"That house has the most Christmas Spirit I have ever seen!" Cooper exclaimed.

"Bob Cratchit?" Scrooge exclaimed.

"That's right, Scrooge!"

Cooper led Scrooge down a small, narrow path and stopped in front of a small, battered pod. "This...this is Bob Cratchit's house?" Scrooge asked.

"Yep."

"But...it's so..."

"Small?" Copper asked. "He doesn't mind. He always says 'the heart of the family is more important than the items or the house!'"

"That sounds like Cratchit." Scrooge replied happily.

"Go ahead, look inside."

Scrooge complied. He peeked his head through the window, a bit too far, however, and fell through the wall. He stumbled for a second before regaining his balance. "Mum, how long before dad comes home?" a small, orange Glitter Troll asked.

"Just a few more minutes, Maple," an orange Troll with thick hair replied. "You know your dad always goes ice fishing with Tiny Tim."

"Yeah but-"

"No 'but's,' Maple. Now go set up the table for your father."

"Yes, mum." the orange Glitter Troll grabbed forks and plates and set them on the table.

"Mum! Mum!" a white kid with orange hair exclaimed, running through the door. "Dad's coming back with Tiny!"

"Oh! Good!" Ms. Cratchit exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "Just in time for dinner!"

Bob Cratchit opened the door, a small Glitter Troll with a crutch and yellow tinted glasses sitting on his shoulder. "We're home!" Bob exclaimed.

"Welcome home, dear!" Ms. Cratchit replied.

"Daddy!" the two girls cried running to their father and hugging him. "I didn't know Cratchit had any kids," Scrooge said.

"Did you ever care to find out?" Cooper asked.

"Well...no, but-"

"Ah, ah, ah! No 'buts,' Mr. Grumpy!"

Scrooge turned his attention away from the Ghost of Christmas Present and back to Bob Cratchit's family. "Yes, hello, dears," Bob Cratchit said. "How was home?"

"It was good, dad," the orange haired Troll answered.

"Good, now go help Maple set up the table, Fern."

"Yes, Daddy!" Maple and Fern ran off into the kitchen. Bob Cratchit pulled Tiny Tim off of his shoulder and placed him gently on the floor, along with his crutch. "Go have fun, Tiny. Dinner's almost ready."

"Yes, Daddy!" Tiny Tim replied in a surprisingly deep voice.

"Oh, hi, honey," Ms. Bob Cratchit said, coming to the Glitter Troll.

"Hey, Suki," Bob Cratchit replied, smiling.

"You came home in time for dinner."

"That's great to hear!" Ms. Cratchit gave Bob Cratchit a small peck on the cheek. "Go wash up, I'll serve."

Scrooge watched the room as Ms. Cratchit finished up dinner and got the plates ready. All the kids ran to the table, except for Tiny Tim, who hobbled over on his crutch. "Tell me, Cooper. Will Tiny Tim be okay?"

"Tiny suffers from a rare sickness that he will die from, unless he gets professional help," Cooper replied.

Tiny Tim placed his crutch next to his chair, leaning the crutch against it, then sat in his chair. As he did so, he broke out into a coughing fit. "Oh, Tiny! Are you okay?" Ms. Cratchit asked. Tiny Tim finished coughing. "Yes, Mommy. I'm fine."

"Tiny? Want to lead us with a message before dinner?" Bob Cratchit asked.

"Right, Daddy!" Tiny Tim replied. "Merry Christmas to all!" he started. "We reach for you, and we stand tall. And in our prayers and dreams we ask you, bless us all," he finished in a musical tone. He coughed again.

"Please, Cooper. Tell me he'll be alright!" Scrooge begged.

"I see an empty seat in the corner if nothing changes," Cooper replied.

"Cooper, he...he doesn't die, does he?"

"I can't answer that, only the Ghost of Christmas Future can."

"Please!" Scrooge pleaded. "No more!"

"We can go somewhere to get your mind off of this then!" Cooper exclaimed.

"What?" Scrooge asked. Once he finished, the scene whizzed ahead and ended quickly in a new house. Scrooge fell from the force of the travel. "A warning next time would be great!" Scrooge grumbled on the ground, standing up and dusting off his clothes.

Scrooge scanned the room. The room is lively and full of Trolls. In one end of the room stands Fred, Scrooge's nephew, with his youngest brother, Keith. "Fred, you should go!" a yellow Troll with dark blue hair suggested.

"Me?" Fred asked. "You know I'm no good at this game."

"Come on!" another Troll, this one pink with yellow hair, said. "You can do it! You are the host after all!"

"Don't use the host excuse on me!" Fred pointed.

"It worked though?"

"Yeah," Fred sighed. "Oh, all right."

The Trolls cheered. "Cooper, what are they doing?" Scrooge asked, eagerly. Cooper smiled at him. "They're playing a game, Mr. Grumpy."

"What kind of game?"

"Why don't you watch and find out?"

The Trolls laughed while they played all sorts of games, for instance, Charades, Pictionary, Snakes and Ladders, Scrooge laughing along with them, although no one could see or hear him. After a few minutes, according to Cooper, although to Scrooge it felt like hours, Keith decided to change the game to something more logical.

"Okay, Twenty Questions, go!" Keith said, waving his hand down.

"Hmm," Fred pondered. "Okay. Go ahead."

"Hmm, is it a nasty creature?" a pink Troll with blue hair asked.

"Oh, very nasty," Fred replied.

"Is it a rat?" Keith asked.

"You could say that."

"Is it a rodent?" Scrooge asked.

"Is it a rodent?" an orange haired Troll asked.

"Hey, I said it first!" Scrooge retorted, pointing at himself.

"Not particularly," Fred said.

"Is it a Troll?" a green haired Troll asked.

"Yes," Fred replied eagerly.

"Is it a man?"

"Physically, yes," Fred replied, "socially, no."

"It's Ebenezer Scrooge!" the green haired Troll exclaimed.

"That's right!"

"Wait, me?" Scrooge asked.

"Yep!" Cooper replied. "Turns out your a laughing-stock to the village!"

"That doesn't make me feel any better, Cooper," Scrooge said. "I...I don't want to watch this anymore."

"'K!" Cooper replied.

Once again, the scene faded out to darkness. Scrooge turned to look at the ghost. "Cooper? Is your hair white?"

"Yeah," Cooper said. "Turns out, my time is almost up!"

"How can you be so happy about that?"

"Eh, you win some, you loose some," Cooper shrugged. "Plus, it's almost time to meet the next ghost, the Ghost of Christmas Future."

"What will I see?"

"Just what's to come, that's all."

"Cooper, please tell me. Will Tiny Tim be okay?"

"I've already answered that, silly!"

"But-"

"I'm not telling you again!" Cooper said, pointing a finger at him. "Nah, who am I kidding! Tiny Tim will die if the future doesn't change for him."

Before Scrooge could ask another question, the darkness turned into the village, all the pods quiet, even the streets. "Why is it so quiet?"

"It hasn't started yet," Cooper said.

"What hasn't started yet? A festival?"

Cooper stayed silent for a minute, a serious expression on his face before he broke it with a large smile. "I don't know! I'm just the Ghost of Christmas Present, not future! You'll have to ask him!"

"But-"

A small ding came from Cooper's wrist. "Hug Time!"

"Wait!" Scrooge pleaded. "Not another!" Copper wrapped his forelegs around Scrooge. "Too late!" Scrooge tried to wiggle free from the four legged ghost but to no avail. "Why must you do this to me?"

"'Cause it's fun!" Cooper replied. He released the hug. "Have fun!"

The ghost exploded in glitter, causing Scrooge's face to be covered in it.