Equestria Ninja Girls in a Christmas Carolby WarriorofFaith18ChaptersIntro/ There goes Mr. HumbugThe Counting HouseDay off/One more Sleep Till ChristmasJacob Marley/I wear a ChainThe Ghost of Christmas PastGhost of Christmas Present/ Tiny TimGhost of Christmas Yet to ComeA Thankful HeartEpilogue and Christmas wishesIntro/ There goes Mr. HumbugThroughout all of London, everyone was celebrating Christmas Eve. The markets were filled with villagers getting last minute gifts, decorations, and foods. Among them, three people were trying to sell apples. One was a teen guy wearing a tan coat, red scarf, and black high silk hat, another was a girl wearing a black gown, and the youngest wore a brown cap and coat. The older guy noticed the young boy eating one of the apples. “Hey. Hey! Gamer, how are we supposed to sell apples if you keep eating?” “I’m adding assurance. People see me eating apples and they’d want to have a taste too.” The kid shrugged. Before the older guy could guy could argue more, the girl poked his shoulder. “Uh hey. Hey.” “Wha?” The guy turned to seem to notice someone. “Oh! Hello! Welcome to this presentation of A Christmas Carol. I will be your narrator this evening.” “And we’re here to help out.” The boy spoke for him and the girl who nodded. “My name is Charles Dickens.” “I’m Karai.” “And I’m Gamer.” Gamer then turned to Charles Dickens (Shine Boy). “So, Mr. Dickens, if I can call you that, how long have you been wearing that mask?” Charles just deadpanned at Gamer’s question. “Maybe I don’t want to be swarmed by my generations of fans while I’m telling my masterpiece.” “Well, your ‘fans’ are waiting to hear you tell the story, Charles.” Karai smirked, as hinting him to start the story. “Oh Right!” Charles cleared his throat and began his story. Jacob Marley was dead…. “Whoa! Whoa! We haven’t started the story and already there’s a body count?” Gamer blurted. “And this is supposed to be a kid show!” “That’s how the story starts! Jacob Marley was dead. Besides, he’s dead to begin with.” Charles explained before he continued. His business and heritance were given to his old business partner, Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge. “Who?” Karai raised her brow. “Ebeneezer Scrooge. You will know who he is as he turns from that corner.” Charles pointed. “Which corner?” Gamer asked. “That one.” “When?” Karai asked. “Now.” Then, as if on que, a tall man wearing a black coat and silk hat with a cane came from the corner (Dr. Mallow). He had light blue skin and blue hair and wore glasses. There he is. Mr. Ebeneezer Scrooge. Scrooge angrily walked past everybody without interacting with anybody. “Hey, did it just get colder all the sudden?” Gamer wondered. “Good. It’s not just me.” Karai agreed. As Scrooge passed by, villagers either looked at him in fear or anger as they began to sing. Scrooge didn’t stop for anyone from beggars to marketers. Even a trio of choir singers’ (CMCs) soft music didn’t even wow him. Scrooge liked the cold. He was hard and sharp as a flint. Secret and self-contained. As solitary as an oyster. As the villagers sang, Scrooge walked up to a counting house labeled ‘Scrooge and Marley’. “Everyday! And every hour, Scrooge is getting worse!” the villagers sang, finishing their song. When Scrooge turned around glaring at them, they all quickly went back to their businesses to avoid him. “Humbug.” He mumbled as he entered his counting house. Charles, followed by Gamer and Karai, hurried next to a window and continued to narrate. “He was a tight-fisted hand to the grindstone, old Scro-” he paused to notice the window was filthy. “Wow! This really is a dirty city.” He pulled out his hankie and wiped it off. “There we go.” “Here. Give it here.” Gamer accepted the handkerchief as Charles cleared his throat. He was a tight-fisted hand to the grindstone, old Scrooge. A squeezing, wrenching, rasping, clutching, covetous old sinner! As cold and damp as the counting house he conducted his own business. To be Continued Author's Note As a reminder, Dr. Mallow is an OC I made. https://www.deviantart.com/tmntony/art/Dr-Mellow-868938657 Here are everyone in their costumes drawn by me: Hope you enjoy! The Counting HouseAs Scrooge walked in the Counting house, he passed a couple bookkeepers. One had black hair (Keno), Another had blue hair (Flash Sentry), and the third on a higher chair was a turtle with a blue mask (Leonardo) and they all frightfully made sure they were working. Scrooge then saw a yellow gecko (Mondo) gulping as he looked up. Scrooge then spoke up. “Bob Cratchit.” The turtle in the mask looked up. “Yes, Mr. Scrooge?” “Who is this?” Scrooge pointed his cane at the gecko. “Oh, That’s Mr. Applegate, sir. He’s here to talk to you about his mortgage.” Cratchit answered. As Scrooge hung up his hat and coat, Applegate began pleading. “Please, Mr. Scrooge, I didn’t mean to fall behind on the payments, what with it being Christmas and all. And I understand if you wanna shout at me, I understand. Of course, it’s not exactly good conditions to yell. The doctor takes his toll.” As the gecko continued to ramble, Scrooge grabbed him by the collar and carried him to the door. “So I totally understand if you wish to not raise your voice. This kind of weather could really hurt your lungs, and that’s the TRUUUUTH!” He finished as Scrooge threw him out. “Thank you for not shouting, Dude, I mean Sir!” Scrooge then closed the door as the bookkeepers quickly went back to work. “Let us prepare the eviction notice papers for tomorrow, Cratchit.” “But sir, tomorrow’s Christmas.” Cratchit pointed out nervously. “Very well. You may gift wrap them.” Scrooge handed him a huge stack of papers. Cratchit grunted as he took them. “There sure are a lot of them, sir.” “Here. Let me take them, Mr. Cratchit.” The black-haired bookkeeper got up and took them for Cratchit. Scrooge sat at his desk and began writing as he spoke. “Christmas is a busy time for us, Cratchit. People preparing feasts, giving parties, spending mortgage money on frivolities. One might say December is the foreclosure season.” He looked up with a smirk. “Harvest time for the money lenders.” As Cratchit nodded nervously, the black-haired bookkeeper struggled to place the papers on the desk but was successful. As he took a breather, something rolled underneath him. “Uh oh.” Scrooge got up and stomped up to pick up a piece of coal. “What is this? Trying to steal my coal, are we?” Cratchit hurried between them. “F-for the fireplace, sir. It is so damp and chilly in here.” Had to sneak it in lump by lump and pop it the furnace while the old buzzard’s back was turned. Brr! “Next thing you know, you’ll be picking my pockets!” Scrooge scolded before he went back to his desk. “Back to work!” The bookkeepers and Cratchit all hurried back to their seats and went back to writing. Then, who should appear but Nephew Fred, Scrooge’s only living relative. At that very moment, a young blonde man (Zach) walked to the door and knocked. “Hello! Uncle?” As Fred entered, Gamer hurried in with Charles and Karai not far behind. “Hey, I think it’s colder in here!” “Merry Christmas!” “And a merry Christmas to you, Master Fred.” Cratchit greeted. Scrooge however scowled as he returned to his work. “Bah. Humbug.” “A merriest of Christmas to you, Uncle Scrooge!” Fred bowed. Scrooge stood up. “What’s so merry about it? I’ll tell you what Christmas is! It’s just another workday! And any fool who thinks else should be boiled in his own pudding!” Everyone cringed at the thought. “Depends on the pudding.” Charles and Karai looked confused at Gamer’s remark. “Just saying.” Fred scoffed at his uncle’s words. “Christmas a humbug? Nay, Uncle. Christmas is a time for friends, family, and loved ones.” The bookkeepers cheered to Fred before Scrooge raised his voice. “How does one celebrate Christmas in the UNEMPLOYMENT LINE?” It was enough for the bookkeepers to be quiet and continue their work as Scrooge turned back to his nephew. “What do you want, Nephew?” Fred held up a wreath. “I came to give you this wreath and an invitation to join Clara and me to dine with us tomorrow.” “What a repugnant revolting idea! Why did you marry anyway?” Scrooge sneered. “Because I fell in love, dear uncle. Give her a chance.” “You keep Christmas in your way and I’ll keep it in mine! Anyway, don’t you have business of your own to attend to, Nephew?” “Sadly, I do. At least, give it some thought.” “Humbug.” Scrooge then began leading Fred to the door as his nephew continued. “I pity you, Uncle. I may not be as rich as you, but I will go to my grave wishing a Merry Christmas.” Scrooge politely opened the door. “Good day.” “A wonderful Christmas!” “Good day!” Scrooge encouraged, but Fred continued. “A magnificent Christmas!” At last, Scrooge lost his patience and pushed his nephew out the door. “GOOD DAY!” After he slammed the door shut, Scrooge stomped back to his desk when- “Merry Christmas!” Fred popped in and hung his wreath near the door before leaving again. “And a Bah Humbug to you!” Scrooge yelled back. Over to the furnace, Gamer was blowing on a small flame in hopes to get it warmer as he and Karai tried to warm their hands while Charles narrated. Now in these times, it was customary on Christmas Eve for well being folks to call upon businesses collecting donations for the poor and homeless. At that very moment, the opened, revealing a turtle wearing a purple vest and mask under a coat and hat (Donatello) and a girl in a yellow dress and bonnet (April) as they entered. “Mr. Scrooge, I presume?” the turtle greeted. Scrooge looked up. “Who are you?” “We’re from the Order of the Victoria charity foundation.” The girl introduced. “We would like to speak to you about a donation.” The turtle smiled, holding up a cup for donations. Scrooge looked uninterested as they walked up to his desk as the girl continued. “At this festive time of year, Mr. Scrooge, some of us feel we must take care of our poor and homeless.” “Absolutely.” The Turtle agreed. “But are there no prisons or poorhouses?” Scrooge raised his brow. “Oh, there are plenty of those.” The girl assured. “Good. For a moment, I was worried.” Scrooge went back to his work. “Some of us are in jeopardy to raise a fund for the poor and homeless.” The turtle explained. “So, what might I put you down for?” “Nothing.” “You wish to remain anonymous?” the girl raised her brow. “I wish to be left alone.” Scrooge stated. “I do not make merry myself a Christmas. I know how to treat the poor. My taxes go the prisons and poorhouses. They must go there.” He began walking to the door. “B-but some would rather die!” the girl protested. “If they’d rather die, then they better well do it! And decrease the surplus population!” Scrooge yelled. “Why you!” the girl lunged at Scrooge before the turtle grabbed her, not wanting to make a scene. “Oh dear.” Scrooge opened the door. “Here’s the door. You may use it!” Seeing Scrooge wasn’t going to help, the turtle dragged the girl out. “Cmon, April. I think we’ve taken enough of Scrooge’s time!” After they left, Scrooge slammed the door, having enough of the interruptions. He was heading back to his desk when he heard singing. “Good King Wenceslas looked out On the Feast of Stephen When the snow lay round about Deep and crisp and even” Angrily, Scrooge opened the door and saw a teen boy with patched up coat and hat and glasses (Steve Urkel) singing. “Brightly shone the moon that night.” The boy stopped to see Scrooge glaring at him. “Wuh oh.” “What do you want?” Scrooge growled. Nervously, the boy held out his hat. “Um, penny for the song, Governor?” Scrooge responded by slamming the door on him. He then turned to the wreath Nephew Fred gave him and grabbed it. The boy was walking away before Scrooge opened the door and he turn just as he was nailed by the wreath that was thrown at him. “Ow!” And with that, Scrooge went to his desk and went back to work. To Be Continued Author's Note I'm only going to put these "()" on the characters so you know who's who in the story. Only on their introductions. And As you maybe aware, I will be adding dialogue from not only The Muppet Christmas Carol, but from Mickey's Christmas Carol as well as the Ranklin/Bass special Stingiest Man in town. Day off/One more Sleep Till ChristmasIt was evening when Cratchit spoke to Scrooge. “Um, Mr. Scrooge? It’s closing time, sir.” Scrooge looked up at the clock and saw it was indeed seven o clock. He doubled checked his watch. “Hmm. I thought that was two minutes fast. Must’ve gotten it fixed. Very well.” Scrooge began to put away his books when he noticed Cratchit still standing there and sighed heavily. “I suppose you and the bookkeepers want the day off tomorrow?” “I didn’t think I would have to ask, sir. It is Christmas tomorrow. Other places would be closed. They’ll be nobody to do business with. It would be poor for business and waste on coal.” Scrooge looked unmoved. “It’s a poor excuse to pick a man’s pocket every December the twenty fifth.” He then got up. “But I seem to be the only person here who knows that. Take the day off. All of you.” The bookkeepers cheered as Scrooge went to grab his coat and hat before he angrily turned to them. “WILL YOU STOP THAT?” The bookkeepers quickly stopped and hurried to their desk. “Thank you, Mr. Scrooge.” Cratchit thanked as Scrooge walked by him and out the door. “Be here early the next day.” He ordered before he took his leave. As he walked through the town, he past by Charles, Karai, and Gamer who watch him pass by. With their employer gone at last, Bob Cratchit and the bookkeepers immediately began their pleasant of activities- the celebration of Christmas! Back at the counting house, the blue haired bookkeeper watched Scrooge leave through the window before turning to the others. “He’s gone!” “Gentlemen, let’s close up for Christmas.” Cratchit smiled as he began to sing. As Cratchit sang, he and the bookkeepers swept the floor, put away their books, and put out the candles and furnace. Before long, the place looked ready for the next day. “Looks like that’s everything!” the black-haired bookkeeper thumbed up. Cratchit looked around and nodded. “Good work, gentlemen.” After they all got their coats and hats, they headed out the door. Cratchit locked it with a key before he sang more. As they walked, they saw a couple kids (Lancer, Ace, Patch, Logan, Half Note, and Sweet Note) sliding or skating on a skinny icy patch and having fun. Cratchit joined in and everyone clapped at his skating performance. After Charles skated a little bit himself, Karai grabbed Gamer, against his wishes, and the two slid in fast, hitting a barrel that Gamer fell in. “Fun, huh?” Karai asked smugly as Gamer looked at her annoyed. Afterwards, Cratchit and the bookkeepers left, wishing the kids a Merry Christmas as they hurried home. The bookkeepers both left as well, saying goodbye to Cratchit as he finished singing, watching every house turning off their lights and a shooting star in the sky. He then turned to see the singing beggar from before, shivering while covering himself with newspapers. Thinking a little, he took off his scarf and gave it to him, plus a couple shillings. “B-Bless you!” the singer shivered as he accepted it. “Merry Christmas.” Cratchit smiled before he finally headed home for the Holidays. To Be Continued Author's Note Yep. A short chapter this time. I was debating on adding the first part of the next chapter in this, but i wanted to put the scene all together. After this, The rest should longer. Anyway, Enjoy! Jacob Marley/I wear a ChainIn another part of town, where it looked eerie and foggy, Charles, along with Karai and Gamer, drove up near a house in a horse and carriage as Charles narrated. Scrooge lived in the chambers that had once belonged to his old business partner, Jacob Marley. “Apple?” Gamer offered Mr. Dickens. “Not while I'm telling the story.” He declined. The building was tall and eerie. And some might say, even spooky. Now, bear in mind, that Marley was dead, so what happens next may be a little frightening. Karai raised her brow at how Charles was whispering. “Why are you talking like that?” “I'm putting dramatic emphasis.” Charles shrugged. At that moment, they saw Scrooge walking up to the house and stood by the door. But as he bent down to unlock the door, he looked at the face on the knocker which looked like it was morphing. He saw it turn into a shockingly familiar face to him. The knocker resembled a guy with long brown hair with black colored eyes. “Jacob Marley?!” Scrooge gulped. “SCROOOOOOGE!” the face bellowed scaringly. Not only did it startled Scrooge, but the horse was spooked as well, neighing in fright while causing Charles, Karai, and Gamer to fall of the carriage. As Gamer and Karai got up, they saw Charles lying on his back motionless and panicked. Meanwhile, Scrooge looked at knocker to see it was back to normal. “Humbug.” He murmured before he unlocked the door. “Bro! I mean, Mr Dickens!” Gamer cried as he patted Charles’ face. “Are you okay?” Karai shook him while holding his hat. Just then, Charles sat up like normal, speaking to the audience. “I told you it would be frightening.” “Least he’s alright.” Gamer muttered. “Pardon?” Charles turned to him while accepting his hat from Karai and putting it back on. “Nothing.” Just then, they all heard the door close, meaning Scrooge went in. Charles got up. “Cmon! We’ll sneak to the back.” As they hurried, Charles continued to narrate. It was always dark in Scrooge’s chambers. Darkness was cheap and Scrooge loved it. But the incident at the door had Scrooge troubled, causing him to do a thorough investigation from top to bottom. “Okay. Hold up!” The trio stopped as Gamer continued to Charles. “How do you know what’s going on in there? He’s up there and we’re down.” “Like I said, it’s a narrator thing.” Charles shrugged. To conduct this search, Scrooge was forced to light all the lamps. At that moment, they all looked up to see the windows light up. “How does he do that?” Gamer whispered to Karai. “Don’t look at me. He’s your brother.” Karai shrugged. After he lit all the lamps, Scrooge slowly walked up the stairs. Unknown to him, a shadow of a figure covered in chains followed right behind him. Scrooge heard the footsteps and chains rattling behind him. But when he quickly turned around, there was nothing there. He took a couple more steps and eyed behind him and turned around again only to see nothing again. Scrooge looked franticly around the staircase, looking for any signs of life before deadpanning to himself. “Humbug.” He mumbled as he made it up to his bedroom, unaware he slammed the door on the shadow. Not long after, Scrooge was dressed in his evening wear, having his dinner by the fireplace. Suddenly, the service bell rang for no reason. Before Scrooge could go back to his dinner, it rang again. The fire then died down suddenly as he then heard a spooky voice call out to him. “Ebeneezer Scroooooooge!” Scrooge swallowed his breath as a figure fazed through the door. His face was what the knocker turned to. He wore a white bandage around his brown hair and all around his body was a long chain with trinkets and containers. His skin was as white as snow and his eyes were black as sackcloth (Night Shine). At last, Scrooge gained the courage to ask the glaring figure. “Who-who are you?” The figure didn’t change his face as he spoke gravely. “Ask me not who I am. Ask me who I was.” “Very well. Who were you?” “In life, I was your partner, Jacob Marley.” Scrooge did not look convinced. “You look like him, but I don’t believe it.” “Why do you doubt your senses?” Marley asked. “Because a little thing can affect a man. A slight disorder of the stomach can make them cheat! You may be a little bit of undigested beef.” Marley just flapped his hand as Scrooge talked. “A blob of mustard. A crumb of cheese. Yes. There’s more gravy than the grave about you!” Marley then breathed heavily before howling frightfully, startling Scrooge as he fell off his chair. “Do you believe in me NOW?” he growled. Scrooge frightfully got back in his chair. “Why have you come to me, Marley?” “It is required of every man that their spirit within him to walk abroad among his fellow man. And if that spirit does not go forth in life, he is condemned to do so after death! To witness what he cannot share but might’ve shared and turned to happiness. See me as I am. Condemned to walk the earth for eternity. Because I have wasted my life.” “Wasted? How, dear Marley?” Scrooge asked. “Remember when I was alive, I robbed the widows and swindled the poor?” “And all in the same day. That was a personal record for you, Jacob.” Scrooge recalled. “Well, I WAS WRONG! I handed myself to money! Instead of helping my neighbor! Now I must carry this chain of greed and heartlessness I forged in life!” Marley moaned and began to sing. After Marley finished, Scrooge tried to reason with his old partner. “But it is not right for you to be so condemned! You were only doing business in life as I do now! And business is business.” “Mankind should have been my business.” Marley then turned to Scrooge. “You still have time to repent!” “How?” Scrooge begged. “Tonight, you will be visited by three spirits.” “Haunted? I’d rather not.” Marely howled again at Scrooge’s remark. “Without their visits, you cannot even hope to escape the fate I suffer! Expect the first ghost when the bell tolls one!” “Can’t- can’t I meet them all at once and get it over with?” Scrooge hoped. Marley then led Scrooge to the window. “Come.” Scrooge looked to see other ghosts like Marley (Rahzar, Shredder, Kavaxas, Newtralizer, Mozar, and Kraang droids), all wearing chains and looking miserable. “See the phantoms that roam the night air. Each with chains. None free. And I must join them.” Marley floated down to the other spirits and then called out to his partner. “Observe and know our misery, o Scrooge. Now we seek to do good in human matters. But lost the power forever. Repent.” The other spooks joined Marley in chanting. “Repent! REPENT! REPENT! REPENT!” “No! NO!” Scrooge quickly slammed his window shut and hurried to his chair. Soon he opened his eyes to see his fireplace lit up like normal, like nothing happened. And with that, the spirit of Scrooge’s partner and the other spirits vanished, leaving him one again alone in his room. Gamer shuddered. “That was creepy! Should we be worried any of the kids in the audience?” “Nah, this is culture.” Charles shrugged. “Ah.” Karai and Gamer nodded. “So, what now?” Karai asked. “C’mon. let’s get in position for the next scene.” Charles sugeested as he led the two forward to the back of the chambers. To Be Continued Author's Note Special thanks to Jebens1 for a little help on the dialogue. There's another version of Jacob Marley's song from a broadway version of A Christmas Carol, but I chose the short version from Ranklin/Bass's 'Stingiest Man in town'. And I think that's it. The Ghost of Christmas PastIt wasn’t long before Scrooge headed to bed to turn in for the night. As he made his way to the bed, he looked around cautiously for any signs of the spirits he was warned about. “Spirits.” He mumbled as he crawled in bed and blew out the candle and closed the drapes. “Humbug.” “C’mon.” Charles said as he, Karai, and Gamer climbed a tree. “This one is the closest to his bedroom.” “Watching an old guy sleep. Not exactly the best evening activity.” Gamer griped. “Haven’t you been paying attention?” Karai rolled her eyes. “Scrooge is gonna be visited by three ghosts.” “The first ghost is to appear at one. It’ll be very soon.” Charles took out a pocket watch and checked it. Scrooge slipped into the empty of a dreamless sleep. In his bed, Scrooge was sound asleep. When his grandfather clock rang, he opened one eye and looked around before Charles shouted Marley’s words, startling Gamer. “EXPECT THE FIRST GHOST WHEN THE BELL TOLLS ONE!” As his words echoed, the trio looked around to see nothing happening. Charles checked his watch again. “Hmm. Must be off by a couple minutes. Or maybe she’s running late or something. Cuz there was supposed to be a-” Suddenly, a blinding bright light shone in Scrooge’s room, startling the three. “Oh. There we go.” Scrooge was equally startled as he sat up. The light was shining through his drapes before he pulled them away, trying to see. When the light disappeared, there stood a young girl with red and yellow hair (Sunset Shimmer) wearing a white gown. She had light shining on her head and carried holly and a big extinguisher. Scrooge breathed. “Are you the spirit who’s coming was foretold to me?” “I am.” Nodded the girl. “But… you’re just a child.” Scrooge blinked. “I can remember for nearly nineteen hundred years. I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.” “Long past?” “Your past.” “What business has brought you here?” “Your welfare.” Scrooge scoffed at the Spirit’s answer. “a night’s unbroken rest might be my welfare.” “Your salvation then. Take heed. Come.” The spirit turned to the window that sprung open magically. Scrooge grew nervous. “I beg you, Spirit. I’m mortal. I’ll fall.” “A touch of my hand you shall fly.” Scrooge reluctantly took the spirit’s hand and the two flew out the window. At that moment, Charles roped Scrooge’s leg with a grappling hook. “Everyone ready?” he turned to Karai and Gamer who were holding on. “Ready.” Karai grinned. “Here we gooooo!” Gamer cried as they lifted up with them. As they all floated over London, Gamer looked down to the city below. “Man. What a view!” “Am I the only one amazed they could lift up all three of us?” Karai looked up at Scrooge and the spirit. “I ain’t complaining.” Charles shrugged. Scrooge was equally amazed as he looked at how high they were. The spirit saw that and grinned. “What’s wrong, Scrooge? Ha ha. I thought you enjoy looking down on the world.” Scrooge noticed a light in the horizon. “Spirit, what is that light? It can’t be dawn.” “It is the past.” The spirit answered as they headed towards it. “Well, that looks inviting.” Gamer noticed the light. “Hang on! Here’s where the ride gets bumpy.” Charles warned. “Oh joy.” Karai mumbled as they flew into the blinding light. When the light faded, Scrooge saw they were above a forest area as they descended. “We’re going down.” Gamer noticed. “We’ll follow them through the trees. Let’s go!” Charles ordered as the three jumped down and he retracted his line without Scrooge noticing. They jumped from the trees as they followed Scrooge and the spirit to a building. And so, they arrived at Ebeneezer Scrooge’s childhood. Charles then noticed they were one person short. “Where’s Gamer?” “He was right behind me.” Karai was equally confused. Then, Gamer jumped out, revealing he was being attacked by a stray cat. “I’ll get him. You keep narrating.” Karai went to help him as Charles continued. It was the afternoon of Christmas Eve. And Scrooge was conscious of a thousand odors. Each one was connected with a thousand thoughts and hopes and joys and cares. Long, long ago. Scrooge looked around as he and the spirit landed near a familiar building. “That’s my old school. I was a boy here!” he then saw a couple familiar kids. “Look! It’s Henry!” he pointed to a tall boy in green. “And Edward, my best friend!” he next pointed to a boy in blue. “Hello! Hello, boys!” The boys didn’t respond as the spirit explained. “These are the shadows of the past, Ebeneezer. They can neither see nor hear you. Come. Let us go inside.” Meanwhile, Karai was trying to yank the cat off Gamer. When the cat refused to budge, Karai shifted her face to serpent eyes and fangs and hissed at the cat, scaring it off as it scurried off. Gamer spat out some cat fur from his mouth. “Thank you.” He thanked Karai, who smiled as her face shifted back. “Come on. Mr. Dickens is waiting for us.” She lead him to Charles who held the door for them. “This way.” He politely said as they entered the school. _____ And what a flood of memories came back to him as Scrooge beheld his old classroom. The three watched from the corner as Scrooge looked around with the spirit not far behind him. “I know it all so well, Spirit. The desk. The smell of the chalk. I chose my profession in this room.” “And is he too familiar?” The spirit pointed to a desk. Scrooge beheld a small boy. A boy he knew all very well indeed. The boy was light purple skinned with black hair and wore glasses (Amethyst Majesty) and he was writing and working. “Good heaven.” Scrooge wowed. “It’s me.” Just then, a couple boys hurried past. “C’mon, Scrooge! The last coach is leaving!” one boy said. “Yeah! Everyone goes home for Christmas.” The other added as they left. The past Scrooge sneered. “Who cares about stupid old Christmas?” “I was often alone. More time for reading and studying. The Christmas season was a time to get work done. Time for…. Solitude.” Scrooge reminisced. Karai spoke to Gamer and Charles. “Y’know, I can relate to Scrooge. Even under my so-called father’s rule, I felt alone a lot.” Charles responded by patting her shoulder contently. “Let us see another Christmas in this place.” The Spirit suggested. “They were all the same. Nothing changed.” “You’ve changed.” The spirit pointed out. “Besides, there was one Christmas that was different.” In one of the years that flew by, Scrooge saw a figure he hadn’t seen in years. His now deceased sister, Fanny. “Ebby!” Past Scrooge looked to see a girl with warm pink puffy hair and in a pink dress (Pinkie Pie) burst through the door, which caused Gamer to jump in Karai’s arms. Karai just responded by dropping him on the floor. “F-Fan!” Young Scrooge stuttered as his sister bounced toward him. “Merry Christmas, big brother!” “What’s so merry about it?” Young Scrooge rolled his eyes. “Because, this year, you get to come home!” Fanny cheered. Young Scrooge looked unconvinced. “I doubt father wants to see me.” Fanny pouted. “But he said you could come home this time!” “I… don’t know.” Seeing her brother still unsure, Fanny began to sing. When Fanny finished her song, Young Scrooge slowly smiled. “Well, in full honesty, I have missed you, Fan. Okay, I’ll come.” “Yay! C’mon! the carriage is waiting.” Fanny pulled Young Scrooge to the door while Scrooge shed a tear. The spirit noticed. “You loved your sister Fan dearly.” Scrooge wiped away his tear. “I did. She was the only thing that brought joy to my clouded life. She died giving birth to Fred. I've hated him ever since!” “And yet, despite that, Fred cares for you.” Scrooge breathed heavily. “He takes after his mother. But all it does is remind me of her!” The spirit put her hand on Scrooge’s shoulder. “Come. There is much to see.” There was a blinding light as the spirit led Scrooge away from his old school. A moment later, Scrooge found himself standing on a city street, looking at a building he had not seen in years. Scrooge looked around as he perked up as the spirit spoke. “Tell me, Ebeneezer, do you know this place?” “Know it? My first job was here! This was Fezziwig’s!” Once again, it was Christmas eve. Night was falling and the lamplighters were plying their trade. Charles and Karai looked up as Gamer lit a lamp only to get his sleeve on fire too. “Oh Shhh!” he gasped. “Little help!” “Oh geez. Uh….” Charles looked around franticly as Karai looked to see a bucket of water and kicked the ladder, causing Gamer to fall in the bucket. Gamer poked his head out of the water, shivering. “T-Th-Thank you!” “You’re welcome.” Karai grinned before turning to Charles. “You might want to fish him.” “Right.” Charles agreed as Gamer went back in the water. Meanwhile, Scrooge saw a bird with a white wig (Pidgeon Pete) peeking out the door. “There he is! Old Fezziwig himself!” Fezziwig smiled. “Look, lads! Dusk has fallen! The lamplighters are at work. It’s Christmas Eve for certain!” Scrooge turned to the spirit. “What an employee he was. As hard and ruthless as a rose petal.” “It’s time for the party to begin!” Fezziwig went back inside. “It’s the Fezziwig annual Christmas party!” As Scrooge and the spirit went inside, Charles put a stick in the water while Karai watched. “Gamer come on!” he called. “You okay?” Karai asked. “Merry Christmas!” Through out the place, everyone was in jolly spirits wishing each other a Merry Christmas. Scrooge looked around and saw many familiar faces, including a younger version of Jacob Marley. Just then, Charles and Karai entered in secret as Charles was carrying a big white frozen Gamer. Just then, he saw a brown-haired girl in a blue dress and wore a pink scarf (Serenity) that caught his eye. “Well. Hello.” He mumbled blushing. His trance was interrupted by a grunt. “Yeah, yeah I haven’t forgotten you.” They walked up to a table where Charles smashed Gamer on, freeing him from his icy predicament. As he shook himself loose, Gamer deadpanned at Charles. “I suppose I should be grateful.” “You’re welcome.” Charles smiled. “Excuse me?” They watched Fezziwig trying to get everyone’s attention, but nobody was paying attention. “Can I have your attention please?” When everyone was still not listening, a tall alligator with a high silk hat and bow (Leatherhead), walked up before roaring, “QUIET!” As the place grew silent, the gator walked away. “Thank you.” Fezziwig cleared his throat. “Yes, that’s better. Welcome to the Fezziwig’s annual Christmas party. At this time of the proceedings, it is a tradition for me to make a little speech.” “Isn’t it also a tradition for us to take a little nap?” The younger Jacob Marley chived as everyone laughed. “Oh, everyone’s a critic!” Fezziwig pulled out a small piece of paper. “Here is my Christmas speech. Here we go. Ahem. Thank you all and merry Christmas!” Everyone applauded while young Jacob just shrugged. “Probably the best speech I’ve heard.” “Let’s party!” Fezziwig cheered as the musicians began to play and everyone danced. Fezziwig danced merrily with his wife (Derpy). Gamer sat by the punch bowl getting a drink as Charles got a plate of Hor derves that he shared with Karai. Scrooge looked at Fezziwig having fun. “I couldn’t have worked for a kinder man. I always was concerned for the expenses, he kept telling me Christmas was a time for generosity and this was just small things.” “A small matter,” said the spirit, “to make these silly folks so full of gratitude.” The Spirit signed to him to listen to the crowd, who were pouring out their hearts in praise of Fezziwig: and when he had done so, said, “Why! Is it not? He has spent but a few pounds of your mortal money: three or four perhaps. Is that so much that he deserves this praise?” “It isn’t that!” said Scrooge, heated by the remark, and speaking unconsciously like his former, not his latter, self. “It isn’t that, Spirit. He has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. Say that his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count ’em up: what then? The happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it cost a fortune.” He felt the Spirit’s glance and stopped. He looked around and saw a familiar lad sitting at the corner. “That’s me. I was a bit shy in those days.” “It was shortly after your sister died, giving birth to your nephew. It was fitting that you would be so antisocial.” “Yeah. I had almost forgotten about after working for Fezziwig.” Scrooge mumbled before noticing a new familiar face. “There. Is lovely Isabelle.” There standing there was a young girl with purple lavishing hair in a purple dress (Rarity). As she eyed Ebeneezer, she saw mistletoe above and smiled and went towards Young Scrooge. “Ebeneezer? Ebeneezer?” “Yes, Isabelle?” Young Scrooge asked as she pulled him under the mistletoe. “My eyes are closed, my lips puckered, and I’m standing under the mistletoe.” Before she could kiss, Ebeneezer noticed something. “You’re also standing on my foot.” Despite that, Belle took Young Scrooge’s hand, and they shared a dance. After much merriment and fun, Belle leaned over and pecked Young Scrooge’s cheek. Scrooge sighed. “I remember how much I fell in love her. I shouldn’t have remembered.” The spirit spoke up. “There is another Christmas involving that young girl.” Scrooge wide eyed at the spirit. “No. not that.” He then saw himself at his counting house as the spirit explained. “You just started your counting business with Jacob Marley. Your way has been set. Recall how you drove love out of your heart and replaced with the worship of money.” Scrooge watched through the window and saw his younger self with Belle. Only this time, Belle looked more upset at the younger Scrooge. “Yes! Another idol has replaced me!” she whined. Young Scrooge looked at her unamused. “Oh really? That’s going a little too far, Belle.” He went back to his counting book. “Hmm. Hawkins is three days late. Do you realize how much money I’m expected to lose?” Belle closed his book. “Please, Ebeneezer. It is Christmas.” Young Scrooge snapped. “Christmas? Bah! Christmas is a folly! A waste of time! It’s a…. a humbug! That’s right! Christmas is a humbug!” Belle gasped and began to shed tears. “I-I wish to break our engagement, Ebeneezer.” “Why?” Ebeneezer cried. “Because you are becoming something I don’t know. Something I don’t want to know!” “Belle, I’m doing this for you. I love you!” Young Scrooge pleaded. “You did once!” Belle sobbed as she ran out the door. As she ran crying, she sang a little song. Meanwhile, Young Scrooge sang to himself as he showed before angrily going back to his counting book. After the song finished, Scrooge began to tremble with regret as the spirit noticed. “Something on your mind, Mr. Scrooge?” “Belle was my first real love...” Scrooge sadly said as he wiped away a tear. “Yes, she was. But you loved your money more than that poor woman.” Scrooge pleaded to the spirit. “Spirit, show me no more! I do not wish to bare these memories much longer!” “These memories were made by you only, Scrooge. So do not blame me for the path that led to you becoming the miser you are today.” The spirit turned away. “Take me home, Spirit.” Scrooge demanded. But instead, the Ghost turned to Scrooge as her face changed to Franny. Scrooge flinched at the sight. “Stop this!” The Ghost ignored him as her face shifted into Fezziwig. “Why do torture me with these visions?!” The Ghost's face then turned into to Belle as she answered in her voice, "You torture yourself, Scrooge!" Then the ghost let out a blinding light. Scrooge covered his eyes from the glare and when it dimmed down, Scrooge uncovered them and saw he was back in his bedroom. Scrooge was left alone, exhausted in his bed chamber. And thus, he remained until the nearby clock began striking the hour. Outside the window, Charles and Karai watched Scrooge going back to bed as the clock began to ding, waking Gamer up. “What was that?” he yawned. “Two o clock.” Charles told him. “Kay. Wake me when the next ghost comes.” Gamer fell back asleep next to Karai who rubbed his head. “Should we tell him it’ll be soon?” Karai asked Charles. “Let him rest. It’ll be a little.” Charles looked back at Scrooge. To be Continued Author's Note Whew! This chapter took longer than expected. Probably the next two might be just as long. Thank you all for your patience. Special thanks to Jebens1 for help with a bit of dialogue. Henry and Edward are supposed to be the characters from Thomas & Friends if they were in Equestria Girls. (There's a fiction about that) Ghost of Christmas Present/ Tiny TimScrooge knew that the second ghost was due to appear, yet now, as clock stop striking… Scrooge peered from his bed and looked around his now empty room. All seemed quiet. “Nothing.” Suddenly, the next room turned on as a big booming voice called to him. “COME IN! AND KNOW ME BETTER MAN!” Scrooge cautiously walked in and saw the room filled with so much food. “COME FORTH! AND KNOW ME BETTER MAN!” Scrooge turned to see a turtle wearing an orange mask, a green robe, and a wreath with candles on his head while carrying a cornucopia light and a horn that he spoke in (Michelangelo). “Wait, did I already say that?” “You did.” Scrooge deadpanned. “Okay.” The turtle threw the horn away. The crash itself was enough to wake Gamer up. “I’m up! I’m up!” he looked around. “I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. This is the night before the dawn before the day of Christmas! Did I mention that I was the Ghost of Christmas Present?” “Yes, you did.” Scrooge nodded. “Come in! and know me better Man!” the spirit chuckled. “You’re a little absent minded, Spirit.” “No, I’m a large absent-minded spirit!” Scrooge couldn’t help but chuckle at the Spirit’s joke. “My mind is filled with the here and now. And the now is…. Christmas!” The spirit laughed. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone like you, Spirit.” Scrooge mentioned. “Nope. Eighteen hundred of my brothers have come before me!” “Eighteen hundred? Imagine the grocery bills.” The spirit laughed at Scrooge’s jester before Scrooge looked the food. “Where did all this come from?” “From the heart, Scrooge! It’s the fruit of generosity, which you have long denied your fellow man.” “Generosity? Ha!” Scrooge scoffed. “Nobody has ever shown me generosity!” “You’ve never given them reason to.” The spirit took a mince pie and ate it before belching. “And yet, there are those who still have warmth in their hearts, even for the likes of you!” “No acquaintance of mine, I assure you.” Scrooge mumbled. The spirit just laughed. “Have you ever noticed how everything seems wonderful at Christmas?” Scrooge took a deep breath. “In full honesty, Spirit, no. I never seemed to understand Christmas.” The spirit patted his shoulder. “Before this day is done, you WILL understand!” “Uh oh.” Gamer said just before the Spirit opened the window, knocking him and Charles off the roof. The spirit took a deep breath. “We shall go out into the world!” Charles pulled Gamer out from the snow when Karai, who managed to avoid the window and got down in time, walked up to them. “Enjoy your trip?” “Yeah. It’s fun around fall!” Gamer huffed as Charles dropped him to the ground. As the Spirit and Scrooge appeared at the town square, the town turned from night to day and people began appearing, enjoying themselves as the Spirit announced. “May I welcome you to Christmas morning!” They saw two singers (Snips and Snails) singing merrily when the fat one accidently hit a passing by woman (Trixie) with his cymbal. She got up and chased after them as they ran while the spirit began to sing. During the song, everybody seemed to sing along. Scrooge saw two girls (Sapphire Night and Wallflower Blush) give a wreath to a couple of homeless guys (Leatherhead and Rockwell). A pink haired girl (Fluttershy) sang to a family of mice. Even the police warden (Cranky Doodle) sang with the prisoner (Vallhallen). Soon, everyone was dancing as well as singing. “It feels like Christmas!” The spirit sang as snow began to fall. When the song was over, Scrooge was intrigued. “Spirit, I had no idea! I wish to see friends, kin! Show me family!” Soon, Scrooge and the spirit were in a home as Scrooge saw someone familiar. “That’s Fred. That’s my nephew Fred! And his wife, Clara!” Scrooge pointed to Fred with a girl with black hair with a purple streak (Angel). They were joined by their friends and their families (Carter, Buffy, Caitlyn, Gabby, Love Shine, and Vernon) as they all took a seat. Charles, Karai, and Gamer were watching from behind some furniture as Gamer noticed a fruit bowl beside him. Fred spoke up. “Alright. We’ve all had the plum pudding, sang the carols. What should we do now, my love?” “A game, Fred!” Clara perked up. “Yeah! We must have a game at Christmas.” Carter agreed along with everyone else. “Do people play games at Christmas?” Scrooge asked the spirit who chuckled. “I love games!” Karai turned to see Gamer eating a grape from the bowl. “You do know that fruit is wax right?” “Would explain the texture.” Gamer spat it out. Love Shine spoke up. “How about Yes and No?” “Oh, a wonderful game!” Caitlyn smiled. Everyone else agreed as Fred smiled. “That’s a wonderful game! I’ll go first!” “Yes, let Fred be it! He always picks the best ones.” Clara nodded. “I do have a good one, Clara. Guess.” Buffy went first. “Is it… a vegetable?” “No.” “A mineral?” Clara guessed. “No.” “Animal?” Caitlyn asked. “What else?” “What else indeed.” Agreed Clara. “Was it raised on a farm?” Vernon asked. “Never.” “In the city?” Clara guessed. “Usually.” “Does it pull a handsome chap?” Carter asked. “Certainly not.” “How about a dog?” Love Shine guessed. Fred paused. “Ah…. No.” “A cat!” Scrooge guessed. “A cat!” Clara repeated. “I said it first.” Scrooge argued, forgetting they can’t hear him. “Nope.” Clara thought for a second. “Is it an unwanted creature?” “Often.” “A mouse!” Gabby guessed. “No.” “A rat!” Buffy blurted out. “No.” “A cockroach!” Vernon cried. “No.” “A leech!” Love Shine cried. “Too good.” Clara spoke up. “Wait! An unwanted creature, but not a rat leech or cockroach…” “What?” Buffy asked. “What?” Caitlyn repeated. “What?” Scrooge was equally curious. “It’s Ebeneezer Scrooge!” “Yes!” Everyone cheered and laughed while Scrooge felt put off with what felt like an insult. He was ready to leave before the spirit stopped him. “I think you should hear this.” “I don’t want to see no more.” Scrooge moaned before he heard Buffy spoke. “Yet why do even care for that cruel uncle of yours, Fred?” Fred’s smile faded as he explained. “It was because of my late mother Fan. Uncle Scrooge loved her more than life itself. She brought him love and joy when he had non in his heart. Now that she is gone, I try to do the same. Despite what everyone thinks, I believe he still has kindness and joy in him, even if he cannot see it himself. And I will never lose hope that he will find it one day.” His guests clapped at his speech and Clara gave him a kiss. The spirit grinned at Scrooge. “How do you like that? You know, you really should appreciate your nephew more.” Scrooge trembled remembering Fanny. “All he does is remind me of Fanny, and what I lost!” “You can't keep living in the past, dude. You gotta move on and enjoy the here and now. And speaking of moving on...” The spirit lead Scrooge through the wall. Scrooge noticed they were in a small part of town. “Why are we in this part of town?” “It’s Christmas here too, you know.” The Spirit then pointed to a nearby shack. “That is the home of your overworked, under paid employee, Bob Cratchit.” Perhaps it was the Spirit’s own generous nature and sympathy towards poor men that led them to the home Scrooge’s faithful clerk. As Charles and Karai climbed to the roof with a chimney sweep, Gamer looked down and sniffed the chimney. “I think they’re cooking goose down there.” He guessed. “Either that or it’s chicken.” “Step aside please.” Charles said as he began to sweep. Scrooge turned to the Spirit. “This is Bob Cratchit’s house?” “How’d you know that?” The Spirit raised a brow. “You told me.” “Well, I’m usually trustworthy.” The spirit said smugly. They looked through the window. Scrooge saw a light purple skinned woman wearing glasses preparing dinner (Twilight Sparkle) while humming. “Who’s that?” “Mrs. Cratchit, of course.” Mrs. Cratchit, or Emily, turned to a young boy with blue skin and brown hair (Lancer) turning the spit where the goose was cooking. “It’s looking good, Peter. Keep it up. Just a couple more spins and the goose will be ready when your father and Tiny Tim get home.” Peter grunted as he turned the spit. “It smells so good, Mommy.” “It does, doesn’t it?” a small purple dog salivated in front of the stove (Spike), eyeing the goose. “Oh Spike.” Emily chuckled as she petted him. Back on the roof, Gamer sniffed the chimney and was really close. “Yeah, that’s definitely Goose- OOF!” Charles and Karai turned to see Gamer had fallen in the chimney and got stuck. “Gamer!” Karai gasped. “Oh, good grief.” Charles mumbled. “Hey! I’m stuck! Get me out of here!” “Mom has told you to lay off the root beer!” Charles called to him before turning to Karai. “Grab a hold and on the count of three we push him through.” Karai nodded and they both held the sweep in the pipe Gamer was stuck in. “One. Two. THREE!” Together, they pushed Gamer through as he fell through the chimney. “Whew, least I landed on something soft.” He looked down to see he was on the spit with the goose. “And hot!” he yelped jumping up and down. “Belinda! Petina!” Emily called as two girls (Melody Note and Sweetheart) hurried downstairs. “Come set the table. Your father will be home soon.” “Yes, mother.” Belinda said as she and Petina hurried to the table while Emily saw Spike just about to steal a chestnut. “Spike! You know the rules! No eating the chestnuts until Bob and Tiny Tim get home!” Spike chuckled sheepishly as he slowly backed away. Just then, a pink haired girl in a turquoise dress (Fluttershy) entered. “Merry Christmas, mother!” “Martha!” Emily hugged her as the children cheered. “I was afraid you wouldn’t make it!” “I’m so glad I could.” Martha smiled. “Your father and Tiny Tim will be home soon. Seeing you here will be a great surprise for them both.” “I will go hide to contain the excitement.” Martha hid in the closet. Scrooge and the spirit saw coming up to the house was Bob Cratchit himself. On his shoulder was a small boy carrying a crutch (Pipsqueak) who had to have been Tiny Tim. They were both singing a little jig together and having fun together. When they arrived at the house, Cratchit set his son down. “C’mon, son, let’s go see if Christmas dinner is ready.” “Coming, Father.” Tim smiled. As They entered, Charles and Karai snuck in the house before the door closed. “Merry Christmas, everyone!” Cratchit announced. “Daddy!” Patina and Belinda cheered as they ran and hugged their father. “Merry Christmas, girls. Merry Christmas, Peter.” “Merry Christmas.” Peter greeted. Tiny Tim was greeted by Spike who licked his cheek. “Merry Christmas, boy!” Emily walked up. “Okay, everyone! Let’s go wash up for dinner!” “Wait for me!” Tiny Tim cheered as he followed his siblings. Emily hugged her husband. “Merry Christmas, Bob.” “Merry Christmas, Emily.” Cratchit hugged her back before asking. “Any word from Martha?” Emily pretended to be sad. “I’m afraid she couldn’t make it today.” “Aw! That’s too bad. I was really looking forward to her visit.” Cratchit took off his hat and scarf and went to hang them in the closet. He opened the door when- “Merry Christmas, Father!” Cratchit chuckled as he was greeted by a hug from Martha. “Martha! You made it! Merry Christmas!” Charles and Karai finally found Gamer cooling his feet. “You alright?” Karai asked. “I fell through the chimney and landed on a hot goose!” Charles shrugged. “Could’ve been worse. You could’ve landed on the fire.” “Not wrong there.” Gamer agreed. Meanwhile, Tiny Tim got excited as he made his way to the table. “The dinner! The goose! Oh boy!” suddenly, he began cough heavily as Cratchit and Emily hurried over to him. “Oh No! Dear! Dear, you got too excited. Go- go sit in your chair, Son.” Emily instructed him. As Tiny Tim went to his chair, Emily turned to Cratchit. “How was he in church?” “As good as gold.” Cratchit smiled a little. Emily held a tear back. “Sometimes I lose hope he’ll ever get better.” “Tim has the hope. And the faith. He told me on the way home from church that he hoped everyone saw him there because it would be pleasant for them on Christmas Day to remember who made lame beggars walk and blind men see.” “A remarkable child.” Scrooge awed. And with that, the Cratchits came to what was surely the happiest single moment all the live long year. Scrooge noticed they had hardly any food for their feast. “Such a meager feast.” “But very much appreciated.” The Spirit shrugged. “I pay Bob such a small amount.” Cratchit then lifted his glass. “To Mr. Scrooge.” “Bob? Bob Cratchit.” Scrooge entered the home, fazing through the door as Cratchit continued. “It only seems fair that I raise my glass to my employer. I give you Mr. Scrooge the founder of the feast!” Emily frowned. “The founder of the feast indeed! If he was here right here, I’d give him a piece of my mind! And I bet he’d choke on it!” “Emmy. The children. Christmas day.” Cratchit gritted his teeth, still smiling. Emily sighed. “I suppose on this blessed day of Christmas, that I will drink to the health of Mr. Scrooge, even though he is odious, stingy, wicked, unfeeling, and badly dressed!” Scrooge frowned at Emily’s words before Tiny Tim spoke up. “To the founder of the feast! Mr. Scrooge!” Emiliy gave up. “To Mr. Scrooge.” “May he be merry and happy this day, I have no doubt.” Spike mumbled. “God bless us. Everyone.” Tiny Tim smiled as he began to sing. At the end of the song, Tiny Tim began to cough again while Emily rubbed his back. “Oh, there there. Let’s have dinner.” And they all began to have their dinner. Scrooge was deeply moved by Tiny Tim’s song. He turned to the spirit. “Spirit. Tell me if Tiny Tim will live?” “That is the future. My realm is in the present. But… I see an empty chair by the chimney place and a crutch without an owner. If these shadows remain unaltered, the boy will die.” The spirit then scoffed. “But, if he’s going to die, then he better do it. And decrease the surplus population! Am I right?” Scrooge was shocked to hear his own words. “Oh Spirit.” The Spirit placed his hand on Scrooge’s shoulder. “Come.” As the Cratchits vanished into the darkness, Scrooge kept his eye on Tiny Tim until the very last. As they walked the streets again, something caught Scrooge’s eye. Scrooge then noticed something and spoke sounding uneasy, "Spirit, forgive me, but I see something beneath your cloak. Is it a foot? Or a claw?" "It might as well be a claw, dude," the ghost replied. "But here's a lesson you should heed." The spirit pulled open his robe and Scrooge saw two dirty and ragged children (Shark and Cozy Glow) clinging to his legs. The very sight of them made Scrooge nervous. "Spirit, are they yours?" He asked, getting scared. "They are man's," the ghost answered warily. "This boy is Ignorance. And the girl is Want. Beware them both, but most of all, beware the boy!" "But have they no refuge?" Scrooge asked. "No resource?" "Like those charity workers you refused to help?" The spirit reminded him. Ignorance suddenly stood up and snarled, "Are there no prisons?!" He swung a knife around until he suddenly found himself in a cage. Want then circled around Scrooge, "Are there no work houses?!" A strain jackets appeared and wrapped itself tightly around her. The two howled in maddening laughter before they vanished in the fog. “Come. My time grows short.” The spirit led Scrooge to a graveyard, looking older with hair and skinny arms and legs as Scrooge noticed. “Spirit, do you grow old?” “I do.” The spirit chuckled then sat down on a bench. “Are spirits’ lives short?” Scrooge asked. “My time on this globe is very brief. I believe it will end at the stroke of twelve.” Up by the bell tower, Gamer pulled the chain to the bell as he counted each ring while Charles and Karai watched. Scrooge gasped as the bells. “Now? But Spirit, I have learned so much from you.” Nothing Scrooge could do or say could stop the march of the terrible bells. “Oh Spirit. Do not leave me!” Scrooge begged. “I think that I must in fact.” The spirit said as he began to twinkle and fade away. “You have made so much to me. You have changed me!” “And now, I leave you with the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come.” The spirit sighed. “You mean the future?” Scrooge gulped. “Must I?” The spirit grinned one last time before he completely disappeared. “Go forth! And know him better man. BOOYAKASHA!” With the spirit gone, Scrooge held his eyes shut, unaware a fog was surrounding him. To Be Continued Author's Note Again, Special thanks to Jebens1 for some help with the dialogue. Try to imagine Mikey in the last part looking like his old self from Mutants Apocalypse. I couldn't resist Mikey's last word being Booyakasha. Enjoy! Ghost of Christmas Yet to ComeScrooge wandered a bit in the fog. It wasn’t long before he was faced to face with the next spirit and gasped. The figure was a female wearing a dark cloak with a skull mask (Shinigami). “Am I in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come?” The spirit slowly nodded her head to answer Scrooge’s question. “Spirit, I fear you more than every spirit I’ve met tonight.” Meanwhile, Charles, Gamer, and Karai peaked out the door of the belltower. “I think this’s a little too scary for me.” Shuttered Gamer. “I suppose you’re right.” Karai shrugged. Charles then told the audience. “You’re on your own, folks. I’ll still narrate, but we’ll meet you at the finally.” And with that, they went back and shut the door. Scrooge spoke again. “I am ready to follow and learn with a thankful heart.” The spirit just stood there, not saying a word. “Will you not speak to me?” Scrooge asked. The spirit then placed her hand on Scrooge’s shoulder and pointed. “Oh, yes yes. The night is waiting. Lead on, Spirit.” Scrooge followed the spirit through a swirling vortex. Though afraid, Scrooge followed The Spirit and soon found himself back into town, only things looked bleaker and sadder than the last time he saw it. Scrooge looked around to see it was raining. He looked to where the spirit was pointing and saw a couple men holding umbrellas talking to each other. Scrooge curiously listened in on their conversation. “I know nothing about it. I only know he is the dead!” one that was a rhino (Rocksteady) said. “When?” a fish guy (Fishface) asked. “Last night, I believe.” “I wonder what he died of. I thought he’d never go!” a tiger (Tiger Claw) huffed. The gentlemen laughed as one who was a giant turtle (Hun) spoke. “I frankly don’t know or care why he died. I just want to know what he’s done with his money?” “Well, he didn’t give it to me!” the fish spoke. “No doubt it would be a cheap funeral.” The tiger stated. “I wouldn’t know a single soul who’d go to it.” “I wouldn’t mind going.” They all looked at rhino confused before he chuckled. “If they provided the lunch!” They all laughed before they took their leave. Scrooge looked at the Spirit. “I know some of those gentlemen, Spirit. But what poor wretch were they talking about?” The Spirit then pointed to a little run downed shack. Scrooge looked in and saw a warthog with worn clothes (Bebop) talking to a trio of girls (The Dazzlings). “So back from the house of sadness, I see.” He grinned. Adagio scoffed. “Sad that he didn’t die years ago, the old skinfit!” “Here! Here!” agreed Sonata. “Now, let’s see. What have you got for old Joe? What did you bring me to remember him by?” he tickled Sonata and Aria under their chins. Sonata chuckled, but Aria smacked it away. “Get off.” She hissed. “Now girls.” Adagio playfully scolded. “Let’s show him our loot.” Sonata went first. “I got these collar buttons from his dresser! Mother of pearl.” Joe looked intrigued before Aria spoke up. “Nononono. I got his bed curtains! Very fine Tanishq.” Joe accepted them and looked at them. “Pretty cheap, Girl. But worth a few coins.” Adagio revealed a couple bed sheets. “Well, I got his blankets.” “His blankets?” Joe looked at them as he felt them. “Why, Dagi! They’re still warm! Don’t pay extra for warmth.” Adagio smirked. “You should. It was the only warmth he had!” They laughed evilly which spooked Scrooge out a little as he left and spoke to the spirit. “I understand, Spirit. The case of this unhappy man. It might be my own. Like my life tends that way now. Merciful heavens. Please, let me see some tenderness connected with this world or I will be haunted by the compensation forever.” The spirit led Scrooge to yet another familiar place. Scrooge’s eyes perked up when he saw the house. “It’s Cratchit’s house! A place of joy and laughter. Thank you for bringing me here.” But then Scrooge noticed there were no sounds of happiness to be heard. “It’s quiet. Why is it so quiet, Spirit?” The Spirit pointed to the window. Scrooge looked in to see everyone in poor spirits. Spike was lying in his bed sadly looking at a bone. Martha was sitting at the table shedding tears. Emily was sniffling as she prepared dinner. Belinda walked to her. “Mother? You’re crying again.” “It-it’s just the lamp light hurting my eyes.” Emily sniffled. Scrooge realized the reason why for this sadness. “No. not Tiny Tim!” Emily fixed herself up. “There. My eyes get weak in the dim light. I would not want to show weak eyes to your father when he gets home for anything in the world. I’m sure he’s on his way back by now.” “I… think he’s been walking a little slower these past two evenings.” Peter sighed as he was turning the spit. Just then, Bob Cratchit sadly entered the home. “Hello, my dears.” “Daddy.” The children all came up and softly hugged their father. “Hello, girls. Hello, Peter. Hello, Martha.” Cratchit even bend down and pet Spike. “You too, Spike.” “C’mon, Children. Go wash up for dinner.” The children did as they were told. “Thank you.” Emily turned to Cratchit. “How was the churchyard, dear?” Cratchit put on a fake smile for his wife. “It’ll be lovely, Emily. You’ll love how green the place is. I picked a perfect spot on the hill for Tiny Tim. You could see the ducks on the river.” “Tiny Tim always loved watching the ducks on the river.” Emily remembered as she held her husband tightly. Scrooge turned to the Spirit. “Oh Spirit. Must there be a Christmas that brings this awful scene? How can be endure it?” As they sadly sat down to dinner, Cratchit spoke up. “It’s alright, Children. Life is full of meetings and partings. That is the way of it. I’m sure we will never forget Tiny Tim for this first parting that there was among us.” Scrooge then looked and saw Tiny Tim’s chair next to the fireplace. On it was his hat and scarf along with his crutch. Just as the previous spirit foreseen. Scrooge then saw they were back in the cemetery. “Must we return to this place?” he asked the still silent spirit. “There’s something else I should know. Is that not true? Spirit, I know what I must ask. I fear to, but I must. Who was the wretched man whose death brought glee and happiness to others?” The Spirit pointed at a direction. Scrooge looked to see two guys just finishing digging a grave. One was a boy with black hair and missing his two front teeth (Casey Jones) and the other was a turtle wearing a red mask (Raphael). The boy spoke. “I tell ya, this was probably the quickest we’ve ever buried anyone.” “I agree. I never seen a funeral like this one! No mourners, no friends to bid him farewell.” The turtle pointed out. “That guy had to have been the most stingiest man in town!” the boy chuckled. “No doubt about it.” The turtle checked his watch. “Cmon, let’s rest a minute before we start on that Tiny Tim lad.” “Good idea.” The boy smirked. “At least this stingy guy won’t bother any of us anymore!” The two laughed as they walked away. Scrooge walked up to the tombstone. “Spirit? Are these the shadows of thing that will be? Or are they the shadows of that may be if only?” The spirit pointed to the tombstone. Scrooge walked up and saw the name of the wretched man was covered in snow. “These events can be changed.” He walked a little further to the tombstone the spirit pointed to. “A life can be made right!” He stood in front of the tombstone and started to wipe off the snow. Thunder rumbled as he looked in horror as he saw the name more. “No!” Scrooge trembled in horror and disbelief. For the writing on the tombstone was in fact... “My name! It’s Ebeneezer Scrooge!” As he said those words, a raging snowstorm suddenly began, flurries swarmed all around him as he crawled over to the ghost. “Spirit, I beg of you, tell me are these the shadows of things that will be? Or these the shadows of things that may be? Oh, please Spirit! Nevermore will I be greedy and selfish! And I will help the one's less fortunate!” He held onto the ghost's cloak and cried out, “Please, spirit! Say that I am not past all hope! I will honor Christmas past, present, and future, and I'll not shut out the lessons the spirits have taught me! Tell me that I may sponge out the writing on this stone! Oh spirit, please speak to me!” The ghost stared down at Scrooge with a cold icy look for a long moment. Then at last, she spoke but two words... “Wake up!” To be Continued Author's Note This took quicker than I thought! Almost done. I may get this done before Christmas! Again, Special thanks to Jebens1 for dialogue for the last part of the chapter. And I think that's it. Almost done! A Thankful HeartScrooge whimpered before he saw he was back in his bed. He got up to see he was in his bedroom once again. “I’m home.” He gasped. Yes. The bedpost was his own. The bed was his own. The room was his own. Outside the window, Charles and Gamer sat there watching Scrooge. “Hi guys! We’re back!” Gamer waved. “We promised we would be!” Charles smiled as he continued to narrate. But the thing that made Scrooge happiest of all was that his life laid before him and it could be changed. “I will live my life in the past, present, and future!” Scrooge cheered before falling to his knees. “Oh Jacob Marley! Fanny! Oh, heaven in the Christmas time be praised to this day, I say it on my knees, Jacob, and Fanny!” he then saw his bed curtains were still there. “Oh! They’re not torn down! They’re here! I’m here! Oh it’s a miracle! I don’t what to do. I’m as light as a feather. I’m as happy as an angel. I’m as merry as a schoolboy!” he kept ranting pacing back and forth. “Uh guys?” Charles and Gamer looked down to see Karai on the ground in front of Scrooge’s house. “I don't think you two should be up there!” “Scrooge has been saved, Karai, what could happen now?” Charles called back. “Yeah, it's all good!” Gamer added. Right after he said that Scrooge flung open the window doors, knocking Shine Boy and Gamer off ledge and into a pile of snow right next to Karai. “That.” She answered smugly. Scrooge then spotted the singing beggar from the day before. “You there, what's today?” “Huh?” The beggar squeaked. “What is today, my fine lad?” “Today? I believe it's Christmas day.” The beggar answered as if it was obvious. “Then I haven't missed it! The spirits did it all in one night!” Scrooge cheered. “Go on! Who’d miss Christmas?” the beggar chuckled then snorted. “Do you know the butcher shop from across the street?” “Yes, I do.” “An intelligent lad. A remarkable lad! Do you know if the prize turkey is there in the window?” “The one about as big as me? Yeah, it’s still there.” “It is a pleasure doing business with you. Go and buy it!” The beggar double took that last part. “Uh, okay? And what do I use for money?” “I’m serious. Go buy it for me and I’ll give you a shilling. No, I’ll give you five shillings!” Scrooge threw the beggar a bag full of coins, which astounded the beggar. “Whoa Mama!” he gleamed as he took off. And so, the beggar was off like a shot. So eas- The beggar accidentally ran into Charles and Gamer, knocking them over again. “Did I do that?” he asked sheepishly before running off as Karai helped them up. “I’ll take it to Bob Cratchit’s house.” Scrooge told himself as he shut his window. “What a surprise it’ll be. It’s twice the size of Tiny Tim.” And a few moments later, dressed in his finest, Scrooge appeared in the streets of the city, wishing Merry Christmas to all the world. Scrooge came out, fully dressed, and wished everyone passed by a merry Christmas. He even shook hands with Charles and Karai as well as pat Gamer on the head. Yes, everyone was out and about on this fine morning. And soon, he encountered two familiar faces. It was the two donation collectors from the other day. They were shocked to see Scrooge. “Ah! M-Mr. Scrooge!” gulped the turtle. “Pardon me, you two. But about that donation you asked from me yesterday.” “Yes?” April raised her brow. “Put me down for….” Scrooge whispered to them and the two were very surprised. “That many?” gasped the turtle. “And not a penny less.” Scrooge smiled. “They’re many back payments I assure you.” “I-I don’t know what to say.” April spoke. “A merry Christmas to both of you!” Just then the beggar arrived with the turkey. “Here’s your turkey, Mr. Scrooge.” “Follow me lad.” Scrooge led the way as many people followed him and he began to sing. As he sang, Scrooge went to stores and bought much from gifts and food and many town folk happily helped him out. Even Joe, the three girls, and the grave diggers joined in. As he helped, Charles accidentally grabbed the hand of another girl his age with brown hair wearing a blue gown and pink scarf (Serenity) and the two blushed and smiled at each other. Scrooge stopped by his counting house to drop of buckets of coal for his bookkeepers. Then, he stopped by his Nephew Fred’s home. He saw they were playing ‘Yes and No’ just like he saw with the spirit’s visit. "Oh, I know!" Clara said. "It's your uncle..." she paused as Scrooge came in. "Uncle Scrooge?" Fred asked in surprise. "Merry Christmas, Fred," Scrooge greeted. "Well, this is quite the surprise, uncle, what are you doing?" Fred inquired. "I thought about your invitation yesterday, and will gladly come to dinner tonight," Scrooge said. "You will? That's wonderful!" Fred smiled. "It is indeed," Scrooge agreed. "But first, there is someone I must visit." "Who is it, uncle?" Fred asked. "Someone who deserves a very merry Christmas," Scrooge answered. "Him and his whole family. Especially his remarkable son." Fred looked at his wife and guests before he said, "Then by all means, uncle, let us all go." Clara and the guests nodded in agreement. “Great! Follow me!” Scrooge lead them as he continued singing. Along the way, he gave bowls of food to some homeless folk and more some before finally reaching Bob Cratchit’s house. He then signaled everyone to hide while Charles pulled the beggar back, so he was out of sight. Scrooge pretended to be his old self as he knocked on the door. “Bob Cratchit!” Cratchit opened the door nervously. “M-Mr. Scrooge!” “So here you are. You sir were not at work this morning, as we discussed.” “B-But we did discuss it, sir. It’s Christmas Day. You gave me the day off.” Pleaded Cratchit. Scrooge hid a laugh by pretending to get angry. “I? I, Ebenezer Scrooge, gave my employee the day off? Would I do a thing like that?” “No. I mean, yes. Well, you did.” As Cratchit whimpered, Emily heard everything around the corner. She was fumed to hear Scrooge talk bad about her husband. “Bob Cratchit, I’ve had my fill of this!” Emily came out of hiding next to Cratchit. “And I’ve had my fill of YOU, Mr. Scrooge!” “And therefore, Bob Cratchit-” “And therefore, you can leave this house at once!” “And THEREFORE…. I’m about to raise your salary.” “AND I’M ABOUT TO SICK OUR DOG AT- wait.” Emily double took. “What?” both she and Cratchit gasped. Scrooge then smiled. “Yes, Bob. Raise your salary and pay your mortgage on this house.” Emily and Cratchit were speechless at Scrooge’s new mood before Cratchit spoke. “Would you like to come in, Mr. Scrooge?” “Bob Cratchit, would you and your family like to join us for a little turkey dinner on this fine Christmas Day? Merry Christmas.” Then, as if on cue, everyone came in bringing the turkey as well as more food to the dinner as the Cratchits were surprised and overjoyed. As they all entered the house, Charles, Karai, and Gamer were outside smiling. So, Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more! Gamer poked at Charles. “And Tiny Tim?” Charles nodded. “And Tiny Tim, who did NOT die.” “Oh Good!” Gamer breathed. “That’s great!” Karai smiled. To Tiny Tim, Scrooge became like a second father. He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man as the good old city ever had. It was always said of him that he knew how to keep Christmas well than any man alive with the knowledge. May that truly be said of us all. And so, as Tiny Tim observed, As they all sat down to dinner, Scrooge lifted Tiny Tim as the young boy said, “God bless us.” “God bless us. Everyone.” Scrooge smiled as he and everyone began to sing. “Goodbye!” Gamer waved. “Bye!” Karai added. “So long!” Charles waved. Karai then spoke to Charles. “Great story, Mr. Dickens.” “Oh, if you like that, you should read the book.” The End Author's Note There we go! the last part is done! Once again, special thanks to Jebens1 for help with dialogue. Just gonna do a little send off and this is done. Hope you enjoyed this! Epilogue and Christmas wishes“And cut! That was great!” Everyone made their way out of The Cratchit house, which turned out to be a scenery for a movie. As it turned out, The Ninjas, Rainbooms, Team Shine, and all their friends were making a movie of a Christmas Carol with Canter Zoom at the director’s chair. “That’s a wrap, everyone! Good job! Now go home and have a Merry Christmas!” Everyone cheered as they all changed out of their costumes and into their winter apparel. While they neatly hung everything up and put away the set, everyone complimented on a job well done and made plans for Christmas. “Great job, Leo!” Flash waved to Leo who was talking to Twilight. “Thanks. You too, Flash.” Leo waved back with Twilight. “You were great, Pipsqueak.” Scootaloo patted his shoulder. “Thanks, Scootaloo.” “Nice work, Mikey.” Pinkie bounced. “You were epic, Pinkie! Also, liked Shinigami’s performance too.” “Thanks. Though it was hard not to laugh on que.” Shini smiled as she fixed her hat. “I’m just glad I don’t have to wear those chains. Augh! They were heavy!” Night Shine grumbled. “We still going Christmas shopping, Rarity?” Sweetie Belle asked her sister. “But of course, Darling. After all, I got a couple presents to buy.” Rarity checked her list. “Don’t forget tomorrow’s our annual Sweet Apple Acres Christmas Party!” Applejack announced. “Still need help with the Flimflam bros?” Raph asked. “You sure you don’t want to join us, Steve?” Shine Boy asked as he walked with Steve Urkel to the stage door. “I really would love to, Shines, but I need to take the next flight to Chicago if I want to make it home for the holidays.” Steve sighed. “Well, it was great to meet you, Steve.” Sunset shook his hand followed by Leo. “And it was great to meet you all as well, Sunset.” Steve smiled. “And don’t worry, Leo. Your family’s secret is safe with me. Besides, I’ve seen weirder things myself.” He laughed and snorted. “Thanks, Steve.” Leo nodded. “When we’ve finished the editing, we’ll mail you the DVD.” Juniper assured. “Sounds great. Well, gotta run!” Steve turned only to hit the closed door, which caused a stage to fall and break, almost hitting Raph and Night Shine. “Hey!” they both growled. Gamer turned to Steve. “Look what you did.” “Did I do that?” Steve asked sheepishly. He gulped as the two punched their fists. “Uh Merry Christmas gotta run!” Steve briefed before running out the door. Shine Boy chuckled as they waved goodbye. “Well, we better get going if we want to get stuff before Christmas.” Caitlyn spoke for herself and Zach. “And I have some paperwork to finish before the school closes for winter break.” Dr. Mallow remembered. As everyone left the studio, Leo, Twilight, Shine Boy, and Serenity were the last ones out of the studio before turning to the fourth wall. “From all of us to all of you.” Leo began. “Wishing you all a safe and happy holiday.” Twilight added. “May your days be bright.” Shine Boy nodded. “To you and your families.” Serenity smiled. “Merry Christmas!” they all waved before turning off the lights and closing the door. Merry Christmas! Author's Note There you go! Have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! see you in 2023!
Intro/ There goes Mr. HumbugThroughout all of London, everyone was celebrating Christmas Eve. The markets were filled with villagers getting last minute gifts, decorations, and foods. Among them, three people were trying to sell apples. One was a teen guy wearing a tan coat, red scarf, and black high silk hat, another was a girl wearing a black gown, and the youngest wore a brown cap and coat. The older guy noticed the young boy eating one of the apples. “Hey. Hey! Gamer, how are we supposed to sell apples if you keep eating?” “I’m adding assurance. People see me eating apples and they’d want to have a taste too.” The kid shrugged. Before the older guy could guy could argue more, the girl poked his shoulder. “Uh hey. Hey.” “Wha?” The guy turned to seem to notice someone. “Oh! Hello! Welcome to this presentation of A Christmas Carol. I will be your narrator this evening.” “And we’re here to help out.” The boy spoke for him and the girl who nodded. “My name is Charles Dickens.” “I’m Karai.” “And I’m Gamer.” Gamer then turned to Charles Dickens (Shine Boy). “So, Mr. Dickens, if I can call you that, how long have you been wearing that mask?” Charles just deadpanned at Gamer’s question. “Maybe I don’t want to be swarmed by my generations of fans while I’m telling my masterpiece.” “Well, your ‘fans’ are waiting to hear you tell the story, Charles.” Karai smirked, as hinting him to start the story. “Oh Right!” Charles cleared his throat and began his story. Jacob Marley was dead…. “Whoa! Whoa! We haven’t started the story and already there’s a body count?” Gamer blurted. “And this is supposed to be a kid show!” “That’s how the story starts! Jacob Marley was dead. Besides, he’s dead to begin with.” Charles explained before he continued. His business and heritance were given to his old business partner, Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge. “Who?” Karai raised her brow. “Ebeneezer Scrooge. You will know who he is as he turns from that corner.” Charles pointed. “Which corner?” Gamer asked. “That one.” “When?” Karai asked. “Now.” Then, as if on que, a tall man wearing a black coat and silk hat with a cane came from the corner (Dr. Mallow). He had light blue skin and blue hair and wore glasses. There he is. Mr. Ebeneezer Scrooge. Scrooge angrily walked past everybody without interacting with anybody. “Hey, did it just get colder all the sudden?” Gamer wondered. “Good. It’s not just me.” Karai agreed. As Scrooge passed by, villagers either looked at him in fear or anger as they began to sing. Scrooge didn’t stop for anyone from beggars to marketers. Even a trio of choir singers’ (CMCs) soft music didn’t even wow him. Scrooge liked the cold. He was hard and sharp as a flint. Secret and self-contained. As solitary as an oyster. As the villagers sang, Scrooge walked up to a counting house labeled ‘Scrooge and Marley’. “Everyday! And every hour, Scrooge is getting worse!” the villagers sang, finishing their song. When Scrooge turned around glaring at them, they all quickly went back to their businesses to avoid him. “Humbug.” He mumbled as he entered his counting house. Charles, followed by Gamer and Karai, hurried next to a window and continued to narrate. “He was a tight-fisted hand to the grindstone, old Scro-” he paused to notice the window was filthy. “Wow! This really is a dirty city.” He pulled out his hankie and wiped it off. “There we go.” “Here. Give it here.” Gamer accepted the handkerchief as Charles cleared his throat. He was a tight-fisted hand to the grindstone, old Scrooge. A squeezing, wrenching, rasping, clutching, covetous old sinner! As cold and damp as the counting house he conducted his own business. To be Continued Author's Note As a reminder, Dr. Mallow is an OC I made. https://www.deviantart.com/tmntony/art/Dr-Mellow-868938657 Here are everyone in their costumes drawn by me: Hope you enjoy!
The Counting HouseAs Scrooge walked in the Counting house, he passed a couple bookkeepers. One had black hair (Keno), Another had blue hair (Flash Sentry), and the third on a higher chair was a turtle with a blue mask (Leonardo) and they all frightfully made sure they were working. Scrooge then saw a yellow gecko (Mondo) gulping as he looked up. Scrooge then spoke up. “Bob Cratchit.” The turtle in the mask looked up. “Yes, Mr. Scrooge?” “Who is this?” Scrooge pointed his cane at the gecko. “Oh, That’s Mr. Applegate, sir. He’s here to talk to you about his mortgage.” Cratchit answered. As Scrooge hung up his hat and coat, Applegate began pleading. “Please, Mr. Scrooge, I didn’t mean to fall behind on the payments, what with it being Christmas and all. And I understand if you wanna shout at me, I understand. Of course, it’s not exactly good conditions to yell. The doctor takes his toll.” As the gecko continued to ramble, Scrooge grabbed him by the collar and carried him to the door. “So I totally understand if you wish to not raise your voice. This kind of weather could really hurt your lungs, and that’s the TRUUUUTH!” He finished as Scrooge threw him out. “Thank you for not shouting, Dude, I mean Sir!” Scrooge then closed the door as the bookkeepers quickly went back to work. “Let us prepare the eviction notice papers for tomorrow, Cratchit.” “But sir, tomorrow’s Christmas.” Cratchit pointed out nervously. “Very well. You may gift wrap them.” Scrooge handed him a huge stack of papers. Cratchit grunted as he took them. “There sure are a lot of them, sir.” “Here. Let me take them, Mr. Cratchit.” The black-haired bookkeeper got up and took them for Cratchit. Scrooge sat at his desk and began writing as he spoke. “Christmas is a busy time for us, Cratchit. People preparing feasts, giving parties, spending mortgage money on frivolities. One might say December is the foreclosure season.” He looked up with a smirk. “Harvest time for the money lenders.” As Cratchit nodded nervously, the black-haired bookkeeper struggled to place the papers on the desk but was successful. As he took a breather, something rolled underneath him. “Uh oh.” Scrooge got up and stomped up to pick up a piece of coal. “What is this? Trying to steal my coal, are we?” Cratchit hurried between them. “F-for the fireplace, sir. It is so damp and chilly in here.” Had to sneak it in lump by lump and pop it the furnace while the old buzzard’s back was turned. Brr! “Next thing you know, you’ll be picking my pockets!” Scrooge scolded before he went back to his desk. “Back to work!” The bookkeepers and Cratchit all hurried back to their seats and went back to writing. Then, who should appear but Nephew Fred, Scrooge’s only living relative. At that very moment, a young blonde man (Zach) walked to the door and knocked. “Hello! Uncle?” As Fred entered, Gamer hurried in with Charles and Karai not far behind. “Hey, I think it’s colder in here!” “Merry Christmas!” “And a merry Christmas to you, Master Fred.” Cratchit greeted. Scrooge however scowled as he returned to his work. “Bah. Humbug.” “A merriest of Christmas to you, Uncle Scrooge!” Fred bowed. Scrooge stood up. “What’s so merry about it? I’ll tell you what Christmas is! It’s just another workday! And any fool who thinks else should be boiled in his own pudding!” Everyone cringed at the thought. “Depends on the pudding.” Charles and Karai looked confused at Gamer’s remark. “Just saying.” Fred scoffed at his uncle’s words. “Christmas a humbug? Nay, Uncle. Christmas is a time for friends, family, and loved ones.” The bookkeepers cheered to Fred before Scrooge raised his voice. “How does one celebrate Christmas in the UNEMPLOYMENT LINE?” It was enough for the bookkeepers to be quiet and continue their work as Scrooge turned back to his nephew. “What do you want, Nephew?” Fred held up a wreath. “I came to give you this wreath and an invitation to join Clara and me to dine with us tomorrow.” “What a repugnant revolting idea! Why did you marry anyway?” Scrooge sneered. “Because I fell in love, dear uncle. Give her a chance.” “You keep Christmas in your way and I’ll keep it in mine! Anyway, don’t you have business of your own to attend to, Nephew?” “Sadly, I do. At least, give it some thought.” “Humbug.” Scrooge then began leading Fred to the door as his nephew continued. “I pity you, Uncle. I may not be as rich as you, but I will go to my grave wishing a Merry Christmas.” Scrooge politely opened the door. “Good day.” “A wonderful Christmas!” “Good day!” Scrooge encouraged, but Fred continued. “A magnificent Christmas!” At last, Scrooge lost his patience and pushed his nephew out the door. “GOOD DAY!” After he slammed the door shut, Scrooge stomped back to his desk when- “Merry Christmas!” Fred popped in and hung his wreath near the door before leaving again. “And a Bah Humbug to you!” Scrooge yelled back. Over to the furnace, Gamer was blowing on a small flame in hopes to get it warmer as he and Karai tried to warm their hands while Charles narrated. Now in these times, it was customary on Christmas Eve for well being folks to call upon businesses collecting donations for the poor and homeless. At that very moment, the opened, revealing a turtle wearing a purple vest and mask under a coat and hat (Donatello) and a girl in a yellow dress and bonnet (April) as they entered. “Mr. Scrooge, I presume?” the turtle greeted. Scrooge looked up. “Who are you?” “We’re from the Order of the Victoria charity foundation.” The girl introduced. “We would like to speak to you about a donation.” The turtle smiled, holding up a cup for donations. Scrooge looked uninterested as they walked up to his desk as the girl continued. “At this festive time of year, Mr. Scrooge, some of us feel we must take care of our poor and homeless.” “Absolutely.” The Turtle agreed. “But are there no prisons or poorhouses?” Scrooge raised his brow. “Oh, there are plenty of those.” The girl assured. “Good. For a moment, I was worried.” Scrooge went back to his work. “Some of us are in jeopardy to raise a fund for the poor and homeless.” The turtle explained. “So, what might I put you down for?” “Nothing.” “You wish to remain anonymous?” the girl raised her brow. “I wish to be left alone.” Scrooge stated. “I do not make merry myself a Christmas. I know how to treat the poor. My taxes go the prisons and poorhouses. They must go there.” He began walking to the door. “B-but some would rather die!” the girl protested. “If they’d rather die, then they better well do it! And decrease the surplus population!” Scrooge yelled. “Why you!” the girl lunged at Scrooge before the turtle grabbed her, not wanting to make a scene. “Oh dear.” Scrooge opened the door. “Here’s the door. You may use it!” Seeing Scrooge wasn’t going to help, the turtle dragged the girl out. “Cmon, April. I think we’ve taken enough of Scrooge’s time!” After they left, Scrooge slammed the door, having enough of the interruptions. He was heading back to his desk when he heard singing. “Good King Wenceslas looked out On the Feast of Stephen When the snow lay round about Deep and crisp and even” Angrily, Scrooge opened the door and saw a teen boy with patched up coat and hat and glasses (Steve Urkel) singing. “Brightly shone the moon that night.” The boy stopped to see Scrooge glaring at him. “Wuh oh.” “What do you want?” Scrooge growled. Nervously, the boy held out his hat. “Um, penny for the song, Governor?” Scrooge responded by slamming the door on him. He then turned to the wreath Nephew Fred gave him and grabbed it. The boy was walking away before Scrooge opened the door and he turn just as he was nailed by the wreath that was thrown at him. “Ow!” And with that, Scrooge went to his desk and went back to work. To Be Continued Author's Note I'm only going to put these "()" on the characters so you know who's who in the story. Only on their introductions. And As you maybe aware, I will be adding dialogue from not only The Muppet Christmas Carol, but from Mickey's Christmas Carol as well as the Ranklin/Bass special Stingiest Man in town.
Day off/One more Sleep Till ChristmasIt was evening when Cratchit spoke to Scrooge. “Um, Mr. Scrooge? It’s closing time, sir.” Scrooge looked up at the clock and saw it was indeed seven o clock. He doubled checked his watch. “Hmm. I thought that was two minutes fast. Must’ve gotten it fixed. Very well.” Scrooge began to put away his books when he noticed Cratchit still standing there and sighed heavily. “I suppose you and the bookkeepers want the day off tomorrow?” “I didn’t think I would have to ask, sir. It is Christmas tomorrow. Other places would be closed. They’ll be nobody to do business with. It would be poor for business and waste on coal.” Scrooge looked unmoved. “It’s a poor excuse to pick a man’s pocket every December the twenty fifth.” He then got up. “But I seem to be the only person here who knows that. Take the day off. All of you.” The bookkeepers cheered as Scrooge went to grab his coat and hat before he angrily turned to them. “WILL YOU STOP THAT?” The bookkeepers quickly stopped and hurried to their desk. “Thank you, Mr. Scrooge.” Cratchit thanked as Scrooge walked by him and out the door. “Be here early the next day.” He ordered before he took his leave. As he walked through the town, he past by Charles, Karai, and Gamer who watch him pass by. With their employer gone at last, Bob Cratchit and the bookkeepers immediately began their pleasant of activities- the celebration of Christmas! Back at the counting house, the blue haired bookkeeper watched Scrooge leave through the window before turning to the others. “He’s gone!” “Gentlemen, let’s close up for Christmas.” Cratchit smiled as he began to sing. As Cratchit sang, he and the bookkeepers swept the floor, put away their books, and put out the candles and furnace. Before long, the place looked ready for the next day. “Looks like that’s everything!” the black-haired bookkeeper thumbed up. Cratchit looked around and nodded. “Good work, gentlemen.” After they all got their coats and hats, they headed out the door. Cratchit locked it with a key before he sang more. As they walked, they saw a couple kids (Lancer, Ace, Patch, Logan, Half Note, and Sweet Note) sliding or skating on a skinny icy patch and having fun. Cratchit joined in and everyone clapped at his skating performance. After Charles skated a little bit himself, Karai grabbed Gamer, against his wishes, and the two slid in fast, hitting a barrel that Gamer fell in. “Fun, huh?” Karai asked smugly as Gamer looked at her annoyed. Afterwards, Cratchit and the bookkeepers left, wishing the kids a Merry Christmas as they hurried home. The bookkeepers both left as well, saying goodbye to Cratchit as he finished singing, watching every house turning off their lights and a shooting star in the sky. He then turned to see the singing beggar from before, shivering while covering himself with newspapers. Thinking a little, he took off his scarf and gave it to him, plus a couple shillings. “B-Bless you!” the singer shivered as he accepted it. “Merry Christmas.” Cratchit smiled before he finally headed home for the Holidays. To Be Continued Author's Note Yep. A short chapter this time. I was debating on adding the first part of the next chapter in this, but i wanted to put the scene all together. After this, The rest should longer. Anyway, Enjoy!
Jacob Marley/I wear a ChainIn another part of town, where it looked eerie and foggy, Charles, along with Karai and Gamer, drove up near a house in a horse and carriage as Charles narrated. Scrooge lived in the chambers that had once belonged to his old business partner, Jacob Marley. “Apple?” Gamer offered Mr. Dickens. “Not while I'm telling the story.” He declined. The building was tall and eerie. And some might say, even spooky. Now, bear in mind, that Marley was dead, so what happens next may be a little frightening. Karai raised her brow at how Charles was whispering. “Why are you talking like that?” “I'm putting dramatic emphasis.” Charles shrugged. At that moment, they saw Scrooge walking up to the house and stood by the door. But as he bent down to unlock the door, he looked at the face on the knocker which looked like it was morphing. He saw it turn into a shockingly familiar face to him. The knocker resembled a guy with long brown hair with black colored eyes. “Jacob Marley?!” Scrooge gulped. “SCROOOOOOGE!” the face bellowed scaringly. Not only did it startled Scrooge, but the horse was spooked as well, neighing in fright while causing Charles, Karai, and Gamer to fall of the carriage. As Gamer and Karai got up, they saw Charles lying on his back motionless and panicked. Meanwhile, Scrooge looked at knocker to see it was back to normal. “Humbug.” He murmured before he unlocked the door. “Bro! I mean, Mr Dickens!” Gamer cried as he patted Charles’ face. “Are you okay?” Karai shook him while holding his hat. Just then, Charles sat up like normal, speaking to the audience. “I told you it would be frightening.” “Least he’s alright.” Gamer muttered. “Pardon?” Charles turned to him while accepting his hat from Karai and putting it back on. “Nothing.” Just then, they all heard the door close, meaning Scrooge went in. Charles got up. “Cmon! We’ll sneak to the back.” As they hurried, Charles continued to narrate. It was always dark in Scrooge’s chambers. Darkness was cheap and Scrooge loved it. But the incident at the door had Scrooge troubled, causing him to do a thorough investigation from top to bottom. “Okay. Hold up!” The trio stopped as Gamer continued to Charles. “How do you know what’s going on in there? He’s up there and we’re down.” “Like I said, it’s a narrator thing.” Charles shrugged. To conduct this search, Scrooge was forced to light all the lamps. At that moment, they all looked up to see the windows light up. “How does he do that?” Gamer whispered to Karai. “Don’t look at me. He’s your brother.” Karai shrugged. After he lit all the lamps, Scrooge slowly walked up the stairs. Unknown to him, a shadow of a figure covered in chains followed right behind him. Scrooge heard the footsteps and chains rattling behind him. But when he quickly turned around, there was nothing there. He took a couple more steps and eyed behind him and turned around again only to see nothing again. Scrooge looked franticly around the staircase, looking for any signs of life before deadpanning to himself. “Humbug.” He mumbled as he made it up to his bedroom, unaware he slammed the door on the shadow. Not long after, Scrooge was dressed in his evening wear, having his dinner by the fireplace. Suddenly, the service bell rang for no reason. Before Scrooge could go back to his dinner, it rang again. The fire then died down suddenly as he then heard a spooky voice call out to him. “Ebeneezer Scroooooooge!” Scrooge swallowed his breath as a figure fazed through the door. His face was what the knocker turned to. He wore a white bandage around his brown hair and all around his body was a long chain with trinkets and containers. His skin was as white as snow and his eyes were black as sackcloth (Night Shine). At last, Scrooge gained the courage to ask the glaring figure. “Who-who are you?” The figure didn’t change his face as he spoke gravely. “Ask me not who I am. Ask me who I was.” “Very well. Who were you?” “In life, I was your partner, Jacob Marley.” Scrooge did not look convinced. “You look like him, but I don’t believe it.” “Why do you doubt your senses?” Marley asked. “Because a little thing can affect a man. A slight disorder of the stomach can make them cheat! You may be a little bit of undigested beef.” Marley just flapped his hand as Scrooge talked. “A blob of mustard. A crumb of cheese. Yes. There’s more gravy than the grave about you!” Marley then breathed heavily before howling frightfully, startling Scrooge as he fell off his chair. “Do you believe in me NOW?” he growled. Scrooge frightfully got back in his chair. “Why have you come to me, Marley?” “It is required of every man that their spirit within him to walk abroad among his fellow man. And if that spirit does not go forth in life, he is condemned to do so after death! To witness what he cannot share but might’ve shared and turned to happiness. See me as I am. Condemned to walk the earth for eternity. Because I have wasted my life.” “Wasted? How, dear Marley?” Scrooge asked. “Remember when I was alive, I robbed the widows and swindled the poor?” “And all in the same day. That was a personal record for you, Jacob.” Scrooge recalled. “Well, I WAS WRONG! I handed myself to money! Instead of helping my neighbor! Now I must carry this chain of greed and heartlessness I forged in life!” Marley moaned and began to sing. After Marley finished, Scrooge tried to reason with his old partner. “But it is not right for you to be so condemned! You were only doing business in life as I do now! And business is business.” “Mankind should have been my business.” Marley then turned to Scrooge. “You still have time to repent!” “How?” Scrooge begged. “Tonight, you will be visited by three spirits.” “Haunted? I’d rather not.” Marely howled again at Scrooge’s remark. “Without their visits, you cannot even hope to escape the fate I suffer! Expect the first ghost when the bell tolls one!” “Can’t- can’t I meet them all at once and get it over with?” Scrooge hoped. Marley then led Scrooge to the window. “Come.” Scrooge looked to see other ghosts like Marley (Rahzar, Shredder, Kavaxas, Newtralizer, Mozar, and Kraang droids), all wearing chains and looking miserable. “See the phantoms that roam the night air. Each with chains. None free. And I must join them.” Marley floated down to the other spirits and then called out to his partner. “Observe and know our misery, o Scrooge. Now we seek to do good in human matters. But lost the power forever. Repent.” The other spooks joined Marley in chanting. “Repent! REPENT! REPENT! REPENT!” “No! NO!” Scrooge quickly slammed his window shut and hurried to his chair. Soon he opened his eyes to see his fireplace lit up like normal, like nothing happened. And with that, the spirit of Scrooge’s partner and the other spirits vanished, leaving him one again alone in his room. Gamer shuddered. “That was creepy! Should we be worried any of the kids in the audience?” “Nah, this is culture.” Charles shrugged. “Ah.” Karai and Gamer nodded. “So, what now?” Karai asked. “C’mon. let’s get in position for the next scene.” Charles sugeested as he led the two forward to the back of the chambers. To Be Continued Author's Note Special thanks to Jebens1 for a little help on the dialogue. There's another version of Jacob Marley's song from a broadway version of A Christmas Carol, but I chose the short version from Ranklin/Bass's 'Stingiest Man in town'. And I think that's it.
The Ghost of Christmas PastIt wasn’t long before Scrooge headed to bed to turn in for the night. As he made his way to the bed, he looked around cautiously for any signs of the spirits he was warned about. “Spirits.” He mumbled as he crawled in bed and blew out the candle and closed the drapes. “Humbug.” “C’mon.” Charles said as he, Karai, and Gamer climbed a tree. “This one is the closest to his bedroom.” “Watching an old guy sleep. Not exactly the best evening activity.” Gamer griped. “Haven’t you been paying attention?” Karai rolled her eyes. “Scrooge is gonna be visited by three ghosts.” “The first ghost is to appear at one. It’ll be very soon.” Charles took out a pocket watch and checked it. Scrooge slipped into the empty of a dreamless sleep. In his bed, Scrooge was sound asleep. When his grandfather clock rang, he opened one eye and looked around before Charles shouted Marley’s words, startling Gamer. “EXPECT THE FIRST GHOST WHEN THE BELL TOLLS ONE!” As his words echoed, the trio looked around to see nothing happening. Charles checked his watch again. “Hmm. Must be off by a couple minutes. Or maybe she’s running late or something. Cuz there was supposed to be a-” Suddenly, a blinding bright light shone in Scrooge’s room, startling the three. “Oh. There we go.” Scrooge was equally startled as he sat up. The light was shining through his drapes before he pulled them away, trying to see. When the light disappeared, there stood a young girl with red and yellow hair (Sunset Shimmer) wearing a white gown. She had light shining on her head and carried holly and a big extinguisher. Scrooge breathed. “Are you the spirit who’s coming was foretold to me?” “I am.” Nodded the girl. “But… you’re just a child.” Scrooge blinked. “I can remember for nearly nineteen hundred years. I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.” “Long past?” “Your past.” “What business has brought you here?” “Your welfare.” Scrooge scoffed at the Spirit’s answer. “a night’s unbroken rest might be my welfare.” “Your salvation then. Take heed. Come.” The spirit turned to the window that sprung open magically. Scrooge grew nervous. “I beg you, Spirit. I’m mortal. I’ll fall.” “A touch of my hand you shall fly.” Scrooge reluctantly took the spirit’s hand and the two flew out the window. At that moment, Charles roped Scrooge’s leg with a grappling hook. “Everyone ready?” he turned to Karai and Gamer who were holding on. “Ready.” Karai grinned. “Here we gooooo!” Gamer cried as they lifted up with them. As they all floated over London, Gamer looked down to the city below. “Man. What a view!” “Am I the only one amazed they could lift up all three of us?” Karai looked up at Scrooge and the spirit. “I ain’t complaining.” Charles shrugged. Scrooge was equally amazed as he looked at how high they were. The spirit saw that and grinned. “What’s wrong, Scrooge? Ha ha. I thought you enjoy looking down on the world.” Scrooge noticed a light in the horizon. “Spirit, what is that light? It can’t be dawn.” “It is the past.” The spirit answered as they headed towards it. “Well, that looks inviting.” Gamer noticed the light. “Hang on! Here’s where the ride gets bumpy.” Charles warned. “Oh joy.” Karai mumbled as they flew into the blinding light. When the light faded, Scrooge saw they were above a forest area as they descended. “We’re going down.” Gamer noticed. “We’ll follow them through the trees. Let’s go!” Charles ordered as the three jumped down and he retracted his line without Scrooge noticing. They jumped from the trees as they followed Scrooge and the spirit to a building. And so, they arrived at Ebeneezer Scrooge’s childhood. Charles then noticed they were one person short. “Where’s Gamer?” “He was right behind me.” Karai was equally confused. Then, Gamer jumped out, revealing he was being attacked by a stray cat. “I’ll get him. You keep narrating.” Karai went to help him as Charles continued. It was the afternoon of Christmas Eve. And Scrooge was conscious of a thousand odors. Each one was connected with a thousand thoughts and hopes and joys and cares. Long, long ago. Scrooge looked around as he and the spirit landed near a familiar building. “That’s my old school. I was a boy here!” he then saw a couple familiar kids. “Look! It’s Henry!” he pointed to a tall boy in green. “And Edward, my best friend!” he next pointed to a boy in blue. “Hello! Hello, boys!” The boys didn’t respond as the spirit explained. “These are the shadows of the past, Ebeneezer. They can neither see nor hear you. Come. Let us go inside.” Meanwhile, Karai was trying to yank the cat off Gamer. When the cat refused to budge, Karai shifted her face to serpent eyes and fangs and hissed at the cat, scaring it off as it scurried off. Gamer spat out some cat fur from his mouth. “Thank you.” He thanked Karai, who smiled as her face shifted back. “Come on. Mr. Dickens is waiting for us.” She lead him to Charles who held the door for them. “This way.” He politely said as they entered the school. _____ And what a flood of memories came back to him as Scrooge beheld his old classroom. The three watched from the corner as Scrooge looked around with the spirit not far behind him. “I know it all so well, Spirit. The desk. The smell of the chalk. I chose my profession in this room.” “And is he too familiar?” The spirit pointed to a desk. Scrooge beheld a small boy. A boy he knew all very well indeed. The boy was light purple skinned with black hair and wore glasses (Amethyst Majesty) and he was writing and working. “Good heaven.” Scrooge wowed. “It’s me.” Just then, a couple boys hurried past. “C’mon, Scrooge! The last coach is leaving!” one boy said. “Yeah! Everyone goes home for Christmas.” The other added as they left. The past Scrooge sneered. “Who cares about stupid old Christmas?” “I was often alone. More time for reading and studying. The Christmas season was a time to get work done. Time for…. Solitude.” Scrooge reminisced. Karai spoke to Gamer and Charles. “Y’know, I can relate to Scrooge. Even under my so-called father’s rule, I felt alone a lot.” Charles responded by patting her shoulder contently. “Let us see another Christmas in this place.” The Spirit suggested. “They were all the same. Nothing changed.” “You’ve changed.” The spirit pointed out. “Besides, there was one Christmas that was different.” In one of the years that flew by, Scrooge saw a figure he hadn’t seen in years. His now deceased sister, Fanny. “Ebby!” Past Scrooge looked to see a girl with warm pink puffy hair and in a pink dress (Pinkie Pie) burst through the door, which caused Gamer to jump in Karai’s arms. Karai just responded by dropping him on the floor. “F-Fan!” Young Scrooge stuttered as his sister bounced toward him. “Merry Christmas, big brother!” “What’s so merry about it?” Young Scrooge rolled his eyes. “Because, this year, you get to come home!” Fanny cheered. Young Scrooge looked unconvinced. “I doubt father wants to see me.” Fanny pouted. “But he said you could come home this time!” “I… don’t know.” Seeing her brother still unsure, Fanny began to sing. When Fanny finished her song, Young Scrooge slowly smiled. “Well, in full honesty, I have missed you, Fan. Okay, I’ll come.” “Yay! C’mon! the carriage is waiting.” Fanny pulled Young Scrooge to the door while Scrooge shed a tear. The spirit noticed. “You loved your sister Fan dearly.” Scrooge wiped away his tear. “I did. She was the only thing that brought joy to my clouded life. She died giving birth to Fred. I've hated him ever since!” “And yet, despite that, Fred cares for you.” Scrooge breathed heavily. “He takes after his mother. But all it does is remind me of her!” The spirit put her hand on Scrooge’s shoulder. “Come. There is much to see.” There was a blinding light as the spirit led Scrooge away from his old school. A moment later, Scrooge found himself standing on a city street, looking at a building he had not seen in years. Scrooge looked around as he perked up as the spirit spoke. “Tell me, Ebeneezer, do you know this place?” “Know it? My first job was here! This was Fezziwig’s!” Once again, it was Christmas eve. Night was falling and the lamplighters were plying their trade. Charles and Karai looked up as Gamer lit a lamp only to get his sleeve on fire too. “Oh Shhh!” he gasped. “Little help!” “Oh geez. Uh….” Charles looked around franticly as Karai looked to see a bucket of water and kicked the ladder, causing Gamer to fall in the bucket. Gamer poked his head out of the water, shivering. “T-Th-Thank you!” “You’re welcome.” Karai grinned before turning to Charles. “You might want to fish him.” “Right.” Charles agreed as Gamer went back in the water. Meanwhile, Scrooge saw a bird with a white wig (Pidgeon Pete) peeking out the door. “There he is! Old Fezziwig himself!” Fezziwig smiled. “Look, lads! Dusk has fallen! The lamplighters are at work. It’s Christmas Eve for certain!” Scrooge turned to the spirit. “What an employee he was. As hard and ruthless as a rose petal.” “It’s time for the party to begin!” Fezziwig went back inside. “It’s the Fezziwig annual Christmas party!” As Scrooge and the spirit went inside, Charles put a stick in the water while Karai watched. “Gamer come on!” he called. “You okay?” Karai asked. “Merry Christmas!” Through out the place, everyone was in jolly spirits wishing each other a Merry Christmas. Scrooge looked around and saw many familiar faces, including a younger version of Jacob Marley. Just then, Charles and Karai entered in secret as Charles was carrying a big white frozen Gamer. Just then, he saw a brown-haired girl in a blue dress and wore a pink scarf (Serenity) that caught his eye. “Well. Hello.” He mumbled blushing. His trance was interrupted by a grunt. “Yeah, yeah I haven’t forgotten you.” They walked up to a table where Charles smashed Gamer on, freeing him from his icy predicament. As he shook himself loose, Gamer deadpanned at Charles. “I suppose I should be grateful.” “You’re welcome.” Charles smiled. “Excuse me?” They watched Fezziwig trying to get everyone’s attention, but nobody was paying attention. “Can I have your attention please?” When everyone was still not listening, a tall alligator with a high silk hat and bow (Leatherhead), walked up before roaring, “QUIET!” As the place grew silent, the gator walked away. “Thank you.” Fezziwig cleared his throat. “Yes, that’s better. Welcome to the Fezziwig’s annual Christmas party. At this time of the proceedings, it is a tradition for me to make a little speech.” “Isn’t it also a tradition for us to take a little nap?” The younger Jacob Marley chived as everyone laughed. “Oh, everyone’s a critic!” Fezziwig pulled out a small piece of paper. “Here is my Christmas speech. Here we go. Ahem. Thank you all and merry Christmas!” Everyone applauded while young Jacob just shrugged. “Probably the best speech I’ve heard.” “Let’s party!” Fezziwig cheered as the musicians began to play and everyone danced. Fezziwig danced merrily with his wife (Derpy). Gamer sat by the punch bowl getting a drink as Charles got a plate of Hor derves that he shared with Karai. Scrooge looked at Fezziwig having fun. “I couldn’t have worked for a kinder man. I always was concerned for the expenses, he kept telling me Christmas was a time for generosity and this was just small things.” “A small matter,” said the spirit, “to make these silly folks so full of gratitude.” The Spirit signed to him to listen to the crowd, who were pouring out their hearts in praise of Fezziwig: and when he had done so, said, “Why! Is it not? He has spent but a few pounds of your mortal money: three or four perhaps. Is that so much that he deserves this praise?” “It isn’t that!” said Scrooge, heated by the remark, and speaking unconsciously like his former, not his latter, self. “It isn’t that, Spirit. He has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. Say that his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count ’em up: what then? The happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it cost a fortune.” He felt the Spirit’s glance and stopped. He looked around and saw a familiar lad sitting at the corner. “That’s me. I was a bit shy in those days.” “It was shortly after your sister died, giving birth to your nephew. It was fitting that you would be so antisocial.” “Yeah. I had almost forgotten about after working for Fezziwig.” Scrooge mumbled before noticing a new familiar face. “There. Is lovely Isabelle.” There standing there was a young girl with purple lavishing hair in a purple dress (Rarity). As she eyed Ebeneezer, she saw mistletoe above and smiled and went towards Young Scrooge. “Ebeneezer? Ebeneezer?” “Yes, Isabelle?” Young Scrooge asked as she pulled him under the mistletoe. “My eyes are closed, my lips puckered, and I’m standing under the mistletoe.” Before she could kiss, Ebeneezer noticed something. “You’re also standing on my foot.” Despite that, Belle took Young Scrooge’s hand, and they shared a dance. After much merriment and fun, Belle leaned over and pecked Young Scrooge’s cheek. Scrooge sighed. “I remember how much I fell in love her. I shouldn’t have remembered.” The spirit spoke up. “There is another Christmas involving that young girl.” Scrooge wide eyed at the spirit. “No. not that.” He then saw himself at his counting house as the spirit explained. “You just started your counting business with Jacob Marley. Your way has been set. Recall how you drove love out of your heart and replaced with the worship of money.” Scrooge watched through the window and saw his younger self with Belle. Only this time, Belle looked more upset at the younger Scrooge. “Yes! Another idol has replaced me!” she whined. Young Scrooge looked at her unamused. “Oh really? That’s going a little too far, Belle.” He went back to his counting book. “Hmm. Hawkins is three days late. Do you realize how much money I’m expected to lose?” Belle closed his book. “Please, Ebeneezer. It is Christmas.” Young Scrooge snapped. “Christmas? Bah! Christmas is a folly! A waste of time! It’s a…. a humbug! That’s right! Christmas is a humbug!” Belle gasped and began to shed tears. “I-I wish to break our engagement, Ebeneezer.” “Why?” Ebeneezer cried. “Because you are becoming something I don’t know. Something I don’t want to know!” “Belle, I’m doing this for you. I love you!” Young Scrooge pleaded. “You did once!” Belle sobbed as she ran out the door. As she ran crying, she sang a little song. Meanwhile, Young Scrooge sang to himself as he showed before angrily going back to his counting book. After the song finished, Scrooge began to tremble with regret as the spirit noticed. “Something on your mind, Mr. Scrooge?” “Belle was my first real love...” Scrooge sadly said as he wiped away a tear. “Yes, she was. But you loved your money more than that poor woman.” Scrooge pleaded to the spirit. “Spirit, show me no more! I do not wish to bare these memories much longer!” “These memories were made by you only, Scrooge. So do not blame me for the path that led to you becoming the miser you are today.” The spirit turned away. “Take me home, Spirit.” Scrooge demanded. But instead, the Ghost turned to Scrooge as her face changed to Franny. Scrooge flinched at the sight. “Stop this!” The Ghost ignored him as her face shifted into Fezziwig. “Why do torture me with these visions?!” The Ghost's face then turned into to Belle as she answered in her voice, "You torture yourself, Scrooge!" Then the ghost let out a blinding light. Scrooge covered his eyes from the glare and when it dimmed down, Scrooge uncovered them and saw he was back in his bedroom. Scrooge was left alone, exhausted in his bed chamber. And thus, he remained until the nearby clock began striking the hour. Outside the window, Charles and Karai watched Scrooge going back to bed as the clock began to ding, waking Gamer up. “What was that?” he yawned. “Two o clock.” Charles told him. “Kay. Wake me when the next ghost comes.” Gamer fell back asleep next to Karai who rubbed his head. “Should we tell him it’ll be soon?” Karai asked Charles. “Let him rest. It’ll be a little.” Charles looked back at Scrooge. To be Continued Author's Note Whew! This chapter took longer than expected. Probably the next two might be just as long. Thank you all for your patience. Special thanks to Jebens1 for help with a bit of dialogue. Henry and Edward are supposed to be the characters from Thomas & Friends if they were in Equestria Girls. (There's a fiction about that)
Ghost of Christmas Present/ Tiny TimScrooge knew that the second ghost was due to appear, yet now, as clock stop striking… Scrooge peered from his bed and looked around his now empty room. All seemed quiet. “Nothing.” Suddenly, the next room turned on as a big booming voice called to him. “COME IN! AND KNOW ME BETTER MAN!” Scrooge cautiously walked in and saw the room filled with so much food. “COME FORTH! AND KNOW ME BETTER MAN!” Scrooge turned to see a turtle wearing an orange mask, a green robe, and a wreath with candles on his head while carrying a cornucopia light and a horn that he spoke in (Michelangelo). “Wait, did I already say that?” “You did.” Scrooge deadpanned. “Okay.” The turtle threw the horn away. The crash itself was enough to wake Gamer up. “I’m up! I’m up!” he looked around. “I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. This is the night before the dawn before the day of Christmas! Did I mention that I was the Ghost of Christmas Present?” “Yes, you did.” Scrooge nodded. “Come in! and know me better Man!” the spirit chuckled. “You’re a little absent minded, Spirit.” “No, I’m a large absent-minded spirit!” Scrooge couldn’t help but chuckle at the Spirit’s joke. “My mind is filled with the here and now. And the now is…. Christmas!” The spirit laughed. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone like you, Spirit.” Scrooge mentioned. “Nope. Eighteen hundred of my brothers have come before me!” “Eighteen hundred? Imagine the grocery bills.” The spirit laughed at Scrooge’s jester before Scrooge looked the food. “Where did all this come from?” “From the heart, Scrooge! It’s the fruit of generosity, which you have long denied your fellow man.” “Generosity? Ha!” Scrooge scoffed. “Nobody has ever shown me generosity!” “You’ve never given them reason to.” The spirit took a mince pie and ate it before belching. “And yet, there are those who still have warmth in their hearts, even for the likes of you!” “No acquaintance of mine, I assure you.” Scrooge mumbled. The spirit just laughed. “Have you ever noticed how everything seems wonderful at Christmas?” Scrooge took a deep breath. “In full honesty, Spirit, no. I never seemed to understand Christmas.” The spirit patted his shoulder. “Before this day is done, you WILL understand!” “Uh oh.” Gamer said just before the Spirit opened the window, knocking him and Charles off the roof. The spirit took a deep breath. “We shall go out into the world!” Charles pulled Gamer out from the snow when Karai, who managed to avoid the window and got down in time, walked up to them. “Enjoy your trip?” “Yeah. It’s fun around fall!” Gamer huffed as Charles dropped him to the ground. As the Spirit and Scrooge appeared at the town square, the town turned from night to day and people began appearing, enjoying themselves as the Spirit announced. “May I welcome you to Christmas morning!” They saw two singers (Snips and Snails) singing merrily when the fat one accidently hit a passing by woman (Trixie) with his cymbal. She got up and chased after them as they ran while the spirit began to sing. During the song, everybody seemed to sing along. Scrooge saw two girls (Sapphire Night and Wallflower Blush) give a wreath to a couple of homeless guys (Leatherhead and Rockwell). A pink haired girl (Fluttershy) sang to a family of mice. Even the police warden (Cranky Doodle) sang with the prisoner (Vallhallen). Soon, everyone was dancing as well as singing. “It feels like Christmas!” The spirit sang as snow began to fall. When the song was over, Scrooge was intrigued. “Spirit, I had no idea! I wish to see friends, kin! Show me family!” Soon, Scrooge and the spirit were in a home as Scrooge saw someone familiar. “That’s Fred. That’s my nephew Fred! And his wife, Clara!” Scrooge pointed to Fred with a girl with black hair with a purple streak (Angel). They were joined by their friends and their families (Carter, Buffy, Caitlyn, Gabby, Love Shine, and Vernon) as they all took a seat. Charles, Karai, and Gamer were watching from behind some furniture as Gamer noticed a fruit bowl beside him. Fred spoke up. “Alright. We’ve all had the plum pudding, sang the carols. What should we do now, my love?” “A game, Fred!” Clara perked up. “Yeah! We must have a game at Christmas.” Carter agreed along with everyone else. “Do people play games at Christmas?” Scrooge asked the spirit who chuckled. “I love games!” Karai turned to see Gamer eating a grape from the bowl. “You do know that fruit is wax right?” “Would explain the texture.” Gamer spat it out. Love Shine spoke up. “How about Yes and No?” “Oh, a wonderful game!” Caitlyn smiled. Everyone else agreed as Fred smiled. “That’s a wonderful game! I’ll go first!” “Yes, let Fred be it! He always picks the best ones.” Clara nodded. “I do have a good one, Clara. Guess.” Buffy went first. “Is it… a vegetable?” “No.” “A mineral?” Clara guessed. “No.” “Animal?” Caitlyn asked. “What else?” “What else indeed.” Agreed Clara. “Was it raised on a farm?” Vernon asked. “Never.” “In the city?” Clara guessed. “Usually.” “Does it pull a handsome chap?” Carter asked. “Certainly not.” “How about a dog?” Love Shine guessed. Fred paused. “Ah…. No.” “A cat!” Scrooge guessed. “A cat!” Clara repeated. “I said it first.” Scrooge argued, forgetting they can’t hear him. “Nope.” Clara thought for a second. “Is it an unwanted creature?” “Often.” “A mouse!” Gabby guessed. “No.” “A rat!” Buffy blurted out. “No.” “A cockroach!” Vernon cried. “No.” “A leech!” Love Shine cried. “Too good.” Clara spoke up. “Wait! An unwanted creature, but not a rat leech or cockroach…” “What?” Buffy asked. “What?” Caitlyn repeated. “What?” Scrooge was equally curious. “It’s Ebeneezer Scrooge!” “Yes!” Everyone cheered and laughed while Scrooge felt put off with what felt like an insult. He was ready to leave before the spirit stopped him. “I think you should hear this.” “I don’t want to see no more.” Scrooge moaned before he heard Buffy spoke. “Yet why do even care for that cruel uncle of yours, Fred?” Fred’s smile faded as he explained. “It was because of my late mother Fan. Uncle Scrooge loved her more than life itself. She brought him love and joy when he had non in his heart. Now that she is gone, I try to do the same. Despite what everyone thinks, I believe he still has kindness and joy in him, even if he cannot see it himself. And I will never lose hope that he will find it one day.” His guests clapped at his speech and Clara gave him a kiss. The spirit grinned at Scrooge. “How do you like that? You know, you really should appreciate your nephew more.” Scrooge trembled remembering Fanny. “All he does is remind me of Fanny, and what I lost!” “You can't keep living in the past, dude. You gotta move on and enjoy the here and now. And speaking of moving on...” The spirit lead Scrooge through the wall. Scrooge noticed they were in a small part of town. “Why are we in this part of town?” “It’s Christmas here too, you know.” The Spirit then pointed to a nearby shack. “That is the home of your overworked, under paid employee, Bob Cratchit.” Perhaps it was the Spirit’s own generous nature and sympathy towards poor men that led them to the home Scrooge’s faithful clerk. As Charles and Karai climbed to the roof with a chimney sweep, Gamer looked down and sniffed the chimney. “I think they’re cooking goose down there.” He guessed. “Either that or it’s chicken.” “Step aside please.” Charles said as he began to sweep. Scrooge turned to the Spirit. “This is Bob Cratchit’s house?” “How’d you know that?” The Spirit raised a brow. “You told me.” “Well, I’m usually trustworthy.” The spirit said smugly. They looked through the window. Scrooge saw a light purple skinned woman wearing glasses preparing dinner (Twilight Sparkle) while humming. “Who’s that?” “Mrs. Cratchit, of course.” Mrs. Cratchit, or Emily, turned to a young boy with blue skin and brown hair (Lancer) turning the spit where the goose was cooking. “It’s looking good, Peter. Keep it up. Just a couple more spins and the goose will be ready when your father and Tiny Tim get home.” Peter grunted as he turned the spit. “It smells so good, Mommy.” “It does, doesn’t it?” a small purple dog salivated in front of the stove (Spike), eyeing the goose. “Oh Spike.” Emily chuckled as she petted him. Back on the roof, Gamer sniffed the chimney and was really close. “Yeah, that’s definitely Goose- OOF!” Charles and Karai turned to see Gamer had fallen in the chimney and got stuck. “Gamer!” Karai gasped. “Oh, good grief.” Charles mumbled. “Hey! I’m stuck! Get me out of here!” “Mom has told you to lay off the root beer!” Charles called to him before turning to Karai. “Grab a hold and on the count of three we push him through.” Karai nodded and they both held the sweep in the pipe Gamer was stuck in. “One. Two. THREE!” Together, they pushed Gamer through as he fell through the chimney. “Whew, least I landed on something soft.” He looked down to see he was on the spit with the goose. “And hot!” he yelped jumping up and down. “Belinda! Petina!” Emily called as two girls (Melody Note and Sweetheart) hurried downstairs. “Come set the table. Your father will be home soon.” “Yes, mother.” Belinda said as she and Petina hurried to the table while Emily saw Spike just about to steal a chestnut. “Spike! You know the rules! No eating the chestnuts until Bob and Tiny Tim get home!” Spike chuckled sheepishly as he slowly backed away. Just then, a pink haired girl in a turquoise dress (Fluttershy) entered. “Merry Christmas, mother!” “Martha!” Emily hugged her as the children cheered. “I was afraid you wouldn’t make it!” “I’m so glad I could.” Martha smiled. “Your father and Tiny Tim will be home soon. Seeing you here will be a great surprise for them both.” “I will go hide to contain the excitement.” Martha hid in the closet. Scrooge and the spirit saw coming up to the house was Bob Cratchit himself. On his shoulder was a small boy carrying a crutch (Pipsqueak) who had to have been Tiny Tim. They were both singing a little jig together and having fun together. When they arrived at the house, Cratchit set his son down. “C’mon, son, let’s go see if Christmas dinner is ready.” “Coming, Father.” Tim smiled. As They entered, Charles and Karai snuck in the house before the door closed. “Merry Christmas, everyone!” Cratchit announced. “Daddy!” Patina and Belinda cheered as they ran and hugged their father. “Merry Christmas, girls. Merry Christmas, Peter.” “Merry Christmas.” Peter greeted. Tiny Tim was greeted by Spike who licked his cheek. “Merry Christmas, boy!” Emily walked up. “Okay, everyone! Let’s go wash up for dinner!” “Wait for me!” Tiny Tim cheered as he followed his siblings. Emily hugged her husband. “Merry Christmas, Bob.” “Merry Christmas, Emily.” Cratchit hugged her back before asking. “Any word from Martha?” Emily pretended to be sad. “I’m afraid she couldn’t make it today.” “Aw! That’s too bad. I was really looking forward to her visit.” Cratchit took off his hat and scarf and went to hang them in the closet. He opened the door when- “Merry Christmas, Father!” Cratchit chuckled as he was greeted by a hug from Martha. “Martha! You made it! Merry Christmas!” Charles and Karai finally found Gamer cooling his feet. “You alright?” Karai asked. “I fell through the chimney and landed on a hot goose!” Charles shrugged. “Could’ve been worse. You could’ve landed on the fire.” “Not wrong there.” Gamer agreed. Meanwhile, Tiny Tim got excited as he made his way to the table. “The dinner! The goose! Oh boy!” suddenly, he began cough heavily as Cratchit and Emily hurried over to him. “Oh No! Dear! Dear, you got too excited. Go- go sit in your chair, Son.” Emily instructed him. As Tiny Tim went to his chair, Emily turned to Cratchit. “How was he in church?” “As good as gold.” Cratchit smiled a little. Emily held a tear back. “Sometimes I lose hope he’ll ever get better.” “Tim has the hope. And the faith. He told me on the way home from church that he hoped everyone saw him there because it would be pleasant for them on Christmas Day to remember who made lame beggars walk and blind men see.” “A remarkable child.” Scrooge awed. And with that, the Cratchits came to what was surely the happiest single moment all the live long year. Scrooge noticed they had hardly any food for their feast. “Such a meager feast.” “But very much appreciated.” The Spirit shrugged. “I pay Bob such a small amount.” Cratchit then lifted his glass. “To Mr. Scrooge.” “Bob? Bob Cratchit.” Scrooge entered the home, fazing through the door as Cratchit continued. “It only seems fair that I raise my glass to my employer. I give you Mr. Scrooge the founder of the feast!” Emily frowned. “The founder of the feast indeed! If he was here right here, I’d give him a piece of my mind! And I bet he’d choke on it!” “Emmy. The children. Christmas day.” Cratchit gritted his teeth, still smiling. Emily sighed. “I suppose on this blessed day of Christmas, that I will drink to the health of Mr. Scrooge, even though he is odious, stingy, wicked, unfeeling, and badly dressed!” Scrooge frowned at Emily’s words before Tiny Tim spoke up. “To the founder of the feast! Mr. Scrooge!” Emiliy gave up. “To Mr. Scrooge.” “May he be merry and happy this day, I have no doubt.” Spike mumbled. “God bless us. Everyone.” Tiny Tim smiled as he began to sing. At the end of the song, Tiny Tim began to cough again while Emily rubbed his back. “Oh, there there. Let’s have dinner.” And they all began to have their dinner. Scrooge was deeply moved by Tiny Tim’s song. He turned to the spirit. “Spirit. Tell me if Tiny Tim will live?” “That is the future. My realm is in the present. But… I see an empty chair by the chimney place and a crutch without an owner. If these shadows remain unaltered, the boy will die.” The spirit then scoffed. “But, if he’s going to die, then he better do it. And decrease the surplus population! Am I right?” Scrooge was shocked to hear his own words. “Oh Spirit.” The Spirit placed his hand on Scrooge’s shoulder. “Come.” As the Cratchits vanished into the darkness, Scrooge kept his eye on Tiny Tim until the very last. As they walked the streets again, something caught Scrooge’s eye. Scrooge then noticed something and spoke sounding uneasy, "Spirit, forgive me, but I see something beneath your cloak. Is it a foot? Or a claw?" "It might as well be a claw, dude," the ghost replied. "But here's a lesson you should heed." The spirit pulled open his robe and Scrooge saw two dirty and ragged children (Shark and Cozy Glow) clinging to his legs. The very sight of them made Scrooge nervous. "Spirit, are they yours?" He asked, getting scared. "They are man's," the ghost answered warily. "This boy is Ignorance. And the girl is Want. Beware them both, but most of all, beware the boy!" "But have they no refuge?" Scrooge asked. "No resource?" "Like those charity workers you refused to help?" The spirit reminded him. Ignorance suddenly stood up and snarled, "Are there no prisons?!" He swung a knife around until he suddenly found himself in a cage. Want then circled around Scrooge, "Are there no work houses?!" A strain jackets appeared and wrapped itself tightly around her. The two howled in maddening laughter before they vanished in the fog. “Come. My time grows short.” The spirit led Scrooge to a graveyard, looking older with hair and skinny arms and legs as Scrooge noticed. “Spirit, do you grow old?” “I do.” The spirit chuckled then sat down on a bench. “Are spirits’ lives short?” Scrooge asked. “My time on this globe is very brief. I believe it will end at the stroke of twelve.” Up by the bell tower, Gamer pulled the chain to the bell as he counted each ring while Charles and Karai watched. Scrooge gasped as the bells. “Now? But Spirit, I have learned so much from you.” Nothing Scrooge could do or say could stop the march of the terrible bells. “Oh Spirit. Do not leave me!” Scrooge begged. “I think that I must in fact.” The spirit said as he began to twinkle and fade away. “You have made so much to me. You have changed me!” “And now, I leave you with the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come.” The spirit sighed. “You mean the future?” Scrooge gulped. “Must I?” The spirit grinned one last time before he completely disappeared. “Go forth! And know him better man. BOOYAKASHA!” With the spirit gone, Scrooge held his eyes shut, unaware a fog was surrounding him. To Be Continued Author's Note Again, Special thanks to Jebens1 for some help with the dialogue. Try to imagine Mikey in the last part looking like his old self from Mutants Apocalypse. I couldn't resist Mikey's last word being Booyakasha. Enjoy!
Ghost of Christmas Yet to ComeScrooge wandered a bit in the fog. It wasn’t long before he was faced to face with the next spirit and gasped. The figure was a female wearing a dark cloak with a skull mask (Shinigami). “Am I in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come?” The spirit slowly nodded her head to answer Scrooge’s question. “Spirit, I fear you more than every spirit I’ve met tonight.” Meanwhile, Charles, Gamer, and Karai peaked out the door of the belltower. “I think this’s a little too scary for me.” Shuttered Gamer. “I suppose you’re right.” Karai shrugged. Charles then told the audience. “You’re on your own, folks. I’ll still narrate, but we’ll meet you at the finally.” And with that, they went back and shut the door. Scrooge spoke again. “I am ready to follow and learn with a thankful heart.” The spirit just stood there, not saying a word. “Will you not speak to me?” Scrooge asked. The spirit then placed her hand on Scrooge’s shoulder and pointed. “Oh, yes yes. The night is waiting. Lead on, Spirit.” Scrooge followed the spirit through a swirling vortex. Though afraid, Scrooge followed The Spirit and soon found himself back into town, only things looked bleaker and sadder than the last time he saw it. Scrooge looked around to see it was raining. He looked to where the spirit was pointing and saw a couple men holding umbrellas talking to each other. Scrooge curiously listened in on their conversation. “I know nothing about it. I only know he is the dead!” one that was a rhino (Rocksteady) said. “When?” a fish guy (Fishface) asked. “Last night, I believe.” “I wonder what he died of. I thought he’d never go!” a tiger (Tiger Claw) huffed. The gentlemen laughed as one who was a giant turtle (Hun) spoke. “I frankly don’t know or care why he died. I just want to know what he’s done with his money?” “Well, he didn’t give it to me!” the fish spoke. “No doubt it would be a cheap funeral.” The tiger stated. “I wouldn’t know a single soul who’d go to it.” “I wouldn’t mind going.” They all looked at rhino confused before he chuckled. “If they provided the lunch!” They all laughed before they took their leave. Scrooge looked at the Spirit. “I know some of those gentlemen, Spirit. But what poor wretch were they talking about?” The Spirit then pointed to a little run downed shack. Scrooge looked in and saw a warthog with worn clothes (Bebop) talking to a trio of girls (The Dazzlings). “So back from the house of sadness, I see.” He grinned. Adagio scoffed. “Sad that he didn’t die years ago, the old skinfit!” “Here! Here!” agreed Sonata. “Now, let’s see. What have you got for old Joe? What did you bring me to remember him by?” he tickled Sonata and Aria under their chins. Sonata chuckled, but Aria smacked it away. “Get off.” She hissed. “Now girls.” Adagio playfully scolded. “Let’s show him our loot.” Sonata went first. “I got these collar buttons from his dresser! Mother of pearl.” Joe looked intrigued before Aria spoke up. “Nononono. I got his bed curtains! Very fine Tanishq.” Joe accepted them and looked at them. “Pretty cheap, Girl. But worth a few coins.” Adagio revealed a couple bed sheets. “Well, I got his blankets.” “His blankets?” Joe looked at them as he felt them. “Why, Dagi! They’re still warm! Don’t pay extra for warmth.” Adagio smirked. “You should. It was the only warmth he had!” They laughed evilly which spooked Scrooge out a little as he left and spoke to the spirit. “I understand, Spirit. The case of this unhappy man. It might be my own. Like my life tends that way now. Merciful heavens. Please, let me see some tenderness connected with this world or I will be haunted by the compensation forever.” The spirit led Scrooge to yet another familiar place. Scrooge’s eyes perked up when he saw the house. “It’s Cratchit’s house! A place of joy and laughter. Thank you for bringing me here.” But then Scrooge noticed there were no sounds of happiness to be heard. “It’s quiet. Why is it so quiet, Spirit?” The Spirit pointed to the window. Scrooge looked in to see everyone in poor spirits. Spike was lying in his bed sadly looking at a bone. Martha was sitting at the table shedding tears. Emily was sniffling as she prepared dinner. Belinda walked to her. “Mother? You’re crying again.” “It-it’s just the lamp light hurting my eyes.” Emily sniffled. Scrooge realized the reason why for this sadness. “No. not Tiny Tim!” Emily fixed herself up. “There. My eyes get weak in the dim light. I would not want to show weak eyes to your father when he gets home for anything in the world. I’m sure he’s on his way back by now.” “I… think he’s been walking a little slower these past two evenings.” Peter sighed as he was turning the spit. Just then, Bob Cratchit sadly entered the home. “Hello, my dears.” “Daddy.” The children all came up and softly hugged their father. “Hello, girls. Hello, Peter. Hello, Martha.” Cratchit even bend down and pet Spike. “You too, Spike.” “C’mon, Children. Go wash up for dinner.” The children did as they were told. “Thank you.” Emily turned to Cratchit. “How was the churchyard, dear?” Cratchit put on a fake smile for his wife. “It’ll be lovely, Emily. You’ll love how green the place is. I picked a perfect spot on the hill for Tiny Tim. You could see the ducks on the river.” “Tiny Tim always loved watching the ducks on the river.” Emily remembered as she held her husband tightly. Scrooge turned to the Spirit. “Oh Spirit. Must there be a Christmas that brings this awful scene? How can be endure it?” As they sadly sat down to dinner, Cratchit spoke up. “It’s alright, Children. Life is full of meetings and partings. That is the way of it. I’m sure we will never forget Tiny Tim for this first parting that there was among us.” Scrooge then looked and saw Tiny Tim’s chair next to the fireplace. On it was his hat and scarf along with his crutch. Just as the previous spirit foreseen. Scrooge then saw they were back in the cemetery. “Must we return to this place?” he asked the still silent spirit. “There’s something else I should know. Is that not true? Spirit, I know what I must ask. I fear to, but I must. Who was the wretched man whose death brought glee and happiness to others?” The Spirit pointed at a direction. Scrooge looked to see two guys just finishing digging a grave. One was a boy with black hair and missing his two front teeth (Casey Jones) and the other was a turtle wearing a red mask (Raphael). The boy spoke. “I tell ya, this was probably the quickest we’ve ever buried anyone.” “I agree. I never seen a funeral like this one! No mourners, no friends to bid him farewell.” The turtle pointed out. “That guy had to have been the most stingiest man in town!” the boy chuckled. “No doubt about it.” The turtle checked his watch. “Cmon, let’s rest a minute before we start on that Tiny Tim lad.” “Good idea.” The boy smirked. “At least this stingy guy won’t bother any of us anymore!” The two laughed as they walked away. Scrooge walked up to the tombstone. “Spirit? Are these the shadows of thing that will be? Or are they the shadows of that may be if only?” The spirit pointed to the tombstone. Scrooge walked up and saw the name of the wretched man was covered in snow. “These events can be changed.” He walked a little further to the tombstone the spirit pointed to. “A life can be made right!” He stood in front of the tombstone and started to wipe off the snow. Thunder rumbled as he looked in horror as he saw the name more. “No!” Scrooge trembled in horror and disbelief. For the writing on the tombstone was in fact... “My name! It’s Ebeneezer Scrooge!” As he said those words, a raging snowstorm suddenly began, flurries swarmed all around him as he crawled over to the ghost. “Spirit, I beg of you, tell me are these the shadows of things that will be? Or these the shadows of things that may be? Oh, please Spirit! Nevermore will I be greedy and selfish! And I will help the one's less fortunate!” He held onto the ghost's cloak and cried out, “Please, spirit! Say that I am not past all hope! I will honor Christmas past, present, and future, and I'll not shut out the lessons the spirits have taught me! Tell me that I may sponge out the writing on this stone! Oh spirit, please speak to me!” The ghost stared down at Scrooge with a cold icy look for a long moment. Then at last, she spoke but two words... “Wake up!” To be Continued Author's Note This took quicker than I thought! Almost done. I may get this done before Christmas! Again, Special thanks to Jebens1 for dialogue for the last part of the chapter. And I think that's it. Almost done!
A Thankful HeartScrooge whimpered before he saw he was back in his bed. He got up to see he was in his bedroom once again. “I’m home.” He gasped. Yes. The bedpost was his own. The bed was his own. The room was his own. Outside the window, Charles and Gamer sat there watching Scrooge. “Hi guys! We’re back!” Gamer waved. “We promised we would be!” Charles smiled as he continued to narrate. But the thing that made Scrooge happiest of all was that his life laid before him and it could be changed. “I will live my life in the past, present, and future!” Scrooge cheered before falling to his knees. “Oh Jacob Marley! Fanny! Oh, heaven in the Christmas time be praised to this day, I say it on my knees, Jacob, and Fanny!” he then saw his bed curtains were still there. “Oh! They’re not torn down! They’re here! I’m here! Oh it’s a miracle! I don’t what to do. I’m as light as a feather. I’m as happy as an angel. I’m as merry as a schoolboy!” he kept ranting pacing back and forth. “Uh guys?” Charles and Gamer looked down to see Karai on the ground in front of Scrooge’s house. “I don't think you two should be up there!” “Scrooge has been saved, Karai, what could happen now?” Charles called back. “Yeah, it's all good!” Gamer added. Right after he said that Scrooge flung open the window doors, knocking Shine Boy and Gamer off ledge and into a pile of snow right next to Karai. “That.” She answered smugly. Scrooge then spotted the singing beggar from the day before. “You there, what's today?” “Huh?” The beggar squeaked. “What is today, my fine lad?” “Today? I believe it's Christmas day.” The beggar answered as if it was obvious. “Then I haven't missed it! The spirits did it all in one night!” Scrooge cheered. “Go on! Who’d miss Christmas?” the beggar chuckled then snorted. “Do you know the butcher shop from across the street?” “Yes, I do.” “An intelligent lad. A remarkable lad! Do you know if the prize turkey is there in the window?” “The one about as big as me? Yeah, it’s still there.” “It is a pleasure doing business with you. Go and buy it!” The beggar double took that last part. “Uh, okay? And what do I use for money?” “I’m serious. Go buy it for me and I’ll give you a shilling. No, I’ll give you five shillings!” Scrooge threw the beggar a bag full of coins, which astounded the beggar. “Whoa Mama!” he gleamed as he took off. And so, the beggar was off like a shot. So eas- The beggar accidentally ran into Charles and Gamer, knocking them over again. “Did I do that?” he asked sheepishly before running off as Karai helped them up. “I’ll take it to Bob Cratchit’s house.” Scrooge told himself as he shut his window. “What a surprise it’ll be. It’s twice the size of Tiny Tim.” And a few moments later, dressed in his finest, Scrooge appeared in the streets of the city, wishing Merry Christmas to all the world. Scrooge came out, fully dressed, and wished everyone passed by a merry Christmas. He even shook hands with Charles and Karai as well as pat Gamer on the head. Yes, everyone was out and about on this fine morning. And soon, he encountered two familiar faces. It was the two donation collectors from the other day. They were shocked to see Scrooge. “Ah! M-Mr. Scrooge!” gulped the turtle. “Pardon me, you two. But about that donation you asked from me yesterday.” “Yes?” April raised her brow. “Put me down for….” Scrooge whispered to them and the two were very surprised. “That many?” gasped the turtle. “And not a penny less.” Scrooge smiled. “They’re many back payments I assure you.” “I-I don’t know what to say.” April spoke. “A merry Christmas to both of you!” Just then the beggar arrived with the turkey. “Here’s your turkey, Mr. Scrooge.” “Follow me lad.” Scrooge led the way as many people followed him and he began to sing. As he sang, Scrooge went to stores and bought much from gifts and food and many town folk happily helped him out. Even Joe, the three girls, and the grave diggers joined in. As he helped, Charles accidentally grabbed the hand of another girl his age with brown hair wearing a blue gown and pink scarf (Serenity) and the two blushed and smiled at each other. Scrooge stopped by his counting house to drop of buckets of coal for his bookkeepers. Then, he stopped by his Nephew Fred’s home. He saw they were playing ‘Yes and No’ just like he saw with the spirit’s visit. "Oh, I know!" Clara said. "It's your uncle..." she paused as Scrooge came in. "Uncle Scrooge?" Fred asked in surprise. "Merry Christmas, Fred," Scrooge greeted. "Well, this is quite the surprise, uncle, what are you doing?" Fred inquired. "I thought about your invitation yesterday, and will gladly come to dinner tonight," Scrooge said. "You will? That's wonderful!" Fred smiled. "It is indeed," Scrooge agreed. "But first, there is someone I must visit." "Who is it, uncle?" Fred asked. "Someone who deserves a very merry Christmas," Scrooge answered. "Him and his whole family. Especially his remarkable son." Fred looked at his wife and guests before he said, "Then by all means, uncle, let us all go." Clara and the guests nodded in agreement. “Great! Follow me!” Scrooge lead them as he continued singing. Along the way, he gave bowls of food to some homeless folk and more some before finally reaching Bob Cratchit’s house. He then signaled everyone to hide while Charles pulled the beggar back, so he was out of sight. Scrooge pretended to be his old self as he knocked on the door. “Bob Cratchit!” Cratchit opened the door nervously. “M-Mr. Scrooge!” “So here you are. You sir were not at work this morning, as we discussed.” “B-But we did discuss it, sir. It’s Christmas Day. You gave me the day off.” Pleaded Cratchit. Scrooge hid a laugh by pretending to get angry. “I? I, Ebenezer Scrooge, gave my employee the day off? Would I do a thing like that?” “No. I mean, yes. Well, you did.” As Cratchit whimpered, Emily heard everything around the corner. She was fumed to hear Scrooge talk bad about her husband. “Bob Cratchit, I’ve had my fill of this!” Emily came out of hiding next to Cratchit. “And I’ve had my fill of YOU, Mr. Scrooge!” “And therefore, Bob Cratchit-” “And therefore, you can leave this house at once!” “And THEREFORE…. I’m about to raise your salary.” “AND I’M ABOUT TO SICK OUR DOG AT- wait.” Emily double took. “What?” both she and Cratchit gasped. Scrooge then smiled. “Yes, Bob. Raise your salary and pay your mortgage on this house.” Emily and Cratchit were speechless at Scrooge’s new mood before Cratchit spoke. “Would you like to come in, Mr. Scrooge?” “Bob Cratchit, would you and your family like to join us for a little turkey dinner on this fine Christmas Day? Merry Christmas.” Then, as if on cue, everyone came in bringing the turkey as well as more food to the dinner as the Cratchits were surprised and overjoyed. As they all entered the house, Charles, Karai, and Gamer were outside smiling. So, Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more! Gamer poked at Charles. “And Tiny Tim?” Charles nodded. “And Tiny Tim, who did NOT die.” “Oh Good!” Gamer breathed. “That’s great!” Karai smiled. To Tiny Tim, Scrooge became like a second father. He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man as the good old city ever had. It was always said of him that he knew how to keep Christmas well than any man alive with the knowledge. May that truly be said of us all. And so, as Tiny Tim observed, As they all sat down to dinner, Scrooge lifted Tiny Tim as the young boy said, “God bless us.” “God bless us. Everyone.” Scrooge smiled as he and everyone began to sing. “Goodbye!” Gamer waved. “Bye!” Karai added. “So long!” Charles waved. Karai then spoke to Charles. “Great story, Mr. Dickens.” “Oh, if you like that, you should read the book.” The End Author's Note There we go! the last part is done! Once again, special thanks to Jebens1 for help with dialogue. Just gonna do a little send off and this is done. Hope you enjoyed this!
Epilogue and Christmas wishes“And cut! That was great!” Everyone made their way out of The Cratchit house, which turned out to be a scenery for a movie. As it turned out, The Ninjas, Rainbooms, Team Shine, and all their friends were making a movie of a Christmas Carol with Canter Zoom at the director’s chair. “That’s a wrap, everyone! Good job! Now go home and have a Merry Christmas!” Everyone cheered as they all changed out of their costumes and into their winter apparel. While they neatly hung everything up and put away the set, everyone complimented on a job well done and made plans for Christmas. “Great job, Leo!” Flash waved to Leo who was talking to Twilight. “Thanks. You too, Flash.” Leo waved back with Twilight. “You were great, Pipsqueak.” Scootaloo patted his shoulder. “Thanks, Scootaloo.” “Nice work, Mikey.” Pinkie bounced. “You were epic, Pinkie! Also, liked Shinigami’s performance too.” “Thanks. Though it was hard not to laugh on que.” Shini smiled as she fixed her hat. “I’m just glad I don’t have to wear those chains. Augh! They were heavy!” Night Shine grumbled. “We still going Christmas shopping, Rarity?” Sweetie Belle asked her sister. “But of course, Darling. After all, I got a couple presents to buy.” Rarity checked her list. “Don’t forget tomorrow’s our annual Sweet Apple Acres Christmas Party!” Applejack announced. “Still need help with the Flimflam bros?” Raph asked. “You sure you don’t want to join us, Steve?” Shine Boy asked as he walked with Steve Urkel to the stage door. “I really would love to, Shines, but I need to take the next flight to Chicago if I want to make it home for the holidays.” Steve sighed. “Well, it was great to meet you, Steve.” Sunset shook his hand followed by Leo. “And it was great to meet you all as well, Sunset.” Steve smiled. “And don’t worry, Leo. Your family’s secret is safe with me. Besides, I’ve seen weirder things myself.” He laughed and snorted. “Thanks, Steve.” Leo nodded. “When we’ve finished the editing, we’ll mail you the DVD.” Juniper assured. “Sounds great. Well, gotta run!” Steve turned only to hit the closed door, which caused a stage to fall and break, almost hitting Raph and Night Shine. “Hey!” they both growled. Gamer turned to Steve. “Look what you did.” “Did I do that?” Steve asked sheepishly. He gulped as the two punched their fists. “Uh Merry Christmas gotta run!” Steve briefed before running out the door. Shine Boy chuckled as they waved goodbye. “Well, we better get going if we want to get stuff before Christmas.” Caitlyn spoke for herself and Zach. “And I have some paperwork to finish before the school closes for winter break.” Dr. Mallow remembered. As everyone left the studio, Leo, Twilight, Shine Boy, and Serenity were the last ones out of the studio before turning to the fourth wall. “From all of us to all of you.” Leo began. “Wishing you all a safe and happy holiday.” Twilight added. “May your days be bright.” Shine Boy nodded. “To you and your families.” Serenity smiled. “Merry Christmas!” they all waved before turning off the lights and closing the door. Merry Christmas! Author's Note There you go! Have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! see you in 2023!
