HELLLLLLLLOOOOOOOO EVERYBODY! My first holiday special cause it's the time of giving, it's the holidays! So here's a HTTYD crossover with A Christmas Carol. Time is set in Modern time, yes shocking but cool. Here's the cast:
-Scrooge: Alvin The Treacherous (okay so u guys might have wanted Stoick but I decided to spice up the story)
- Jacob Marley: Savage
-Bob Cratchit: Stoick
-Mrs. Cratchit: Valka
-Tiny Tim: Hiccup
-Scrooge's Neighbor: Gobber
-Two Money Collectors for the Poor: Bucket and Mulch
Extra Characters:
-Teens: carol singers gathering money to help Hiccup
-Toothless: black german sheperd, hiccup's champion
-Stormfly, Hookfang, Meatlug, Barf, Belch: dogs of the teens (if u read one my previous stories The Game Plan from my profile, u'll see what type of dogs they are)
Teens parents: good friends of Stoick and Valka
Now that I got the cast settled, Chapter 1 enjoy ;)
Snow. Yes it was very common in the small town of Berk, by small I mean not even noticable to the rest of the world, even if it had some new technology; there are those who are terribly poor.
Although Berk was unnoticable, forgotten, cold, and had some poor ones, it can really shine bright in the holidays. Yes, it was Christmas eve in Berk, and everyone was on the snoy streets doing last minute shopping.
They have a well run technology busniess but it was ran by Alvin, the president of the company who barely gives his employees enough well deserved pay.
He was a cold man, as he he walked on the snow of the celebrating village, wearing that same miserable frown he wore everyday.
The man walked passed several men who wore tattered up coats as they held their hands out to every passing person including himself. "Please give money to the poor good sir, a penny would be fine."
However all Alvin did was raise his hand up high as if threatening to pound the poor man as he growled. "Leave me be you good for nothing begger, I have better things to do with my money than give it to someone like you!" He walked by the saddened begger, grumbling to himself while more snowflakes hit the ground until he heard singing voicex from the the corner of the street.
Joy to the World , the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.
Joy to the World, the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.
Alvin could see two dogs holding out hats for people to donate some money while the other three dogs sang along with their carolers. Most of the traveling shoppers just passed by the teens, though one or three strangers dropped a few quaters, nickels, and dollar bills.
Alvin shook his head in disappointment. "Foolish kids these days, why don't they just stay home and play games on TV like every other kid." "Eh, must be desperate for money for themselves to do this, not my way but nice try."
"Excuse sir, but this money isn't for us," the blonde singer interrupted, while her friends continued to sing. "This is charity money, it's to help our friend-"
"I don't care," Alvin interrupted. "This is nonsense what you kids are doing." "Charity, bah! Your friend can just get the money himself."
"Please sir, it's Christmas," the blonde pleaded. "A time of giving, at least a nickel would be enough."
The cold man huffed, and pretended to dig in his pockets for money, bringing the teen's hopes up until he threw a rock in the hat, dropping the well earned money. This caused the singers to stop what they were doing and gasped while their dogs began to growl.
Before they could react, or even stop him, Alvin grabbed most of the fallen money and walked off with an amused grin while he heard the shocked gasps from the teens.
"HEY YOU GIVE BACK WHAT YOU STOLEN!"
"Astrid it's no use, he's Alvin the richest man in Berk. He can do want he wants around here."
"But Fishlegs he stole our money! We need that cash for-"
"We just need to sing longer that's all, we'll get back what we lost."
"Fine."
No more let sins and sorrows grow
Nor thorns infest the ground
He comes to make
His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found
Far as the curse is found
Far as, far as the curse is found
He rules the world with truth and grace
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness
And wonders of His love
And wonders of His love
And wonders and wonders of His love
"Foolish children." Alvin grumbled to himself as he walked closer to his company. "Bahumbug!"
He went to the entrance of his company, technically he had an old partner working with him in this company. Savage . Yes a strange man but to Alvin, he was one of the best. "Cheated on his costumers and helped us earn a living, seven years since he's been dead..But at least I gave that theiving man a good funeral. At the bottom of the sea."
With that, Alvin chuckled as he entered to go updtairs to his office where he heard the quick typing of the computer and the sound of his filing cabinet from his employees, doing all the work for the company to stay afloat.
One of them was typing on the computers, while the other was filing papers while recording the information. His good friend Stoick Haddock was the only filing and writing the information while his friend's brother, Spitelout Jorgenson was collecting more sales from the computer.
They began to work before the sun rises, and leave late at night, like around ten or nine at night. Surely they must have a good salary; unfortunately all they've been paid with was fifty cents for every five hours a day, not merely enough to out food on the table alone.
For so little, the Haddock and Jorgenson continued to work longer for the money they need, so they didn't complain. Afterall, Alvin used to be their great childhood friend, keyword 'used to.'
To Alvin however, fifty cents for every five hours seems more than enough for his employees. On his big office table filled with bags of money he had for selling his new technology, and just one or two papers that needed his signatures, but other than that, all he did was sit on his chair and count his money.
After a half hour Alvin heard the door of the comoany entrance open, and on exclaimed a loud cheerful voice.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS NEIGHBOR!"
It was the voice of Alvin's next door neighbor, Gobber, who was as cheerful as ever, since he runs a mechanic shop down the street.
"Christmas? Ba Humbug!" Alvin shouted back in an annoyed voice, causing shock to Gobber.
"Now Alvin, surely you don't mean that, Christmas is one of the most joyous times of the year!"
Alvin huffed in annoyance but Spitelout and Stoick looked up from their jobs, waved and greeted Gobber with a smile.
"Merry Christmas Gobber."
"Merry Christmas old friend."
Gobber chuckled as he waved back at the two kind men as he leaned over to Stoick, who asked in a whisper. "So how' is he doing with you at the shop?"
"Don't worry Stoick, I was watching him like a hawk while he helped out at the shop, I already dropped the lad off at the church and there you'll pick him up." Gobber whispered back, earning a grateful smile from Stoick.
"Gobber!" Alvin yelled seeing the two men having a conversation. "You're distrubting my employees!"
"Oh no sir, he didn't distrubt me at all," Stoick began but then shut his mouth when Alvin threatened in a warning tone. "You shut up Stoick, or I'll cut back on some of your payment!"
Stoick the looked down at his work, while Gobber began to defend the two workers. "Alvin, the four of us have been friends since childhood, why must you be so harsh to them. After all they have done for you in the past." "It is Christmas afterall."
"Christmas, ha!" Alvin answered back. "It's just another day of the year, nothing but a poor excuse to get off track to get what's important, money."
"But you're even richer than the mayor Alvin, all those riches and you're still not happy," Gobber pointed out. "Why don't you come over at my place tomorrow, I'll be hosting a grand christmas dinner for all the neighbors. It would be nice if you came."
"NO!" Alvin shouted, banging his hand on his desk, causing Stoick and Spitelout to slightly jump. "I'm not going out to some fool's dinner, that'll only make me lose more time that I could be using to make more money." "Good afternoon."
"Alvin, I am surprised to see what has become of our friend," Gobber commented in disappointance as he went out the door but then cheered, "MERRY CHIRSTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!"
"I SAID GOOD AFTERNOON!" Alvin exclaimed, then sat down on hischair to continue to count his cash, still a bit irritated because of Gobber.
After about two hours, he heard the door open while he was putting his bags of cash away only to see Bucket and Mulch enter.
"Excuse we wish to meet with Alvin or Savage, are they here now?" Mulch asked, only to get answered rudely by Alvin. "Savage has been dead for seven years, seven years ago on this very day!" "What can I do for you?"
"You see sir, we've been going from home to home asking people to donate money, for the needy." Mulch explained, which confused Alvin until Bucket explained while he held out the donation box. "We're collecting for the poor."
"The poor?" Alvin growled. "Collecting for the poor, don't you men have anything else to do besides care about some low lifes?"
"Now see hear Alvin, this is a time of giving and we have many people who are in need lf assistance, especially most of your fired employees," Mulch began until Alvin argued. "I paid those people a good amount, they didn't appreciate it so they go out the door. Don't they have those homes for the poor?"
"No, you bought the only one here to build your company," Bucket reminded.
"Then send them to the prisons, they are better off there," Alvin waved off, but Mulch began to argue. "The prisons?! Are you mad Alvin, these people don't have enough money to put food on a table! Some would rather die than to go live miserably in the prison!"
"Then they better die quickly then." Alvin coldly replied. "To reduce the popluation of low town here."
"Alvin, that is so mean," Bucket whimpered, but soon Alvin began to push both men out while he repeated almost everything he told Gobber.
"Now I don't care about any poor people, charity, and especially Christmas! Get out and stay out! GOOD AFTERNOON! And ba humbug!" Both Bucket and Mulch were pushed out to the snow infront of the carol singers who heard everything.
"How dare he, he doesn't know who are the ones close to dying but are fighting!" Astrid was about to go inside but she was held back by Snotlout and Tuffnut.
"Astrid, you don't want to get Stoick and my dad fired do you?" Snotlout hissed, followed by Ruffnut who happily announced, "But look on the bight side, we managed to earn the amount of money we lost."
"How much did we make?" Tuffnut asked with eagerness, while Belch was wagging his tail with excitement.
"Five dollars."
Most of the teens growned until Astrid lightened the mood a bit. "We at least made an improvement, Stoick would be so pleased, we'll be able to get enough soon at this rate."
"C-can we talk this over at my place...I-I-It's freezing out here," Fishlegs shivered, soon the teens and their dogs went off on the snow while they continued to sing their carols along the way.
Hark! how the bells Ding, dong, ding, dong Oh how they pound, On, on they send
Sweet silver bells
All seem to say,
"Throw cares away."
Christmas is here
Bringing good cheer
To young and old
Meek and the bold
That is their song
With joyful ring
All caroling
One seems to hear
Words of good cheer
From ev'rywhere
Filling the air
Raising the sound,
O'er hill and dale,
Telling their tale,
Gaily they ring
While people sing
Songs of good cheer
Christmas is here
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
On without end
Their joyful tone
To ev'ry home
End of chapter guys, see u next time ;) please comment and favorite ;)