A Powerpuff Christmas Carol Parody of Mickey's christmas Carol. Random idea, but I want you all to enjoy this parody. -------------------- Oh, what a merry Christmas day Sharing the season of good cheer Snowflakes covered country lanes Gathered 'round a fireplace Joy to the children far and near
Hear the joyous music play
Bells are ringing, choirs singing
Oh, what a merry Christmas day
With the ones we hold so dear
Friendly faces, warm embraces
Oh what a merry Christmas day
Jack Frost painted window panes
Twinkling stars on Christmas Trees
Oh, what happy memories
Fam'lies filled with love and grace
From peaceful ember's glow
Blessed Yuletide spirits grow
Grow and grow
Grow and grow
What a won'dreous time of year
Isn't it just grand to say
Merry, merry Christmas
Merry, Merry Christmas
Oh, what a merry Christmas day!
It was a snowy Christmas Eve in the late 1800's in the town of Townsville. Everybody was filled with holiday joy...except one man. The man continued his stiff walk down the street, the wind blowing all around him. He was tall and skinny, his skin a light green, hair a greasy black. Ace wore a pair of dark pants, a long black trench coat and a hat pulled over his hair. He walked past a begger who was warming his hands over a burning trashcan.
"Um excuse me sir? I'm sorry to bother you, but would it be a bother if you'd give a penny for the poor?"
"Bah!" Ace spat in annoyance, continuing his walk past. Soon he arrived at a counting house where he looked up to see the hanging sign. The name 'Mojo Jojo' was scratched out with at the bottom.
"My old partner Mojo. Dead seven years today... What a great ole' chimp!" He snickered quietly as he reached up, knocking the rest of the snow off of the sign. "Robbed widows and even swindled the freakin' poor!" The snow slowly fell, revealing where the name Ace Copular was now written in. "Left me enough ta buy his tombstone.. and I buried the dope at sea!" He finished with an evil kind of chuckle.
He headed into the shop, glancing around. On a stool sat another boy with light green skin, black hair covered by a brown hat. He was bundled up in a pair of long brown pants, a tattered heavy green jacket, a scarf wrapped around his neck. He glanced up to see Ace, his black tongue flickering out nervously. In his hands was a small thing of coal.
"G-Goodsss, morning Mr. Copular."
"Ingleberry! What are doing with that piece of coal?!" His boss demanded, reaching out to grab it from him.
Snake yanked his hands back as the coal was knocked away, his shoulders slumping in on themselves. "Isss wass going to ussse it for the ink. It'sss all frozensss."
"Ya used a piece of coal last week! Now git workin'!" Snake scrambled away from the coal pile, ducking back into his chair as Ace strode past him toward his own desk.
"Ssspeaking of work, tomorrowss isss Christmasss. And Iss wass wondering, if Iss could have half-a-day off." Snake spoke up.
Ace narrowed his eyes, throwing his hat to the side as he sat down. "Christmas?... Well, I guess. But I'm dockin' yer pay!"
Snake's cheerful face fell as the words sank in, his hand tapping the writing quill slowly.
"How much do I pay ya anyways?"
"Two ssshillings and a hay-penny, sssir."
"Oh, yes. I gave you that raise three years ago." Ace blinked, kicking his feet up onto the desk beside a few more objects. "When ya started doin' my laundry. Which reminds me.." He reached underneath the desk, tossing a bag towards the worker. "Now shut it so I can work."
"Let's see now, 50 pounds...10 shillings from Roach Coach...plus his 80% interest." Ace said as he pushed two piles of shilling together. He lifted up a few of the coins, tossing them into the air before he caught them. "Money, beautiful money!"
The bell to the shop rang, alerting them that another person had entered. It was a sixteen year old boy with dark brown hair and light black eyes. He wore black pants, black boots and a dark green sweater with white words that spelled out 'Mitch rocks!' In his hands was a wreath. This was Mitch, Ace's nephew and like his uncle he was a greedy man who loved cash but wanted a life more. "Merry Christmas!"
"Andss a Merry Chrissstmas to youss!" Snake grinned in return to the boy.
"Bah Humbug." Ace grunted, lifting his quill as he went back to writing in a bankbook.
"Merry Christmas, Uncle Ace!"
He slammed the book shut, swinging his feet down as he pushed up from the chair. "What's so merry bout it?!" he asked, making his way closer over to them. "I'll tell ya what it is! Another work day!!" He spat, watching as Mitch and Snake both attempted to back away. "And any fool who thinks otherwise, should be boiled in eggplants and rice!" Mitch almost whimpered, remembering how much his Uncle truly hated this holiday.
"Butss, sssir. Chrissstmass is a timess for givingss! A timess to bess with one'sss family!"
"I say Bah feakin' humbug!"
"I don't care! I say Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas, dude!"
Snake began to clap, before slowly stopping as he saw the glare of anger from behind Ace's sunglasses. "...Jussstss warming myss handsss.." With that he quickly went back to writing, his head down.
"And what exactly are you doing here, kid?
"I've come to give you this wreath..." Mitch spoke, handing over the wreath to the older male. "... and invite you to Christmas dinner!"
Ace grinned slowly. "Well! I suppose yer goin' ta have plump goose with chestnut dressin'?"
"Yep!"
"And will ya have peach pudding and lemon sauce?"
"Hell yeah!"
"And candied fruits with spice sugar cakes?"
"Sure! Princess went all out this year with having the cooks prepare it specially for the occasion! So do ya say, will ya come?"
"Are you out of your mind?!" He snapped, causing Mitch to slowly frown. He just realized that his uncle was messing with him. "You know I can't eat that crap!" The man said. He slammed the wreath around Mitch, making it look like a tutu. "Here's yer wreath back, now beat it!" With that he practically kicked his nephew down and out the door. Suddenly it opened to reveal Mitch who stuck the wreath on the doorknob, slamming the door shut once more "Merry Christmas!"
"Piss off!"
Snake snickered quietly, turning his head to look at the door. "Mitch isss full of cheerss now that he'sss met Princesss.."
"Yeah. He always was a little peculiar." Suddenly, the door opened again. "AND STUBBORN!!"
It wasn't Mitch this time. Instead it was two figures with light blue skin, both dressed in black. One was stocky with a grey top hat, while the other was shorter with a black cap. The taller one is Bossman while the short one is Junior.
"Customers!" Ace grinned slowly, making his way over to the two of them. "And what can I do fer you two gentleman?"
"We're gatherin' for the.. uh, indigent and destitute!" Junior began, shaking the little tin can that was held in his hands.
"What?"
"We're collecting fer the poor!" Bossman rolled his eyes, giving the shorter man a slap upside the head with his fist. Ace slowly grinned as an idea formed in his mind, his voice taking on a kind worried tone. "Ya mean yer givin' money ta the poor, but ya know then they won't be poor anymore.
"Well... yeahs." Bossman blinked slowly
"And if they ain't poor, then ya can't collect fer them anymore."
As Ace stepped closer to the two of them, Junior ducked behind the taller male as they were pushed further towards the door.
"And, if ya didn't have ta raise money fer them anymore, then YOU would be out of the job." Ace smiled as he pushed them out the door. "Oh, please, gentlemen. Don't ask me ta put yous out of a job- not on Christmas Eve."
"We's wouldn't need that!"
His voice turned back to normal. "Well, I suggest ya give this to the poor, and be gone!" With that he threw the wreath out the door as well, the object landing around Junior's neck as the the two stared at the door. Inside Ace threw his hands up as he made his way back towards his desk, shaking his head in disgust.
"What's this world coming ta, Snake? Ya work all yer life ta get money, and people want you ta give it away!"
Snake only shook his head. He knew his boss would never understand the real meaning.