Mickey's Magical Christmas: Snowed in at the House of Mouse Page #3

Sir, we are|soliciting funds...

for the, uh,|indigent and destitute.

For the what?

We're collecting for the poor.

Oh. Aha.

Well, um, you realize if you|give money to the poor...

they won't be poor|anymore, will they?

Well, uh...

And if they're|not poor anymore...

then you won't have to raise|money for them anymore.

Well, I suppose...

And if you don't|have to raise money...

for them anymore,|then you would be out of a job.

Aw, please, gentlemen...

don't ask me|to put you out of a job...

not on Christmas Eve.

Oh, we wouldn't do that,|Mr. Scrooge.

Well, then I suggest you give|this to the poor and begone.

What's this world coming to,|Cratchit?

You work all your life|to get money...

and people want you|to give it away.

Mmm. Two minutes fast.

those two minutes.

You may go now.

Ha! Oh, thank you, sir!

You're so kind!

Never mind the mushy stuff.|Just go!

But be here all the earlier|the next day.

I will, sir.

And a bah humbug... hoo hoo.

I mean, a merry Christmas|to you, sir.

Bah!

Scrooooge!

Jacob Marley?

No, that can't be!

Ow!

Aah aah! Oh whoa!

Oh, garsh, ooh ooh.

Ohh. Ohh.

Bah!

Ah ha ha ha!

Uhh! Aah!

Ooh!

Ebenezer Scrooooge!

Go away!

Ebenezer Scroo...|Ow! Ooh! Ooh!

Uh ha.

Garsh, kind of slippery.

Aah! Ooh ooh!

Scrooge,|don't you recognize me?

Jacob Marley.

Marley!

It is you!

Ebenezer,|remember when I was alive...

I robbed the widows|and swindled the poor?

Yes, and all in the same day.

Oh, you had class, Jacob.

Uh ha ha. Yup.

Uh, no! No! I was wrong!

And so as punishment...

I'm forced to carry these|heavy chains through eternity!

Maybe even longer.

There's no hope.

I'm doomed!

Doomed!

And the same thing|will happen to you...

Ebenezer Scrooge.

No. No, it... it can't.|It mustn't!

Help me, Jacob!

Tonight, you'll be visited|by three spirits.

do what they say...

be heavier than mine.

Farewell, Ebenezer!

Whoop!

Uh ha ha. Oh.

Farewell!

Marley, watch out|for that first...

Whoa-oh-oh!

Aah hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Step.

Spirits.

Humbug!

Wha-what? What?

Ahem!

Uhh! What?

Well, it's about time.

Haven't got all night,|you know.

Who... who are you?

Why, ha ha, I'm|the Ghost of Christmas Past.

Oh. I thought you'd be taller.

Hmph! Listen, Scrooge...

if men were measured|by kindness...

you'd be no bigger|than a speck of dust!

Ha ha!

Ha! Kindness is of little use|in this world.

You didn't always think so.

Come on, Scrooge,|it's time to go.

Then go.

Spirit, wh-what are you doing?

We're gonna visit your past!

I'm not goin' out there.|Ha! I'll fall.

Just hold on.

Whoop! Ha ha.|Not too tight now.

Whoa-oh-oh whoa!

Spirit, look out!

Ooh! Whoa whoa whoa!

Yiy!

What's wrong, Scrooge?|Hee hee hee hee.

I thought you enjoyed|looking down on the world.

Spirit, I believe|I know this place.

Yes!

It's old Fezzywig's!

I couldn't have worked|for a kinder man.

it's old Fezzywig himself!

And all|of my very dearest friends!

in the corner...

that's me!

Yes, that was before|you became a miserable miser...

consumed by greed.

Well, nobody's perfect.

And there.

There's lovely Isabelle.

Ebenezer?

Ebenezer?

Yes, Isabelle?

My eyes are closed,|my lips are puckered...

and I'm standing|under the mistletoe.

You're also standing|on my foot.

Ohh.

I remember how much|I was in love with her.

In ten years time, you learn|to love something else.

Well, why,|it's my counting house.

9,972.

Nine thousand...

Ebenezer?

Yes? What is it?

For years, I've had this|honeymoon cottage, Ebenezer.

I've been waiting for you to|keep your promise to marry me.

have you made your decision?

I have!

payment on the cottage...

was an hour late.

I'm foreclosing the mortgage!

Ohh!

You loved your gold more than|that precious creature...

and ya lost her forever.

nine hundred and seventy...

Three.

Please, Spirit...

I can no longer bear|these memories. Take me home.

Remember, Scrooge...

you fashioned|these memories yourself...

yourself, yourself...

Why was I so foolish?

Why, why?

Oh, wha... what's this?

Fee fie foe fum...

I smell.

I mean, I smell?

A stingy little Englishman.

I think I do.

Yup, I do.

Uhh uhh uhh!|Please! Let me go!

Don't eat me!

Why would the Ghost|of Christmas Present...

that's me...

want to eat a distasteful|little miser like you?

Uh, especially when there|are so many good things...

to enjoy in life. See?

Ooh. Mince pies.

Turkeys!

Suckling pig!

the chocolate pot roast...

with pist-nachio...

duh, with smush-smachio...

duh, with smush-shingle-|mish-na-gla...

doh, with yogurt.

But where did|all this come from?

From the heart, Scrooge.

It's the food of generosity...

which you have long denied|your fellow man.

Generosity? Ha!

Nobody has ever|shown me generosity!

You've never|given them reason to.

And yet...

there are some who still find|enough warmth in their hearts...

even for the likes of you.

Ha!

I assure ya.

Duh, you'll see.

Duh, here we are.

Why did you bring me|to this old shack?

This is the home...

of your overworked, underpaid|employee, Bob Cratchit.

What's she cookin', a canary?

more food than that.

Look on the fire.

Duh, wha...

Oh. That's your laundry.

Wow!

Uh, not yet, children.

We must wait for Tiny Tim.

Coming, father.

I'm coming.

Ha ha.

Oh, my! Look at all|the wonderful things to eat.

We must thank Mr. Scrooge.

Tell me, Spirit...

what's wrong|with that kind lad?

Much, I'm afraid.

remain unchanged...

where Tiny Tim once sat.

Then that means...

Tim will...

Where... where did they go?

Spirit, where are ya?

Don't go!

You must tell me about Tim!

Don't go!

Where did...

Ohh.

Ooh.

Who are you?

Are you the Ghost|of Christmas Future?

Please, speak to me.

Tell me,|what will happen to Tiny Tim?

Oh, no!

Spirit, I didn't|want this to happen.

Tell me these events|can yet be changed.

I've never seen a funeral|like this one.

Aye, no mourners, no friends|to bid him farewell.

Aw, well, let's rest a minute|'afore we fill it in, eh?

He ain't goin' nowheres.

Spirit...

whose lonely grave... is this?

Why, yours, Ebenezer...

the richest man in the cemetery!

Please! Ohh! Ohh!

Yaah!

No, no, no! No! No!

Oh oh oh oh!|Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh!

Ah ha ha ha ha!

Please!

Uhh! Ohh!

Ha ha ha ha!

I'll change! I'll change!

Spirit!

Let me out!|Let me out!

I'll... huh?

What?

I'm back in my own room.

It's Christmas mornin'!

I haven't missed it!

The spirits have given me|another chance!

Ooh! I know just what I'll do!

They'll be so surprised!

Ooh! What a wonderful day!

Ha ha ha ha! Ooh!

Oh, there's so much to do!|Oh, so much to do!

Ooh hoo hoo ha ha ha!

I can't go out like this!

There, that's better.

- Yay!|- Yay!

to one and all!

Ah ha ha hee hee hee! Ooh!

Well, bless me.

Good morning, gentlemen.

I have something for ya.

Twenty gold sovereigns?

Oh, no!

Not enough?|Well, all right.

Fifty gold sovereigns.

Really, Mr. Scrooge, it's...

Still not enough?!|Ah hee hee hee!

Aye, you drive a hard bargain.|Here you are.

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