The Grinch:
[after Max scared off some teen Whos] Well done, Max! Serves them right, those yuletide-loving... sickly-sweet, nog-sucking cheer mongers! I really don't like 'em. Mm-mm. No, I don't. [eats an 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? [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]
[Scene cuts to Whoville with a view of Max and the Grinch's feet]
Whoville Bike Men:
Merry Christmas!
The 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.
Mr. 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 two sizes too small.
Whoville Hat Salesman:
Hey, stranger! Won't let you go until you buy a chapeau! [The Grinch pulls off his mask, burps, blows odor on him, making him fall. The Grinch pulls his mask back on, and laughs evilly.]
