Scrooge Page #2

Yes, thank you, Ma-ma.

Did you get the big goose?

lt's the biggest goose you ever did see.

As big as you and as fat as a beagle.

Wait 'til your father sees it.

His eyes will pop right out of his

head and he'll forget all about

horrid old Mr. Scrooge.

You're not feeling too tired are you, dear?

Not a bit, Ma-ma!

lf your father was here, he'd

carry you home on his shoulder.

Yes, I love having a ride on his shoulder!

l suspect ol' Mr. Scooge will keep him

working in that cold little room

just as late as he possibly can.

Christmas Eve or no Christmas Eve,

the old Ogre.

You want the whole day off

tomorrow, l suppose?

lf quite convenient, Sir?

- lt's not convenient!

And it's not fair.

lf l stopped you half-a-crown for it,

you'd think yourself ill-used,

wouldn't you? Hmm!?

But you don't think me ill-used,

if l pay a day's wages for no work,

do you? Hmph!?

'Tis only once a year, Sir.

That's a poor excuse for picking a

man's pocket every 25th of December.

Yes, Sir. l'm sure. l'm very sorry, Sir, to

cause you such an inconvenience.

lt's the family more than me, Sir.

They put their hearts into Christmas

as it were, Sir.

Yes, and put their hands into my pockets

as it were, Sir.

l suppose you better have the whole day.

But be back all the earlier

the next morning.

l will indeed, Sir! Thank you, Sir!

lt's more than generous of you, Sir.

Yes, l know it is. You don't have to tell me.

Merry Christmas, Sir!

A Merry Christmas, Sir?

You, a clerk on fifteen shillings a week,

with a wife and a family,

talking about a Merry Christmas. Ha ha.

l'll retire to bedlam.

Waiter.

Yes.

More bread.

Take me extra, Sir.

No more bread.

- no, Sir.

Scrooge.

Jacob Marley.

Scrooge.

Hu - hu- humbug!

Oh...

Hum...

- bug.

Scrooge.

Aaaaaaaaah!

Who are you?!

Ask me who l was.

All right, all right!

Who were you then?!

ln life, l was your partner,

Jacob Marley.

Oh!

What do you want with me?!

Much.

Huh, Huh!

Huh, huh, huh!

ln that case, ...

can you sit down?

l can.

Well do it then!

You don't believe in me.

l don't.

Why do you doubt your senses?

Because a little thing affects them.

A slight disorder of the stomach

makes them cheat.

You...you ...

might be an undigested bit of beef.

Huh! ...a piece of cheese...

a fragment of an underdone potato.

There's more of gravy than a grave in you,

whatever you are.

Do you see that toothpick?

l do.

You're not looking at it!

But l see it not withstanding.

Oh.

Well then, l've...

l've just got to swallow this and...

and be tortured for the rest of my life

by a legion of hob goblins,

all of my own creation.

lt's all humbug, l tell you!

Wahahahahaohoh! ! ! !

Mercy! ...mercy, mercy!

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