Chapter 6
Yo-Kai Watch Christmas Carol
It was a beautiful day at the old Sakura Town. Snows covered every rooftop and the air was cold, but people were warm in heart and joyful. It was Christmas Eve. The carolers sang, and the donations were made everywhere. It was a wonderful time for everyone….Well, everyone except for one person.
A young man in a black coat, hat, and walking cane walked down the streets.
The people who noticed him moved to the side, not saying any holiday greeting to him or even a simple "hello". When the carolers saw him, they sang as low as possible, so that he wouldn't hear them. This young lad was Ken Scrooge, a young, successful man who is the owner of the accounting house and he was not the jolliest person in the town.
In a matter of fact, he hated Christmas.
"Bah-humbug," he mumbled.
He approached closer to his business house until he was stopped by some donatees. They were Blizzaria, Dremona, Arachnus, and Toadal Dude.
"Hi, sir," Blizzaria greeted joyfully. "We're donatees for the homeless shelters!"
"That's right, gecko!" Toadal Dude stated. "We're collecting some donations to help to provide warm foods and shelters for the homeless."
"Even just a small amount is appreciated," Arachnus added.
"Um...Please...help us please?" Dremona asked shyly.
"Y'all are asking me to give some of my money to someone who has no food or shelter?" Ken Scrooge questioned.
The four Yokai nodded, though Dremona nodded slowly and nervously.
"Well, then I say...bah-hambug to you all!" Ken Scrooge groaned. "Why would I give money to someone or somebody who doesn't work or even put an effort to get something useful for their life?! Get out of my way!"
Ken Scrooge pushed the four Yokai donatee and then went on his way.
"Well, that was cold," Blizzaria remarked.
"Yeah, gecko! What's his problem?" Toadal Dude mumbled.
"Let's just keep going and ask someone else," Arachnus said.
"Um, OK," Dremona agreed.
Ken Scrooge entered his accounting house and when he did, the bell attached to the door rang to tell that someone came in.
"Oh, hi sir! Good morning, sir." His employee greeted. This was Keita Cratchit, Ken Scrooge's most loyal, humble, and average employee. "Hey! I am not average!"
"Bah-humbag! You are an average, you fool!" Ken Scrooge scolded him.
"Yes sir," Keita complied sadly.
"Anyhow, how is the paperwork?" Ken questioned as he was taking off his coat, hat, and gloves.
"Oh, yes sir! It is going well, sir. It should be done by the end of today," Keita said.
"Good. This time of year is busy, busy making money and I want to start off well for the next year before this old year ends," Ken said.
"Yes, sir! You are right, sir!" Keita agreed forcefully.
"Just get back to work," he ordered.
For the rest of the day until 6 in the evening, they worked and worked and never talked with each other again.
The closing hour arrived as the coo-coo clock went off, telling that it was.
Keita Cratchit knocked the door to Ken Scrooge's office.
"Umm, Mr. Scrooge," Ken said.
"Hmm? What is it?" He asked as he was counting a big pile of coins.
"It's closing time, sir. I will be leaving now," he said.
"Oh yes. So it is. Well, get going then. Stay warm and see you tomorrow," Ken replied.
"Um sir, but tomorrow is Christmas. We're off tomorrow," he stated.
"What did you say?" He asked, looking very serious.
"I said that tomorrow is off. It's Christmas Day, sir," he replied, though feeling a bit afraid.
"So you're saying that tomorrow is off just because it is Christmas Day?" Ken questioned as he got off his seat and began walking around Keita, like a shark surrounding its prey in the cage.
"Um, that's right, sir," Keita replied nervously.
"But from what I said, I specifically said I will see you tomorrow, and you know the rule that whatever I say is absolute," Ken said.
"Um, yes sir," Keita nodded.
"Then, tomorrow is not off and I said I will see you tomorrow, Mr. Cratchit. Do you understand what I am saying to you?" He asked with a serious tone.
"Yes sir," Keita complied, giving in to his boss' order.
"Good, Mr. Cratchit. I will see you in the morning and say hi to your wife for me, too when you get back home. You are dismissed," he declared.
"Goodnight...sir," Keita said as he closed the door. Before he did, he was going to speak out something, but seeing how busy his boss was, he decided not to and just left.
Later that evening, it was 8 pm. Ken Scrooge closed his accounting house for the night and headed to home.
"Cabbie!" He shouted, catching the attention of a cabbie. The cabbie was none other than Komasan.
"Good evening, sir. Would you like to go?" Komasan asked.
"777 Wither Street and step on it!" He ordered.
"Yes sir," Komansan commanded his house to move, heading their way to Ken Scrooge's house. They arrived at his home in short notice. His house was a third-floor building, and he owned it. It was a lavish, red brick house with beautiful white ivory for the windows and doors.
As Ken Scrooge was going to pay to Cabbie Komasan, the driver himself stopped him and said, "No need, sir. It is in the house due to the holiday. Merry Christmas!"
Komasan went on his way, but Ken Scrooge sneered at him and said, "Bah-hambug!"
"That young fellow sure looks a nice fellow, but little grumpy," Komasan remarked. Even in this version, Komansan was still a lovable, clueless Yokai.
At the front door, a single ghost Yokai maid was waiting for Ken Scrooge.
"Welcome back, Young Master. Allow me to get your coat off and your bag, too," she said as she did that for him.
"Today's dinner is roasted pheasant with mashed potato, and the cup of hot cocoa," she said.
"Good, good," Ken Scrooge said carelessly as he sat down at the long dinner table. There was only one chair at the table just for him.
"It sure is a cold night on this Christmas Eve this year, don't you think, Young Master?" She asked.
"Yes, I guess so," he replied.
Yuray looked her young master with a glum face but kept her composure.
"Young Master Scrooge, I got a call from your dear cousin, Mistress Mika and she's asking if you would like..."
"The answer is no, Yuray," he replied, interrupting her. "For a million and dozen time, I don't want to come to her crazy, ridiculous Christmas party and please tell her that this is my final answer to her inquiry!"
"But sir, it would a good change for you and your time for the holiday," she suggested.
"No, Yuray! I prefer to do things I always do around this time of year. That is work and counting my profit! Unless that lunatic cousin of mine wants to talk about accounting, then I would gladly listen to her, but if she talks about Christmas or any other things, then I say as always, 'Bah-humbug'! Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir. I will contact her immediately and let her know your answer," Yuray complied sadly.
Later that night, Ken Scrooge sat on his nice, comfy sofa chair near the fireplace. He looked over at the large portrait of his family and himself when he was a child. His father wore his military uniform while his mother dressed in her finest dress.
Ken Scrooge looked sad the portrait and sighed with a depressing tone. That was when the clock went off, declaring that it was bedtime.
"It's time for bed, Young Master Scrooge," Yuray said.
"Yes, yes," he replied calmly as he walked up the stair with his maid.
Ken Scrooge tucked himself into bed with Yuray on his side.
"If you ever need me, I will be right downstairs," she said.
"Yes. Thanks, Yuray. I need my sleep now. You are dismissed," he said as he drifted into sleep.
Yuray watched over her young master sleeping peacefully in bed. She looked sad, but gave a slight smile and said, "Oh, my lord, could my master ever find happiness again like before? Would his past kindness ever return? If only some Christmas miracle happens."
She closed the door and leaving her master to sleep in his bed. Everything became quiet…. Until there was a strange, rattling noise.
Ken Scrooge woke up by the noise, which bothered him.
"Yuray, is that you?" He asked.
The noise was getting louder.
"I command you to stop that!" He ordered, but the noise was just getting louder and louder.
"Yuray, this is not funny! Stop it!" Ken Scrooge shouted, but also becoming worried and bit afraid.
He felt something was wrong as the noise was getting closer and closer.
"Wooooooo..." A voice howled.
"Who said that?" He questioned with fear in his eyes.
Just then, a phantom walked through the door. It was Manjimutt with iron chains and locks on him.
"Waaaaaahhhh! A ghost!" Ken Scrooge screamed.
"Aaaaaahhh!" The ghost screamed until he tripped himself and the chain on him hit over his face. "Ouch!"
An awkward silence occurred between them. Ken Scrooge looked unsure and went over to the fallen phantom.
"Umm….Are you alright?" He asked.
Suddenly, Manjimutt got up and said, "Ken Scrooooooooogeee!"
"Wah! Who...Who are you?!" He questioned.
"Why, it is me, Ken Scrooge! Manjimutt!" Manjimutt greeted jolly.
"Manjimutt? Manjimutt!" He realized him. "But how is that possible? You're supposed to be...be...well deceased!"
"Well, I am still, but I came here to warn you, Ken Scrooge!" Manjimutt pointed at him with his strong, ghost-like tone.
"Warn me?! Warn me about what?" He asked.
"That you must change your ways," Manjimutt said.
"My ways? What the heck do you mean? I don't understand," he responded.
"You must change your ways to be kinder and politer to others, like how you used to be," Manjimutt warned. "For you see, three spirits of Christmas will come and visit you tonight. Each spirit will teach you a lesson, and if you don't learn and change your way, then a terrible consequence will await you after you are visited by the third spirit!"
"Are you kidding me? In the middle of the night of all time?!" He said.
"They work only at midnight," Manjimutt admitted. A "ba-dum" sound was made by a random drummer, who happened to be Komajiro.
"Now, it's time for me to go back to where I must return to. Be warned, Ken Scrooge. Be waarrrrnnned….aaaaaahhh!" Manjimutt fell over the stair until a large crash was head when he hit the bottom floor.
"I'm okay..." He moaned.
Ken Scrooge rolled his eyes but was worried about what Manjimutt, his former deceased business partner said. However, he changed his mind, thinking that this was just his dream. So he returned to his bed and went back to sleep.
Just then, the clock went off. All hands pointed at 12, midnight. That was when the windows opened by itself, bringing in the cold winter air.
"Brrr! Someone close the windows!" Ken Scrooge bickered as he closed the windows.
"Hello." He jumped in fright when a voice spoke to him. He turned around to see the first Spirit of Christmas who just arrived.
"My name is Purangel and I am the Spirit of Christmas Past," Purangel introduced as she bowed to him.
"Why, you really did come!" He gasped.
"Of course I did, silly little boy!" Purangel pinched Ken Scrooge's cheeks. "Now, how about let's get going?"
"Going where?" He asked.
"To your past, of course. Come on!" She grabbed by his hand and opened the windows by using her power.
"Wait! Hold on! I don't even have my coooooaaat!" He screamed, but to Purangel, it was a deaf tone.
They flew high over the town. The winds didn't bother them somehow, but the height was very surprising as Ken Scrooge now didn't want to let go.
They landed and stopped at some building with lights still turned on.
"Where are we? What is this place?" He asked.
"Don't you remember?" She said. "Why don't you take a look closer?"
Ken Scrooge went up to the window and looked into it.
"Wait a second. I know this place! This is Mr. Feezibloom's accounting office!" He said as he looked at the hanging sign over the door. "We really went into the past..."
"That's right and this is the Christmas party he hosted at his office many years ago, where you participated, too," Purangel said.
"Oh yes. That's right. I did indeed," he remembered as he watched the party.
He saw Mr. Feezibloom (played by Elder Bloom) dancing joyfully with his lovely secretary, Insomi. There were many guests, people, and Yokai alike. Violeton was playing his violin, Robonyan on the piano, and Beautiusa for the vocal.
"What a fun party it sure was," Purangel commented.
"Yes, it really was," Ken sighed. "Hey, wait, is that me over there?"
He pointed to the young boy sitting alone at the table, just watching everyone else having fun.
"That's right. It is you when you were just an innocent kid. Your mother bought you to this party to make some new friends and you were also inspired by Mr. Feezibloom. He is the one who invited you and your mother, and he is your inspiration for you to be the accountant," Purangel explained.
"That's right. I remember and if my memory serves correctly, then this day is when I met….her!" He pointed to the young, but the older girl who was walking over to young Ken.
"Hello, a young boy," the young lady greeted. "What's your name?"
"My name is Ken, Ken Scrooge," he greeted back nervously.
"My name is Minnie. That's a sweet name but I will just call you Ken, OK, Ken?" She said. "Come on. Why don't you dance with me?"
"What?" He responded, but he said anything more, she already dragged him to the dance floor and they began dancing.
"I don't know how to dance," he said.
"Don't worry. Just follow after me," she whispered as she was holding him tight.
The present Ken Scrooge watched his younger self, enjoying with his founded new friend.
"Minnie is your first friend, wasn't she?" Purangel asked.
"Yes, she was. Since then, she came to see me like almost every day and watched over me whenever my mother was busy. She was...dear to me," Ken Scrooge admitted.
"But that all changed when you took over your mother's accounting business three years ago," Purangel said as the scene changed. Now they were witnessing the terrible event.
"Hello, Ken. How are you doing?" Minnie asked him, who was counting his coin as stacks of coins towered over him which hid his face.
"Say, why don't you and I go outside and take some fresh air? You've been working hard, so it would be nice to get out. How about it?" She suggested.
"196...197…..Oh, yeah. Whatever. I am busy with counting these coins, Minnie. Why don't you ask someone else to go with you and do whatever you want to do," he replied.
His words shocked Minnie, and she felt upset. "Well….That's fine. I will be leaving now, Ken Scrooge. Good day!"
Minnie walked out the door and slammed it hard that it caused the stacks of coins to fell. The past Ken gasped and then sighed and said, "198."
"And there she goes. Never coming back to you since then or even say hi to you," Purangel said.
"Don't remind me this, OK," Ken shrugged. "I...I was just busy that time, OK!"
"Yes, you were, but even if you were, you should've at least pay some attention to her. Did you know that this day was the day before she left for America?" Purangel asked.
"Really? I didn't know that," he said.
"That's because she was going to say it to you this day if you have listened to you, but you didn't. You rudely responded to her and denied her request impolitely. This was the day when you started becoming greedy," Purangel explained.
"Well...I...I...She could've said it to me before this happened!" He argued.
"Whatever you say, pal, but the past is the past and that reflects who you are now and what you will be if you act like who you are now. I hope you learn from it," Purangel said as everything became snowy white.
"Hey, wait! Where are you going? Come back, come back!" He shouted until he could open his eyes again, noticing that he was back in his bedroom.
"Oh, another terrible dream," he said. "I think I need some medication. Oh, Yuray! Bring me some medication!"
"Hey, soldier!" Ken stopped and turned his eye to see a giant man in green fur-lined clothes and a brown beard. He also had a holly wreath set on his head.
"Who are you? And how did you come into my room or even my home?" He asked.
"Your home?" The giant man said, who was Sargent Burly. "I invited you to come in and know me better, and that is kind of attitude you're giving me. Give me twenty, soldier!"
"What? Why I won't..."
"I say, GIVE ME TWENTY!" Sargent Burly commanded him as he snapped his finger, making Ken do twenty push-ups automatically.
"Hey! What's! Going! On!" He said as he pushed up himself twenty times.
"I'm the Spirit of Christmas Present, soldier and I'm here to show you what people today think of you behind your back," Sargent Burly said as he took a bite of the chicken leg with one hand while using a dumbbell with his other hand.
"Why?" Ken said as he panted from the push-up he was forced to do.
"Follow me, soldier!" The giant Sargent Burly opened the rooftop, changing his size into a bigger giant. He grabbed Ken, like Kong grabbing a lady in distress.
"Where are you taking me?" Ken asked demanding.
"Something you should see right now," Sargent Burly said. "We're here!"
The first place they visited was his cousin, Mika's place. She was getting ready for the Christmas party.
"The Christmas party is almost ready," Mika exclaimed. "Though, too bad my cousin, Ken Scrooge couldn't come this year again… He's a bit of Scrooge anyway, but I hope he's doing well and maybe his mother can come home this time on time for Christmas."
Hearing that made Ken felt sad and surprised. He didn't know how his cousin felt about him.
"Let's go to the next one, soldier!" Sargent Burly grabbed Ken and they headed off to the next house.
He put down Ken and showed him that they were the Cratchit's house. It was a small house with only two floors. He looked into the windows and saw that there were many types of furniture, like a sofa or even enough chair at a dining table.
"What is this place? This place looks like a poor house!" Ken commented.
"That's because it is a poor house, liven by your employee and his lovely family," Sargent Burly, the Spirit of Christmas Present said, pointing back to the window.
"Honey, kids, I'm home!" Keita Cratchit arrived with a shopping bag.
"Mommy, daddy's back," Lasagnyan, their daughter said.
"Indeed he's back," Whisper, their eldest son said.
"Welcome back home, dear," Fumika added, as she was playing the role of the mother, Mrs. Cratchit.
"Father is back?" The voice from upstairs spoke up. Down the stair, he came was a little cat Yokai, Jibanyan as the role of Tiny Tim. He woke with a walking stick.
"What's the matter with that lad?" Ken Scrooge asked.
"Oh, that's Tiny Tim, the youngest son of the Cratchit and he is ill, very ill," Sargent Burly explained.
"Is it serious?" He asked, which the spirit nodded in response without any words. "Oh..."
"Dear, you bought a chicken?" The mother asked.
"Yes, my dear. I know it is just an average chicken, but hey, it's Christmas you know and it is the best chicken we could ever have," Keita stated.
"I will cook it right away," Fumika said as she began cooking.
Jibanyan as Tiny Tim walked over to his father and sat next to him.
"So, honey, did you ask Mr. Scrooge about the bonus?" She asked.
Keita looked displeased and sad when she said that to him.
"Unfortunately, I couldn't and even if I did, he won't listen. He is just that kind of man," Keita said sadly.
"But you could've still asked him at least once. It wouldn't hurt to try," Fumika stated.
"You're right. I will tell him tomorrow. He told me that we have to work tomorrow, too," he admitted.
"On Christmas Day? Oh my..." Fumika was a bit surprised.
"You work hard, daddy. When I get better, I will help you and mommy when I get a job," Tiny Tim Jibanyan said.
Keita smiled and said, "Thank you, Tiny Tim Jibanyan. That's a wonderful idea."
Ken Scrooge looked down on himself. He couldn't believe what kind of stuff in life that his employee was going through right now, especially the well-being of his youngest son.
"Now you know, eh, soldier? If you knew this now, you would've made Mr. Cratchit here a better man, living in a better house for his family and himself, enough foods, and even presents or two but you sir have treated him low, only using him for your own selfish greed and not paying him enough," Sargent Burly claimed.
"I...I just didn't know but now I know and….hey, where did you go?" He looked around.
"Sorry, pal, but I have to go now! The present is passing by and I got to move on. You better take my word for it or else you will learn a horrible price!" He could only hear Sargent Burly's voice as the winds picked up.
"Come back! Please! I get it! I am a horrible person! That's what you and that spirit of past want to teach me, right? I learned my lesson! I don't see anything else anymore!" Ken shouted.
Just then, a black smoke puffed out of nowhere and out came a shadowy, black hooded figure. This figure had his true face hidden, only revealing his hand.
"Who are you?" He asked, feeling scared in the presence of this third ghostly figure. "Are you another Spirit of Christmas?"
The hooded figure nodded vertically, indicating that his answer was 'yes'.
"Then, you must be the Spirit of Christmas Future then?" Ken asked.
The figure responded in the same fashion.
"Then, what kind of future you would show me then?" Ken asked afraid.
The figure pointed, making him look to see that they were now at a cemetery.
It was dark and misty, so you could barely see some of the gravestones. Together with the spirit, Ken Scrooge walked slowly with the nerve-wreck look.
"Where are you taking me to?" He asked the spirit.
The spirit pointed to a direction that made him look yonder. He noticed familiar faces. It was the Cratchit family, but they were moaning over a single gravestone on the hill.
Ken Scrooge took a look closer and wondered why they were moaning for he feared the worse.
"No, it can't be! Tiny Tim, is he?" He turned to the spirit, which is only nodded in response.
"But he's only just a child! A young boy, just too young to go! Can you do something about it?" Ken Scrooge pleaded.
The spirit didn't respond as he just looked at Ken Scrooge with an empty stare.
The Cratchit family walked down the hill, with father, Ken Cratchit holding his son's walking stick. He decided to leave it next to his son's gravestone and then left.
"Poor Tiny Tim..." Ken Scrooge said.
The Spirit then showed another gravestone to him. He looked and his face turned from sadness to fear. The gravestone the spirit showed had his name on it.
"What's the meaning of this?!" He questioned.
"Oh, boo-hoo, hoo! Now it's your turn, Mr. Scrooge! This is Sparta!" The Spirit of Christmas Future revealed to be Dramaniac, acting dramatically as he kicked his chest, making him fall into the grave.
"Aaah!" Ken grabbed a root and hanged on. At the bottom of the hole was a fiery pit as he could hear monstrous, evil laughs.
"No! Please! I can't die! I beg of you, please!" He pleaded.
"Sorry, pal, but your time is up!" Dramaniac stated as he gave an evil laugh (though it was only an act).
"Nooo! I promise! I will change! I will be good from now on!" Ken yelled.
"Well, why didn't you say so?" Dramaniac replied in a kinder, normal tone as he then snapped his finger.
Next thing Ken Scrooge knew, he was back in his bedroom with sheets covering over him.
"Mmf! Mmf!" He struggled.
Just then, Yuray came into his room and saw him in trouble.
"Oh! Young Master Scrooge!" Yuray screamed as she helped him with the sheet. "Are you alright?"
"I...I..." Ken Scrooge looked around, realizing that he was back in reality which bought smile to his face. "I never felt better, Yuray!"
"Umm….OK," she replied. She was surprised and almost speechless to see her young master actually smiling.
"Yuray, what day is it?" Ken asked.
"Um, well, Young Master, it is Christmas Day," she answered.
"Exactly! Quick! Call my cousin and tell her to bring the party here!" He ordered. "Also, we must go to every store and buys as many toys as possible!"
"Young Master…. Are you alright?" She asked worriedly.
Just as she was told, she called Ken Scrooge's cousin, Mika, to bring the Christmas party, which she was delighted to the idea and decided to move her party to Ken's house. While the party was being prepared, Ken went all over the town to buy as many toys as possible. Even though it was Christmas Day and most stores were closed, he had his way to buy things (thanks to his abundant supply of cash).
"Thank you and Merry Christmas, clerk!" He closed the door while carrying a huge sack of toys and gifts. Just then, he noticed the four donatees, Blizzaria, Arachnus, Toadal Dude, and Dremona. "Hey, you four!"
"Uh oh! It's the grumpy dude, Scrooge!" Toadal Dude warned.
"Wait up. Here, I want to donate this to you as an apology for my rudeness yesterday," he said, giving them all the money he had with him, which was a bag that may have weighed about a pound.
"Whhhaaaaatt?!" Dremona gasped as this was the first time she said something very loud. "Are you sure, sir?"
"Positively, lass! That's all the money I have and it should cover the foods and shelters for every homeless," Ken said. "Well, I got to get going now and Merry Christmas to you all!"
The four stared in surprise as they watched Ken Scrooge walking down the street all joyfully and even skipping happily. The next place Ken Scrooge came was the front door of Cratchit's house.
He fixed his hat and necktie and put his usual grumpy, mean facial expression. He knocked the door.
"Oh, I wonder who it is," Mrs. Cratchit said as she walked over to the door. She opened it and gasped to see who it was.
"Oh, Mr. Scrooge, what a surprise! Please come in," she offered.
"Thank you, Madam," he said. The children stopped whatever they were doing and looked at the scary man.
"Oh, hi, sir!" Keita Cratchit greeted. "I didn't expect you to come and visit, sir. Is there something I can fancy you?"
"No, I don't need anything of that," he announced as he put down the sack of toys.
Tiny Tim Jibanyan walked over to the sack of toys and was curious to know what was inside it.
"I am here because I have something to…."
"A toy!" Tiny Tim Jibanyan shouted. "This big bag has a bunch of toys!"
"What? Toys? Really?" Keita Cratchit questioned.
"As I was saying, yes, it is toys!" Ken Scrooge said excitedly. "I bought all the toys I can find in the town, and they are all for your children, Cratchit my boy!"
"Sir, is this really true? These toys are for my children?" Keita asked.
"What are you? Deaf, boys? Of course, they are. These toys are gifts for your kids and here is a gift of mine to you," he said. "I know you've been very loyal and working for me for a long time. I decided that I will raise your salary with a promotion!"
"Promotion?!" Keita gasped. "I mean… Thank you, sir! This is just too...wonderful to be real!"
"Ho, ho!" Ken Scrooge laughed. "This isn't a dream, my boy! You and your family can now rest well and I am also inviting you, your wife, and children to a Christmas party at my place."
"Uuuhh! Party! Could we go, father?" Tiny Tim Jibanyan asked.
"It sounds like a fine idea to me, Y'all," Lasagnyan agreed.
"I agree," Whisper said.
"Honey, this sounds terrific. We should go," she said.
"Yes, of course," Ken decided.
"Then, why do you all waiting for? I already have prepared the cabbie and it is just waiting outside!" Komasan was waiting outside the house.
Ken Scrooge picked up Tiny Tim Jibanyan and placed him softly in the carriage. The Cratchit family and Ken Scrooge headed to Scrooge's home. It was now decorated with hollies, wreaths, and ribbons.
Inside the living room, a tall Christmas tree stood. The guests laughed and drank (with orange or apple juice of course). Violeton played the violin, Komajiru on the drum, Robonyan on the piano, and Beautiusa for the vocal. They were singing the "Rockin Around the Christmas Tree". Ken Scrooge danced with Tiny Tim Jibanyan by holding his hand to keep him on balance. Everyone was very happy. Even the three Spirits of Christmas were at the party.
So, since that day, Ken Scrooge became his old self again or rather much kinder than ever before, and he was the happiest, jolliest young man ever.
Hello, everyone and Happy New Year's Eve! Well, by the time I upload this chapter and chapter 5, it is still December 30th, but today, two new chapters are uploaded!
The last chapter may not be too excited and it was done in a short fashion. This last chapter is the finale to my Yo-Kai Watch Another Watcher Christmas Special for this year, 2018! To be honest, I was very procrastinating for this story to be finished on time, but I managed to finish it in this year before New Year begins.
However, I am not quite done yet. The next chapter is the epic Epilogue, the true finale. It will be a short one, but it is something of a closure for 2018 and beginning for the new year, 2019. Until then, see you all soon.