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:''<nowiki>[</nowiki>[[Bart]] and [[Lisa]] are at a mailbox, about to mail a stack of Christmas cards.]'' | :''<nowiki>[</nowiki>[[Bart]] and [[Lisa]] are at a mailbox, about to mail a stack of Christmas cards.]'' | ||
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:'''Bart''': Allow me. ''[takes off his scarf]'' I learned this scarf trick from watching old Christmas cartoons on TV. | :'''Bart''': Allow me. ''[takes off his scarf]'' I learned this scarf trick from watching old Christmas cartoons on TV. | ||
:''[Bart uses his scarf to snag the handle of the mailbox door and pull it open. Inside, to their surprise, they find ...]'' | :''[Bart uses his scarf to snag the handle of the mailbox door and pull it open. Inside, to their surprise, they find ...]'' | ||
− | :'''[[Grampa]]''': Take your | + | :'''[[Grampa]]''': Take your cheesy greeting card cheer somewhere else! |
:'''Bart''': Grampa?! What are you doing in there? | :'''Bart''': Grampa?! What are you doing in there? | ||
:'''Grampa''': I can't let you send those cards because of the evil they represent! | :'''Grampa''': I can't let you send those cards because of the evil they represent! | ||
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:'''Scrooge''': Leaving early for Christmas ... Eh, Bob Cratchit? You'd best be here bright and early the day after. | :'''Scrooge''': Leaving early for Christmas ... Eh, Bob Cratchit? You'd best be here bright and early the day after. | ||
:'''Cratchit''': I couldn't afford a gift, sir, but my son, Gimpy Tom, made this card for you. ''[hands Scrooge a card]'' | :'''Cratchit''': I couldn't afford a gift, sir, but my son, Gimpy Tom, made this card for you. ''[hands Scrooge a card]'' | ||
+ | :''[Scrooge takes the card. It reads "Merry Christmas, Mr. Burnseneezer" and has a drawing of a Christmas tree.]'' | ||
+ | :'''Scrooge''': ''[skeptical]'' A Christmas card?! I've never heard of such a thing! | ||
+ | :'''Cratchit''': It's just a few words to sum up our appreciation for your generosity. ''[heads for the door]'' Good night, sir! And have a merry Christmas! | ||
+ | :'''Scrooge''': ''[tearing up and sniffling as he gets the point of the card]'' Good night, Cratchit. | ||
+ | :''[A voice comes from below the money that Scrooge was counting. It's [[Smarmley]], hunched over and working at a low desk.]'' | ||
+ | :'''Smarmley''': Are you okay, Burnseneezer? | ||
+ | :'''Scrooge''': This simple construction of pen, paper, and sickly sentiment is the Ghost of Christmas Future! Smarmley, my faithful lackey, from this moment on we're in the greeting card business! | ||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | :'''[[Grampa]]''': ''[narrating]'' Within a year [[Burnseneezer Scrooge|Burnseneezer]] built a greeting card empire, creating cards for every occasion. | ||
+ | :''[The scene shifts forward in time to show an ink-smeared [[Bob Cratchit]] at his table working on a stack of cards and looking dismayed at a card he's just received.]'' | ||
+ | :'''Cratchit''': ''[reading the card]'' "So sorry for your loss ... of gainful employment"?! | ||
+ | :'''Scrooge''': That's right, Cratchit! You didn't finish the Boxing Day cards on time, so you're fired! Now take your ink and get out! | ||
+ | :'''Cratchit''': But who will write the cards from now on? | ||
+ | :'''Scrooge''': ''[gesturing at a group of sickly-looking children]'' These street urchins! They're cheap, and if one dies of ink poisoning like old Smarmley did, I'll simply grab another from the back alley! ''[to the children]'' Consider yourselves at home, dear orphans! | ||
+ | :'''Grampa''': ''[narrating]'' Greeting cards became a holiday fixture: Cheap sentiment produced by the labor of child slaves! | ||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | :''[Back to the present. [[Grampa]] glares at [[Lisa]] from inside the mailbox.]'' | ||
+ | :'''Grampa''': Well, I say "Phooey!" Tell your loved ones "Merry Christmas" in person. Don't let some disgruntled mailman do it for you! | ||
+ | :'''Lisa''' ''[hesitantly]'' Umm ... Here's a Christmas card for you anyway, Grampa. | ||
+ | :''[Grampa takes the card and the mailbox door clanks shut.]'' | ||
+ | :'''Grampa''': Oh goody! I love Christmas cards! ... But I can't see! Can someone get me a flashlight, or some matches? Hello ... | ||
+ | :''<nowiki>[</nowiki>[[Bart]] and Lisa walk away from the mailbox.]'' | ||
+ | :'''Lisa''': Should we tell [[Marge Simpson|Mom]] and [[Homer Simpson|Dad]] he's in there? | ||
+ | :'''Bart''': Meh. The mailman will come eventually. |
Revision as of 23:51, July 23, 2012
- [Bart and Lisa are at a mailbox, about to mail a stack of Christmas cards.]
- Lisa: How are we supposed to get these Christmas cards into the mailbox? The opening is too high!
- Bart: Allow me. [takes off his scarf] I learned this scarf trick from watching old Christmas cartoons on TV.
- [Bart uses his scarf to snag the handle of the mailbox door and pull it open. Inside, to their surprise, they find ...]
- Grampa: Take your cheesy greeting card cheer somewhere else!
- Bart: Grampa?! What are you doing in there?
- Grampa: I can't let you send those cards because of the evil they represent!
- Grampa: [narrating] The tradition of sending Christmas cards began long ago, before there were hippies, but for some reason everybody dressed that way.
- [The scene shifts to 19-century London. We see Burnseneezer Scrooge in his place of business, counting money, and his employee, Bob Cratchit.]
- Cratchit: Burnseneezer Scrooge, if there's nothing else, I'll be on my way.
- Scrooge: Leaving early for Christmas ... Eh, Bob Cratchit? You'd best be here bright and early the day after.
- Cratchit: I couldn't afford a gift, sir, but my son, Gimpy Tom, made this card for you. [hands Scrooge a card]
- [Scrooge takes the card. It reads "Merry Christmas, Mr. Burnseneezer" and has a drawing of a Christmas tree.]
- Scrooge: [skeptical] A Christmas card?! I've never heard of such a thing!
- Cratchit: It's just a few words to sum up our appreciation for your generosity. [heads for the door] Good night, sir! And have a merry Christmas!
- Scrooge: [tearing up and sniffling as he gets the point of the card] Good night, Cratchit.
- [A voice comes from below the money that Scrooge was counting. It's Smarmley, hunched over and working at a low desk.]
- Smarmley: Are you okay, Burnseneezer?
- Scrooge: This simple construction of pen, paper, and sickly sentiment is the Ghost of Christmas Future! Smarmley, my faithful lackey, from this moment on we're in the greeting card business!
- Grampa: [narrating] Within a year Burnseneezer built a greeting card empire, creating cards for every occasion.
- [The scene shifts forward in time to show an ink-smeared Bob Cratchit at his table working on a stack of cards and looking dismayed at a card he's just received.]
- Cratchit: [reading the card] "So sorry for your loss ... of gainful employment"?!
- Scrooge: That's right, Cratchit! You didn't finish the Boxing Day cards on time, so you're fired! Now take your ink and get out!
- Cratchit: But who will write the cards from now on?
- Scrooge: [gesturing at a group of sickly-looking children] These street urchins! They're cheap, and if one dies of ink poisoning like old Smarmley did, I'll simply grab another from the back alley! [to the children] Consider yourselves at home, dear orphans!
- Grampa: [narrating] Greeting cards became a holiday fixture: Cheap sentiment produced by the labor of child slaves!
- [Back to the present. Grampa glares at Lisa from inside the mailbox.]
- Grampa: Well, I say "Phooey!" Tell your loved ones "Merry Christmas" in person. Don't let some disgruntled mailman do it for you!
- Lisa [hesitantly] Umm ... Here's a Christmas card for you anyway, Grampa.
- [Grampa takes the card and the mailbox door clanks shut.]
- Grampa: Oh goody! I love Christmas cards! ... But I can't see! Can someone get me a flashlight, or some matches? Hello ...
- [Bart and Lisa walk away from the mailbox.]
- Lisa: Should we tell Mom and Dad he's in there?
- Bart: Meh. The mailman will come eventually.