How the Grinch Stole Christmas Page #4

Don't forget, tomorrow is our big Christmas gift exchange.

Everyone bring a special gift for a special someone.

The Grinch....

He had no sense of color coordination.

Although I hardly remember him. I didn't have time to socialize.

I was far too busy with my studies.

Now, class, is everyone almost finished?

And if the truth be told, he....

He liked Martha.

Martha was my girlfriend.

I don't like discussing this Grinch so very close to Christmas, but maybe if you hear the truth, you'll understand why...

Put your back into it!

I tried to take him under my wing.

You don't have a chance with her. You're 8 years old and you have a beard!

He had hair. Not pleasant.

He shed.

Not right.

You know, Christmas is my favorite time of year.

I just love the colors.

The red and the green.

Did I have a crush on the Grinch?

Of course not.

I didn't ask you that.

Right.

For some reason, when he came home that day he really got into the Christmas spirit for the first time.

Perfect!

Whoopsie!

What a lovely family heirloom!

The fires of love!

This will be perfect on the top of her tree.

Oh, Martha! Oh, Christmas!

I want you all to look your best tomorrow.

You don't have a chance with her.

You're 8 years old and you have a beard!

Has everyone given their gifts?

I haven't.

What?

Merry Christmas, Martha May.

Why do you have a bag on your head?

Probably because he's embarrassed by that hideodorous gift.

Mr. Grinch please take the bag off.

Yes, you.

Take it off.

Put the book down.

And your foot.

Look at that hack job!

Stupid present!

Stupid tree!

I hate Christmas!

The anger.

The fury!

The muscles!

It was a horrible day when they were so cruel to him.

And I could hardly bear it.

I hate Christmas! I hate it!

And that was the last time we ever saw him.

The very last time.

Narrator:
So whatever the reason, His heart or his shoes, He stood outside his cave, Hating the Whos.

Alphabetically.

Aardvarkian Abakenezer Who.

l... HATE YOU!!!!

Aaron B. Benson Who, I hate you.

Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate.

Double hate.

Loathe entirely!

Grinch:
Nutcrackers! It's their Whobilation!

Narrator:
...he snarled with a sneer. Grinch: Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!

Grinch:
Max! Fetch me my sedative.

Now to take care of those pesky memories.

"Whobilation, plentiful with candy canes and pies "I can't wait to get there to eat some google fries "Whobilation, Whobilation"

Dad?

Yeah.

I've been thinking about the Whobilation and I may do something drastic.

That's fine, dear. Ask your mother.

Where did she go?

Honey!

Honey! Hi!

Look, I just found the cutest light for my Christmas display.

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