How the Grinch Stole Christmas Page #5

Hurry up, we're gonna be late. Come on.

And now, the nominations for that Who among us who best typifies the qualities of Whodom and Whodery the Whoville holiday cheer-meister!

Do I hear a nomination?

I nominate the Grinch!

Huh?!

The Grinch?

The Grinch?

My, my, my.

What an altruistic daughter you have there, Lou!

Thank you.

Cindy?

Let me quote a verse from The Book of Who.

Thank you.

"The term 'Grinchy' shall apply when Christmas spirit is in short supply."

Now, I ask you:
Does that sound like our holiday cheer-meister?

True, Mr. May-Who. But The Book of Who says this too:

"No matter how different a Who may appear... "...he will always be welcomed with holiday cheer."

Yes, the book also says, the....

"The award "cannot go to the Grinch, because "sometimes things get the lead-pipe cinch."

You made that up! It doesn't say that.

No, it does.

What page?

Lost my place, but it's....

It's in here!

But the book does say:

"The cheer-meister is the one who deserves a back slap or a toast. "And it goes to the soul at Christmas who needs it most."

And I believe that soul is the Grinch.

And if you're the Whos I hope you are, you will too.

She's right!

Fine.

You people want to waste a perfectly good nomination why, it's up to you.

But I am telling you the Grinch will never come down.

And when he doesn't, the Mayor will wear the crown.

Well, more or less.

"Deck your heart with jollity "Style your smile all Christmasy "Flick some flocking on the tree "Let there be Whobilation "Bake the fruitcake, egg the nog "Feed the flaming Wholtide log "Baste the beast and gulp the grog "Let there be Whobilation "Tick, tock, tick, tock "Counting down the Christmas clock "Old, young, big, small"

Blast this Christmas music.

It's joyful and triumphant.

Must drown them out!

Not working!

The whipper-winds whipped high above the Who town.

A trip or a slip you'd slide all the way down.

But this girl had a mission. She knew what to do.

She'd invite the Grinch herself, that brave Cindy Lou.

Play, monkey! Play!

Howdy?

Mr. Grinch?

Mr. Grinch!

Hello?

Excuse me.

Hello little girl.

How dare you enter the Grinch's lair?

The impudence! The audacity!

The unmitigated gall!

You called down the thunder now, get ready for the boom!

Gaze into the face of fear!

Mr. Grinch my name is Cindy Lou Who.

You see?

Even now the terror is welling up inside you.

I'm not scared.

Denial is to be expected in the face of pure evil.

I don't think so.

Doubt?

Another unmistakable sign of the heebie-jeebies!

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