The Anime Christmas Carol
Ch.1.Scrooge
It was a busy day in the market in England; every one was getting ready for the most cherished of Holidays Christmas. It is here a special writer is selling Christmas apple.
"Get your Christmas apples."
"Toppens a piece whale they last eh.." Sees Writers Block eating the apples, "They won't last long the way your eating them."
"Well hoydy toyde."
"Writers Blo."
"Ahem." (Looks over at the camera)
"Well hello my name is Charles Dickens."
"And my name is Writers Block the cat."
"I'm here to tell the story."
"And I am for the food. Hey wait a minute your not Charles Dickens."
"I am too."
"No a green haired, thirteen year old female Charles Dickens who hang out with a cat?"
"Absolutely."
"Charles Dickens was a 19th century novelist, a genies."
"Oh you are too kind."
"Why don't I believe you?"
"Well I know this story like the back of my hand."
"Prove it."
"Alright, these a hang nail on my thump and a scratch on my wrist from when I fell off my-"
"No no no no, don't tell us your hand tell us the story."
"Oh yeah right." Satome and Tendo were dead to begin with.
"Oh pardon me." Said WB.
"That's how the story begins WB Satome and Tendo were dead to begin with."
"Oh." As dead as a door nail.
"It's a kind of creepy and wha ho scary."
"Oh thank you WB."
"Your welcome Mr.Dickens." he said in a rather snobbish way. In life Satome and Tendo were shrud business partners with a man named Zelgadis Greywords. You will see him as he comes around that corner.
"Where?"
"There."
"When?"
"Now." Then came a part golem man dressed in black. There he is Mr. Zelgadis Greywords.
"Hey is it getting colder out here. Brrrrrr." Shivered WB. Then all the towns' people start singing.
When a cold wind blows it kills you kills you to the bone, But theirs nothing in nature that freezes your heart like fears of being alone, It pains with indifference like a lady and rues, And the worst of the worst, the most hated and cursed is the one we Scrooge.
Unkind to any and the rap of many this is Zelgadis Greywords, Oh there goes Mr. Humbug, there goes Mr. Grim, If they gave a prize for being mean the winner would be him, All Scrooge he loves is money cause he thinks it gives him power, If he became a flavor you can bet he would be sour. Even the vegetables don't like him.
There goes Mr. Skinflint, there goes Mr. Greed, The undisputed master of the under handed deed, He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses, All the folk live in meseriry, Its even worse for mouses, "Pleases sir I want some cheese." Says a mouse.
He must be so lonely, he must be so sad, He goes to exsteems to convenes us he's sad, he's really a victim of fear and of pride, Look close and there must a sweet man inside. "Nah." "Uh ah."
There goes Mr. Outraged, There goes Mr. Sneer, He has no time for friends or fun, I thought that was clear, Don't ask him for a favor cause his nastiness increases, No crust and bread for those in need, No cheeses for us mices.
Greywords like the cold, he centered and self contained as solitary as an oyster.
There goes Mr. Heartless there goes Mr. Cruel, He never gives he only takes he lets his hunger grow, If being means a way of life he'll practice and rehearse, And all that work is paying off causes Scrooge is getting worse. Every day in every way Scrooge is getting worse.
Zelgadis turns around and emeteatly stop singing and leave.
"Humbug."
Ch.1.Scrooge
It was a busy day in the market in England; every one was getting ready for the most cherished of Holidays Christmas. It is here a special writer is selling Christmas apple.
"Get your Christmas apples."
"Toppens a piece whale they last eh.." Sees Writers Block eating the apples, "They won't last long the way your eating them."
"Well hoydy toyde."
"Writers Blo."
"Ahem." (Looks over at the camera)
"Well hello my name is Charles Dickens."
"And my name is Writers Block the cat."
"I'm here to tell the story."
"And I am for the food. Hey wait a minute your not Charles Dickens."
"I am too."
"No a green haired, thirteen year old female Charles Dickens who hang out with a cat?"
"Absolutely."
"Charles Dickens was a 19th century novelist, a genies."
"Oh you are too kind."
"Why don't I believe you?"
"Well I know this story like the back of my hand."
"Prove it."
"Alright, these a hang nail on my thump and a scratch on my wrist from when I fell off my-"
"No no no no, don't tell us your hand tell us the story."
"Oh yeah right." Satome and Tendo were dead to begin with.
"Oh pardon me." Said WB.
"That's how the story begins WB Satome and Tendo were dead to begin with."
"Oh." As dead as a door nail.
"It's a kind of creepy and wha ho scary."
"Oh thank you WB."
"Your welcome Mr.Dickens." he said in a rather snobbish way. In life Satome and Tendo were shrud business partners with a man named Zelgadis Greywords. You will see him as he comes around that corner.
"Where?"
"There."
"When?"
"Now." Then came a part golem man dressed in black. There he is Mr. Zelgadis Greywords.
"Hey is it getting colder out here. Brrrrrr." Shivered WB. Then all the towns' people start singing.
When a cold wind blows it kills you kills you to the bone, But theirs nothing in nature that freezes your heart like fears of being alone, It pains with indifference like a lady and rues, And the worst of the worst, the most hated and cursed is the one we Scrooge.
Unkind to any and the rap of many this is Zelgadis Greywords, Oh there goes Mr. Humbug, there goes Mr. Grim, If they gave a prize for being mean the winner would be him, All Scrooge he loves is money cause he thinks it gives him power, If he became a flavor you can bet he would be sour. Even the vegetables don't like him.
There goes Mr. Skinflint, there goes Mr. Greed, The undisputed master of the under handed deed, He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses, All the folk live in meseriry, Its even worse for mouses, "Pleases sir I want some cheese." Says a mouse.
He must be so lonely, he must be so sad, He goes to exsteems to convenes us he's sad, he's really a victim of fear and of pride, Look close and there must a sweet man inside. "Nah." "Uh ah."
There goes Mr. Outraged, There goes Mr. Sneer, He has no time for friends or fun, I thought that was clear, Don't ask him for a favor cause his nastiness increases, No crust and bread for those in need, No cheeses for us mices.
Greywords like the cold, he centered and self contained as solitary as an oyster.
There goes Mr. Heartless there goes Mr. Cruel, He never gives he only takes he lets his hunger grow, If being means a way of life he'll practice and rehearse, And all that work is paying off causes Scrooge is getting worse. Every day in every way Scrooge is getting worse.
Zelgadis turns around and emeteatly stop singing and leave.
"Humbug."