A/N:
Hey Everyone! I know I was suppose to post "One" fanfic story that got the most votes in the poll I posted, but I couldn't resist posting both of them! "South Park" and "Alvin and the Chipmunks" both were tied together so I figured "Why not post both of them?" So, here it is!
So, this story is almost exactly like "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens, but with a small twist; it's chipmunked! The Chipmunks and The Chipettes tell the story. I thought, seeing how it was almost Christmas, this fanfic would be perfect.
Hope you enjoy it!
Cast:
Simon Scrooge - Simon Seville
Alvin Cratchit - Alvin Seville
(Other Characters in this chapter are played by normal humans)
It was Christmas Eve and on this happy day for happy times kids were playing in the snow having the times of their lives while their parents would be buying vegetables, turkey and other festival gifts for the upcoming festive holiday. The marketplace, around this time of year, was always the busiest but also the happiest. Everyone loved Christmas...except for one man.
Mr Simon Scrooge walked through the busy market place. People started to stare as the grumpy old chipmunk walked past the happy people. There was an almost chill in the air that was not there until Scrooge had made his appearance. People started to talk amongst themselves:
"There he goes again" said an old gentleman to his high class friends.
"Ah, yes" said another gentleman. "Simon Scrooge, going to his counting house no doubt"
"Where else would he go?" asked the old gentleman's wife. "He has nothing....he loves nothing"
"No," said the gentleman "If there's one thing Simon loves, it's his money"
And Simon walked ahead to his counting-house, just as the gentleman hand predicted. He stopped when he looked up at the sign other his beloved workplace. He saw the name "Marley" that was crossed out with a big "X"
"Ah, Jacob Marley" said Scrooge as he looked at the name. "Dead seven years today. Ah, he was a swell lad. He would rob from the rich and from the poor. Too bad, he died" Scrooge then knocked on the sign that covered Scrooge's name in snow. The snow fell to the ground and the sign now read "Scrooge". Scrooge entered his counting room.
It was cold in the room, just the way Scrooge liked it. He took off his coat and hat and placed them on the coat hanger. He purposely walked to his desk when he could feel something he did not like to feel; warmth. It was coming from the room next to him, where the door was a jar. Scrooge enters the room and says one name:
"Cratchit!" Alvin Cratchit jumped to his feet. He was over a warm fireplace, trying to make him hands warm. "What do you think you are doing?"
"Me?" Cratchit asked nervously. "I was just...trying to keep the room a little warm, Mr. Scrooge" The emplyeed chipmunk smiled nervously.
"Cratchit, if I've told you once I've told you a thousand times!" Scrooge yelled angrily at his only employee. "Do not use any coal!" And, at once, Scrooge grabbed a bucket of water and poured at the once burning fireplace which was no lifeless and empty. "Coal costs money, Cratchit!"
"I know; you've told me a thousand times, Mr. Scrooge" Cratchit replied.
"Don't get smart with me Cratchit!" Scrooge shouted. Alvin Cratchit jumped with fright.
"I wasn't trying to be smart, Mr. Scrooge" Cratchit explained.
"Get to work!" Scrooge ordered. Cratchit walked back into the main room where his desk was near the front door. Scrooge also walked into the main room and sat at his desk ready to work.
"Speaking of work, Mr. Scrooge" Cratchit said as he jumnped up onto the stall to sit at his desk. "Tomorrow is Christmas and I was wondering if I could have ha-half a day off?" Cratchit looked hopeful.
"What makes you think I will give you half a day off, Cratchit?" Scrooge muttered not looking away from his work.
But, just as Alvin was about to say something, Scrooge was welcomed by a joyful singing nephew...
"Merry Christmas!" Scrooge's nephew, Fred, sang as he walked through the front door. "Merry Christmas, uncle!" He had a Christmas wreath in his hands and gave it Alvin.
"Bah! Humbug!" Scrooge replied not looking up from his work.
"And a very Merry Christmas to you too, Master Fred!" Cratchit said joyfully as he greeted Fred.
"Cratchit! What do you think you are doing?" Scrooge asked when he saw his employee shaking hands with his nephew.
"I was just...trying to get rid of your nephew, Mr. Scrooge" Alvin said as the chipmunk tried to push Fred out of the door.
"But, I came over here to invite my uncle over to my Christmas dinner party!" Fred explained as he tried to resist Crachit's pushing.
"Wait, stop Crachit!" Scrooge ordered as the grumpy chipmunk got up from his desk and walked over to Fred. "That's not how we treat guests!"
"Oh, thank you, uncle. Now I-"
"You do it like this!" And at that point, Scrooge threw Fred out of his counting house, head first into the snow. "You pay too much for your Christmas dinners, Fred!" And at that, Scrooge shut the door.
"Christmas is a time for family and friends and I say "Merry Christmas" and "God bless!"" Fred shouted through Scrooge's open windows.
"Well said, Master Fred!" Cratchit shouted back joyfully as he applauded.
"Cratchit! Now, what are you doing?" Scrooge asked as he stared at Cratchit.
"I was...warming my hands, Mr. Scrooge" And Cratchit sat back at his desk.
"God bless, uncle!" Fred yelled happily outside Scrooge's counting room.
"And a "Bah Humbug" to you too!" Scrooge yelled back. Fred was gone.
Around this time of year, Charities would be going to different organisations to help raise money for the poor . It was just too bad that two men happened to knock on Mr. Scrooge's door. There was a knock at the door. Scrooge answered the door and was presented by two squat men.
"And just what do you want, my two plump friends?" Scrooge asked nastily.
"Sir, we are an organisations collecting for the needed" one of the men answered.
"For the needed?" Scrooge replied, confused.
"For the poor" said another man as he opened a bag ready for Scrooge to place in a donation.
"Oh...I see. Well, if I give you money to the poor, then they won't be poor anymore will they?" Scrooge asked the men, knowing exactly what he was doing to get rid of these two annoying men.
"Well, I suppose-"
"And, if they're not poor anymore, then I will be forcing you two out of a job. Oh, please my two friends; don't make me do that!"
"Oh, we wouldn't dream of it, Mr. Scrooge"
"Well then, I think you should give this to the poor..." Scrooge placed the wreath Fred gave to him into the bag. "...And be gone!" He slammed the door in their faces.
Just as Scrooge slammed the door, he could hear someone singing a Christmas carol at his front door. He opened the front door, angrily, and was presented with a small boy. The boy soon stopped smiling once he saw the angry face on Scrooge's face. The grumpy chipmunk and the boy were almost the same height.
"What do you want?" Scrooge asked as nicely as he could, his face turning red with anger.
"Penny for the song, governor?" the boy asked, nicely.
Scrooge slammed the door in the boys face.
"I guess I will take that as a "No"" the boy said sadly.
A/N:
Well, this took a whole hour to do. I hope you enjoyed reading it! I sure enjoyed writing it! There are a lot of references to the "Muppets Christmas Carol" movie and the small 15-minute movie "Mickey's Christmas Carol"
I will continue writing this if you guys send in some good reviews. I will put up Chapter 2 by Friday or Saturday if I get some reviews!
Bye for now!
