Do I hear a nomination?

I nominate the Grinch!

Huh?!

The Grinch?

The Grinch?

My, my, my.

What an altruistic daughter you have there, Lou!

Thank you.

Cindy?

Let me quote a verse from The Book of Who.

Thank you.

"The term 'Grinchy' shall apply when Christmas spirit is in short supply."

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