How the Grinch Stole Christmas Page #3

Now, I ask you:
Does that sound like our holiday cheer-meister?

True, Mr. May-Who. But The Book of Who says this too:

"No matter how different a Who may appear... "...he will always be welcomed with holiday cheer."

Yes, the book also says, the....

"The award "cannot go to the Grinch, because "sometimes things get the lead-pipe cinch."

You made that up! It doesn't say that.

No, it does.

What page?

Lost my place, but it's....

It's in here!

But the book does say:

"The cheer-meister is the one who deserves a back slap or a toast. "And it goes to the soul at Christmas who needs it most."

And I believe that soul is the Grinch.

And if you're the Whos I hope you are, you will too.

She's right!

Fine.

You people want to waste a perfectly good nomination why, it's up to you.

But I am telling you the Grinch will never come down.

And when he doesn't, the Mayor will wear the crown.

Well, more or less.

"Deck your heart with jollity "Style your smile all Christmasy "Flick some flocking on the tree "Let there be Whobilation "Bake the fruitcake, egg the nog "Feed the flaming Wholtide log "Baste the beast and gulp the grog "Let there be Whobilation "Tick, tock, tick, tock "Counting down the Christmas clock "Old, young, big, small"

Blast this Christmas music.

It's joyful and triumphant.

Must drown them out!

Not working!

The whipper-winds whipped high above the Who town.

A trip or a slip you'd slide all the way down.

But this girl had a mission. She knew what to do.

She'd invite the Grinch herself, that brave Cindy Lou.

Play, monkey! Play!

Howdy?

Mr. Grinch?

Mr. Grinch!

Hello?

Excuse me.

Hello little girl.

How dare you enter the Grinch's lair?

The impudence! The audacity!

The unmitigated gall!

You called down the thunder now, get ready for the boom!

Gaze into the face of fear!

Mr. Grinch my name is Cindy Lou Who.

You see?

Even now the terror is welling up inside you.

I'm not scared.

Denial is to be expected in the face of pure evil.

I don't think so.

Doubt?

Another unmistakable sign of the heebie-jeebies!

Now you're doomed!

Run for your life before I kill again!

I'm a psycho!

Danger! Danger!

Maybe you need a time-out.

Kids today.

So desensitized by movies and television.

What do you want?!

Mr. Grinch, I came to invite you to be holiday cheer-meister.

"Holiday Whobie-what-y"?

Cheer-meister.

"Cheer-meister. Celebrate with friends."

That's a good one.

Cindy Lou:
[follows him] I know you hate Christmas, but what if it's all just a misunderstanding?

Grinch:
Don't care.

Cindy Lou:
I mean, I myself am having some Yuletide doubts.

[The Grinch pretends to snore]

Cindy Lou:
But maybe if you reunite with the Whos and be a part of Christmas...

Grinch:
[mimics Cindy in a nasally voice] "Maybe if you reunite with the Whos and be a part of Christmas." [normal voice] Grow up!

Cindy Lou:
Then maybe it'll be alright for me, too!

Grinch:
I'm sorry, your session is over. Please make another appointment with the receptionist on the way out.

Please, please. You have to accept the award.

Award?

You never mentioned an award!

Yeah, with a trophy and everything.

And I won?

You won!

That means there were losers.

I guess.

So, if you come...

A town full of losers!

I like it.

Was anyone emotionally shattered?

Come on, a minute ago I couldn't shut you up! Details, details!

The Mayor wasn't happy.

Oh, no.

Martha May will be there.

She will?

And she'll see me.

A winner.

She'll be on me like fleegle flies on a flat-faced floogle horse.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, Martha, baby, but the G train has left the station.

So, will you come?

All right.

I don't know if it's that adorable twinkle in your eye or that nonconformist streak that reminds me of a younger, less hairy me.

But you've convinced me.

Who knows? This Whobilation could change my entire outlook on life!

Really?

No.

There you are, honey.

You can make snow angels later.

We can't be late for the Whobilation!

The nerve of those Whos.

Inviting me down there on such short notice.

Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it.

"4:
00, wallow in self-pity. "4:30, stare into the abyss. "5:00, solve world hunger tell no one. "5:30, jazzercise. "6:30, dinner with me."

I can't cancel that again.

"7:
00, wrestle with my self-loathing."

I'm booked.

If I bumped the loathing to 9:00, I'd have time to lay in bed stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness.

But what would I wear?

It's not a dress, it's a kilt!

Sicko!

Stupid.

Ugly.

Out of date.

This is ridiculous.

If I can't find something nice to wear, I'm not going!

That's it, I'm not going.

It's time for our Holiday Cheer-meister of the Year Award!

Congratulations, Mr. Grinch!

He isn't here.

What?

He didn't show?

Who could have predicted this?

All right. I'll swing by for a minute, allow them to envy me grab a handful of popcorn shrimp, and blow out of there.

But what if it's a cruel prank? What if it's a cash bar?

How dare they?

All right, I'll go.

But I'll be fashionably late.

No. Yes. No. Yes. No!

Yes!

Definitely not!

All right. I've made my decision!

I'm going, and that's that.

Had my fingers crossed.

Maybe I should flip a coin!

I guess the award goes to the runner-up.

That's right. A man for whom Christmas comes not once a year but every minute of every day.

A handsome, noble man.

A man who has had his tonsils removed twice!

That's an interesting story.

You see, what happened was...

Hello, Martha.

He made it!

Cindy.

Honey!

Look...

Hot crowd. Hot crowd.

I believe I'm here to accept an award of some kind.

And the child mentioned a check.

No, I didn't.

All right, then, give me the award.

Come on, while I'm young!

Don't you worry, Mr. Holiday Cheer-meister, you'll get your award.

But first, a little family reunion.

They nursed you. They clothed you.

Here they are your old biddies!

Are you two still living?

We missed you!

Rose. The sweater. The sweater, Rose.

Sweater? What are you talkin' about? No, I can't!

I can't do that!

Don't touch me there!

Put him in the Chair of Cheer!

Chair of Cheer?

What's the Chair of Cheer?

You didn't tell me about the Chair of Cheer.

Please, Mr. Grinch.

No. I can't do it, honestly.

I'm not ready. It's too much, too soon!

It's that time of year.

The Cheer-meister's ride in the Chair of Cheer!

Put me down! I mean it!

I've got a lawyer.

There'll be hell to pay!

First, you'll put your taste buds to the test as you judge the Who pudding cook-off!

Mine first.

I really don't know...

No, mine's the best!

You'll enjoy this!

This is not pudding.

What is it?

This is mine. Yummy, yummy, yummy.

Christmas conga!

Look at the time. I really should be getting back.

All right!

Fruitcake, tra-la-la!

No.

Fudge Judge.

Made it myself.

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