Cast of Characters

Dib Membrane as Ebenezer Scrooge
Veronica Star as Bob Cratchit
Rainbow Dash and Rarity as The Collectors For The Poor
Keef as Fred
Gaz Membrane as Jacob Marley
Boo Berry as The Ghost of Christmas Past
Dee Dee as The Ghost of Christmas Present
Zim as The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come
Gretchen as Isabelle
Vivian as Ms. Cratchit
Gerald Johanssen as Tiny Tim
Arnold Shortman as Tiny Tim's best friend

One snowy winter day inside miserly Ebenezer Dib's counting house, a cold and weary Veronica Cratchit looked up from her ledgers. "Mr. Dib, tomorrow is Christmas, and I was wondering if I could have half a day off?" "Well, I suppose so, but I'll dock you half a day's pay." Dib flipped through his account book gleefully. "Heh, heh, heh. Ah, money, money, money!" Suddenly there was a knock at there door.

It was Dib's cheery friend, Keef. "Merry Christmas, Best Friend Dib!" "Bah, humbug! This a work day, you know." "Aw, come on. I've come to invite you to Christmas dinner." "Oh, I suppose you're going to have a plump goose with chestnut dressing. And will we have plum pudding and lemon sauce? With roast squab and pickled raisins?" "Yes! Yes! Will you come?" "Are you death, man? You know I can't eat that stuff, Out, out, out!

Veronica Cratchit spoke up timidly. "But, sir, Master Keef has brought us a Christmas wreath. May I hang it on our door?" "You do and I'll hang one on you!" Keef handed his friend the gift. "Merry Christmas." But Dib jammed the the wreath down over his friend's head. "And a bah humbug to you!" It was clear, Ebenezer Dib was not fond of Christmas.

Once again, Dib returned to his ledger mumbling about money when there another knock at the door. Two ponies, Rainbow Dash and Rarity, stood up shivering from the cold. "Sir, we are soliciting funds for the, ah, indigent and destitute." "For what?" "We're collecting for the poor." Dib smiled, jiggling the coins in his pocket. "Ooh. Well, you realize if you give money to the poor, then they won't be poor anymore, will they? And if they're not poor anymore, then you won't have to raise money for them anymore." "Well, I suppose." "And if you don't have to raise money for them anymore, then you would be put out of a job. Oh, please, gentlemen! Don't ask me to put you out of a job, not on Christmas Eve." "Oh, we wouldn't do that, Mr. Dib." "All right, both of you. Out! Out! Out!" Dib chased the ponies into the snow and slammed the door. "What's the world coming to, Cratchit? You work all your life to get money, and people want you to give it away."

After closing time, Dib walked through the crowded streets, taking no notice of the merry people rushing home to their loved ones. When he arrived at his gloomy house, the door knocker took on the face of his late sister, Gaz Marley. Dib touched the knocker. "WHOA!" Dib stumbled back. "No, that can't be! Door knockers don't speak! it's simply a fragment of my imagination. Er, it's a fignation of my fagim..." Horrified, Dib rushed upstairs to his bedroom, bolting the door behind him.

But the Ghost of Gaz Marly passed right through the door dragging her heavy chains. A cold chill ran through Dib's body-his teeth began to chatter, his knees began to knock, his eyes popped! Marley blinked. "Now that you've finished the number, I'd like to talk to you. Tonight you will be visited by three spirits. Listen to them. Do what they say, or chains will be heavier than mine!" Then Marley quietly left.

Dib tossed and turned fearfully in his sleep. Suddenly he awoke! There, perched atop the nightstand, was a ghostly figure. "I'm Boo Berry, and I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past. Come on, Dib. It's time to go." The bedroom window opened magically. "I'm not going out there. I'll fall!" "Just hold on. We're going to visit your past." And with that, the two flew out over the darkened city.

They stopped outside a familiar window. Dib saw a vision of a young man dancing at a party. "That's me!" The spirit nodded. "Yes, that was before you became a miserable miser consumed by greed." "There's lovely Gretchen. Ah, I remember how much I was in love with her."

With the snap of his fingers, Boo Berry brought them to Dib's old counting house. Young Dib was busy fiddling with his books as Gretchen meekly approached his desk. "Nine thousand, nine hundred and seventy-two, nine thou..." "Ebenezer. For years I've had this honeymoon cottage, Ebenezer. I've been waiting for you to keep your promise to marry me. Now I must know. Have you made your decision?" "I have! Your last payment on the cottage was seven minutes late, I'm foreclosing the mortgage! You have make your choice, do it by yourself, or go and be a homeless woman and make nothing of yourself!" Gretchen burst into tears and ran out.

Dib could no longer bear these memories. "Please, Spirit, take me home!" "Remember Dib, you loved gold more than that precious creature, and you lost her forever. You fashioned these memories yourself, yourself, yourself..."

In a flash, Dib was back in his cold bed. He had just convinced himself that the whole thing was nothing but a nightmare when a tall shadow fell across the bed revealing a girl. "I'm Dee Dee, the Spirit of Christmas Present. I have filled the room with all of the good things that you withheld from your fellow girl. Look!" Dib's beady eyes glistened as all manner of exotic foods spilled out of a horn of plenty. "Suckling pigs, fruit-cakes, mince pies, and a prune Danish to go! I didn't know that you have many stuffs in here!"

But when Dib reached for a corned beef on rye, Dee Dee stopped him. "We have no time for that now. We have a long way to travel and we must fly. Take hold of my robe. Uh, not back there, unless you want to fly tourist.

In an instant they were at the window of Veronica Cratchit's humble school. Dib watched as the students gathered around the lunchroom table. A kind Gerald Johanssen leaned on his little crutch and watched the lunch lady serve a scrawny holiday turkey. Dib scratched his head. "What is that boy doing? Carving a canary?" "What would you expect with the meager wage you bestow upon him? Two shillings a day."

The school was filled with joy as Veronica began lunch. "Let's not forget the man who made this glorious feast possible, Mr Ebenezer Dib!" "What do you say, Gerald?" "Well, Arnold, I say 'Thank you, Mr. Dib' and God bless us everyone!" "Wow, Gerald, that was friendship is for. Right, Veronica?" "Yes, Vivian. That's when Christmas is best friends forever!"

Ebenezer turned to the Spirit, but Dee Dee had disappeared. In his place stood Zim, the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, shrouded in the black robes. The scene changed and Veronica's school now looked sad and dreary. As Dib looked into the future he saw that the chair on Veronica's left was empty. Gerald Johanssen was gone.

Dib shuddered. "Spirit of Yet to Come, what does this mean? No, no, I didn't want this to be. I wanted Gerald Johanssen to get well. That sweet, darling boy." The spirit turned his back on Dib, and with the broad sweep of his robe he delivered Ebenezer to a windswept cemetery. The ghost pointed towards two gravediggers who were engaged in their ghoulish occupation.

One of the gravediggers tossed a last shovelful of dirt. "That does it. Tamp it down tight, Charley." "You know, Harold, I never saw a funeral like this one." "Right, there was nobody about. No mourners, no friends, no one to shed a tear or bid him farewell."

Dib stepped closer. "Spirit! Whose lonely grave is this?" "Why yours, Ebenezer-the richest man in the cemetery! Ha, ha, ha!" Dib's tears began to fall off from his cheeks as he holds him by the robe. "Oh, no! I don't want my life to end this way. I want another chance! Spirit! I'll change my ways! I'll change! I'LL CHANGE!"

Suddenly, Dib woke up! "I'm back in my own bed. it must-it is! It's Christmas Morning! Yes, I can be a new man. I will honor Christmas in my heart and keep it all the year." He flung open the window and shouted into the street of joy. "Merry Christmas, everybody! What a glorious Christmas morning!" By chance, Dib noticed the two ponies who had been collecting for the poor. He dug into his bag of coins. "Well, bless me, good morning, ladies. I've something for you. Here you are, one hundred gold pieces and not a penny more. Hee! Hee!" The two could hardly believe their eyes. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Dib. And a Merry Christmas to you!"

The students was astonished to see Mr. Dib at the door of their school. His arms were laden with gifts and a plump turkey. "Ha, ha, ha. Yes, it's Mr. Dib, and I've brought Christmas presents for you and all the students!" Veronica Cratchit was almost speechless. "But Mr. Dib. I don't understand."

"What do you mean, you don't understand? Why only yesterday you told me Christmas was a time for giving. Well, now I'll tell you what Christmas is: This a time that, once a year, men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely and celebrate the joy of the season!"

Dib had learned a lesson that he would never forget. "Let it be said that no one will ever keep Christmas as well as Ebenezer Dib!" And that's how Dib has changed is ways. Merry Christmas to all.

Gerald Johanssen: And God bless us everyone!

Dib Membrane, Gaz Membrane, Zim, Gretchen, and Keef from Invader Zim
Veronica Star and Vivian from The Fairly Oddparents
Rainbow Dash and Rarity from My Little Pony
Boo Berry from General Mills
Gerald Johanssen and Arnold Shortman from Hey Arnold!
Dee Dee from Dexter's Laboratory

Trivia

. The text is from Disney's Mickey's Christmas Carol