Chapter 2
A long time ago, in king's row there lived a very rich yet very greedy man named Jesse McScrooge. The man was so greedy that he did would not even pay for insurance, the only insurance he needs is his trusty Revolver. He worked as an accountant where he spent most of his days, actually most of his life, counting his money. What's more terrifying then his greed, is his hatred for Christmas... Specifically. Yes, McScrooge hated Christmas so much, that he wouldn't let his workers decorate the office, give any presents or money to the poor and also the small incident involving carolers and his revolver... Well, you get the idea.
On the day before Christmas, was the day McScrooge's life changed. He was, as usual, sitting by his desk, counting his money. Old McScrooge was an old man, at least mid-60s, he wore body armor on his chest and legs, mixed in with his jeans, he wore a black yet ashen cape over his left shoulder that slightly covered his golden plated prosthetic arm, his hair was messy and full but dashed with grey due to age, he smoked a cigar as a small leisure and to relieve stress from counting money and dealing with his workers, nearby his large sum of money was his "Gold-digger" revolver and his black yet ashen colored top hat.
Yes the old McScrooge was a very angry man who loved only his money and hated Christmas with a passion. As he sat there counting his money, his worker Zenyatta hovered into the room, wearing a dusted yet wrinkled suit, He worked as McScrooge's Collector yet he was a kind and gentle Omnic, he even allowed those who can not pay back McScrooge due to the Harsh economic times of King's row and used his own paycheck to cover the costs.
"1,000,293...1,000,294...1,000,295..." As McScrooge counted his money, Zenyatta clears his throat. "E-excuse me, Mr. McScrooge." McScrooge stopped counting his money and looked at his worker. "What in tarnation do you want, Can't you see with your little eyes that I'm counting my money!" Zenyatta flinched at the harsh tone his boss was talking to him but he remained his composure. "I-I'm sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering... Can I leave Early... My wife needs me at home to help with the Christmas cooking and I-" McScrooge lifted his hand to make him stop. He sighs heavily at the Omnic's reasoning to leave, ever since London had gone into an industrial revolution, and people have been forming unions, it was Impossible to just say "no" to these people, but law is the law and he wants to avoid Paying the fine. "Yes, yes, go to your family... And I expect you here the following day, partner. "said McScrooge as he turns back to his money and returned to counting. Zenyatta looked happy even though he lacks the physical means to express it. "Much obliged Mr. McScrooge... and... I-If I'm not... Imposing... But... C-can I have a raise?" McScrooge nearly flung the money out of his hand and looked very aggravated by Zenyatta. "Come again?" Zenyatta taps his finger tips together and explained. "Well...Its for my son... Little Junk Jamison... Y-you see, he has lost his arm and leg when he was a child... I-I've been working my whole life to get him some useful prosthetic limbs so he can live as a normal boy... that and get him some medicine as he has been ill for quite some time now... So... If you allow it, may I have that raise?" Zenyatta asked hopefully. Unfortunately this did not go well as McScrooge stood up and grabbed his revolver. "You expect me... to give you... MY money... so you can pay for your kid to have limbs to walk on, making it a waste of MY money?" He looked at Zenyatta coldly. "W-well... Uhm...I-" McScrooge turns around pointing his revolver. "The answer is no, now get out of here AND NEVER TALK TO ME ABOUT ANOTHER DAMN RAISE!" He begins to fire at Zenyatta who quickly rushed out the door, being chased by a very violent McScrooge out into the street. "AND I EXPECT YOU BACK HERE TOMORROW MORNING YOU UNGRATFUL HOG, I SAY HUMBUG TO CHRISTMAS... YOU HEAR ME, BAH HUMBUG!" yelled the old man, as Zenyatta hovers away quickly.
As he turns back into the office, reloading his revolver, a young man walks up to the door and stops him. "Yo uncle, what's up!" McScrooge turns his head to see his nephew Lucio. Lucio was a young man, his hair styled with dreadlocks, wearing a slick suit and tie, mixed in with his logo of Lucio entertainment, he also wore his light green visor that he uses as he was partially blind.
"Oh...Hello Lucio, what do you want?" Asked the grumpy McScrooge as the two entered into his office. "I just came by to ask if you're coming over to a sick party at my place for Christmas, its gonna be packed with all our homeboys, family and importantly music!" McScrooge looked at his nephew as he sat down, counting his money again. "I'm ain't comin' Lucio." McScrooge stated both quickly and harshly. Lucio looked a little hurt by his uncle's statement. "But Uncle, think of what you're missing if not being with your folks and friends, man... Hell, you need to get out of the office more, dawg, am I right?" He elbows his uncle playfully thought McScrooge just looked annoyed. "Look, Lucio...Dear Nephew, I ain't...and I'll say it again... I ain't going to no damn Christmas party... what so ever... that time could be used for something useful...like counting money." Lucio just looked insulted as he crossed his arms, walking away. "You know... Money isn't everything..." McScrooge continued to count his money, ignoring the young man as he leaves the office.
Later that night. McScrooge was off to bed, still wearing his armor and keeping his revolver near his night stand as he has enemies he has pissed off over the years. "Ahh... Another good day of counting money... what a good day indeed.. Welp, time to hit the hay."McScrooge covers himself with his blanket and begins to sleep.
As he was trying to sleep, he heard a noise. he opened his eye and readied his hand over to his revolver. The noise sounded like chains shaking McScrooge lifted his hand over to the counter as the chain rattling was closer. As soon as he grabs his gun he pulls the cover towards his apparent attacker and fires three rounds into the blanket. "Got ya, you son of a bitch." Suddenly a voice in a ghostly manner spoke out. "Paranoid as usual old friend... You should relax.." That voice... McScrooge drops his revolver and looked in horror as the blanket fell to the floor to reveal his old Partner of his accounting office: Hanzo.
Hanzo was a Japanese accountant that worked along side McScrooge as business partners until one day he was killed by his younger brother in a power struggle. McScrooge killed the younger sibling in self defense but his old friend had died before he could reach him. Now...his old partner was a ghost, hovering a few inches off the ground, covered in a traditional Japanese garb, and looked to be holding and wearing chains all over hid body.
"Hanzo... You're...alive?" McScrooge asked in surprise only to be smacked by the chains, knocking him on the floor. "OF COURSE NOT, YOU FOOL, I AM DEAD, I mean why would I be in this garb, wearing chains and floating three inches off the ground!" McScrooge rubs his chin and shrugged. "Magic trick?" Hanzo face palmed himself. "Baka (idiot)... Look, I came back from the dead to give you a message." McScrooge picked himself up and raised his grey eyebrow quizzingly. "A message, What message?" Hanzo floated towards the fireplace, his chains rattling. "I...Am that message." McScrooge didn't quite understand. "What are you blabberin' about?" Hanzo turned at him in a somber tone. "These chains... These chains are my sin for being greedy and selfish in my years of the living, I am forced to wander the earth in limbo, never knowing peace... So I reveal myself to you, So that you can see, what life of greed and selfishness would bring." McScrooge shook his head. "Now, Hold on a minute... Granted I believe ghosts are humbug...Though you being her kind of threw that theory out the window... But I am not going to end up like you, besides you made your bed, I'm still alive." Hanzo smacked McScrooge again. "FOOL... You have been warned... I have failed to convince you...so now, you will have to be convinced differently." McScrooge rubbed his bruised head. "In what way?" Hanzo began to float away and disappear. "You will be visited by three spirits, each on this very night... You must listen to them and understand what they show you...or be forever cursed to roam the world wearing these chains for more time then I." As he finished Hanzo disappears. "Wait, When will the spirits come!?" McScrooge asked now, fearful of the situation.
Suddenly McScrooge wakes up, breathing heavily as he was lying in his own bed... "Oh...Oh, Damn...It was just a dream" He said to himself. He rubs his eyes for a moment and then as he looked around he notices his bullet shells on the floor, he stands from his bed and looked at them curiously. "what in tarnation..?" Suddenly the windows opened up from a gust of wind. McScrooge was surprised but soon quickly rushed over to the window to close it. As he was closing his window a sweet angelic voice said. "Why good evening, Mr. McScrooge." McScrooge blinked for a moment and looked side to side until he looked in front of him to see an flying woman. "Hello." After a few seconds, McScrooge Screamed in shock as he stumbled backwards and fell to the floor, scrambling away. "WHO THE HECK ARE YOU!?"
The angelic figure floated into the room, landing on her bare feet on the wooden floor. She was a picture of beauty and innocence like an angel, he hair was a radiant blonde, styled with a loose pony-tail and thick strand of her hair in front of her face, above her head she had a halo, she wore a clear white robe and on her back were angel wings.
"Who...Who the are you?!" Asked a very confused and scared McScrooge. The Angel giggled softly. "Do not be afraid, Mr. McScrooge... I am the spirit of Christmas Past." McScrooge looked at her belligerently then realized that Hanzo had warned him about these spirits, this must be the first one, He picked himself off the floor and brushed off his armor. "Well...Pleasure to meet you ma'am, but if I may ask...what brings you here?" The spirit giggled again. "Why to show you your past of course." McScrooge tilts his head in a confused manner. "say what?" She shook her head softly and grabs his wrist gently and takes him by the window. "Now, don't be scared." McScrooge wasn't sure what she meant by that. "What do you mean Don't be-" Suddenly she pulled him hard with her as they fell out of the window. McScrooge screamed in terror at what just occurred, he was about to hit the pavement, he closed his eyes and waited for the impact... However, he still felt like he was breathing, he opened his eye and looked around in astonishment as he was flying... He was flying with an angel. They Flew over king's row, in high speed, McScrooge looked around then began to laugh. He laughed as he felt the air rush against his hair, enjoying the exhilaration.
But all good things come to an end as they land in front of a large warehouse. "Where...Where are we?" The spirit smiled warmly. "Do you not remember?" McScrooge took a good look around until he realized where he was. "Yeah...I remember now. "They both walked over to a window and looked inside. There seemed to be a Christmas party going on, a crowd of people were seen reveling the festivities. among them looked to be... a younger McScrooge. "That's...That's me!" The Spirit once again giggles. "That's right... shall we have a closer look?" Before McScrooge could respond they were teleported inside the party. Everyone looked to be having a grand time, one of the party goers was close to McScrooge and looked as if he was going to be bumped into but instead it phased right through him, he looked both confused and intrigued. "Do not worry, We are ghosts to them, so do not fear of being found here."
McScrooge was relieved to know he won't be seen, however he looked over to his younger self. The man that once was a rugged young man, looking at his early twenties, talking to a sweet tom-boyish girl. "I..I remember it all, This was the party where I met Lena Oxton!" the old McScrooge exclaimed. "That's right, look how happy you were, you were full of Christmas spirit back then... lets see how this played out?"
"I'm glad you could come Lena." replied the young McScrooge. Lena chuckled a little. "Well, its not everyday that a girl like me would be invited by a kind gentleman to his Christmas party." Jesse smiled warmly at Lena until a song came up. "Care to dance, little lady?" Jesse offers his hand to her, which she happily obliges. "I Wouldn't mind it." She said playfully. The couple began to dance as the music kept its rhythm, The two young lovers shared their dance and felt with the music. The old McScrooge was sitting down on a chair, smiling fondly at the memory. "Oh, those were the days." He said happily. "Well, lets go a little further in the past." McScrooge looked at the spirit and shook his head. "No, no, That won't be necessary." However despite his declination, The spirit teleported them three years into the future. "I believe this... is where you lost all your spirit of the season."
McScrooge looked around to see a more cleaner version of his office and saw his younger self counting money. "I...I don't understand." The Spirit points to a very imposing man, he looked to be of Latino decent and a very serious man. "Remember Jesse, If you want to be successful in life, you have to think of your future as a business man." Said the man in a very serious and slightly devilish voice. Jesse nods his head. "Of course, Mr. Reyes, I'll make you proud." Said Jesse as he continued to count the money.
"I remember this... That was my old boss, Mr. Reyes... He died from a duel after another competitor insulted his work ethic." The Spirit nods her head. "Yes... and that's around the time when... Your life and your spirit fell apart." The spirit moves forward to show Lena with a suit case. "I... I can't deal with this, Jesse... all you been doing is working and working all your time... Don't you love me?" Jesse looked messy and unkempt as if he never had any sleep. "But... Lena... Look at all this money, We CAN be happy, This money will solve all our problems!" Lena looked as if she'll burst into tears. "But that's all you talk about... You don't even care about what i think or say anymore... Whatever happened to that sweet man I once fell in love with?" She asked sadly. Jesse looked bewildered and growls. "Fine... I don't need you, if you won't support me, then I don't have to support you... NOW GET OUT!" Lena gasped in shock at how he treated her and slapped him before leaving.
McScrooge looked at the scene as his younger self yells loudly before walking back to his desk and kept on doing his work. "That's when we cancelled the wedding... I never saw her ever since..." The Spirit pats his shoulder. "Well, after she left you, she found someone else and she is now happily married with children, something you could've have if you focused on her then on your work... and this was around Christmas time... which explains your hatred." McScrooge wiped his eyes and sighs heavily. "Well... It was the past... After all, Money is everything... Love is not that priceless." The Spirit looked hurt and sighed before she began to fade away. "It seems my time has passed... Farewell, Mr. McScrooge... I pray for your Revelation soon." As soon as she disappears, The whole world began to fall around him, and suddenly McScrooge was sucked into the pitch black void, he screamed in terror as he was falling into the void until he hits hard against something.
McScrooge opened his eyes and found himself on the floor, He lifted himself up and realized he was back in his room. He looked at his bed and realized he must've fallen out. "That... was a crazy dream" He mutters to himself as he stood up, rubbing his chin. As he walks towards the window, he locked the window. "That should keep the breeze from makin' me see things." As he turns to return back to bed, he found a box on the floor, Not just any box, It was a Christmas present, wrapped in colorful red and white wrapping paper and tied together into a nifty little bow.
McScrooge looked at the present and tilts his head as he walked up to it. "I wonder who its for?" he wondered, his eyes moved down a little more until he spots a name tag. He takes the tag and on the small paper it read. "Open me."
McScrooge was unsure for a moment, but he decided to grab his revolver just in case. He takes the bow and begins to unwrap it slowly... He did it so gently until the Box pops open and a giant Christmas tree rises out of the small box and more Christmas presents pop out until a large man pops out and lands on his feet.
"Ahh.. Vhat a relief, I thought you'd NEVER open me, HAHA!" The boisterously loud man said a loud. "McScrooge was surprised that all of that was from a small box. "Who in tarnation are you!?" The large man looked at McScrooge and laughed joyously
"Me?... Why I am the Spirit of Christmas present!" The large man was muscular in size, his voice was like a Germanic weight lifter, His hair was grey along with his short well-kept beard, he has a scar over his left eye, though blinded, he still smiled, he also wore a red robe held together by a rope made of Red Wrapping paper and a crown made of Mistletoes.
"Ok... So, What are you here to show me, Spirit?" Asked McScrooge as he crossed his arms. "Well, You have talked to that beautiful frauelien of the past, now you get to spend time with me, as I show you Christmas Present!"
Before McScrooge could object, he was grabbed by the Spirit and they were flying all around the city, though this time, they flown towards a very familiar looking home. "Wait... That's my Nephew's home... what are we doing here?" The Spirit Shushed him. "Watch this." He stated.
The whole room was filled with family members and friends of both Lucio's and McScrooges. The Whole party were enjoying a dinner until Lucio clanked his glass of wine with his knife. "Yo everyone, I got a special toast to make..." The loud crowd all stopped what they were doing and looked at Lucio. "I wish to thank everyone that came to the Christmas party, Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas... I also wish to Make a toast to my Uncle, who declined to show up." He said sadly, until a random person from across the table yelled out. "Eh, what's the point of even inviting him, he would only make the mood somber when he talks about money." Then a female voice chipped in. "Of course, He is nothing but a greedy old man, I am just sad for anyone who has to work for the greedy man." The whole table agreed at the statements, McScrooge just looked on in both distraught and awe at how his family viewed him. "Hey, hey... Enough, let my uncle be... After all, he is family... no matter how far away he is... To McScrooge." The whole table all made a half-heartedly attempt at cheering though none of them cared but his nephew.
"Now...that's just uncalled for." McScrooge Said sadly, then looked at the large spirit. "Is this what you wanted to show me?" The Spirit shook his head. "Nein, there is one more stop we have to make before this is over." The Spirit grabs McScrooge and Flies him over to the poor side of King's row, where all the Omnic workers and Poor humans that are unable to find a home live in. Even though the area was a mess, people around the area were kind enough to help their neighbors, from giving them some food or sharing a space in an open fire. In some of the luckier residents lived Zenyatta and his wife Mei-Ling. "Hey now... that's where that Zenyatta Feller lives." The Spirit nods his head. "Ja... As you can see, life has not been well for the poor Omnic... But, The smiling faces of his wife and children make his life worth while... look and see for yourself." McScrooge looked closer into the window as he sees the inside of the run-down home of Zenyatta's family.
Zenyatta himself appears back outside, sighing heavily as he removes some of his clothing. His Wife Mei-ling walks into the living room and smiled at her husband. Mei-ling is Zenyatta's wife, she looked calm and happy, a very happily married woman, despite their current living arrangements, she was wearing a slightly torn yet clean dress with small patches covering some parts of the dress, her hair was kept neat in a bun and kept together by a pin.
As She entered, she hugged Zenyatta. "Is everything ok, honey?" she spoke in a Chinese accent, though her voice was filled with both care and worry. Zenyatta sighs as he lightly hugged his wife. "Forgive me, dear... I was unable to get the Christmas turkey for our home." Mei-ling looked at Zenyatta and looked at him seriously. "What happened?" Zenyatta couldn't help but be honest to his wife and explained. "I bought the turkey for the family, but... As I was walking home, I saw our Neighbors, the Bastion family, They told me that they were robbed by some thieves, leaving them poorer then usual for this Christmas... as a sign of good will, I handed them my turkey so, they can celebrate their Christmas... I am sorry dear." Mei-ling didn't look angry, but she smiled warmly and kissed the Omnic on the forehead. "Do not apologize... You did what was right... After all, Christmas is about Giving not about Selfishness." The two couples looked as if it was resolved, until a tiny child-like voice spoke up. "Daddy?"
The Two Parents looked over to their Son, Tiny Junker Jamison, Zenyatta and Mei-ling's Only son. The boy was only about Eight years old, his hair was patchy blonde with small bits of hair clumps around his head, though it wasn't because he was malnourished, it because his friends apparently dared him to look like that, unfortunately even though that he was a happy little child, he was suffering an illness and he was leaning on a Crutch since he doesn't have an arm or a leg on his right side, though he still had hope and innocence.
Zenyatta hovers towards his son and picks him up, lifting him into the air. "Hello son, How are you feeling?" he asked worryingly. The small boy only laughed. 'I'm fine daddy, just a small cough 'ere and there." Then he proceeds to Cough lightly. Mei-ling walks towards the two and then hugs her boy. "Did you talk to your boss about that raise?" Zenyatta looked at his wife and sighed. "I did... though he threatened me and Chased me out as he said no." Mei-ling hugged her child harder and looked worried. "Zenyatta, we need that medicine... I don't want our boy to..." Zenyatta placed a hand on her shoulder and calmed her soothingly. "Do not worry, I will try to find a way to get Jamison here some medicine... at least he can feel better even if he doesn't have the Prosthetics." Jamison squirmed a little then spoke up. "Well, I have faith in Mr. McScrooge... After all, he isn't a bad man, he is probably just sad." Zenyatta and Mei-ling looked at one another and sighed heavily as their son continued. "And... Maybe.. A miracle would happen." Zenyatta caressed his son's head and said quietly. "If only that were true son..."
McScrooge looked at the family then turned away. "Alright Spirit... I don't want to see more of this." The large Spirit once Jolly and loud, now serious and grim. "McScrooge, did you actually learn anything from this?" McScrooge turned to the spirit and suddenly they were in a dark and empty room. "I... I believe so, Spirit... But... You heard what Zenyatta Said... He'll find a way to help his son... He said so himself." The spirit shook his head. "The child will die... No matter how hard the father and mother try to help him." McScrooge looked bewildered at the statement. "But... BUT THATS INSANE!" The spirit simply asked. "Is it?... Human kindness is not enough to help people in situations such as this... It also requires effort from one party to help the other." McScrooge paced the room for a moment. "I... I don't know...Spirit, there must be something that can be-" Suddenly he heard scratching sounds below the Spirit's robes. "What in tarnation...?" The Spirit looked at McScrooge and realized what he was talking about. "Oh... that, well Let me introduce you to Human kind's most horrid sins of Christmas." He lift's his robe to Show him two Horrifically disfigured and very, VERY Unkempt Creatures that could be considered children. McScrooge Looked in horror as he backed away slowly.
Who...WHAT ARE THEY!?" The Spirit pointed to the creatures. "These are the sins of Christmas, the boy is Ignorance...and the girl is Want... Beware the both of them, Mein Friend... Especially the boy, if he is not kept in bounds... he will run havoc upon you and destroy your life if you do not change your ways..." the "children" began to stalk McScrooge, snarling and hissing at him. "Why...why are they like this!?" Suddenly a bell begins to ring midnight. The Spirit began to age as he continued. "These Children have been abandoned as they should be... for they are the face of evil if not contained... It would seem I am aging... much like the present it is forever fading... TAKE HEED OF MY WORDS...AND DON'T BE Heartless..."Said The Spirit's final words as his body slammed to the ground into Ash. The Creatures still stood there, now unbound and screeched at McScrooge as they charged at him. McScrooge pulled out his revolver and Shot wildly at the Monsters before they pushed him out of the room and into the cold snowy night.
As McScrooge Falls to the ground, he lands hard, unlike the last two times, he did not land onto his room. There was a blizzard all around, he couldn't see a thing, he felt cold and alone. "Hello!... Anyone there!?" Yelled McScrooge.
Suddenly a raven flies and lands in front of him, and suddenly Black mists form all around and the raven Transforms into a human being, except his body was covered in a black cloak, with dangling hoops, wearing leather, the man's face was covered by a raven's mask, he stood in front of McScrooge, all menacingly, but never uttered any words.
McScrooge waited a moment for him to speak, only to realize he will not speak. "Are... Are you the spirit of Christmas future?" The Spirit nods his head. he motions for McScrooge to follow him. McScrooge Obeys the silent Spirit until they overlook a hill with a very neglected grave at the end. "Is...Is this what you wanted to show me, spirit?" The Spirit shook his head slowly and points over to the horizon of a couple weeping over a grave, one of them was hovering almost like Zenyatta's... McScrooge felt a pit drop into his stomach until he overheard a graveyard crew talking.
"Yeah, they buried that guy at the hill."
"Yeah I heard he died alone... No one really missed him."
"I heard the same as well, Guy was filthy rich too, though his personal staff just took his money and fenced off the rest of his junk to make money."
McScrooge looked at the grave of the man they were referring to and gulped heavily. "Spirit... who is buried here?" The Spirit walks forward and snaps his fingers suddenly the coffin appears from the ground and there was a bronze inscription, covered in both dirt and snow. McScrooge walked forward and shakenly placed his hand over it and wiped the stuff off of it to reveal the name "Jesse McScrooge". "No...NO, NO!" He back away slowly until his coffin opens up and skeletal arms pop out and grab him, pulling him in. "NO, NO I DON'T WANT MY FUTURE TO BE LIKE THIS!" Suddenly he had an epiphany. "Wait...SPIRIT, I SEE THE ERROR OF MY WAYS, PLEASE SAVE ME, I NOW KNOW THAT I CAN STILL CHANGE THIS FUTURE FROM OCCURING, PLEASE LET ME RETURN BACK TO MY TIME SO I CAN FIX THIS, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I DON"T WANT MY FUTURE TO BE THIS BLEAK AND MISERABLE!"
As he was close to being pulled the spirit reached out and grabs McScrooge then Throws him against a door that opens up to a dark void, McScrooge screamed in terror once again falling into the endless void of the darkness.
That is until his alarm went off. McScrooge woke up in his own bed. He looked around for a moment and realized it was morning... "Its morning, Maybe its not too late to change the future..." He muttered quietly as he quickly rushed out to the window and opens it harshly, looking around desperately for anyone until he spots a boy and his brother giving out news papers to the homes. "BOYS, WHATS TODAY!?" The two brothers looked at one another. The Older sibling wearing the blue sweater yelled out. "Why its Christmas Sir!" the Younger brother with the cast nods his head. "That's right, Merry Christmas sir!" McScrooge can't believe his ears... He Smiled and yelled back. "THANK YOU BOYS, MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
In one night, McScrooge was a changed man. His workers arrived to work only to be told by McScrooge to take a day off, spend time with the family and giving out his money to spend on food, gifts and other assortment for their families and friends. Zenyatta looked at his boss as if he finally snapped or something, until his concerns were dropped when he was given both a raise and the money for his son, which he was very grateful for. But that wasn't the end of McScrooge's kindness, oh no, he also went out and purchased a prize turkey and donated it to Zenyatta's family and buying all the turkey's for the poorer families in the neighborhood, later that evening he arrived at his nephew's party, which both surprised everyone and comfort to see McScrooge actually spend time with the family. From that day onward McScrooge was a kinder, fair and Not so hateful man of king's row... Well he does shoot at Jehovah Witness' nobody needs that after all. As he lifts up a fully healed and full bodied Tiny Junker Jamison, he acted as a second father to him, Jamison laughed gleefully and said. "MERRY CHRISTMAS, ONE AND ALL!" Thus is the story of how a greedy, mean old man, turned into a kinder, well respected, loving man for all to meet and remember fondly.
