CAST:
Angus Black (OC) as the Grinch
Jack Frost as Cindy Lou Who
Hans Westergaard as Mayor Augustus May Who
Jessica Rabbit as Martha May Whovier
Ishmael Overland (OC) as Lou Lou Who
Yves Overland (OC) as Betty Lou Who
Duke of Wesleton as Whobris
Slash (OC) as Max the Dog
Escobar "Esler" and Ewing Overland (OC) as Drew and Stu Lou Who
Flora, Fauna and Merryweather as the Grinch's caretakers
Chief Seris (OC) as Chief Wholihan


It was snowing beautifully on a cold, wintry, December night. The breeze blows through a blizzard as it falls. One snowflake comes up and inside of it, there is a vast variety of clouds and crystalized formations.

NARRATOR: Inside a snowflake
like the one on your sleeve,
there happened a story
you must see to believe.

Going past the large clouds, there is a large, snowy, mountainous region. There was one mountain that was practically bigger than the rest and below that mountain laid a small town.

Way up in the mountains,
in the high range of Marsoons
lay the small town of Toonville,
the home of the Toons.

Dr. Seuss's How Angus Black Stole Christmas!

It was Christmas in the town of Toonville and each and every one of the townsfolk was absolutely thrilled of the holiday season. The people were as busy as they always are each year on the holidays. Shopping, decorating, setting up their tree and all that. Toonville was so-called because everyone was a quite lively and had an energetic sense of hope and joy, in which a citizen of Toonville was called a "Toon". In this small town, nothing can be denied that Christmas was the most amazing time of year for the good people. As of now, most of the townsfolk were carried a large stack of presents in their arms, leading marching bands, putting up Christmas lights and decorations and so forth.

Ask any Toon,
and they'll have this to say,
"There is no place like Toonville
around Christmas Day."

Every window was flocked,
every lamppost was dressed,
and the Toonville band marched
in their Christmasy best.

The marching band marched through the streets, performing their Christmas pride and musical tune. They had passed a few passing citizens, some wishing them a Merry Christmas. A tuba player, as he was playing his tuba, a smaller version of himself crawled out of the tuba playing a high-pitched tone. The tuba player got annoyed and ended up sucking the smaller one it.

Labor Day was fine
and Easter was pleasant,
and every St. Patrick's Day,
they ate every green pheasant.

But every Toon knew
from their toes to their snout,
they loved Christmas the most
without a single Toon doubt.

At a local shopping market, the place was completely crowded with customers doing their Christmas shopping. And by that, that means that store is the busiest of all. A man at the cash register was cashing people's products one by one.

"Schlesinger's welcomes you!" The cashier told a customer as she paid for her things, while other desperate customers were waiting for their turn.

"Merry Christmas!" He said and pressed the buttons on his cash register. "Thank you for shopping at Schlesinger's."

Somewhere in the store, in the middle of the crowing crowd of shoppers, Ishmael Overland, was looking over a long list of things to get.

"We got a trombone for your brother Esler and a saxophone for your brother Ewing," Ishmael said reading through the list. "A telescope for your uncle, a hat for your aunt and a CD for your cousin, Leo. So we just need-Jack?" He looked around for someone to notice he's missing. "Jack Overland? Oh." He saw a boy was a huge stack of large gifts in his arms. Ishmael carefully pushed his way through to reach him. "Jack Overland, son?" He removed the present from the middle to reveal a young 10-year old, brown-haired boy named Jack, Ishmael's youngest son.

"Dad?" Jack asked.

"Yeah?" His father said.

"Doesn't this seem like a bit much?" Jack asked.

"This is what Christmas is all about." Ishmael told him. "Don't you feel it?"

Jack used be excited about Christmas when he was younger, but nowadays, he honestly wasn't so sure anymore. Back at the cash register, the shoppers were becoming too much to handle, almost starting to form a riot.

"Merry Christmas!" The cashier said, almost starting to run out of breath from serving the large amount of customers. "Wait! Don't forget your change!"

Outside, near the town center, on a clocktower that showed how much time was left before Christmas, the clock changed to 3 Days, 27 Hours and 33 Minutes.

"Another minute closer to Christmas!" The man on the tower shouted to the townspeople. The clock bell tones, catching the people's attention.

"And, for the next five minutes, only 99% off!" A crooked salesman shouted to the folks and with that, the whole crowd rushed to him.

In the middle of the Toonville town center, a large Christmas tree stood in place, beautifully decorated to perfection. The only thing left was the tree topper. A man was lifted up to the very top with a large star in his hands and once he reached the top, he places the star right on the tip, lightning up and finishing the tree.

Yes. Every Toon down in Toonville
liked Christmas a lot.
But a man named Angus Black,
who lived just north of Toonville, did not.

On the large mountain above the town known as Mt. Everwiffer, from inside the darkness of a mountain cave, long, pale, talon-like fingers grabbed hold of the handles of a device which was used to see trespassers. Through an eye piece that shot out of the snow in the high mountain, a group of four teenagers; Jack's older brothers, Esler and Ewing, and their girlfriends, Lola and Maxie were rushing up the mountain.

"Get on it, girls!" Esler shouted as they hiked up the mountain. "All the good mistletoe's at the top!"

"Hey, Esler!" His brother, Ewing, shouted with glee. "I'll race you!"

"Not if I race you first!" Esler shouted back. "Last one on the top is a stinky old Black!"

They all stopped when the girls did. "Guys, where are we? Maybe we should go back." Lola said logically.

"What?" The brothers chuckled.

"You're scared of Black!" Ewing said tauntingly.

"No!" Lola shook her head in denial, even though she actually was, but refused to show it. Chuckling at her mousiness, Esler hopped down to mock her by going over the story of said person.

"They say he lives up here in a big cave and he only comes down when he's hungry for the taste of...HUMAN FLESH!" Esler said teasingly and shouted the last part, scaring Lola.

"Oh, Esler!" Lola whacked him and the boys ran up the pile of rocks with the girls catching up.

"You're scared of Black! You're scared of Black!" The boy called out, mocking the girls.

From inside the cave, an alarm went off, signaling the approach of an intruder and the teen's voices were heard of a speaker, alerting whoever lived inside of the cave of the delinquent youths' unexpected and uninvited presence. Outside, the teens got further up and suddenly froze in their tracks and their lively faces of mischief turned into that of pure terror. The brothers stood quivering with fear, eyes widened, lips parted as the gazed upon the tell-tale door that lead to the forbidden home of he who despises the joyful holiday of Christmas, Angus Black. Esler and Ewing were beginning to have second thoughts about this and had the right mind to just turn around right now and leave without a glance back, but being the tough older brothers, they bravely, though reluctantly, decided to proceed with this impulsive act.

Lola urged the two anxiously, hiding her fear being a mask, "Well, go on! Touch it! Touch the door!" She gave Ewing a small flirty smile as if to bride him further. "Do it for me, Ewing."

He nodded to her while still shivering along with his brother from both the cold and from the frightful thought of disturbing the most feared man ever to exist in their time. Ever so slowly, the brothers tip-toed closer to the door. Baby steps and whimpers, the two got even closer as the girls watched them with baited breath, hiding behind the edge of the small cliff, preparing for anything. Finally, Esler and Ewing got close enough and Esler hesitantly reach out a shaking hand to grab the knob and was inches away from opening the door. However, before he could even get near the knob, the door immediately flung itself open and the teens were met with a menacingly animalistic growl and came face to face with red glowing eyes in the darkness along with the sharp teeth of a monster as it roared and start for them.

The brothers screamed at the top of their lungs, colors drained from their numb faces and jumped back as they ran for their lives, diving off the cliff as the girls watched in horror. Esler and Ewing ran so fast that they started to roll down the slippery, snowy hill with Lola and Maxie tumbling down close behind them as they shrieked. The monster, on the other hand, was merely a mechanical decoy designed by Angus Black and his dog, Slash, was controlling it and barking into a tube in the back, making his barks come out as deep-pitched snarls to make the decoy more believable.

"Well done, Slash!" Called out the voice of the man known simply as Angus Black from inside the cave.

This man was infamous for hating the cheerful, ever-so-loved holiday of Christmas, in stark contrast to the Toons of Toonville. Long ago when he was about a youth, he ran away from Toonville to fend for himself in the icy wilderness and eventually made his habitat inside the cave on the top of Mt. Everwiffer. He goes by names, such as "He Who Does Not Like Christmas" or "The Man in the Snow". The latter, because he had spend his entire life in the bitter cold inside a cave in only a tattered pair of black pants. Rumors insisted that he was immune to the cold and lived off a diet of disgusting foods and vegetables and even some indigestible items like glasses, etc. From within the darkness of his cavernous home, Angus damaged through his pile of smelly vegetables and rotten fruits while grumbling to himself about the Toons.

"Serves them right, those Yuletide-loving, sickly sweet, nog-sucking cheer mongers!"

He grabbed a measly onion and held it close to his mouth.

"I really don't like them. Mm-mm. No I don't." He said to himself as he took a bite out of the foul-smelling vegetable, revealing his rows of dangerously sharp, yellow molars. "SLASH!"

The dog in question whimpered once his master shouted his name.

"Get my cloak!" ordered Angus as he made his way out the open door. "I've been much to tolerant for these juvenile delinquents and their innocent, victimless pranks."

Angus viewed the town from above as he rubbed the onion on his underarms as a sort of deodorant before tossing it away.

"So they want to get to know me do they?" He asked to no one in particular. "They want to spend a little quality time with Mr. Black?"

Whipping his head around, he is shown with alabaster white skin, paler than a ghost, with some veins revealed on some parts of his body as well as some access frost and ice, barely visible. He was also somewhat skinny with his ribcage and other bones showing, but still remained strong. His jet black, messy hair dancing on the whistling wind.

"I guess I could you a little social interaction." He decided before a wicked, twisted cartoon of a smile form on his light blue frozen lips with devious thoughts on his mind.


Happy December! Here's the first chapter to my fanmake story, everyone. I hope you guys like it.