HELLO, THIS IS CHICAGONEBANANAS WITH HER FIRST SPECIAL! YAYNESS! ANYWAYS I KNOW THAT IT IS ONLY MID TO LATE OCTOBER, BUT LOOK AT IT THIS WAY. PROBABLY BY THE TIME I GET THIS STORY FINISHED THEN IT WILL EATHIER JUST BEFORE CHRISTMAS OR SHORTLY AFTER. SO ANYWAYS SIT BACK, RELAX, AND ENJOY A TEEN TITANS CHRISTMAS CAROL FROM CHICAGONEBANANAS!

SUMMERY: I TOOK A CHRISTMAS CAROL, AND SCROOGE REBORN, AND COMBINED IT WITH TEEN TITANS.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN TITANS, A CHRISTMAS CAROL, OR THE PLAY SCROOGE REBORN. : (

NOW ONTO THE STORY!

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CASTING

SCROOGE- CYBORG

BOB CRATCHET- ROBIN

MRS. CRATCHET- STARFIRE

TINY TIM- O.C.

JACOB MARLY- BEAST BOY

GOHST OF CHRISTMAS PAST- STARFIRE

GOHST OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT- RAVEN'S EMOTION HAPPY

GOHST OF CHRISTMAS YET TO COME- RAVEN

SCROOGE'S NEPHEW- BEAST BOY

CHRISTMAS CAROLING BOY: O.C.

(due to lack of characters I had to double up on some)

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It was Christmas time again, and everyone was in the Christmas sprite and mood. Well almost everyone. The one person who did not think highly of Christmas was good old Mr. Hum bug himself. People would run away whenever he came walking down the street with his cane. He scared little children, he scared the homeless, and sometimes on a good day, he'd even scare a teen or two. Some called him a scrooge, others called him a mean old crow, but his real, true name was Cyborg. He paid his employee's very little. They barely had enough to survive on.

Bob Cratchet, was riding in this boat. He had a wife and kids. One of his kids needed special medical attention, which he could not afford because of his tiny, small, almost obscure salary that he was paid.

Cyborg walked up to the door of his business. The sign out front still read:

Marly, and Scrooge Inc.

Now Jacob Marly had been dead for seven months, and he was never coming back, he was dead as a doornail. As he stepped into the office he was greeted by Bob Cratchet.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Scrooge!" Robin greeted warmly.

Cyborg not giving a care about Christmas responded coldly, "Christmas is nothing but a bunch of humbug!"

Then all of a sudden there came a knock on the solid oak door. The door creaked open and entered Scrooge's Nephew with a big green reef, with a huge bright, shiny, bow that shown like the morning sun.

"Merry Christmas Uncle!" His shouted with a jolly spirit and smile beaming on his face.

"I said it before and I'll say again, Christmas is nothing but a bunch of HUMBUG!" Came Cyborg's response to his nephew.

"You truly don't mean that Uncle!" Beast Boy asked with saddeness in his voice.

"Frankly Nephew I do mean that and anyone who walks around with the words Merry Christmas on his lips should be roasted with his own Christmas turkey!" he barked angrily.

"Well Uncle I for one love Christmas and I came by to see if you would like to join me and my wife for Christmas dinner." Beast Boy asked thoughtfully.

"I do not understand why you are so persistent about asking me to Christmas dinner. I always say no, and why in the heck did you get married?" Cyborg responded coldly.

"I thought you could use a little Christmas company, and I got married because I fell in love." He replied with happiness in his voice and a slight twirl with his hands in the air when he said love.

"I will not take part in your Christmas celebration this year or next year or the year after that! So stop coming by! GOOD DAY NEPHEW!" he shouted. And with that last remark Scrooge's nephew left the building leaving the reef there in hopes of some way his Uncle would come to terms by the reef and feel Christmas joy again.

There came another knock on the door. Scrooge opened it to only find two representatives from the Salvation Army. One was a short portly looking man, the other was tall and thin and carried a clipboard.

"Merry Christmas good sir. We are here from the Salvation Army to ask for a donation. How much can we put you down for?" the thin one asked.

"Nothing!" Cyborg yelled at them.

"You wish to remain unknown?" the short one asked.

"I mean Nada, Zip, Zilch, you will receive nothing of my money. Not a single penny and or cent! You catch my drift?" he asked them as anger blazed in his good eye.

"But Sir, it's for the homeless." The thin one mentioned hoping it would make him reconsider.

"Are there shelters, are there no hospitals, and are there no prisons?" Cyborg questioned angrily.

"Well… yes, but the people would rather die then go to any of those places." One of them said.

"Well the let the DIE! Let them DIE and decrease the surplus population!" Cyborg shouted in pure anger. With that said he slammed the door in their faces and was about to walk away when there came another knock he opened the door and found a little boy Christmas Caroling.

"deck the halls with bows of holly… fa la la la la, la la la la

Tis the season to be jol…" he sang joyfully before the door quickly slammed in his face as well as it had the many others before him, except this time it quickly reopened so Scrooge could chuck the reef at him. It hit and sent him flying back then the door was shut again!

"Sir, I was wondering if I could have tomorrow off?" Robin asked.

"You want tomorrow off?" Cyborg questioned.

"Y- y- yes Sir, tomorrow is Christmas Day." Robin replied. Nerves obviously on edge.

"Fine! You can have Christmas off. But be here twice as early the 26th and be sure to lock up when you go home." Cyborg shouted at him. Where had his Christmas Sprite gone. The door opened and then closed as Scrooge left the office for the night.

"Hi Dad." A small voice came when Robin stepped outside into the cold.

"Hey there Tim did you walk all the way here by yourself?" Robin asked him.

"Sure did dad." Tiny Tim said in a very innocent voice. Bob Cratchet couldn't help but to chuckle softly at his son's innocents. He picked his son up to carry him home, so he wouldn't have to walk, after locking up the business for the holidays.

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THIS CHICAGONEBANANAS AND HERE IS THE END OF A TEEN TITANS CHRISTMAS CAROL CHAPTER 1. I TRULY HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT. THIS FIC HAS BEEN IN THE WORKS SINCE SEPTEMBER AND I COULDN'T WAIT TO GET IT UP. SOME MIGHT BE WONDERING, I WILL BE FOLLOWING THE PLAY SCROOGE REBORN MORE THEN THE BOOK BY CHARLES DICKINS. SCROOGE REBORN IS THE SAME AS THE BOOK BUT ITS PLACED IN MODERN TIMES INSTEAD OF THE PAST. PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND IF I SHOULD CONTINU. AND IF YOU HAVE NEVER HEARD OF A CHRISTMAS CAROL THEN WHEAR IN THE HECK HAVE YOU BEEN LIVIN'? UNDER A ROCK? ANYWAYS LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD UPDATE. SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING ERRORS OR GRAMMER ERRORS. AND ALSO LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A CASTING LIST IN THE START OF EACH CHAPTER.

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