A Christmas Carol

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Coo, governor, that was a slide.

- It was good, wasn't it?

- I should say.

You beat the record, that's what you did.

Did I, now?

Look at Albert.

He fell!

- Don't you like sliding, son?

- Yes, sir. It's great sport.

Come on then. Try and beat my record.

No, thank you, governor.

I'm not very good at running.

Here. Get up on my back.

We'll show them how to slide.

Thank you, sir.

- What's your name, youngster?

- Tim, sir. Thank you, sir.

- Well, come on, Tim. Here we go.

- Thank you.

We'll really do this slide.

We'll make a record together.

Here we go now!

Hold tight.

There we are. Wasn't that lovely?

It was wonderful.

It made my stomach all wobbly-like.

- Yes. We're a team, that's what we are.

- I don't suppose you ever fall down.

- Like Albert.

- Fall down?

Who, me? No.

- Well, sir?

- I am sorry, governor.

I didn't mean to hit you, sir.

Please don't be angry with him, sir.

He's my brother.

In that case,

I've only one reason to be angry.

He broke my record.

- What's your name?

- Cratchit, sir. Peter Cratchit.

He's my brother, Tim Cratchit.

- Not Bob Cratchit's sons?

- Why, yes, sir.

I know your father well.

In truth, I was on my way

to his place of work when we met.

Maybe he'll take the message for us, Pete.

As you'll be seeing him, sir,

you might do me the favor...

of giving him this list of things

my mother wants him to fetch.

- Certainly.

- It's very nice of you to do that, sir.

Not a bit of it, Peter.

I'm more than willing.

Well, that is jolly.

Don't you two lads want to see

your father? And on Christmas Eve, too?

It ain't that we don't want to see

our own father, sir.

It's the man our father works for

we don't want to see. Mr. Scrooge.

I don't think he's very fond

of small boys, sir.

Yes. I understand.

You see, I knew Mr. Scrooge...

when I was a small boy. He's my uncle.

Come on now, Bob.

Aren't you going to wish me

a merry Christmas?

Mr. Fred, I am sorry. When you came in

and stood there like that...

I thought it was your uncle.

A merry Christmas, sir.

A merry Christmas to you, Bob,

and to your family.

I've already paid my respects

to part of your brood.

Peter and Tim, their names were.

They asked me to give you this list

from their mother.

Thank you. They shouldn't have made it

an errand for you.

I was pleased to do it.

It's cold in here.

You think we could have some coal

on the fire?

Oh, yes.

It's against the regulations, isn't it?

Mr. Scrooge doesn't like to waste coal, sir.

I foresaw that and provided for it.

This'll make the place less bleak.

- What might that be?

- It's a wine bottle.

A cheering, warming, goodly wine.

A wine that'll race through your veins...

with little torches. It's port, Bob.

The fifth essence of the Christmas spirit.

But we haven't got a glass.

I'll get one from Mr. Scrooge's office.

- What is this?

- Cough medicine.

Yeah, I thought so.

We will.

- We will have some more coal.

- Good man, Bob.

Come on now, Bob.

Let's drink a loving cup. You sweeten it.

- Another merry Christmas, Mr. Fred.

- Yes.

A merry Christmas to you, Uncle.

God save you.

Humbug!

Christmas, humbug?

Uncle, I'm sure you don't mean that.

Humbug I said, and humbug I mean.

Merry Christmas.

What right have you to be merry?

- You're poor enough.

- What right have you to be dismal?

- You're rich enough.

- Humbug.

Now, Uncle, don't be cross.

What else can I be

when I live in such a world of fools?

Merry Christmas.

What's Christmastime, but a time

for paying bills without money?

A time for finding yourself a year older

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