A Christmas Carol Page #5

Hide, Martha.

You must hide. Hide, Martha.

- It's cold out there.

- Hello, Father. Hello, Timmy.

- Why, where's our Martha?

- Uh...not coming.

Not coming?

Not coming upon Christmas Day?

Here I am, Father!

We got you, Father.

I couldn't bear to see you in a state

of disappointment. If only for a giggle.

It's so lovely to see you, my Martha.

Come on, Timmy. I hear

the pudding singing in the copper.

Shall we have a look, then?

- How did little Timmy behave?

- As good as gold. And better.

Somehow he gets thoughtful

sitting by himself so much,

and he thinks the strangest things

you ever heard.

He told me, coming home, that he hoped

the people sawed him in church,

because he was a cripple...

...and it might make pleasant for them

to remember it upon Christmas Day

who made lame beggars walk

and blind men see.

I believe he grows more hearty

and stronger every day, my dear.

The pudding looks delicious!

The whole wash house smells

like a pastry cook's shop.

Spirit, tell me, will Tiny Tim...?

I see a vacant seat

in the poor chimney corner...

...and a crutch without an owner.

Carefully preserved.

- Hurrah!

- The Christmas goose!

Make space.

Let's get that cover off.

- Oh!

- Lovely! Well done, Peter.

I don't believe I've ever seen

a more magnificent goose cooked.

It is a beautiful bird, that's for sure.

But I'll pray that

one Christmas, perhaps,

the children might taste a turkey.

Perhaps one day, my dear.

Perhaps one day.

A toast.

To Mr Scrooge.

- The founder of our feast.

- Ha!

Founder of the feast, indeed.

I wish I had him here.

I'd give him a piece of

my mind to feast upon,

and I'd hope he'd have

a good appetite for it.

My dear, the children...

it's Christmas Day.

Christmas Day, I'm sure.

How can one drink the health

of such an odious, stingy, hard,

unfeeling man as Mr Scrooge?

As you know he is, Robert.

Nobody knows it better than you.

My dear, Christmas Day.

I'll drink his health for your sake

and the day's, not for his.

A merry Christmas

and a happy New Year.

He'll be very merry and very happy,

I have no doubt.

A merry Christmas to us all,

my dears. God bless us.

God bless us.

God bless us, everyone.

- Merry Christmas and happy New Year.

- God bless.

Kind spirit,

say Tiny Tim will be spared.

If these shadows remain unaltered

by the future...the child will die.

Die! No, spirit. No.

What then?

If he is to die, he had better do it.

And decrease

the surplus population.

- So you're thinking of an animal?

- Yes.

- A live animal?

- Yes.

- A rather disagreeable animal?

- Yes.

- A savage animal?

- Yes.

Wait, wait! Is it an animal

that grunts and growls?

Yes!

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