Lilo & Stitch's Christmas Carol
Characters:
Ebenezer Scrooge – Dr. Jacques Von Hamsterviel
Ghost of Christmas Future – Grand Councilwoman
Gentlemen – Draco, Chip, Nosy, and Heckler
Bob Cratchit – Gantu
Gravediggers – Bonnie and Clyde
Chapter 5: The Ghost of Christmas Future
Scrooge sensed a cold presence behind him. He turned around and almost screamed. A tall dark figure was standing there. Scrooge at first thought that Death had come to claim him. He soon recovered from his shock and took a closer look at the Phantom. It was dressed from head to foot in a long black cloak and hood. It had a large pointy collar on its solders. None of its face was visible. Neither was the rest of its body except for a pale outstretched hand. "Are you the Ghost of Christmas Future?" asked Scrooge. The Phantom nodded its head. "You are going to show me things that have yet to be seen, is that right?" Again the Phantom nodded. "Ghost of the Future, I fear you more than any other spirit I have seen. Will you not comfort me?" The Ghost shook its head and pointed its finger towards the horizon. "Lead on, Spirit," said Scrooge and grabbed its cloak.
They found themselves on a street corner. Four gentlemen were conversing; two of them were the ones who asked for a donation at Scrooge's warehouse. "When did he die?" asked one of the gentlemen with an enormous red nose. "Last night I believe," said the skinny gentleman. "What was wrong with him? I thought he would never die," said another gentleman with an orange-tinged face and large teeth. "I think he died of a heart attack," said the stout gentleman. "Are you going to his funeral?" asked the big-nosed gentleman. "I might but I have to be fed if I'm going. But there won't be much a funeral since there aren't going to be many people there," said the big-teethed gentleman. "I might go because I think I was as close to a friend he had. I was probably the only one who talked to him when we met on the streets," said the stout gentleman. "You probably were," agreed the skinny gentleman. The conversation ended and the gentlemen went there separate ways.
Scrooge was puzzled by this conversation. What did it mean to him? Were they talking about Jacob Marley? No, they couldn't have because Marley was of the past and this is the future. "Spirit, before I see my future self let me ask one question; what has become of Tiny Tim." The Ghost led Scrooge to a cemetery. It was a beautiful peaceful place where flowers were grown in memory of the dead. Bob Cratchit was kneeling in front of one of them. Tears were in his eyes as he laid down an object on it and walked away. The object was a tiny crutch and the headstone read, "Timothy Cratchit, Gone but not forgotten."
Scrooge's heart was filled with sorrow at the terrible news. "Spirit, I feel that our time together is almost up. But please tell me, who was that man those gentlemen were talking about?" The Ghost of Christmas Future led Scrooge to another graveyard. But this graveyard was poor; it was crowded by buildings and overrun by weeds. This was a graveyard for the unmourned. They came across two gravediggers filling up a grave. "So who is this guy?" asked one gravedigger with a metal hand. "Some old miser," said the other who was shorter than her partner. "Which old miser," asked the metal-handed gravedigger. "The one we stole his bed curtains from," answered the shorter gravedigger. "Oh yeah, we also got his best shirt and blankets." "Well that's what you get for being greedy," said the short gravedigger. "He was alone when he gaped his last few breaths. Not a friend to comfort him and no tears were shed for him." "He deserves to buried here," said the metal-handed gravedigger. "He sure does," agreed the short gravedigger. To soon finished and left the graveyard.
Scrooge and the Ghost were left standing before the grave of the wretched man who had no friends and had his valuables stolen from him. The Ghost pointed at the headstone: indicating Scrooge to read it. "Before I read that stone tell me this, Spirit," said Scrooge. "Is the future that will happen or might happen." The Ghost didn't move. "Men's actions cause certain ends, but if the actions were changed would the ends be changed?" The Ghost still pointed at the headstone. Scrooge knelt down and read the name on the headstone, "Ebenezer Scrooge." "Am I that man?" asked Scrooge. The Ghost pointed from the headstone to Scrooge and back again. "No Spirit! Please tell me this isn't so!" The Ghost continued to point. "I will change my life! I will change from being the wretched man who came to this!" The Ghost's hand began to tremble. "I will revere the lessons of the Three Ghosts! I will live in the past, present, and future! I will keep the Spirit of Christmas in my heart all year round! Please tell me I can erase the markings on this stone!" The Ghost seemed to fold in on itself. It continued to dwindle until it became a bedpost.