Lilo & Stitch's Christmas Carol
Characters:
Ebenezer Scrooge – Dr. Jacques Von Hamsterviel
Message Boy – Morph
Fred – Pleakley
Donation Gentlemen – Draco and Chip
Bell – Angel
Fezziwig's Son - Stitch
Bob Cratchit – Gantu
Tiny Tim – Experiment 625
Chapter 6: Christmas Day
It was true. It was a bedpost. And it was a bedpost on Scrooge's bed in the present. Scrooge was wide-awake and was well aware it was the present. "I will change my ways! I'll live in the Past, Present, and Future! I'll keep the Spirit of Christmas in my heart all year round!" Scrooge vowed jumping up and down in pure joy. "Oh thank you, Jacob Marley! May you someday have eternal peace!" He got dressed and threw open the window. It was morning and the sunlight danced on the snow. Scrooge was happy, but he didn't know how long he was with the spirits. He looked down and saw a boy walking past his house. He shouted to the boy and immediately got hit in the face with a snowball. Scrooge recognized the boy as the boy he forced to clean his sidewalk a week ago. "I probably deserved that," he chuckled to himself. He leaned out the window and cried, "Hello, my good boy!" "I'm not doing your sidewalk again!" shouted the boy. "I not asking you to do that! Tell me what day is it?" "Today? Why it's Christmas Day of course!" The boy made a cuckoo sign with his finger. Scrooge didn't notice he was jumping again. "It's Christmas Day! I didn't miss it! The Spirits did it in one night!" Scrooge leaned out the window again. "Tell me boy, do you know if they sold the prize turkey at the poultry shop?" "That shop down over there?" asked the boy pointing. "Yes that one!" shouted Scrooge. "What a clever boy," he said to himself. "The one that's this big?" said the boy inflating himself to twice his size. "Yes, yes! Have they sold it?" "No, it's still in the window." "Good! Now listen closely: I want you to go and buy that turkey. Bring to me and I'll pay for it and tell them where to send it. Do this and I'll give you half a crown, in fact do this in less than five minutes and I'll give you a full crown!" The boy moved surprisingly fast for his size. "I'll send to Bob Cratchit anonymously," whispered Scrooge to himself. "He'll have no idea who sent it. Why that turkey's twice the size of Tiny Tim!" The boy soon returned with the poultry man. The turkey was enormous! It looked like it was from the pile of the Food of Generosity Scrooge had seen with the Ghost of Christmas Present. The only way that turkey could have moved its huge body was with its mammoth legs. Scrooge paid for the turkey and sent it to the Cratchits' place. He tipped the boy and went out on to the streets.
He soon met his nephew Fred. "Hello Fred! Merry Christmas!" "Merry Christmas, Uncle Scrooge!" "Say Fred, tell me when is your dinner?" "At 8 o'clock, why do you ask?" "I will be attending along with a few friends of mine." "That's great! Who are your friends?" "I am on my way to meet them. I'll send you a telegram of how many there will be." Scrooge hurried on. He then met the two gentlemen who asked for a donation yesterday. "They must think awful of me. I must change their opinion," he thought. He sped up until he was in front of them. "Good morning gentlemen, Merry Christmas!" "Are you the same Mr. Scrooge we met yesterday?" asked the stout gentleman. "Yes that is me. I hope you got enough money for your charity yesterday." "Well, we didn't make as much as we hoped," said the skinny gentleman. "Let me apologize for the way I behaved yesterday and please except this for the charity," said Scrooge and tossed a bag of coins to the stout gentleman. The gentleman staggered under its weight. "How much is in this bag?" asked the stout gentleman. Scrooge whispered the amount in the gentlemen's ears. "Goodness gracious Mr. Scrooge!" said the skinny gentleman. "Are you serious?" "Yes I am, there's not a shilling less in there." "I-I don't know what to say to generosity!" said the stout gentleman. "Don't say anything please. Just come to dinner with me at my nephew's house. And visit me when you are nearby." Scrooge strolled off leaving the two gentlemen flabbergasted. He came to the house he was seeking. He knocked on the door and was answered by Bell, who was getting on in years but still looked lovely. "Ebenezer Scrooge! Is that you?" said Bell. "Yes it is me, Bell." "What are you doing here?" "It was Christmas Day and I decided to drop by. May I come in?" "Yes you may," said Bell. He was then introduced to Bell's husband, Fezziwig's son and their children. Scrooge then invited them to his nephew's dinner. And it was a lovely dinner. Everyone brought some of their own Christmas dinner to the party and many new acquaintances were made. Scrooge was never at a merrier party.
The next day, Scrooge went to work early. He expected Bob to be late. And he was right. Bob did not arrive until he was eighteen minutes late. When he did arrive he threw his coat and hat onto the hook, sat down at his desk, and started working. "Hello, you smelly overgrown flounder," said Scrooge trying his hardest to sound like his former self. "What do you mean by coming to work at this hour?" "Sir, I can explain," said Bob. "The holiday festivities yesterday were-," "Silence!" interrupted Scrooge. "Come into my office now!" Bob hastily obeyed. "You always give excuses for your work about your family! I have had enough of your begging for forgiveness because of your family's needs! So that is why I am going to give you a raise!" Bob was dumbfounded. He wanted to say, "Who are you and what have you done with the real Ebenezer Scrooge?" but he could not speak. "A Merry Christmas, Bob. A Merry Christmas than I should have given you all these years," said Scrooge. Bob knew there was true sincerity in those words. "And not only am I promoting you, I'm going to help your struggling family. What do you say to that, partner?" "Partner?" repeated Bob. "Yes we will negotiate this afternoon over a bowl of hot port wine. But first, lets but more wood on the fire and warm this place up. In fact, go and buy yourself your own coal bucket and lots of coal. And do that before you dot another i or cross another t, Bob Cratchit."
Scrooge kept his promise and more. He became as good a partner, as good a friend, and as good a neighbor as the city ever knew. And as for Tiny Tim, who did not die and even walked without his crutch again, Scrooge became a second father to him. Scrooge now has many friends and was content. He had no more meetings with spirits, but he always felt their presence in his life. Everyone said that he knew more about the Christmas Spirit than anyone around. And they were probably right. He kept the Christmas Spirit, not just on the holidays, but everyday of the year. And his motto for the rest of his happy life were Tiny Tim's words, "God bless us, everyone!"
Merry Christmas