How the Grinch Stole Christmas

The Grinch:
That's what it's all about, isn't it? That's what it's ALWAYS been *about*! Gifts. Gifts... Gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts! You wanna know what happens to your gifts? They all come to me. In your garbage. You see what I'm saying? In your GARBAGE! I could hang myself with all the bad Christmas neckties I found at the dump! And the avarice...

The Grinch:
The avarice never ends! "I want golf clubs. I want diamonds. I want a pony so I can ride it twice, get bored and sell it to make glue." Look, I don't wanna make waves, but this *whole* Christmas season is

The Grinch:
stupid, stupid, stupid!

The Grinch:
Those Whos are hard to frazzle, Max. But, we did our worst, and that's all that matters.

The Grinch:
Blast this Christmas music. It's joyful and triumphant.

Narrator:
So, whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes, he stood outside his cave hating the Whos...

The Grinch:
...Alphabetically.

The Grinch:
Aardvarkian Abakenezer Who - I... HATE YOU! Aaron B. Benson Who - I hate *you*.

The Grinch:
Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double Hate. LOATHE ENTIRELY.

The Grinch:
What's that stench? It's fantastic.

The Grinch:
Are you having a holly, jolly Christmas?

The Grinch:
WRONG-O!

Cindy Lou Who:
Santa, don't forget the Grinch. I know he's mean and hairy and smelly, and his hands are cold and clammy, but I think he's kinda... sweet.

The Grinch:
SWEET.... You think he's sweet?

The Grinch:
Cute kid, bad judge of character.

The Grinch:
MAX. HELP ME... I'm FEELING.

Lou Lou Who:
I'm glad he took our presents. I... I'm glad.

Augustus Maywho:
He's glad! You're glad everything is... is gone. You're glad that the Grinch virtually wrecked- No no no, not wrecked, *pulverized* Christmas. Is that what I'm hearing from from you, Lou?

Lou Lou Who:
You can't hurt Christmas, Mr. Mayor, because it isn't about the... the gifts or the contest or the fancy lights. That's what Cindy's been trying to tell everyone... and me. She was trying to tell me.

Augustus Maywho:
This is a child!

Lou Lou Who:
She's *my* Child. And she happens to be right, by the way. I don't need anything more for Christmas than this right here - my family.

The Grinch:
I'm gonna die. I'm gonna throw up, then I'm gonna die.

The Grinch:
Jury duty, jury duty, jury duty, blackmail, pink slip, chain letter, eviction notice, jury duty.

Cindy Lou Who:
Santa, what's the meaning of Christmas?

The Grinch:
VENGEANCE. I mean... presents, I suppose.

The Grinch:
Oh, the Who-manity.

Narrator:
The Who's young and old would sit down to a Feast, and they will feast, and they will feast.

The Grinch:
And they'll feast, feast, feast, feast. They'll eat their Who-Pudding and rare Who-Roast Beast. But there's something I just cannot stand in least... Oh no. I'M SPEAKING IN RHYME.

The Grinch:
It's because I'm green isn't it?

The Grinch:
The nerve of those Whos. Inviting me down there... and on such short notice... Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it!

The Grinch:
"4:00, wallow in self pity.", "4:30, stare into the abyss.", "5:00, solve world hunger" - Tell no one. "5:30, jazzercize.", "6:30, dinner with me" - I can't cancel that again! "7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing." ...I'm booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9 I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling, and slip slowly into madness... But what would I wear???

The Grinch:
One man's toxic waste is another man's potpourri.

Max:
*barks*

The Grinch:
I don't know, it's some kind of soup.

Narrator:
Then the Whos young and old would sit down to a Feast, and they'll feast, and they'll feast...

The Grinch:
...And they'll feast, feast, feast, feast! They'll eat their Who-Pudding, and rare Who-Roast BEAST! But there's something I just cannot stand in least... Oh no. I'M SPEAKING IN RHYME! BLAST YOU, WHOS!

Man:
Honey! Our baby's here!

Man:
...He looks just like your boss.

The Grinch:
I am the Grinch that stole Christmas, and I'm... sorry.

The Grinch:
...Aren't you going to cuff me? Put me in a choke hold? Blind me with pepper spray?

Mayor Augustus Maywho:
You heard him, Officer. He admitted it. I'd go with the pepper spray.

Officer Wholihan:
Yes, I heard him all right. He said he was sorry.

The Grinch:
Oh no. The Presents. They'll be destroyed. ...And I *care*! What is the DEAL???

The Grinch:
Now you listen to me, young lady! Even if we're horribly mangled... there'll be no sad faces on Christmas.

The Grinch:
I must stop Christmas from coming... but how? I MEAN - in what way?

Mayor Augustus Maywho:
The anger.

Martha May Whovier:
The muscle.

The Grinch:
Oh. Bleeding hearts of the world UNITE.

Lou Lou Who:
Let's see, we've got a munkle for your uncle, a fant for your aunt and a fandpa for your Cousin Leon.

Cindy Lou Who:
Everybody seems too kerbabbled. Isn't this just a little superfluous?

The Grinch:
Who wants the gizzard?

Man:
I do!

The Grinch:
Too late! That'll be mine.

Lou Lou Who:
Hello? Is my Subzero Chillibrator running? I suppose.

The Grinch:
Well then you better go catch it.

Martha May Whovier:
Did I have a crush on the Grinch? Of COURSE not.

Cindy Lou Who:
Uh... I didn't ask you that.

Mayor Augustus Maywho:
And if you marry me, you get this new car, which has been generously paid for by the taxpayers of Whoville.

The Grinch:
It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes, or bags.

Mayor Augustus Maywho:
He had hair. Not pleasant. He shed. Not right.

The Grinch:
All right, you're a reindeer. Here's your motivation: Your name is Rudolph, you're a freak with a red nose, and no one likes you. Then, one day, Santa picks you and you save Christmas. No, forget that part. We'll improvise... just keep it kind of loosey-goosey. You HATE Christmas, you're gonna steal it. Saving Christmas is a lousy ending; way too commercial. ACTION.

The Grinch:
BRILLIANT. You reject your own nose because it represents the glitter of commercialism. Why didn't I think of that? Cut, print, moving on.

The Grinch:
Well, pucker up and kiss it, Whoville.

The Grinch:
Am I just eating because I'm bored?

The Grinch:
It’s because I’m green, isn’t it?! ~points long finger at taxi...

Grinch referring to Martha May:
She'll be on me like flaggle fleas on a flat-faced fleaggle horse.

The Grinch:
[after Max scared off some teen Whos] Well done, Max! Serves them right, those yuletide-loving... sickly-sweet, nog-sucking cheer mongers! [angrily picks up an onion] I really don't like 'em. Mm-mm. No, I don't. [hungrily eats the onion] MAX! [Max whimpers] Get my cloak! [Max runs back inside] I've been much too tolerant of these Who-venile delinquents, and their innocent, victim-less pranks. [rubs his pits with the onion] So they wanna get to know me, do they? [angrily throws away the onion] They want to spend a little quality time with the Grinch. [turns to the camera] I guess I could use a little... social interaction. [shows off a sinister-looking smile; the scene fades to Whoville with a view of Max and the Grinch's feet]

Whoville Bike Men:
Merry Christmas!

Grinch:
Oh, yeah. You bet, and ho, ho, ho, and... stuff. [The bikers fall down, blocking traffic.] Oh, my. Someone has vandalized that vehicle. You see, Max? The city is a dangerous place.

Narrator:
The Grinch hated Christmas. The whole Christmas season.

Who Officer:
Top of the day.

Grinch:
Flatfoot.

Narrator:
Now, please, don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.

Grinch:
[gives two Who girls a bandsaw] Hey, kids. Here's a present for ya. Be sure to run real fast with it now. All right, come on. Double time. Let's go! Move, move, move, move, move!

Narrator:
It could be that his head wasn't screwed on just right. Or it could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all...

Who:
Merry Christmas!

Grinch:
Is it?

Narrator:
...May have been that his heart was 2 sizes too small.

Crazy Mose:
Hey, stranger! I won't let you go until you buy a chapeau! [The Grinch lifts his mask, deeply belches, blows odor on him, making him fall. The Grinch pulls his mask back on and laughs sneakily.]

Drew Lou Who:
DAD? DAD!

[Drew and the other teen Whos are covered in snow]

Lou Lou Who:
What happened to you?

Stu Lou Who:
It was THE GRINCH!

[A record scratch sound effect is heard, blocking traffic again.]

Female People:
Grinch?!

Grinch:
What do you want? I mean– [mocks female voice] Grinch? Oh, no!

Augustus May Who:
Did someone just say "Grinch"?

Cindy Lou Who:
But, Dad, I just don't understand something. Why won't anyone talk about the Grinch?

Lou Lou Who:
[puts stuff inside] You kids and the Grinch. You see, Cindy, the Grinch is a Who who... well, is actually not a Who. He's... He's more of a…

Cindy:
A what?

Lou:
Exactly, honey. And he's a What who... doesn't like Christmas. Take a look at his mailbox, sweetie. Not a single Christmas card in or out... ever.

Cindy:
But why?

Lou:
Well…

Post Office Person 1:
Lou, where's my mail?

Post Office Person 2:
Lou, I got the wrong mail here!

Post Office Person 3:
Lou, I got the wrong mail!

Lou:
Uh, I'll be right there. Whoop!

Post Office Person 4:
We got a problem!

Lou:
Alright. Uh, we'll straighten this out.

Grinch:
[at the back room of the post office with Max by the sorting machine; laughing with glee] It'll take them years to sort this out. This is his and now it's yours, and this is hers and now it's his! [laughs schemingly] And for the rest of you... [turns around by the sorting machine, then starts throwing everyone's mail in the wrong boxes] ...Jury duty, Jury duty, Jury duty, blackmail, pink slip, chain letter, eviction notice, Jury duty! [throws more mail into the wrong boxes as he emits a light giggle of amusement] Gee-e-e-e-e-eee!

Lou:
Would you mind helping me? Take this to the back room, honey. But, be careful of the sorting machine, right?

Cindy:
Yeah.

Grinch:
[as Max sneezes] Gesundheit. (Oh, no.)

[Max growls; this causes Cindy Lou to see the Grinch and Max, and she screams, and the Grinch screams back; drops down to the ground and snorts.]

Cindy:
You're the, the, the, the--

Grinch:
[imitating Cindy] "The, the, the, the--" [normal voice; loudly] THE GRINCH!

Cindy:
Aah! [falls down a mail shaft and gets stuck] Help!

Grinch:
Well...

Cindy:
Help!

Grinch:
...that worked out nicely.

Cindy:
Help! [big stamp stamps fragile on present; muffled] Help me! Somebody!

Grinch:
[to Max] Max, let's go. Our work here is finished. [chomps] Sheesh!

Cindy:
Help me! Please! Help!

Grinch:
[sees Max biting his own cloak] That is not a chew toy! Stop it, Max! Get that out of your mouth! You have no idea where it's been!

[Cindy screams, and a whistle blows]

Cindy:
Help!

Grinch:
[scowls; annoyed] Ohhh... Bleeding hearts of the world, UNITE!

Cindy:
Help! Help!

Grinch:
[saves Cindy] There. [angrily takes back his goofy mask] Give me that! DON'T YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TAKE THINGS THAT DON'T BELONG TO YOU?! WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU, YOU SOME KIND OF WILD ANIMAL?! HUH?!

Cindy:
[shaking her head] Uh-uh.

Grinch:
[to Max] Let's go. [heads to the exit]

Cindy:
Thanks for saving me.

Grinch:
[screeches to a stop, fingers scrape against glass, turns around angrily] Saving you? Is that what you think I was doing?

Cindy:
[nods] Uh-huh.

Grinch:
[wags finger] Wrong-o. [grabs wrapping paper] I merely noticed that you were improperly packaged, my dear! [begins wrapping Cindy Lou wildly in wrapping paper] DRAT! Hold still! [stops wrapping, to Max] Max, pick out a bow! [resumes wrapping Cindy Lou in wrapping paper, stops again] Can I use your finger for a second?

Cindy:
Hello? Hello!

Grinch:
[puts on his mask] Ow.

Lou:
[enters back room] Cindy?

Cindy:
Dad. [Lou sees her covered in gift wrapping that the Grinch wrapped her up with earlier] Daddy! Daddy!

Lou:
What the hey? Honey? Cindy?

Cindy:
[removes gift wrapping] Dad, it was amazing!

Lou:
You've been practicing your Christmas wrapping. Honey, I'm so proud of you.

Cindy:
Uh, oh. Well--

Lou:
Now that's holiday!

Narrator:
Sweet little Cindy didn't know what to do. In her head bum-tumbled a conflict or two; "If the Grinch was so bad, then why did he save me? Maybe he wasn't so bad."

Lou:
Come on, let's go home.

Narrator:
"Maybe. Just maybe."

Grinch:
[trying to drown out the Whos' singing, turns on a giant mechanical Jolly Chimp with cymbals] Play, monkey! Play! Play, play, play! [He rides a jackhammer while vocalizing; he soon wipes out] OWWIEE!!

Cindy:
[knocks on the door] Mr. Grinch? [knocks on the door again] Mr. Grinch! [opens Max's doggie door] Hello? [crawls into the Grinch's cave; she finds him standing with his head in the path of the Jolly Chimp's cymbals, yelling gibberish each time they hit his head. Taps his shoulder] Excuse me?

Grinch:
Hmm? [He sticks his head out and grabs the Jolly Chimp's cymbals; the Jolly Chimp short-circuits and it's motor slowly powers down; turns slowly to Cindy with a furious look as the monkey's motor stops] Hello... little girl. [bellows] HOW DARE YOU ENTER THE GRINCH'S LAIR?! THE IMPUDENCE! THE AUDACITY! THE UNMITIGATED GALL! You've called down the thunder. Now, get ready... FOR THE BOOOOOOM! Gaze into the face... of fear. BOOGA-BOOGA!

Cindy:
[calmly, and not scared] Mr. Grinch, my name is Cindy Lou Who.

Grinch:
[thinking he's scaring Cindy] You see? Even now the terror is welling up inside you.

Cindy:
I'm not scared.

Grinch:
Denial is to be expected in the face of pure evil. [He makes psychotic growling noises]

Cindy:
I don't think so!

Grinch:
Doubt?! Another unmistakable sign of the heebie-jeebies! Now, you're doomed. [He jumps out of frame, then jumps back in wearing a white t-shirt and making animalistic noises, ripping the shirt apart] RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, BEFORE I KILL AGAIN! [howls] I'm a psycho. [He growls, puts a shirt in his mouth, spits it out, jumps around Cindy Lou frantically] Danger, danger! [He repeatedly growls, but suddenly stops as he is out of breath]

Cindy:
Um... maybe you need a time-out. [giggles after the Grinch looks dumbfounded]

Grinch:
[aside, to the camera; breaking the fourth wall again] Kids today. So desensitized by movies and television. (Anyway...) [to Cindy; bellows] WHAT DO YOU WANT?! [echoes]

Cindy:
Mr. Grinch, I came to invite you... to be Holiday Cheermeister.

Grinch:
Uh... "Holiday" who-bie what-ie?

Cindy:
Cheermeister. (See?)

Grinch:
Huh? "(Cordially invites you to be our Holiday) Cheermeister( at the Who Whobilation 1,000 celebration). Celebrate (and dine) with friends( at 7:30pm)." [laughing raucously] AAH!! That's a good one. [wheezes]

Cindy:
[following him] I know you hate Christmas, but what if it's all just a misunderstanding?

Grinch:
Don't care.

Cindy:
I mean, I myself am having some Yuletide doubts. [Grinch makes snoring noises] But maybe if you can reunite with the Whos and be a part of Christmas...

Grinch:
[mimics Cindy in a nasally voice] "Maybe if you can reunite with the Whos and be a part of Christmas--" [normal voice] Grow up!

Cindy:
...then maybe it'll be all right for me, too!

Grinch:
I'm sorry, your session is over. Please make another appointment with the receptionist on the way out.

Cindy:
Please, please! You have to accept the award!

Grinch:
[gasps; stops in surprise] "Award"? [rapidly grabs and dips Cindy attentively] You never mentioned... an award.

Cindy:
Yeah, with a trophy and everything.

Grinch:
And I won?

Cindy:
You won!

Grinch:
That means there were losers.

Cindy:
I guess. So, if you come--

Grinch:
[gleefully] A town full of losers! I like it! Was anyone... emotionally shattered? Come on! A minute ago, I couldn't shut you up! Details, details!

Cindy:
Well, the Mayor wasn't happy.

Grinch:
[mock gasp] Oh, no.

Cindy:
[smiling] Martha May will be there.

Grinch:
[smiling back] Oh, she will?

Cindy:
[nodding] Mm-hm.

Grinch:
And she'll see me. A winner. [Cindy nods again] She'll be on me like Fleegle flies on a flat-faced floogle horse! [dramatically] WELL, I'M SORRY TO DISAPPOINT YOU, MARTHA BABY, BUT THE G-TRAIN HAS LEFT THE STATION!

Cindy:
So will you come?

Grinch:
[shrugging] Oh, alright. (I'll think about it.)

[Cindy giggles]

Grinch:
[leading her to the front door, acting happy] I don't know if it's that adorable twinkle in your eye, or that nonconformist streak that reminds me of a younger less hairy me, but (maybe) you've convinced me! Who knows? This Whobilation could change my entire outlook on life!

Cindy:
Really?

Grinch:
[grumpy again] No(, but I'll still think about it). [pulls a rope, opening up the garbage chute beneath her and sending her back to Whoville]

Grinch:
[to Whos] Boo. [the Who-crowd screams in horror] Hmm. Hot crowd, hot crowd. I believe I'm here to... [licks chops] ...accept an award of some kind, and... the child... mentioned a check?

Cindy:
No, I didn't.

Grinch:
Alright, then. Give me the award. COME ON, WHILE I'M YOUNG!

Augustus:
Don't you worry, Mr. Holiday Cheermeister, you'll get your award. But first, a little family reunion. They nursed you, they clothed you. Here they are, your old biddies!

Grinch:
[shocked] Are you two still living?

Grinch:
Now, for the final note in my symphony of downright nasty not-niceness, the crescendo of my odious opus! [starts pushing the sled] Oh, the wailing and the gnashing of teeth. The bellowing of the bitterly bummed out! It'll be like music to my ears! [strains harder, and stops to hear faint singing]

Narrator: Then the Grinch heard a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow.

Grinch:
Huh? Wha?

Narrator: But the sound wasn't sad. Why, this sounded merry. (It couldn't be so.) But it was merry. Very. Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small, was singing without any presents at all. He hadn't stopped Christmas from coming. It came.

Grinch:
Somehow or other, it came just the same!

Cindy:
[looking up at the Grinch's sled] Mr. Grinch!

Narrator:
And the Grinch, with his Grinch feet ice-cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling.

Grinch: How could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags!

Narrator: And he puzzled and puzzled, 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch... thought of something... he hadn't before.

Grinch:
Maybe... Christmas...

Narrator:
He thought.

Grinch: ...doesn't...come from a store. Maybe Christmas...perhaps... [warmly] ...means a little bit more. [gets a sudden thump in his chest] Max, help me! I'm... feeling! [wheezes, and sees his small heart growing]

Narrator: And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say That the Grinch's small heart... grew 3 sizes... that day.

Grinch:
[puts his hand by his body, sits up, begins crying, and bawls] What's happening to me? [stops crying as he notices the sun rising] I'm all... toasty inside. [feels a tear] And I'm leaking. [to Max] Oh, Max. I love ya! [as Max licks him] All right, that's enough. Knock it off. Beat it! Get out of here! [as he knocked Max off] One step at a time. [as the wind blows the sleigh, starting to slide in the top of the Mt. Crumpit, then Max barks alarmingly] Huh? [as he looked up at the sleigh starts to slide very slowly when the wind blows] Oh, no. The sleigh. The presents. They'll be destroyed... And I care! What is the... DEAL?! Wait! [as he climbs up Mt. Crumpit] This can't happen! It shouldn't, it couldn't, it mustn't, it wouldn't! Not now, not then, not ever again! NOOOOOOOO!!! [he jumps over the sleigh and tries to save it, pulling it, but he gives up; to the camera] Oh, well. It's just toys, right?

[Cindy-Lou Who emerges from the top of the pile, much to the Grinch's horror]

Cindy:
[at the top of the sleigh] Hi, Mr. Grinch!

Grinch:
[gasps] Cindy-Lou? WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?!

Cindy:
I came to see you. No one should be alone on Christmas.

Grinch:
[to Augustus May Who] No hard feelings. [Augustus gives the Grinch his hand to shake, but the Grinch pulls Augustus May Who's hand and roars with laughter; politely] Cheer up, dude. It's Christmas.

The Narrator: [first words of the movie] Inside a snowflake, like the one on your sleeve, there happened a story you must see to believe. Way up in the mountains, in the high range of Pontoos, lay the small town of Whoville: The Home of the Whos. Ask any Who, and they'll have this to say, "There is no place like Whoville around Christmas Day." Every window was flocked, every lamppost was dressed and the Whoville band marched in their Christmasy best. Arbor Day was fine and Easter was pleasant and every St. Fizzin's day, they ate a Fizz pheasant, but every Who knew, from their 12 toes to their snout they loved Christmas the most, without a single Who doubt.

The Narrator:
Yes, every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot… but the Grinch, who lived just north of Whoville… did not.

The Narrator: The Grinch hated Christmas. The whole Christmas season. Now, please, don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be that his head wasn't screwed on just right. Or it could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all… may have been that his heart was 2 sizes too small.

The Narrator: Sweet little Cindy didn't know what to do. In her head, bum-tumbled a conflict or 2 - "If the Grinch was so bad, then why did he save me? Maybe he wasn't so bad Maybe. Just maybe."

The Narrator:
Cindy Lou had some questions in her curious heart. Why did the Grinch hate Christmas? Where did it all start? With her dad's blabbacorder, she wouldn't give an inch. [Cindy Lou Who: In your own words, please tell me everything you know about the Grinch.]

The Narrator: The whipperwinds 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.

The Narrator:
[Grinch: [pulls Max out of snow, not noticing the snow beard] If you're not going to help me, then you might as well… [stops; notices the snow beard on Max]] Then he got an idea; An awful idea. The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea. [Grinch: I know... just what to do. [cut to red fabric being cut by the Grinch]] The Grinch laughed in his throat… [Grinch: Ha.] And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat. [crunch; Grinch shouts in shock, and sees his fingers sewn on the red fabric and faints.] And he chuckled and clucked at this great Grinchy trick. [Grinch: With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Nick! Ho, ho, ho!]

The Narrator:
[Santa Claus: Ho-ho-ho!] [Grinch: Fat boy should be finishing up anytime now. Talk about a recluse. He only comes out once a year, and he never catches any flak for it! Probably lives up there to avoid the taxes.] [Santa Claus: [flying with his reindeer] Merry Christmas!] [Grinch: Oopsie. Forgot about the reindeer.] Did that stop the old Grinch? No. The Grinch simply said: [Grinch: If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead. [He reaches for Max, who whimpers and runs away.] Oh, Ma-a-a-a-a-AXXXX!] So he called his dog Max. Then he took some red thread… and tied a big horn... on top of his head.

The Narrator:
All their windows were dark, quiet snow filled the air. All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care when he came to the first little house on the square. [Grinch: Welcome to Whoville, Max!]

The Narrator:
[Grinch: [arrives on the roof with Max] C'mon, Max. It's our first stop!] The old Grinchy Claus hissed, and he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist. [the Grinch prepares to go down the chimney with rope on his feet] He'd slide down the chimney, a rather tight pinch. But if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch. [Grinch: [imitating sports announcer] He's planning a double-twisting interrupted by forward-flying 2 1/2 with a combo tuck and pike… High degree of difficulty. [jumps high in the air as bungee jumping while vocalizing] Whoo! [leans closer to the chimney] LAA-LAAA-LAAAAAAAA!!! [lands in the chimney upside down, and gets stuck since he gained a couple of pounds from the Whobilation]] He got stuck only once... for a moment or 2. [Grinch: Blasted water weight. Goes right to my hips. [struggles his arms to free himself as he slides down and lands and hits his head by the fireplace] Ow! Gee! [looks at the view of the living room]] Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue... [Grinch: [to the narrator; breaking the 4th wall again] Shh. A little more stealth, please.] [whispering] ...Where the little Who stockings are all hung in a row. [Grinch: These stockings...] [normal voice] He grinned. [Grinch: ...Are the first thing(s) to go. [picks out a jar of moths] Okay, fellas. Chow time. [frees the moths, sticks his head back up just as the moths eat the stockings]]

The Narrator:
Then he slunk to the icebox. [Grinch: [hugs the fridge into place.] Slunk. [opens up the fridge]] He eyed the Whos feast. He took the Who pudding! [The Grinch throws a plate of Who pudding away] He took... the Roast Beast! [Grinch: [imitating football player] HIKE!!!!!!!!!! [tosses the Roast Beast in a football hike position, and messes everything up the fridge]] He cleaned out the icebox as quick as a flash. Why, that Grinch… he even took their last can of Who Hash. [The Grinch opens up the cupboard to reveal the last can of Who Hash inside in it just as Cindy opens the door.] Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee. [Grinch: And now...] Grinned The Grinch. [Grinch: [grabs the tree] ...I'll stuff up the tree! [walks to the fireplace with the Christmas tree] And the Grinch grabbed the tree as he started to shove... when he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove. [Cindy Lou Who: Excuse me.] [the Grinch stops, and hides behind the tree] The Grinch had been caught by this tiny Who daughter who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water. [Cindy Lou Who: Santa Claus? What are you doing with our tree?] But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick... [Grinch coughs] ...He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick. [Grinch: [imitating Santa] Why, my sweet little tot.] The fake Santa Claus lied. [Grinch: There's a light on this tree... that won't light on one side. So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear. [laughs, and Cindy giggles] I'll fix it up there, and I'll bring it back here.] [Cindy Lou Who: Santa, what's Christmas really about?] [Grinch: Vengeance! Er, I mean... presents... I suppose.] [Cindy Lou Who: I was afraid of that.] And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head, and he got her a drink and he sent her to bed.

The Narrator:
And when Cindy Lou went up with her cup... [Grinch: Nice kid. Bad judge of character.] ...He went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up. [the Grinch stuffed the tree up the Chimney, grabs the Christmas lights, and goes up the chimney] And the last thing he took was the log for their fire. On their walls, he left nothing but some hooks and some wire. And the one speck of food that he'd left in the house, was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse. Then he slithered and slunk with a smile most unpleasant, around each Who home, and he took every present.

The Narrator: 3,000 feet up. Up the side of Mt. Crumpit. He rode with his load to the tip-top to dump it.

The Narrator:
[Grinch: Oh, the wailing and the gnashing of teeth. The bellowing of the bitterly bummed out! It'll be like music to my ears! [strains harder, and stops to hear faint singing] Then the Grinch heard a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow. [Grinch: Huh? Whuh?] But the sound wasn't sad. Why this sounded merry. But it was merry. Very. Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small... were singing without any presents at all. He hadn't stopped Christmas from coming. It came. [Grinch: Somehow or other, it came just the same!] [Cindy Lou Who: Mr. Grinch?] And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling. [Grinch: How could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags!] And he puzzled and puzzled, 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something... he hadn't before. [Grinch: Maybe...Christmas...] He thought... [Grinch: ...Doesn't... come from a store. Maybe Christmas… perhaps… [warmly] ...Means a little bit more. [gets a sudden thump in his chest] Max! Help me! I'm... feeling! [wheezes, and sees his small heart growing]] And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say that the Grinch's small heart... grew 3 sizes... that day.

Cindy Lou Who:
You're the, the, the, the– [Grinch: [imitating Cindy Lou Who] "The, the, the, the–" [normal voice; loudly] THE GRINCH!] Aah! [falls down a mail shaft and gets stuck] Help! [Grinch: Well...] Help! [Grinch: That worked out nicely.]

Cindy Lou Who:
[Narrator: Cindy Lou had some questions in her curious heart. Why did the Grinch hate Christmas? Where did it all start? With her dad's blabbacorder, she wouldn't give an inch.] In your own words, please tell me everything you know about the Grinch.