<p><br></p><p><br></p><p>The most beautiful tree Who-ville has ever seen. (GASPING): Oh, oh! No! No! - (GASPING, GRUNTING) - McGERKLE: Everyone, - have a wonderful season. - (SCREAMING) (BODY THUMPS) (PANTING) (DISTORTED WHOOSHING) (GROANS, SHUDDERS) No. - (DISTORTED CHATTER, LAUGHTER) - (GASPS) No. NARRATOR: He walked through the crowd, and the sound and the lights... Ring-a-round the rosies, a pocket full of posies... ...and his ears heard the thump of their joy and delights. And it took him right back to his earliest years, to that lost, lonely boy who cried all of those tears. That lost, lonely boy, isolated and sad, with no home of his own, no mom and no dad. (GASPING BREATHS) - - (CROWD MUTED) And as the Grinch looked around, he felt downright scared... ...as he remembered that Christmas where nobody cared. Where nobody showed, not even a flea. And there were no cards, no gifts and no tree. (LAUGHTER) And as he watched other kids... - Woop! (LAUGHING) - ...one thing became clear: that this was the single worst day of the year. (DEEP WHOOSH) And now here it was, that day once again, and he felt all those feelings he felt way back when, when he'd watch Whos young and old all sit down to feast, and they'd feast, and they'd feast, and they'd feast, feast, feast, feast. (GLASSES CLINK) They'd feast on Who-pudding and rare Who roast beast. Which is something the Grinch could not stand in the least. - (WIND WHISTLES) - And then they'd do something - he liked least of all. - (BELLS RINGING) Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small, would stand close together with Christmas bells ringing. They'd stand hand in hand, and the Whos would start singing. Fah who foraze Dah who doraze Welcome Christmas, come this way Fah who foraze Dah who doraze Welcome Christmas, Christmas Day Welcome, welcome - (WIND WHISTLING) - Fah who rahmus Welcome, welcome... They'll sing, and they'll sing, and they'll sing, sing, sing, sing! NARRATOR: Yes, he couldn't recall without feeling the sting. So the Grinch finally declared... I must stop this whole thing. Why? For 53 years, I've put up with it. Now... I must stop this Christmas from coming. But how? - (ORGAN BLASTS) - (MAX WHINES) (PLAYS NOTE) (PLAYS NOTE) NARRATOR: Then he got an idea. An awful idea. The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea. I know just what to do. I'm going to steal their Christmas. (MAX SNIFFING) (PLAYING ORGAN) All the trimmings, all the trappings, - all their gifts and garlands! - (THUNDER RUMBLING) When they wake and see it's gone, then all their joy and happiness will be gone as well. (THUNDER CRASHING) So prepare yourself, Max. For tomorrow... - (ECHOING): we begin! - (THUNDER CRASHING) (THUNDER FADING) (BIRDS CHIRPING) - (BELL RINGING) - (YAWNS) (BARKS) (SQUEAKY GRUNT) (LOUD DANCE MUSIC PLAYING) (RHYTHMIC GRUNTING) Genius starts with the abs, Max. (GROWLS) It's go time. What are the rules for breakfast today? What are the words I'm forbidden to say? I need to let my hair down And grow it like a real ah, ah, ah. And now... the question we have all been waiting for: How will I steal Christmas? Well, prepare to have your little doggy mind blown. Poof. (CREAKING) Ta-da! (CHUCKLES) That's right, I become... - Santa Claus. - (MAX WHINES) - (INQUISITIVE GRUNT) - But instead of giving all the joy and happiness, I'll take it away. If he can deliver Christmas to the whole world in one night, then I can certainly steal it from little old Who-ville. (CHUCKLES): I mean, come on. What's Santa have that I don't? (BARKS) That's hurtful. - (GROANS) - DONNA: Um, what are you doing with my bowling ball? Chasing it. And you're taking it where? - It's a secret. - (SIGHS) All right. But not without breakfast. Catch! Whoa! Waffles! My favorite! Thanks! See you guys later! (GRUNTS) Here we go. - Hey, Cindy-Lou. - Oh, hey there, Mr. Cubbins. Ca-caw! Ca-caw! Woot, woot. (GRUNTING) - Ready. - All right. Let's go. - Whoa! - (BIRDS CHIRPING) Hold on! - (WOOD CREAKING) - BOTH: Whoo! Yeah! (SQUEAKING) Let's go, let's go. Let's move. (GRUNTS) Hang on. - Whoo! - And... dismount. (SPUTTERING) So, what do we know? (WITH MOUTH FULL): Waffles are delicious. Super delicious. But I meant about meeting Santa. We know no one's ever done it. Hmm... Okay. How about this? I'm going to sit in the living room with my eyes wide open like this, and if I start to drift off, I'll just open them wider! Um, I'm pretty sure you're gonna fall asleep. - And by the time you wake up... - He'll be gone. (MAKES WHOOSHING SOUND) Nothing but cookie crumbs. Yeah, you're right. - I got it! - Tell me! Maple syrup. All right, maple syrup. We pour it on the roof, the reindeer get stuck, and then they can't fly away. Science! Won't the syrup just freeze? - Good point. - Also, how do we get all that syrup on the roof? Yeah, I got nothing. (BOTH SIGH SADLY) Wait a minute. - I think I got it. - What? We're gonna need the whole gang for this one. GRINCH (GRUNTS): Okay. If I'm going to become Santa, then I need to get into character. (MAX GASPS, GRUNTS) All right, let's see. "Christmas Tree." "Christmas Traditions." "Christmas Pudding." How does pudding work its way into everything? Where is the Santa stuff? Look at this. Little girls and boys giggling over sugarplums. Oh. Look how they did the roof of the gingerbread house with vanilla icing. (CHUCKLES) Little... family of gumdrops. (CLEARS THROAT) (GRUNTS) So dumb. So, so stupidly dumb. Ah, here we are. "The Legend of Santa Claus." Red suit, white beard, always in a jolly mood. Oh. That's not gonna happen. Oh, well. Let's just start by finding ourselves some reindeer. - - (MAX SNIFFING) (MAX GRUNTS, SNEEZES) (TAKES DEEP BREATH, EXHALES) Beautiful. Isn't it, Max? - (GRUNTS) - This, my little friend, is the Rein-Horn. It perfectly re-creates the mating call of the reindeer. Behold. (HORN BELLOWS) (BELLOW ECHOING) (GOAT BLEATING) Oh. Hey there. Sorry, little goat. I was calling for a rein... - (GOAT SCREAMING) - (GRINCH GASPS) (GRUNTS) What was that?! Scram! Skedaddle! Strange goat. (BLEATS) Now, reindeer migrate, so maybe we'll catch a few headed south for the winter. I also read that they tend to mate in densely wooded... - Will you stop following us?! - (BLEATS) - Shoo! Away! Go back to the goat farm. - (BLEATS) Go eat a can. - (FRUSTRATED GROAN) - (BLEATS QUIETLY) All right, now that that's over, back to the task at hand. - (WIND WHISTLING) - Whew! It's a little crisp. - (WIND RUSHING) - Oh, it's getting... really... c-cold. Oh, goodness! Can't... feel my lips. Can't... blink. Eyes... frozen! (GASPS) Max... we've hit the mother lode. (GASPS) We'll have 100 reindeer - to pull our... - (GOAT SCREAMING) (REINDEER BELLOWING) (GOAT BLEATING) (SIGHS) (DEEP, QUIET GRUNT) Huh? Well, Santa had eight. He looks like he ate the other seven. (MAX GRUNTS) Watch and learn, Max. All right. - (DEEP, QUIET GRUNT) - (GASPS) (GRINCH GRUNTS) (REINDEER GRUNTS) (SNIFFING) - (LOUD SNAP) - (SCREAMS) (REINDEER GRUNTS) Aah! (YELLING) Uh-oh. Aah! Aah! (CHUCKLES) (DEEP GRUNTING) (GRINCH YELLING, GASPING) Aah! Frozen, stinkin'... - Stop. Stop. - (GRUNTING) Onward, my furry friends. We're walking toward destiny. - - (CHILDREN'S HAPPY SQUEALS) - Let's get in there! - Whoo-hoo! All right, you called, we came. - So what's up? - Yeah, what's the deal? Thanks for getting here so fast, guys. Follow me. So, what's the big secret? Yeah, I don't have very long. My parents set the timer. - Dude. - Don't ask. It's new. All right, everybody, brace yourselves. In exactly 48 hours, we are going to do something that's never been done before. We're gonna... trap Santa Claus! Santa Claus Is coming... Trap Santa? Why would we want to do that? Duh. To steal all his toys. I love it. - Oh, yeah! - That's a great idea! No, not to steal his toys. To, um, to talk to him. - What? Why do you want to talk to him? - It's personal. - Yeah, it's kind of personal. - Well, I don't want to do it if you won't tell me why. - What are you talking about, "personal"? - Axl, when you asked to borrow $16 and my mom's suitcase, did I ask you why? - No. - And what about you, Ozzy? Remember when you got stuck in that... All right, all right, okay. Geez. I did it because you're my friend, and when something matters to you, that means it matters to me. - That's beautiful. - Okay, okay, okay. You convinced me. - Count me in, too. - All right, we're in. - Great! Now, let's do this. - Yeah, let's do this! - Oh, yeah! Awesome! - Let's make it happen. GROOPERT: Whoa, cool. That is so cool. - CINDY-LOU: To the bikes! - Yeah! - (BIRDS CHIRPING) - (CAT YOWLING) - DONNA: Cindy-Lou! Dinnertime! - Let's go, guys! Dinnertime! - WOMAN: Time to eat! - Ooh, dinner. All right, we meet first thing in the morning. - Okay. - All right, see you tomorrow. - See you guys in the morning. - Ozzy! Timer! Okay, Mom. (HAPPY CHATTER, LAUGHTER, WHOOPING IN DISTANCE) (SNOW CRUNCHING LOUDLY) (CRUNCHING, RUMBLING) (QUIETLY): This is the loudest snow I've ever heard in my life. You two, go around the back. Wait for me to drop the sleigh from the roof. Okay? (LOW GRUNT) Go, team. (PANTING QUIETLY) (GASPS) (SNORING) (GASPS) Ah-ah-ah-ah. (SNOW CRUNCHES) (SHUSHING) Shh. (GRUNTS) (GASPS) (GROWLING) - (BARKING) - Aah! Aah! - (GRUNTING) - (BARKING CONTINUES) (BARKING STOPS) Whew! (BARKING) Aah! Aah...! (RINGS DOORBELL) (CONTINUES BARKING) What? Wha-What's going on? - (BARKS) - Hey. Who taught Mabel how to use the doorbell? - Man, that's awesome. - (BARKING) (CHUCKLES) You smart little dog. (PANTING) (GASPING, GRUNTING) WHOS: Mother and child - Holy infant - Huh? What's this? So tender and mild Sleep in heavenly Peace Sleep - In heavenly - (GROANS) - Peace. - (PANTING) (DEEP, QUIET GRUNTING) All right, here it comes. Get ready. (GROWLING) - (BARKING) - (GASPING, GRUNTING) - (YELLING) - (DOG SHRIEKING) Aah! (BARKING) - Jingle bells, jingle bells - BRICKLEBAUM: You tell... What? Oh! (LAUGHS) Oh, look at that. Mabel is delivering cakes now. I mean, is this the best Christmas, or what? Oh... whoa! - (WHINES) - (DEEP GRUNT) - Whoa...! Oh, what fun it is to ride - In a one-horse open sleigh... - (GRUNTS) Oh! Holy moly! Open sleigh... Man, I don't know what's in this cake, but I think I just saw Santa Claus. (CHUCKLES) Let me get another piece. (LAUGHING) Today was great. We did mean things, and we did them in style. - (WHINES) - Max, you know the rules. You sleep in your bed, - and I sleep in... - (LOW GRUNTING) Oh, no, no, not you, too. I don't believe this. Max, did you teach him puppy eyes? (WHINES) (DEEP WHINING) Fine. This one time. (SIGHS) (CREAKING) - (DEEP GROANING) - (GRUNTING) (LOW SNORING) (GRINCH SIGHS) (LOW GROANING) (SIGHS): Ah... Ah. (SNIFFS) (MAX WHINES QUIETLY) (BIRDS CHIRPING) (SNIFFING) (GLASS CLATTERS TO FLOOR) (SNIFFING) (LOW GRUNTING) (HAPPY GRUNTS) (SNORING QUIETLY) (YAWNS) (OBJECTS CRASHING IN DISTANCE) (LOW GRUNTS) (RATTLING) (YELPS) (RATTLING) (RATTLING STOPS) (DEEP GROAN) Mmm! Now, that is a great cup of coffee. (SNIFFING) - (MAX SNARLS) - (LOW GRUNTING) Max, this morning, you and I need to do some recon. Fred, you just sit right there. And don't touch anything. (MAX PANTING) Intel, Max, that's what we're after. How many houses are in Who-ville, and how many Whos? How many wreaths and trees and chimney flues? I'll be in your ear the whole time, and whatever you're seeing, (ECHOING OVER SPEAKER): I'll be seeing on the monitor. Ready? Now, off you go, Max. - (ANXIOUS GROANING) - Fly, boy. Fly! (GROANS) (BARKING) - (SQUAWKS) - Max, stop socializing. Now, let's go in for a look. Okay, six houses on Oak Street. Oh, watch out! Wha...? - Huh. (HUMMING A TUNE) - GRINCH: Okay, go. Go, go, go. Now, cut through Main Street and survey the south side. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - MAN: Merry Christmas! GRINCH: Look at those greedy little gift monsters, loading themselves up with Christmas junk. - Okay, Max, turn right here. - BOY: Whoa! So I woke up this morning, got dressed, had my coffee, went outside, looked on the roof. My sleigh was gone. My, my, I wonder who took it. - (GRINCH CHUCKLING) - (MAX GRUNTS HAPPILY) GRINCH: Okay, let's see here. If we do... 28 houses an hour for six hours, that would be sausages. - Sausages?! - (ALARM BUZZING) Max! Don't even think about it. (WHIMPERS) Max! (DISTORTED WHIRRING) Max, are you okay? Max? Oh, hey, look, it's me. Oh, dear. Aah! (GROANS) Bad dog. (SINGSONGY): Fred, we're home! Fred...? What are you... doing? (SLURPING) Okay. Come on, we got work to do. Now, let's plan our route. First, now, we go south, quick jaunt to the east, and then this house, skip the subdivision for the moment, knock off the entire southeast quadrant of the town, and then we finish it all up... on Whistling Who Lane. That's 223 houses and only seven hours of darkness to work with. That means we have to be fast and focused. And believe you me, there will be temptation... all around us. Raindrops on roses And whiskers on kittens... Behold! The present. This is our enemy. You will want to unwrap it. And... play with it. - (MAX WHINES) - These are a few Of my favorite things... - But you must not! - (NEEDLE SCRATCHES RECORD) And if you can get past the present, the only obstacle left is... ...the cookie. Look at it in all its red, sugary splendor. (GROANS) No, no, no. Look at yourselves. Discipline. We must... (GROANS SOFTLY) ...resist. - Are you ready? - GROOPERT (ECHOING): Almost. Good. Think jolly. - OZZY: And fat. - GROOPERT: Okay, I'm ready. All right, quick. Everybody, hide. Three, two, one, cue Santa! That means you, Groopert. (GROOPERT SCREAMS) (GROANS, PANTS) (FLATLY): Ho, ho, ho, ho. Look at this pretty house. I will leave presents for the people. Come on, it's not the school play, dude. - Then why do I have to wear the outfit? - Groopert! Focus. Just get the cookie! But I can see the strings. Stop worrying. It'll be dark at night. What if he has a flashlight? Have you ever seen a picture of Santa with a flashlight? - No, but I just... - Groopert, just pick up the cookie! (FLATLY): Hmm. What do we have here? A delicious little cookie. Aah! - (RUSTLING) - Groopert! Groopert? GROOPERT: Uh, hey, guys. Do I still get to eat the cookie? (MAX BARKS, FRED GRUNTS QUIETLY) All right, so I tinkered with our sleigh a bit. Behold! (FINGER SQUEAKING) - (CLICK) - (WHIRRING) Look at this, Max. Now you'll be riding in style. - (BARKS) - A throne for a barking prince. How do you like that? (BARKING) All right, Fred, you are the engine of this great machine. Understood? - (LOW GRUNT) - Good. Now, remember, this is just a practice run, but on this team we practice like we play. So let's leave it all out on the snow. - (BELLOWS) - Oh! Okay! All right, how about that? Now, let's pick up the pace and see how she handles. - (BELLOWS) - Oh, ho-ho! - (WHOOPING) - (MAX BARKING) Hang on! - (BARKING) - No, no, no. No problem. It's all... under control. (GRINCH GRUNTS, SHUDDERS) Whoa! Aah! (DISTORTED BELLOWING) (DISTORTED GRUNT) Aah! (GRINCH LAUGHING) We're doing it, Max. We are doing it! - We will not be... - (DEEP GRUNT) ...stopped? - What happened? Fred? - (PANTING) Oh, um... sorry, but we don't need any more reindeer. - (SQUEAKY GRUNTING) - No. Go. Get. Shoo. I have what I need. - (GENTLE GRUNTING) - (SQUEAKY GRUNTING) (GENTLE GRUNTING) (SQUEAKY GRUNT) (SIGHS) It's okay, Fred. (GENTLE GRUNT) (WHINING QUIETLY) (GROANS SOFTLY) On our own again, Max. - (WIND WHISTLING) - (CLOCK TICKING) (BELLS CHIMING) NARRATOR: It was the day before Christmas, and the Whos were abuzz, all doing the things that a Christmas Who does. Some were out buying presents, others just milled about. - There you go, sir. - But the whole town felt joyous, - of that there was no doubt. - (CAT YOWLING) The weather was perfect, and soon snow would fall. - This surely would be... - All right, everyone ready? - (LAUGHING, YELLING) - ...the best Christmas of all. - (BELL RINGING) - (GRUNTS SOFTLY) (CLANKING) Max! There you are. Check this out. (LAUGHS): Whoa! Ah. I've been making lots of cool... Whoa! (LAUGHS) ...stuff! Ooh, more coffee. (SLURPS, SMACKS LIPS) - It's gonna be a big night. - (MUG SHATTERS) We got all the gizmos and gazmos we need, but we still don't have the proper outfit. Come on, let's do a little stitching. - (MALICIOUS CHUCKLING) - Uh, gifts I'm preparing For some Christmas sharing But I pause because Hanging my stocking I can hear a knocking Is that you, Santa Claus? There's only one thing left to do. That's him, all right. (SONG ENDS) Max? Do you know what you are? You are a sturdy little fella. (GRUNTS) And loyal. Very loyal. In fact, I think you're the best dog - a Grinch could hope for. - (WHINES) And that is why... I'm promoting you. Max... you will guide my sleigh tonight. (BARKING) Ha-ha! I knew you wouldn't let me down. NARRATOR: It was now Christmas Eve. There was joy in the air. For in just a few hours, Santa Claus would be there. And the gifts would be left, and the stockings all filled. And the anticipation, well, it started to build. OZZY'S MOTHER (CALLS): Ozzy, what are you doing? Trying... to get... myself tired. (PANTING) All right, eight hours till Christmas morning. That's 28,800 seconds. Okay, and... sleep! Waffle One, this is Waffle Two. Are you there? Over. CINDY-LOU (OVER RADIO): I read you loud and clear, Waffle Two. - This is Groopert, by the way. - Yeah, I got that. GROOPERT: Oh. I just wanted to wish you good luck - with Santa Claus. - Thanks. Talk tomorrow. So, you got any last-minute wishes for Santa? Yep. I have one great big wish. Good. Because you deserve everything you want and more. Thanks, Mom. I want the same thing for you. (SIGHS) How did I end up with such a wonderful daughter? I don't know. Sometimes you just get lucky. Well, then I really did. Me, too. I love you, Mom. I love you, sweetheart. - Good night. - Good night. NARRATOR: The Grinch was now ready to start his big trip. He stood like a captain aboard a great ship. Yes, the time had now come to take off like a shot. Here we go, Max. Let's see what you've got! - Hyah! - (BARKING) What? Max? Max, are you okay? Huh? Yeah, Max! Attaboy! Go, boy! Go! - (MAX BARKING) - (GRINCH LAUGHS) NARRATOR: And down the Grinch came on his great fateful ride, toward the good homes of Who-ville and the Christmas inside. (GRINCH LAUGHING) He had planned it and prepped it, big detail to small. Yes, he'd get rid of Christmas now, once and for all. You take the outside, I'll take the inside. (MAX GRUNTS) House number one. (CLICK, ELECTRICAL BUZZING) NARRATOR: He was ready to pounce and set the score right. He'd make up for the past, and he'd do it tonight. Okay... now, let's steal Christmas. (DEEP WHIRRING) NARRATOR: He swept up their presents with the speed of a wiz. And he knew he'd cause sadness. - Only theirs now, not his. - (CHUCKLES) (WHIRRING) (CRUEL CHUCKLING) (MAX BARKS) NARRATOR: All this excess and nonsense, it was all about greed. About meaningless stuff that they didn't even need. Yeah. (CHUCKLES) NARRATOR: The Grinch went to work. He scooped up the toys. He raced against time. He raced against joy. He hit a few snags - as he made his way through. - (CAT YOWLING) - An angry orange cat... - (SCREAMING) and a sleepwalking Who. (GASPS) Huh? Thank you, Mommy. NARRATOR: He stole pop guns and bicycles, roller skates, drums, checker boards, tricycles, popcorn and plums. Gadgets and gizmos, and dolls with strange names, goofballs and shloof-balls and video games. And he swiped and he poached. Yes, the stealing was on. And this day that he hated, well, he made it be gone. This is it, the last house. Mmm, mmm, dashing through the snow In a one-dog open sleigh (GRUNTING) One more house to go, and Christmas goes away. Ha! (DEVIOUS CHUCKLE) (GRUNTS) (QUIETLY HUMMING "JINGLE BELLS") Huh? (GROANS) Oh, what the heck? Ah. Huh? (GASPING) - (BELLS TINKLING) - He's here! Whoa. What the...? Aah! Whoa. Whoa! Aah! (GRUNTING, GROANING) (GRUNTING AND GROANING IN DISTANCE) (GRINCH GRUNTING, MUTTERING) How do I get out of this? Santa Claus. Oh. Uh, hello. A little help, please? I'll let you down. Just give me a minute. (FORCED CHUCKLE): Oh, that would be great. I'm coming. Just trying to remember... - which cord it is. - (GRUNTS) Oh, no! - (GROANS) - I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Yeah. I-I guess so. - Let me help you. - (GROANS) Sit down here. - Whew. - Drink this. It'll make you feel better. Uh... thanks. Wow. I can't believe it's really you. Uh... yeah. I'm so sorry about the trap and everything, but I really need... Hey. Why are you taking our Christmas tree? Well... uh, one of the lights wasn't working, so I thought I'd take it back to the workshop and see if I could fix it. I didn't know you did that. (FAKE CHUCKLE): Yeah. Sure. Now, why don't you go back upstairs to bed, and then when you wake up, the tree will be fixed - and your presents will be waiting under it. - Wait. You don't understand. I don't want presents. (LAUGHS): Of course you do. Everyone wants presents. No, no, really, I don't. I want you to help my mom. Y-Your mom? Yeah. She works so hard and is always doing stuff for other people. And I just want her to be happy. You want me to help... your mom? You're Santa. You make people happy. And everyone should be happy, right? Y-Yeah, I... I guess they should. Santa, are... are you okay? What? Uh... yeah. I'm fine. (FAKE CHUCKLE) Now, why don't you go back up to bed, hmm? Okay. I wish you could celebrate with us tomorrow. We all get together and sing. It's so beautiful that if you close your eyes and listen, all of your sadness just goes away. That sounds nice. (LAUGHS) Huh? Thank you, Santa. Good night. Good-good night. - (RUSTLING) - (QUIET GRUNTING) (INQUISITIVE GRUNT) I just met the strangest little Who girl. (WHINES) All right, Max. Let's go. (DINGS) NARRATOR: He tried to forget it, but the words filled his head, and he found himself thinking about what the young girl had said. It was hard to imagine. Could it really be true? But if they could all be happy, maybe he could be, too. (YAWNS) (GASPING) (LAUGHING) What? NARRATOR: Her head felt unsteady, and her heart was just sick. - Oh, no. - It must be a joke or a prank or a trick. Who would do such a thing? Who would stoop down this low? And then one little girl realized... she might just know. 3,000 feet up, up the side of Mount Crumpit, the Grinch rode with his load to the tip-top to dump it. Keep going. (GRUNTS) We're gonna make it. (WHOS MURMURING) Oh, dear. Wha... What happened? - Where's the decorations? - All the presents. - Aw, man. Mom... it's my fault. What... What is? All of this. I-I trapped Santa last night, 'cause I wanted to ask him to do something special for you. But I think I made him mad, and that's why he stole everyone's Christmas. No. No, no. No, honey, this isn't your fault. He didn't steal Christmas. He just stole stuff. Christmas is in here. And besides, I already have the greatest gift I could ever get. You. (GRUNTING) Just one more shove. - (WHOS SINGING IN DISTANCE) - What's that? Do you hear it? Dah who doraze Welcome Christmas, Christmas Day Welcome, welcome... They're singing? Welcome, welcome... I don't understand, Max. Christmas Day Is in our grasp Don't they know what I've done? So long as we have hands to clasp Fah who foraze Dah who doraze Welcome home, welcome home Welcome home... NARRATOR: As he watched the small girl, he thought he might melt. If he did what she did, would he feel what she felt? And the luscious sound swelled, reaching up to the skies. And the Grinch heard with his heart, and it tripled in size. - - (AMPLIFIED HEARTBEAT) (GASPS) (EXHALES) (PANTING) What? Oh, no. Oh! Aah! No, no, no, no! Oh, no! Aah...! - (GRUNTS) - (ROPE CREAKING) No, don't worry. I got it. (BARKING) Max, it's okay. I'm... Aah! - (RUMBLING) - (GASPS) Whoa, oh... Oh, no, no, no, no. Max...! Oh! (GASPS) (STRAINING) (DEEP GRUNTING) (BARKS) (DEEP GRUNTING) Fred? - (GRUNTS) - (SQUEAKY GRUNT) You... you came back. (GRUNTS GENTLY, PANTS) Max, the gifts. We have to return them. - (BARKING) - NARRATOR: And having heard the Whos' goodness, having felt the Whos' song, he tried to make right what he had made wrong. Welcome home - Welcome home... - (HORN BLARING) (WHOS MURMURING) (HORN CONTINUES BLARING) (HORN'S BLARE WEAKENING) (SPUTTERS TO A STOP) Uh... hello, everybody. Uh... Uh... it was me. I stole your Christmas. (WHOS GASPING, MURMURING QUIETLY) I stole it because... because I thought it would fix something that happened a long time ago. But it didn't. And I'm sorry. (SIGHS) I'm so very sorry. For everything. (MAX WHINES) - (BARKS) - Not now, Max. I need to be alone. - (BELL RINGING) - (LOW GRUNT) (WHINES, GASPS) I-I-I kind of thought you might like it. You don't like it? Oh, I could take it back. It's not a big deal. I just thought maybe you... (BARKING) - (TOY SQUEAKING) - Oh. Hey. (CHUCKLES) Merry Christmas to you, too, Max. - Ha! (CHUCKLES) - (BARKS) (CHUCKLES) (SQUEAKING, PLAYFUL GROWLING) Uh, that's gonna get old. - (KNOCKING) - (BARKS) - What was that? GRINCH: Huh? Uh... hello. Hi. Remember me? Yes. Yes, I do. I remember you. My name is Cindy-Lou. Cindy-Lou Who. It's nice to meet you, Cindy-Lou. Uh, oh, m-my name is Grinch. - (TOY SQUEAKS) - And, uh, th-this is Max. (GIGGLES) Whoa! Nice to meet you, Max. I just came to invite you to our house for Christmas dinner. What? Me? But I took your gifts. - Yeah, I know. - And your trees. Yup. I stole your whole Christmas. I know you did. But we're inviting you anyway. But why? Because... you've been alone long enough. Dinner's at 6:00. Don't be late. And make sure you bring your sweet doggy, too. (GRUNTS) (SIGHS) (TAKES DEEP BREATH, EXHALES) (INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE) Chestnuts roasting - On an open fire... - Right. Okay. Hmm. - Hmm. - (LOW GRUNT) Um, this is a bad idea. I-I-I can't... I can't do this, I can't do this. They're all gonna hate me. (EXHALES) All right. - Mm! - (DOORBELL CHIMES) I did it. (DOOR OPENS) Oh! Mr. Grinch! I'm so happy you decided to come. Welcome. Th-Thank you for inviting me. Uh, I-I wore a tie. And it's a very nice tie. Cindy-Lou! Look who came! Mr. Grinch! You're here! (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Hello. Come on in. I'll show you around. Oh. Okay. - (QUIET CHATTER) - We'll find it hard to sleep - Tonight... - Hello, Mr. Grinch. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas to you, too. CINDY-LOU: Aunt Ida, I'd like you to meet my friend, the Grinch. Oh, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Grinch. Thank you. It's nice to be here. (DONNA GRUNTS) Oh, here, let me take that for you. Oh. Thank you. Cindy-Lou, could you make a little room for this, please... No, don't worry. I-I've got it. - Huh. Isn't that thoughtful? - To see if reindeer Really know how to fly... (LAUGHTER) - BRICKLEBAUM: Well, is that grouchy, grumpy... - Huh? - ...Grinchy I see standing over there? Ha-ha! - Bricklebaum. - Good to see you. - Come on, Grinchy, - give me a hug! - Oh! (CHUCKLES) It don't count if you don't hug back, buddy. Many times, many ways, Merry Christmas... Okay, come take your seats, everyone. Dinner's ready. Come on. You're sitting next to me. To you. Here you go. Oh. Oh. (LOW, INDISTINCT CHATTER) (WHISPERS): This is my first Christmas dinner. - What happens? - You'll see. Would you... do the honors, Mr. Grinch? Oh. Uh, okay. Do you mind if I say something first? Not at all. Um, well, everybody, I-I just want to say... I've spent my entire life hating Christmas and everything about it. But now I see that it wasn't Christmas I hated. It was being alone. But I'm not alone anymore. And I have all of you to thank for it. But especially... this little girl right here. Ma'am, your daughter's kindness changed my life. That's my girl. BRICKLEBAUM: Oh... that was beautiful. (CHOKED UP): That's my best friend. Merry Christmas, Mr. Grinch. Merry Christmas, Cindy-Lou. - (BARKS) - NARRATOR: And the Grinch raised his glass and led the Whos in a toast. To kindness and love, the things we need most. (CHEERING) (JOYOUS ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYS) - - (BIRDS CHIRPING) (MUSIC PAUSES) (SCREAMS) (LOW GRUNTING) (SNIFFING) I am the Grinch, Cindy-Lou Who? I live in Who-ville, who are you? I've got a dog, his name is Max He coffee my cup, that is a fact I was in snow, ain't need no coat Max pull that sled, off with they head I don't like love, I don't like fun When I'm around, Christmas is done - Scoop, I am the Grinch - Show me some love... Hey, how you doing, you scum? It's a pleasure to meet - Ah, I am the Grinch - I'm here to ruin your day - This will end in defeat - Show me some love... - I am the Grinch - I get to riding and riding - And riding around - Ah, I am the Grinch That's what they call me when they talk about me - Around the town - You're the Grinch - You're the Grinch - That's me You're so problematic, you're the Grinch - Hello - You're the Grinch - You're the Grinch - I'm guilty You're so problematic, you're the Grinch - Yeah, yeah - You're the Grinch - You're the Grinch - At your service You're so problematic, you're the Grinch - Nice to meet you - You're the Grinch - You're the Grinch - Okay You're so problematic That's ice on 'em Ah, that's ice on 'em, ah, that's ice on 'em Ah, that's ice on 'em - Ah, that's ice on 'em - 'Ey, yo - That's... - 25, 25, 25, 25 25 days in the month, 25 days ain't enough Where I don't give a... wait a minute 25 days, got the lock With the chain at the door, don't knock No gifts over here, I don't smell nothing in the air You can take that over there and I don't really care Tell your homeboy in the red suit to chill Before I ban him from Who-ville I ain't playin' with you Ice on 'em Ice on 'em - Ice on 'em - Yeah Ice... 25, 25, 25, 25 25 days in the month, 25 days ain't enough Where I don't give a... wait a minute 25 days, got the lock With the chain at the door, don't knock No gifts over here I am the Grinch Hey, how you doing, you scum? It's a pleasure to meet - Show me some love... - Ah, I am the Grinch I'm here to ruin your day, this will end in defeat - Show me some love... - I am the Grinch I get to riding and riding and riding around - Show me some love... - I am the Grinch - (BLEATING) - That's what they call me When they talk about me around the town That's me Hello Nice to meet you. (MUSIC ENDS)<br><br><br></p>
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