HERE IS THE FINAL CHAPTER OF ATCC. I'M ACTUALLY KINDA SAD TO SEE IT END. BUT ALL GOOD THINGS MUST COME TO AN END. WELL LET US GO AND SEE SCROOGE ONE LAST TIME IN HIS STORY.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN TITANS OR A CHRISTMAS CAROL OR SCROOGE REBORN

CASTING LIST:

SPRIT OF CHRISTMAS YET TO COME: RAVEN

BOB CRACHET: ROBIN

TINY TIM: O.C.

OFFICE PEOPLE: O.C.'S

SHELTER PEOPLE: O.C'S

GRAVE YARD WORKERS: O.C.'S

SMALL BOY: O.C.

SCROOGE: CYBORG

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"Are you The Sprit Of Christmas Yet To Come?" Cyborg asked a tad shaken up. The sprit didn't respond she only nodded her head. Her cape was a very dark black almost blacker then black. It covered her head, and her face, giving her spooky feel. She was floating with an eerie ghostly fog filling the dark ally way where she had emerged from. There was a bright flash of light and Cyborg found themselves in some form of a shelter. A hulky guy was distributing things among the people there. He was handing out fine bed sheets, pillows, and blankets to those needing them.

"Hey! Those are mine!" Cyborg whined "Sprit where are we?"

The Sprit didn't answer. Instead she raised a slender finger and pointed to sign that read 'Open door homeless shelter.'

"We're at a shelter? See I obviously changed because I obviously donated my stuff." Cyborg said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Then there was another bright flash of light and they were around a coffee pot in an office building…His office building.

"Where am I? I never miss a coffee break." Cyborg said. The people around the coffee pot seemed to be pretty happy.

"So are you guys going to the funeral?" a girl asked them.

"Don't think so." One guy said as he took a drink from his coffee cup.

"Come on the guy was your employer." She pleaded with him.

"He was a jerk. As far as I see the world is now a better place with HIM gone." Said another guy.

"Although if we go we would get time off from work and a free lunch." Another one pointed out.

"Fine, I'll go but only because there's going to be free food." The first guy said. Then there was yet again another flash of bright light and they were now in a dark gloomy graveyard.

"Heh, heh, heh, the guy's gone." One of the graveyard employees's said as he dumped another shovel of dirt on top of the grave.

"Man this guy must of been a real loser. No friends, no family. No one came to his funeral except for four people but only because they wear going to get free food after words. He must have been a real mean guy." Said the other as he to dumped dirt on top of the mound. "Well we're done here, lets go burry another dead person." Then they picked up their shovels and lanterns and walked away from the newly made grave.

"Sprit who…who was that?"

The Sprit pointed to the grave marker, which read:

Here lies

Ebenezer Scrooge

Greedy scum bag

"Sprit what…what…what about Tiny Tim?" He questioned hopping he would be all right. The Sprit pointed over to the east. Cyborg followed her finger and saw a sight he would not soon if ever forget. He saw Bob Crachet laying a small now unused crutch on top of grave. A tear fell from Bob's left eye as he put down the small memento of his boy and hit the cold, dry dirt. Cyborg quickly turned back to face the Sprit. "Sprit are these shadows of what WILL be or are these shadows of what MIGHT be? If it is might is there any way to change them?" Cyborg question desperately hoping they were shadows of what might be. There was another flash of light and Scrooge found himself under his covers and his alarm going off at 7:30 a.m. like he set it to go off. He threw the covers off and turned his alarm off and got up and ran over to the window and threw it open and yelled down to a the caroling boy he had thrown out of his office the day before.

"You down there!" he yelled at the kid. "What day is it?"

"Why it's the 25th!" he yelled up giving Scrooge the weirdest look ever.

"The 25th the Sprits did it all in one night." He mumbled to himself as a smile landed it's self on his face. "Is that turkey still hanging in the stor window?"

"The one as big as me?" The boy yelled back up.

"Yes my boy, go down there and get. If you bring it back with in fifteen minuets I will throw in fifty dollars for you to spend how ever you please!" He yelled as he threw a bag with the right amount of money down to the kid.

"Fifty dollars!" he exclaimed as he grabbed the bag of money and took of running. He returned in under ten minuets turkey and all. Scrooge took the turkey and handed the kid his pay and then he old Mr. Humbug went running down to the Crachet house hold in his robe, slippers and P.J.s. He quickly turned around to the kid who was counting his money and yelled:

"Merry Christmas my lad!" He got the Crachet house in good time. Rap tap, tap! His cane hit the wooden door. The door opened and Bob jumped back in surprise.

"Mr…Mr…Mr. Scrooge what are you doing here?" He questioned.

"Crachet…" He started out harsh with a hard, cold face, but then it softened, "I wanted to bring you this turkey and make you an offer I want you to be my full business partner. So what do you say?"

Taking the turkey from his boss Bob responded, "Well I surly would have to say yes. Would you like to stay for Christmas dinner?"

"Why yes I would."

They all gathered round the Crachet's tiny dinner table to feast on that succulent turkey Scrooge had bought. Tiny Tim stood up and said "God bless us everyone!"

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Because of Scrooge's offer to Bob Crachet, Tiny Tim had his operation and is now living a happy, healthy, normal life. When Tim was in the hospital Scrooge kindly gave Bob the time he needed off to spend with his son and family. Even Cyborg himself would stop by the hospital every chance he got to see how Tim and how his family were doing. Why that old changed man even brought Tim brad new toys.

THE END

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HERE ENDS ATCC. I HAD THE HARDEST TIME TYPING IT UP. I THINK IT WAS BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT IT TO END. BUT HEY ALL THINGS MUST COME TO AN END. AND YES THAT ONE PART I DID ADD IN. AND YES IT DIDN'T FOLLOW THE BOOK EXCTLY BUT LIKE I SAID BACK IN THE BEGGING I WAS GOING TO FOLLOW THE PLAY SCROOGE REBORN MORE THEN THE ONE WRITTEN BY CHARLES DICKENS. BUT ANYWAYS REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! THANKYOU TO EVERY-ONE WHO HAS STUCK BY ME FROM START TO FINISH! AND YES RAVEN DIDN'T SPEEK BUT I WANTED TO KEEP THAT HOW DICKENS DID IT. AND EXCUSS ALL SPELLING AND GRAMMER ERRORS FOR I AM NO GOOD AT EATHER.

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL

FROM: CHICAGONEBANANAS, BOB, AND FRED.