DISCLAIMER: I decided to do a remaster of one of my old stories this year, with a few updates and additional characters. I'm doing this because I choose to and I'm only giving myself something to do to cope with this entire pandemic. Don't judge me, okay? So anyway, I don't own ROTG, Klaus, Who Framed Roger Rabbit?, Frozen, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, or anything else other than my OCs. Enjoy it if you'd like or not. Either way, Merry Christmas!

CAST:
Angus Black (My OC) as the Grinch
Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians as Cindy Lou Who
Hans Westergaard from Frozen as Mayor Augustus May Who
Jessica Rabbit from Who Framed Roger Rabbit? as Martha May Whovier
Jesper Johansson from Klaus as Lou Lou Who
Alva from Klaus as Betty Lou Who
Duke of Wesleton from Frozen as Whobris
Slash (OC) as Max the Dog
Kristoff from Frozen and Eugene Fitzherbert from Tangled as Drew and Stu Lou Who
Flora, Fauna and Merryweather from Sleeping Beauty as the Grinch's caretakers
Chief Seris (OC) as Chief Wholihan

EXTRAS:
Maria Posada from The Book of Life
Manolo Sanchez from The Book of Life
Joaquin Mondragon from The Book of Life
Márgu from Klaus

NARRATOR: Inside a snowflake
like the one on your sleeve,
there happened a story
you must see to believe.

It was snowing beautifully on a cold, wintry, December night. The breeze blows through a blizzard as it falls, taking all the snow along with it. On the inside of one particular snowflake, there is a vast variety of clouds and crystalized formations. Going past the large clouds, there is a large, snowy, mountainous region, much similar to the Himalayas. Here in the mountains of Marsoons, it was the coldest time of year. Colder than ever before as it was centered in the Arctic Circle, of course. There was one mountain that was practically bigger than the rest and below that mountain laid a quiet and cute small town known as Toonville.

Way up in the mountains,
in the high range of Marsoons
lay the small town of Toonville,
the home of the Toons.

Dr. Seuss's How Angus Black Stole Christmas!

It was Christmas in the town of Toonville and each and every one of the townsfolk was absolutely thrilled of the holiday season. The people were as busy as they always are each year on the holidays. Shopping, decorating, setting up their tree and all that. Toonville was so-called because everyone was a quite lively and had an energetic sense of hope and joy, in which a citizen of Toonville was called a "Toon". In this small town, nothing can be denied that Christmas was the most amazing time of year for the good people. As of now, most of the townsfolk were carried a large stack of presents in their arms, leading marching bands, putting up Christmas lights and decorations and so forth. If anyone knew how to get into the Christmas spirit, it was the Toons themselves. You'll never walk a mile down the square in this quaint little village without finding a wreath on one's front door, or someone's house dressed comfortably with colorful lights.

Ask any Toon,
and they'll have this to say,
"There is no place like Toonville
around Christmas Day."

Every window was flocked,
every lamppost was dressed,
and the Toonville band marched
in their Christmasy best.

The marching band marched through the streets, performing their Christmas pride and musical tune. They had passed a few passing citizens, some wishing them a Merry Christmas. A tuba player, as he was playing his tuba, a smaller version of himself crawled out of the tuba playing a high-pitched tone. The tuba player got annoyed and ended up sucking the smaller one in.

Labor Day was fine
and Easter was pleasant,
and every St. Patrick's Day,
they ate every green pheasant.

But every Toon knew
from their toes to their snout,
they loved Christmas the most
without a single Toon doubt.

At a local shopping market, like you'd expect, the place was completely crowded with customers doing their Christmas shopping. And by that, that means that store is the busiest of all. One frantic consumer after another charging in through those doors, hunting after gifts for their loved ones. Within hours or perhaps minutes, shelves everywhere would be cleaned out faster that the pipe line in the sewers. A man at the cash register was cashing people's products one by one.

"Schlesinger's welcomes you!" The cashier told a customer as she paid for her things, while other desperate customers were waiting for their turn, some even resort to try and cut in line if they needed to.

"Merry Christmas!" He said and pressed the buttons on his cash register. "Thank you for shopping at Schlesinger's."

Somewhere else in the store, in the middle of the massively-growing crowd of crazed holiday shoppers, there stood a petite light blonde-haired man named Jesper Johansson-Frost who was looking over the long list of things to buy for his relatives. There wasn't much, to tell the truth, but all the work and effort should be worthwhile.

"Okay, so we got a trombone for your brother Kristoff and a saxophone for your brother Eugene, a telescope for your uncle, a hat for your aunt and a CD for your cousin, Leo." Jesper read through the list, blindly meandering his way through the crowd. "So we just need-Jack?"

He looked around for his son to notice he got too distracted that he lost sight of him.

"Jack Frost? Where are you? Oh."

To his relief, there was a boy carrying a huge stack of large gifts in his arms, which were nearly too big for his tiny little arms to manage. Jesper carefully pushed his way through to reach him. "Jack Frost, son?" He removed the present from the middle to see his boy's face. A young 10-year old hair with dark brown shaggy hair and freckles named Jack, Jesper's youngest son.

"Hey, Dad?" Jack asked.

"Yeah?"

"Isn't this like a little too much?" The boy asked with a discernible wince on his face as it looked like he was ready to drop everything since carrying all that load was making his arms weak. "My arms are getting tired."

"Well, this is what Christmas is all about." Jesper reminded him, though not understanding his son's point. "Don't you feel it?"

Jack could only shrug in response. There was a time when he used be excited about Christmas when he was younger, but nowadays, he honestly wasn't so sure anymore. Everywhere he looks, every single year, shopping stores overflowing with frantic Christmas shoppers, houses over-decorated with lights and ornaments, classic Christmas movies being played on television on demand and your average Christmas music blaring over the speakers like "Jingle Bell Rock" or "Do You See What I See?". The boy was beginning to think people are starting to loose sight of the true spirit and meaning of Christmas.

"I'll go ahead and take those of your hand. Cut ya some slack." Jesper offered, taking the load of gifts from his son before handing him the shopping list. "Hold that. I'll see if I can find a shopping cart. Don't move a muscle."

After his father had taken off, Jack stood still in his spot with the list of names crossed out on his hand. All of the sudden, he felt a tap on his shoulder and he looked to see Maria Posada standing there. The young Latina girl he knew from school with dark chestnut hair in little braids and adorned in a red coat with white fur trim and red earmuffs. She has been closest friends with Jack.

"Hey, Jack!" She greeted cheerfully.

"Maria! What are you doing here?" asked Jack with much surprise.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm Christmas shopping with my mamá." Maria explained with sigh. "We've only just arrived and I can see it's already a circus in this place."

"Well, me and my dad are just finishing up our shopping." replied Jack, showing her the list. "As you can see here."

"Better you than me." Maria giggled.

"And we'll be getting the lights up on the house." Jack prattled.

"Didn't you guys already do that?"

"My mom wants to put up more." sighed Jack, rolling his eyes. "She'll be participating in the Christmas lights contest again. So competitive as usual."

"Oh, right. Of course." laughed Maria, shaking her head.

"Mija!" shouted the distressed voice of Maria's mother, who came looking for her, shooting her daughter a strict frown and grabbing her hand. "There you are. I told you not to wander off. Hola, Jack. Come on, Maria. We have shopping to do."

"Bye, Jack!" Maria called out before getting dragged away.

"See ya." Jack called back as he went back to find his father. Hopefully, he had found a shopping cart by now. Back at the cash register, the shoppers were becoming too much to handle, almost starting to form a riot.

"Merry Christmas!" The cashier said, starting to run out of breath from serving the large amount of customers. "Wait! Don't forget your change!"

Outside, near the town center, on a clocktower that showed how much time was left before Christmas, the clock changed to 3 Days, 27 Hours and 33 Minutes. The clock bell tones, catching the people's attention.

"Another minute closer to Christmas!" The man on the tower shouted to the townspeople.

"And, for the next five minutes, only 99% off!" An elderly salesman shouted to the folks and with that, the whole crowd rushed to him.

In the middle of the Toonville town center, a large Christmas tree stood in place, beautifully decorated to perfection. The only thing left was the tree topper. A man was lifted up to the very top with a large star in his hands and once he reached the top, he places the star right on the tip, lighting up and finishing the tree.

Yes. Every Toon down in Toonville
liked Christmas a lot.
But a man named Angus Black,
who lived just north of Toonville, did not.

On the large mountain above the town known as Mt. Krumpit, from inside the darkness of a mountain cave, two pairs of long, pale, fingers with talon-like fingernails gently gripped of the handles of a device which was used to see trespassers. Through an eyepiece that shot out of the snow from the ledge of a rocky enclave in the high mountain, a group of four teenagers; Jack's older brothers, Kristoff and Eugene, and their respective girlfriends, Anna and Anna were rushing up the mountain.

"Get on it, girls!" Kristoff shouted excitedly as they hiked up the mountain. "All the good mistletoe's at the top!"

"Hey, dude!" His brother, Eugene, shouted with glee while chasing after him to keep up. "I'll race you!"

"Not if I race you first!" Kristoff shouted back. "Last one on the top is a stinky old reindeer!"

After a short while, they all stopped when the girls did, who were both starting to have second thoughts about being up here to being with as it was not safe for them there climbing Mt. Krumpit, the humble territory of he-who-should-not-be-named. As a matter of fact, Rapunzel was starting to get a little skittish herself.

"Guys, where are we? Maybe we should go back." Rapunzel said logically.

"What?" The brothers chuckled.

"You're scared of Black!" Eugene mocked his girlfriend tauntingly.

"No!" Rapunzel shook her head in denial, even though she actually was, but refused to show it. Chuckling at her mousiness, Kristoff hopped down to mock her even further by going over the story of said individual, hoping for a reaction out of her.

"They say he lives up here in a big cave and he only comes down when he's hungry for the taste of...HUMAN FLESH!" Kristoff said teasingly and shouted the last part, scaring the living crap out of Rapunzel.

"Oh, Kristoff!" The blonde girl whacked him in anger and the boys ran up the pile of rocks with the girls catching up.

"You're scared of Black! You're scared of Black!" The boy called out, mocking the girls.

From inside the cave, an alarm went off, signaling the approach of an intruder and the teen's voices were heard of a speaker, alerting whoever lived inside of the cave of the delinquent youths' unexpected and uninvited presence. Outside, the teens got further up and suddenly froze in their tracks and their lively faces of mischief turned into that of pure terror. The brothers stood quivering with fear, eyes widened, lips parted as the gazed upon the tell-tale door that lead to the forbidden home of he who despises the joyful holiday of Christmas, Angus Black. Kristoff and Eugene were beginning to have second thoughts about this and had the right mind to just turn around right now and leave without a glance back, but being the tough older brothers, they bravely, though reluctantly, decided to proceed with this impulsive act.

Impatient, Rapunzel urged the two anxiously, hiding her own fear being a mask, "Well, go on! Touch it! Touch the door!" She gave Eugene a small flirty smile as if to bride him further. "Do it for me, Eugene."

He nodded to her while still shivering along with his brother from both the cold and from the frightful thought of disturbing the most feared man ever to exist in their time. Ever so slowly, the brothers tip-toed closer to the door. Baby steps and whimpers, the two got even closer as the girls watched them with baited breath, hiding behind the edge of the small cliff, preparing for anything. Finally, Kristoff and Eugene got close enough and Kristoff hesitantly reach out a shaking hand to grab the knob and was inches away from opening the door. However, before he could even get near the knob, the door immediately flung itself open and the teens were met with a menacingly animalistic growl and came face to face with red glowing eyes in the darkness along with the sharp teeth of a monster as it roared and started for them.

Words could not even begin to describe the terror gripping their bodies as the brothers screamed at the top of their lungs, colors drained from their numb faces and jumped back as they ran for their lives, diving off the cliff as the girls watched in horror. Kristoff and Eugene ran so fast that they started to roll down the slippery, snowy hill with Rapunzel and Anna tumbling down close behind them as they shrieked bloody-murder. The monster, on the other hand, was merely a mechanical decoy designed by Angus Black and his dog, Slash, was controlling it and barking into a tube in the back, making his barks come out as deep-pitched snarls to make the decoy more believable; the contraption built and used to scare away intruders.

"Well done, Slash!" Called out the voice of the man known simply as Angus Black from inside the cave.

This man was infamous for hating the cheerful, ever-so-loved holiday of Christmas, in stark contrast to the Toons of Toonville. Long ago when he was about a youth, he ran away from Toonville to fend for himself in the icy wilderness and eventually made his habitat inside the cave on the top of Mt. Krumpit. He goes by other names, such as "He Who Does Not Like Christmas" or "The Man in the Snow". The latter, because he had spend his entire life in the bitter cold inside a cave in only a tattered pair of black pants. Rumors insisted that he was immune to the cold and lived off a diet of disgusting foods and vegetables and even some indigestible items like glasses, etc. From within the darkness of his cavernous home, Angus damaged through his pile of smelly vegetables and rotten fruits while grumbling to himself about the Toons.

"Serves them right, those Yuletide-loving, sickly sweet, nog-sucking cheer mongers!"

After looking through a mess of rotted fruits and other gross foods on the table, he grabbed a measly onion and held it close to his mouth.

"I really don't like them. Mm-mm. No I don't." He said to himself as he took a bite out of the foul-smelling vegetable, revealing his rows of dangerously sharp, yellow molars. "SLASH!"

The dog in question whimpered once his master shouted his name.

"Get my cloak!" ordered Angus as he made his way out the open door to get a look at the town far below. "I've been much to tolerant for these juvenile delinquents and their innocent, victimless pranks."

Angus viewed the town from above as he rubbed the onion on his underarms as a sort of deodorant before tossing it away.

"So they want to get to know me do they?" He asked to no one in particular. "They want to spend a little quality time with Mr. Black?"

Whipping his head around, he is shown with alabaster white skin, paler than a ghost, with some veins revealed on some parts of his body as well as some access frost and ice, barely visible. He was also somewhat skinny with his ribcage and other bones showing, but still remained strong. His jet black, messy hair dancing on the whistling wind. In fact, his hair had grown long and unkempt from his years of self-isolation that he nearly touched the ground and he had a beard that was grown out as well, scraggly and messy, haven't been shaved at all. He never even trimmed his finger or toenails either, though he does keep them filed every now and them.

"I guess I could you a little...social interaction." He decided before a wicked, twisted cartoon of a smile form on his light blue frozen lips with devious thoughts on his mind.