Alright, I'm starting this kinda early, but it'll probably take me the whole month…heh, ^_^;;;; no, I did not copy this from anyone, But I love this movie!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these animes or A Muppet Christmas Carol.
A Muppet Christmas Carol:
Gundam Style!!
MLT: Hi guys!
Katie: Yeah. Long time no see.
Duo: Thank god for that. (MLT whaps him in the back of the head)
Heero: Why are we here?
MLT: Cause we're doing a play thingy!
Trowa: "play thingy"?
MLT: Shut up.
Katie: Where's Quatre?
Wufei: How should I know onna?
Quatre: (comes in crying)
Katie: Whats up with you?
Quatre: D-did you know that the War section in the encyclopedia is larger than the peace one??? [AN: yes, I checked.] (Hands MLT a encyclopedia. She flips through it)
MLT: Umm, Quatre? This is from 1988…[AN: heh, we need some new encyclopedias]
Quatre: (wipes eyes) When was that?
Katie: When there were still separate countries.
MLT: And the Soviet Union was still intact.
Wufei: China was communist, after W.W.II
Katie: You know about history huh?
Wufei: *Ancient* History that is.
MLT: WHAT???!! How long ago *was* it??
Wufei: (surprised) decades.
Katie: Damn that can't be too good.
MLT: *shrugs* Eh, whatcha gonna do?
Katie: How old should we be now?
MLT: Dunno, I don't pay attention in Math.
Duo: Um, I'm confused…
Katie: *He's* confused.
MLT: *rolls eyes* Come on lets get the casting done. Alrighty, Duo, you're the ghost of Christmas future and that one little kid.
Duo: One little kid?
MLT: The one that tells scrooge what day it is. Catherine, umm…lessee your part of that one chorus group and Bell. Quatre, You're Tiny Tim.
Katie: Umm, Maybe we should double cast this…Dorothy, you're the ghost of Christmas past, Trieze you're the ghost of Christmas present.
Trieze: Isn't that the fat one?
MLT: (not paying attention) Fat one sure, whatever…
Katie: Alright, who wants to be Scrooge?
Heero: Mission accepted
Katie: Um, sure…Trowa you be the nephew.
Trowa: (nods)
MLT: Wufei, your Mr. Applegate. Relena, uh… How about Rizzo?
Relena: Whos that?
Katie: Wait, wait!! We need the Marley brothers!!
MLT: Right, right. Relena your double casted. Chorus member and Clara.
Katie: Marley brothers??
MLT: Umm, how about Hilde and Noin?
Katie: Ok. All of the girls are chorus members.
MLT: Alrighty...Here are your parts. (Hands out scripts) Who wants an extra part? I've got the narrators open.
Katie: But we need new people for those parts. Hmmm, Mariemayea, how 'bout you?
Mariemayea: Ok.
MLT: Alrighty, lets get started. Wufei you'll have to be the other narrator. Katie, special effects please.
Katie: (Snaps fingers, the stage turns in to a village. Music begins to play, random soldiers and colonists dressed as townies are walking around and venders are shouting)
Wufei: Apples Christmas apples!
Mariemeyia: Just tell the story.
Wufei: Marleys are dead...dead as a doornail...Whats a door nail??
MLT: Exactly what it sounds like now read the script.
Wufei: Blah, blah, business partners of Scrooges... Here he comes.
Katie: *sweatdrop* We need to work on your acting skills...
MLT: What acting skills? Heero! Lets go!! It's your cue!!
Heero: (walks out dressed entirely in black and has on a grayish wig, but his real hair is hanging over his eyes, visible. He proceeds to walk around the stage)
Random Oz solider: When a cold wind comes and chills you chills you to the bone.
Female Colonist: But there's nothing in life that freezes your heart than years of being alone!
Dr. J: It paints you with indifference, like a lady paints with rouge
(Everyone covers his or her ears)
MLT: Maybe you should just say it next time...
ROS: And the worst of the worst,
MC: The most hated and cursed,
ROS: Is the one that we call Scrooge.
Random Colonist: Unkind as any
ROS: and the wrath of many
RC: This is Ebenezer Scrooge.
Random Group: Oh, there goes mister humbug, there goes mister grim. If they gave a prize for being mean, the winner would be him (point)
Farm Animals: Old Scrooge he loves his money cause he thinks it gives him power.
Vegetables: If he became a flavor, you can bet he would be sour!
Duo: Umm?? I don't think I'll ask...
Pigeons: There goes Mr. skinflint there goes Mr. Greed!
Cats: The undisputed master of the underhanded deed.
RC + ROS: He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses us poor folk live in misery
Mice: It's even worse for mouses!
Female Chorus: He must be so lonely, He must be so sad. He goes to extremes to convince us he's bad. He's really a victim of fear and of fright, look close and there must be a sweet man insiiiiidddeeee!!! (Sally holds basket up to Heero, he walks away) Nah, uh uh!
ROS: There goes Mr. outrage, there goes Mr. sneer.
Quinze: He has no time for friends or fun
Puppet: His anchor makes that clear.
Quinze: ANCHOR???
Katie: Error in the script…Shouldn't that be anger?
MLT: Sounded like anchor to me…
Horses: Don't ask him for a favor, 'cause his nastiness increases.
RC: No crust or bread for those in need,
Mice: No cheeses for us mices!
Wufei: Scrooge liked the cold, he was sharp as a flint and as solitary as an oyster.
MLT: You missed some lines...
Wufei: I DID NOT ONNA!!! I am the greatest actor in the universe!! BWAH HAW HAW HAW!!!!!
All: *blink*
MLT: umm...
Catherine: Before we continue, can I ask something??
Katie: What?
Catherine: Why are there singing animals?
MLT: Its in the script, besides, we couldn't find anymore colonists or soldiers.
ROS+RC: There goes Mr. Heartless, There goes Mr. Cruel he never gives he only takes, he lets his hunger rule. If bein' means a way of life, he'll practice and rehearse.
Katie: (looks at script) AHHH!!! TAKE COVER!!! ITS DR. J'S LINE!!!! (Everyone plugs ears and hits the deck)
Dr. J: Then all that work is paying off, cause Scrooge is getting worse!
RC: Everyday in every way, Scrooge is getting worse!!
Heero: (turns and everyone scatters) Omae o Korosu.
MLT: Thats not in the script!
Katie: Shut up!! (Sparkly eyes) He's cute when he says that…
MLT: *rolls eyes* Keep goin'
Heero: (shrugs and walks inside building)
Mariemeyea: How impolite.
Wufei: Tight fisted hand at the grindstone scrooge, a wrenching somethingoranother. (Bolts inside and sits in a chair)
Heero: Bob Crattchit, whos this?
Milliardo: Mr. Applegate, something about mortgage payments
Wufei: Please Mr. Scrooge, I know you're very angry, I didn't pay blah blah blah little Gwen's lungs ain't right doctors take his share. I'm a rock you cant squeeze blood from...(Heero tries to pick Wufei up by the collar of the costume, but ends up falling over.)
Heero: Bob Crattchit! Throw him out! (Milliardo throws Wufei out the door and into a giant snowdrift.) Let us deal with these notice thingys for tomorrow.
Milliadro: Tomorrow's Christmas.
Heero: Gift-wrap them (starts babbling about money.)
Milliardo: Um, right. Could we have an extra shovel of coal for the fire?
ROS: Yeah, the ink has turned to inksicles!
Heero: Unemployment!!
ROS: HEAT WAVE!!! (They are all in grass skirts.)
MLT: (covering eyes) I didn't want to see that
Katie: (also covering eyes) I don't think anyone wanted to. MAKEUP!! (A stampede of people run onto the stage. When the dust clears, everything's how it should be.)
Wufei: Who should arrive than Nephew Fred. His only living relative.
Mariemeya: Where?
Trowa (backstage, talking to MLT): Do I really have to do this?
MLT: (raises an eyebrow and crosses arms) Would you rather be Emily Crattchit?
Trowa: Which is the worser of the two evils?
MLT: Katie!!!
Katie: (pops up) Yes?
MLT: You turn for reasoning. (Disappears)
Katie: (turns to Trowa) Hmmm…(pushes him onstage)
Trowa: Aw, crap. (Walks up to door and knocks at it) A'llo!! Uncle! (Walks in)
Mariemeya: Huh? Oh right. (Jumps in to snow drift)
Wufei: (pulls her out by her ankle, holds her upside-down)
Mariemeya: Ahh!! The blood is rushing to my head! Quick it'll be warmer in there! (Points to door.)
Wufei: (drops her and runs inside, closing the door behind him.) Hey, you're right!!
Mariemeya: (pounding on door) Hey lemme in!
Katie: Wufei!
Wufei: Aww (opens door and lets her in.)
Trowa: (cheery) A merry Christmas, Uncle Scrooge! God save ya!
Heero: Merry Christmas? Omae o korosu.
Trowa: Christmas a…uh, humbug…surely you cant mean that.
Heero: Merry Christmas you say. What right of you to merry? You're poor enough.
Trowa: What right of you to be dismal? You're rich enough
Mariemeya: (sarcastically) Ooh! What a comeback! He's sure speechless!
Heero: If I could work my will, every idiot who goes about with Merry Christmas on his lips would be cooked with his own turkey and, whoa. (Looking at script) This character doesn't have much personality…
MLT: Look who's talking.
Heero: Omae o korosu! *Ahem* And buried with a stake of holly through his heart.
Mariemeya: (to herself) Hmm, that's not a bad idea…
Wufei: (muttering) stupid onna…
Trowa: (making a face.) Ewww….
Heero: Nephew, you keep Christmas in your own way and let me keep it in mine.
Trowa: Christmas is a loving, honest, and charitable time and although its never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I say it has done me good and will do me good and I say, good bless it!
ROS: Yeah!! Wohoo!
Heero: How does one celebrate Christmas when unemployed???!!!
(The "bookkeepers" go back to work)
Wufei: Now in these times, it was customary for well-meaning gentlemen to call upon business collecting donations for the poor and homeless.
MLT: Mr. Scrooge, I presume?
Katie: Good day!
Heero: Who are you?
Katie: (glomps on to Heero.) hi!
MLT: We're from the Order of Victoria Charity Foundation. We'd like to speak to you about a donation. (Shuts door behind her)
Katie: I'm Katie.
Trowa: Ah, welcome! This jolly old man is Mr. Scrooge; he's very generous to charities.
Heero: (trying to push Katie away) My dear Nephew!!
MLT: (walks up and tries to pull Katie away) At this festive season, we feel it's our duty to take care of the poor and homeless..
Heero: Are there no prisons or poorhouses? (Still trying to push Katie away)
MLT: Hoho! Plenty of those sir!
Trowa: *gasp* Santa! (Glomps MLT)
MLT: Ack!!! Lemme go!!!
Trowa: I want a bike, and a lion and a-a-a model of the gundams!!!
MLT: *wah!!* Somebody help me!!
Wufei: *snickers*
MLT: *death glare* You will pay, Wufei…YOU WILL PAY!!!! Catherine!!!
Catherine: (walks out) What?
MLT: Can you do something about your brother here?
Catherine: No more Trowa bashing?
MLT: No I -Whadda ya mean "more"?? I've never done Trowa bashing! He's too damn quiet for that!!!
Catherine: Oh, right… Trowa! We'll visit Santa later! But only if you say your lines and follow script!!!
Trowa: Yay! (Stops glomping MLT. She walks back to her position in front of Heero's desk)
MLT: *sighs in relief* Alright, Heero. Your line.
Heero: (pushes Katie away) Oh! For a moment I was worried!
MLT: Some of us are endeavoring to raise a fund for the poor and homeless. What might I put you down for?
Heero: Nothing.
Katie: You wish to remain anonymous?
Heero: I wish to be left alone. I do not make merry myself a Christmas.
Trowa: That certainly is true.
Heero: And I can't afford to make idle people merry.
Trowa: That is certainty not true.
Heero: Don't you have other thins to do my dear nephew?
Trowa: Sadly, I do. So I will make my donation (hands MLT some coins) and leave you to make yours. (Walks to door, but turns around) Oh! Uncle, come and have Christmas dinner with me and Clara.
Heero: Why ever did you get married?
Towa: Why? Because I fell in love!
Heero: (laughs) That's the only thing sillier than a merry Christmas!
Trowa: its no use uncle, I shall keep my Christmas humor to the last. A merry Christmas to you, and a happy New Year. (Hangs up wreath)
Milliardo: Merry Christmas, Fred.
Trowa: Merry Christmas, Bob. (Tips hat then walks out door.)
Heero: Omae o korosu!
MLT: (banging head on the desk) it's "humbug"!!
Heero: Hum-bug!
MLT: *ahem* (lifts head) Now then sir, about the donation?
Heero: Lets see, I know how to treat the poor. (Stands up and walks to the door) My taxes go to pay for the prisons and the poor houses; the homeless must go there!
Katie: But some would rather die
Heero: If they rather die then they had better do it! AND DECREASE THE SURPLUS POPULATION!!! (Opens door) This is the door, you may use it.
Katie: Oh dear oh dear. Come along I think we've wasted enough of MR. SCROOGE'S TIME!! (MLT and Katie leave.)
Heero: (slams door shut and tears up wreath. Then hears someone "singing". Opens the door and Duo is on the doorstep trying to sing)
Duo: strolling round about deep and christen even. Brightly shone the moon that night…though…*ahem*
Heero: What do you want??
Duo: Um, uh…Penny for the song governor?
Heero: (slams door then opens it again.)
Duo: (turns around and stops walking)
Heero: (pulls out gun, shoots him and shuts door.)
MLT: Katie, get an ambulance. (Duo goes off to the hospital)
Katie: Heero, give me the gun. (He hands it to her) *All* of them. (Hands her gun after gun)
1 hour later…
(Heero is still handing Katie the guns. There's a huge pile)
MLT: Uh, just forget it…
Heero: *shrugs*
Later…
Milliardo: Excuse me Mr. Scrooge, but it appears to be closing time.
Heero: Very well. I'll see you at 8-tomorrow morning
Milliardo: Tomorrow's Christmas.
Heero: 8:30 then.
Milliardo: Half an hour isn't customary for Christmas Day.
Heero: How much time is customary?
Milliardo: The whole day.
Heero: The entire day??
Milliardo: Uh huh. Is there a problem?
Heero: No, not really. Just be here earlier the next morning. (Leaves)
Milliardo: Hmm. Gentlemen, let's close up for Christmas! (Peers at script, then looks at MLT) You're going to make me sing?
MLT: *sighs* no, not today. My head is gonna explode if we do.
Wufei: (raises an eyebrow) that would prove interesting…
MLT: *death glare* Don't push your luck.
Katie: 'Kay! See ya tomorrow! (Leaves followed by the rest of the cast.)
MLT: Bye, folks. (Walks off to get some Advil)
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of these animes or A Muppet Christmas Carol.
A Muppet Christmas Carol:
Gundam Style!!
MLT: Hi guys!
Katie: Yeah. Long time no see.
Duo: Thank god for that. (MLT whaps him in the back of the head)
Heero: Why are we here?
MLT: Cause we're doing a play thingy!
Trowa: "play thingy"?
MLT: Shut up.
Katie: Where's Quatre?
Wufei: How should I know onna?
Quatre: (comes in crying)
Katie: Whats up with you?
Quatre: D-did you know that the War section in the encyclopedia is larger than the peace one??? [AN: yes, I checked.] (Hands MLT a encyclopedia. She flips through it)
MLT: Umm, Quatre? This is from 1988…[AN: heh, we need some new encyclopedias]
Quatre: (wipes eyes) When was that?
Katie: When there were still separate countries.
MLT: And the Soviet Union was still intact.
Wufei: China was communist, after W.W.II
Katie: You know about history huh?
Wufei: *Ancient* History that is.
MLT: WHAT???!! How long ago *was* it??
Wufei: (surprised) decades.
Katie: Damn that can't be too good.
MLT: *shrugs* Eh, whatcha gonna do?
Katie: How old should we be now?
MLT: Dunno, I don't pay attention in Math.
Duo: Um, I'm confused…
Katie: *He's* confused.
MLT: *rolls eyes* Come on lets get the casting done. Alrighty, Duo, you're the ghost of Christmas future and that one little kid.
Duo: One little kid?
MLT: The one that tells scrooge what day it is. Catherine, umm…lessee your part of that one chorus group and Bell. Quatre, You're Tiny Tim.
Katie: Umm, Maybe we should double cast this…Dorothy, you're the ghost of Christmas past, Trieze you're the ghost of Christmas present.
Trieze: Isn't that the fat one?
MLT: (not paying attention) Fat one sure, whatever…
Katie: Alright, who wants to be Scrooge?
Heero: Mission accepted
Katie: Um, sure…Trowa you be the nephew.
Trowa: (nods)
MLT: Wufei, your Mr. Applegate. Relena, uh… How about Rizzo?
Relena: Whos that?
Katie: Wait, wait!! We need the Marley brothers!!
MLT: Right, right. Relena your double casted. Chorus member and Clara.
Katie: Marley brothers??
MLT: Umm, how about Hilde and Noin?
Katie: Ok. All of the girls are chorus members.
MLT: Alrighty...Here are your parts. (Hands out scripts) Who wants an extra part? I've got the narrators open.
Katie: But we need new people for those parts. Hmmm, Mariemayea, how 'bout you?
Mariemayea: Ok.
MLT: Alrighty, lets get started. Wufei you'll have to be the other narrator. Katie, special effects please.
Katie: (Snaps fingers, the stage turns in to a village. Music begins to play, random soldiers and colonists dressed as townies are walking around and venders are shouting)
Wufei: Apples Christmas apples!
Mariemeyia: Just tell the story.
Wufei: Marleys are dead...dead as a doornail...Whats a door nail??
MLT: Exactly what it sounds like now read the script.
Wufei: Blah, blah, business partners of Scrooges... Here he comes.
Katie: *sweatdrop* We need to work on your acting skills...
MLT: What acting skills? Heero! Lets go!! It's your cue!!
Heero: (walks out dressed entirely in black and has on a grayish wig, but his real hair is hanging over his eyes, visible. He proceeds to walk around the stage)
Random Oz solider: When a cold wind comes and chills you chills you to the bone.
Female Colonist: But there's nothing in life that freezes your heart than years of being alone!
Dr. J: It paints you with indifference, like a lady paints with rouge
(Everyone covers his or her ears)
MLT: Maybe you should just say it next time...
ROS: And the worst of the worst,
MC: The most hated and cursed,
ROS: Is the one that we call Scrooge.
Random Colonist: Unkind as any
ROS: and the wrath of many
RC: This is Ebenezer Scrooge.
Random Group: Oh, there goes mister humbug, there goes mister grim. If they gave a prize for being mean, the winner would be him (point)
Farm Animals: Old Scrooge he loves his money cause he thinks it gives him power.
Vegetables: If he became a flavor, you can bet he would be sour!
Duo: Umm?? I don't think I'll ask...
Pigeons: There goes Mr. skinflint there goes Mr. Greed!
Cats: The undisputed master of the underhanded deed.
RC + ROS: He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses us poor folk live in misery
Mice: It's even worse for mouses!
Female Chorus: He must be so lonely, He must be so sad. He goes to extremes to convince us he's bad. He's really a victim of fear and of fright, look close and there must be a sweet man insiiiiidddeeee!!! (Sally holds basket up to Heero, he walks away) Nah, uh uh!
ROS: There goes Mr. outrage, there goes Mr. sneer.
Quinze: He has no time for friends or fun
Puppet: His anchor makes that clear.
Quinze: ANCHOR???
Katie: Error in the script…Shouldn't that be anger?
MLT: Sounded like anchor to me…
Horses: Don't ask him for a favor, 'cause his nastiness increases.
RC: No crust or bread for those in need,
Mice: No cheeses for us mices!
Wufei: Scrooge liked the cold, he was sharp as a flint and as solitary as an oyster.
MLT: You missed some lines...
Wufei: I DID NOT ONNA!!! I am the greatest actor in the universe!! BWAH HAW HAW HAW!!!!!
All: *blink*
MLT: umm...
Catherine: Before we continue, can I ask something??
Katie: What?
Catherine: Why are there singing animals?
MLT: Its in the script, besides, we couldn't find anymore colonists or soldiers.
ROS+RC: There goes Mr. Heartless, There goes Mr. Cruel he never gives he only takes, he lets his hunger rule. If bein' means a way of life, he'll practice and rehearse.
Katie: (looks at script) AHHH!!! TAKE COVER!!! ITS DR. J'S LINE!!!! (Everyone plugs ears and hits the deck)
Dr. J: Then all that work is paying off, cause Scrooge is getting worse!
RC: Everyday in every way, Scrooge is getting worse!!
Heero: (turns and everyone scatters) Omae o Korosu.
MLT: Thats not in the script!
Katie: Shut up!! (Sparkly eyes) He's cute when he says that…
MLT: *rolls eyes* Keep goin'
Heero: (shrugs and walks inside building)
Mariemeyea: How impolite.
Wufei: Tight fisted hand at the grindstone scrooge, a wrenching somethingoranother. (Bolts inside and sits in a chair)
Heero: Bob Crattchit, whos this?
Milliardo: Mr. Applegate, something about mortgage payments
Wufei: Please Mr. Scrooge, I know you're very angry, I didn't pay blah blah blah little Gwen's lungs ain't right doctors take his share. I'm a rock you cant squeeze blood from...(Heero tries to pick Wufei up by the collar of the costume, but ends up falling over.)
Heero: Bob Crattchit! Throw him out! (Milliardo throws Wufei out the door and into a giant snowdrift.) Let us deal with these notice thingys for tomorrow.
Milliadro: Tomorrow's Christmas.
Heero: Gift-wrap them (starts babbling about money.)
Milliardo: Um, right. Could we have an extra shovel of coal for the fire?
ROS: Yeah, the ink has turned to inksicles!
Heero: Unemployment!!
ROS: HEAT WAVE!!! (They are all in grass skirts.)
MLT: (covering eyes) I didn't want to see that
Katie: (also covering eyes) I don't think anyone wanted to. MAKEUP!! (A stampede of people run onto the stage. When the dust clears, everything's how it should be.)
Wufei: Who should arrive than Nephew Fred. His only living relative.
Mariemeya: Where?
Trowa (backstage, talking to MLT): Do I really have to do this?
MLT: (raises an eyebrow and crosses arms) Would you rather be Emily Crattchit?
Trowa: Which is the worser of the two evils?
MLT: Katie!!!
Katie: (pops up) Yes?
MLT: You turn for reasoning. (Disappears)
Katie: (turns to Trowa) Hmmm…(pushes him onstage)
Trowa: Aw, crap. (Walks up to door and knocks at it) A'llo!! Uncle! (Walks in)
Mariemeya: Huh? Oh right. (Jumps in to snow drift)
Wufei: (pulls her out by her ankle, holds her upside-down)
Mariemeya: Ahh!! The blood is rushing to my head! Quick it'll be warmer in there! (Points to door.)
Wufei: (drops her and runs inside, closing the door behind him.) Hey, you're right!!
Mariemeya: (pounding on door) Hey lemme in!
Katie: Wufei!
Wufei: Aww (opens door and lets her in.)
Trowa: (cheery) A merry Christmas, Uncle Scrooge! God save ya!
Heero: Merry Christmas? Omae o korosu.
Trowa: Christmas a…uh, humbug…surely you cant mean that.
Heero: Merry Christmas you say. What right of you to merry? You're poor enough.
Trowa: What right of you to be dismal? You're rich enough
Mariemeya: (sarcastically) Ooh! What a comeback! He's sure speechless!
Heero: If I could work my will, every idiot who goes about with Merry Christmas on his lips would be cooked with his own turkey and, whoa. (Looking at script) This character doesn't have much personality…
MLT: Look who's talking.
Heero: Omae o korosu! *Ahem* And buried with a stake of holly through his heart.
Mariemeya: (to herself) Hmm, that's not a bad idea…
Wufei: (muttering) stupid onna…
Trowa: (making a face.) Ewww….
Heero: Nephew, you keep Christmas in your own way and let me keep it in mine.
Trowa: Christmas is a loving, honest, and charitable time and although its never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I say it has done me good and will do me good and I say, good bless it!
ROS: Yeah!! Wohoo!
Heero: How does one celebrate Christmas when unemployed???!!!
(The "bookkeepers" go back to work)
Wufei: Now in these times, it was customary for well-meaning gentlemen to call upon business collecting donations for the poor and homeless.
MLT: Mr. Scrooge, I presume?
Katie: Good day!
Heero: Who are you?
Katie: (glomps on to Heero.) hi!
MLT: We're from the Order of Victoria Charity Foundation. We'd like to speak to you about a donation. (Shuts door behind her)
Katie: I'm Katie.
Trowa: Ah, welcome! This jolly old man is Mr. Scrooge; he's very generous to charities.
Heero: (trying to push Katie away) My dear Nephew!!
MLT: (walks up and tries to pull Katie away) At this festive season, we feel it's our duty to take care of the poor and homeless..
Heero: Are there no prisons or poorhouses? (Still trying to push Katie away)
MLT: Hoho! Plenty of those sir!
Trowa: *gasp* Santa! (Glomps MLT)
MLT: Ack!!! Lemme go!!!
Trowa: I want a bike, and a lion and a-a-a model of the gundams!!!
MLT: *wah!!* Somebody help me!!
Wufei: *snickers*
MLT: *death glare* You will pay, Wufei…YOU WILL PAY!!!! Catherine!!!
Catherine: (walks out) What?
MLT: Can you do something about your brother here?
Catherine: No more Trowa bashing?
MLT: No I -Whadda ya mean "more"?? I've never done Trowa bashing! He's too damn quiet for that!!!
Catherine: Oh, right… Trowa! We'll visit Santa later! But only if you say your lines and follow script!!!
Trowa: Yay! (Stops glomping MLT. She walks back to her position in front of Heero's desk)
MLT: *sighs in relief* Alright, Heero. Your line.
Heero: (pushes Katie away) Oh! For a moment I was worried!
MLT: Some of us are endeavoring to raise a fund for the poor and homeless. What might I put you down for?
Heero: Nothing.
Katie: You wish to remain anonymous?
Heero: I wish to be left alone. I do not make merry myself a Christmas.
Trowa: That certainly is true.
Heero: And I can't afford to make idle people merry.
Trowa: That is certainty not true.
Heero: Don't you have other thins to do my dear nephew?
Trowa: Sadly, I do. So I will make my donation (hands MLT some coins) and leave you to make yours. (Walks to door, but turns around) Oh! Uncle, come and have Christmas dinner with me and Clara.
Heero: Why ever did you get married?
Towa: Why? Because I fell in love!
Heero: (laughs) That's the only thing sillier than a merry Christmas!
Trowa: its no use uncle, I shall keep my Christmas humor to the last. A merry Christmas to you, and a happy New Year. (Hangs up wreath)
Milliardo: Merry Christmas, Fred.
Trowa: Merry Christmas, Bob. (Tips hat then walks out door.)
Heero: Omae o korosu!
MLT: (banging head on the desk) it's "humbug"!!
Heero: Hum-bug!
MLT: *ahem* (lifts head) Now then sir, about the donation?
Heero: Lets see, I know how to treat the poor. (Stands up and walks to the door) My taxes go to pay for the prisons and the poor houses; the homeless must go there!
Katie: But some would rather die
Heero: If they rather die then they had better do it! AND DECREASE THE SURPLUS POPULATION!!! (Opens door) This is the door, you may use it.
Katie: Oh dear oh dear. Come along I think we've wasted enough of MR. SCROOGE'S TIME!! (MLT and Katie leave.)
Heero: (slams door shut and tears up wreath. Then hears someone "singing". Opens the door and Duo is on the doorstep trying to sing)
Duo: strolling round about deep and christen even. Brightly shone the moon that night…though…*ahem*
Heero: What do you want??
Duo: Um, uh…Penny for the song governor?
Heero: (slams door then opens it again.)
Duo: (turns around and stops walking)
Heero: (pulls out gun, shoots him and shuts door.)
MLT: Katie, get an ambulance. (Duo goes off to the hospital)
Katie: Heero, give me the gun. (He hands it to her) *All* of them. (Hands her gun after gun)
1 hour later…
(Heero is still handing Katie the guns. There's a huge pile)
MLT: Uh, just forget it…
Heero: *shrugs*
Later…
Milliardo: Excuse me Mr. Scrooge, but it appears to be closing time.
Heero: Very well. I'll see you at 8-tomorrow morning
Milliardo: Tomorrow's Christmas.
Heero: 8:30 then.
Milliardo: Half an hour isn't customary for Christmas Day.
Heero: How much time is customary?
Milliardo: The whole day.
Heero: The entire day??
Milliardo: Uh huh. Is there a problem?
Heero: No, not really. Just be here earlier the next morning. (Leaves)
Milliardo: Hmm. Gentlemen, let's close up for Christmas! (Peers at script, then looks at MLT) You're going to make me sing?
MLT: *sighs* no, not today. My head is gonna explode if we do.
Wufei: (raises an eyebrow) that would prove interesting…
MLT: *death glare* Don't push your luck.
Katie: 'Kay! See ya tomorrow! (Leaves followed by the rest of the cast.)
MLT: Bye, folks. (Walks off to get some Advil)
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