The Grinch

Illumination!

Yeah! Illumination!

Whoo!

- Huh? - Oh, man.

Aw.

Hmm. Wow.

Past the place that you come from,

far beyond what you've seen,

is a town like your town

if your town was a dream.

Only it's not a dream or a hoax or a ruse.

Morning!

It is Christmas in Who-ville,

the home of the Whos.

Fresh peppermint bread.

Oh, hey, Marge.

Morning, Fred.

Smells like Christmas.

Whoa!

Where are you going?

- Hey, Tom. - Good to see you, Ted.

Wreath Man, Wreath Man!

- Here you go, kid, have a wreath. - Oh, cool!

Merry Christmas to you.

- Have a great day, dear. - You too, hon. See you tonight!

- Hurry up! - Okay!

Yes, Who-ville is great, that is known far and wide

and three weeks through December, this place hits its stride.

Yes, the Whos down in Who-ville liked Christmas a lot.

But the Grinch, in his cave north of Who-ville,

did not.

Hmm?

Hmm.

Max!

Max!

Ooh!

I am starving.

Huh?

Max, what is this depressing bean?

No, no, no.

That's impossible. We can't be out of food.

Wha...

Where's my personal reserve of moose juice? And goose juice?

My emergency stash of Who Hash?

And my secret slew of frozen Beezle-Nut stew?

I specifically bought enough food to last until January.

How much emotional eating have I been doing?

No, I won't. I will not.

I am not going to Who-ville during...

Christmas!

Ugh!

Fine.

But I'm gonna despise every second of it.

Come on, Max.

Yes, the Grinch hated Christmas,

the whole Christmas season.

Now, please don't ask why.

No one quite knows the reason.

It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right. -

It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. -

But I think the most likely reason of all

may have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

Now, remember, Max,

this is the time of year when the Whos are at their most deceptive.

You have my full permission

to attack anyone who so much as says one kind word to us.

Okay, let's go.

Good to see you. How's work?

Hi. Merry Christmas.

Wait, wait, wait! Hold the bus!

- Wait, stop. Oh! - Whoa!

- Coming through. - Hey!

Wait! Wait! Sam! Hold the bus!

Oh!

Whoa!

Whoo!

- Sorry, Donna. - That's okay, Sam.

Thanks for stopping.

Whoo!

They've still got you on the night shift, huh?

Sure do.

Oh, by the way, Cindy-Lou forgot her hockey stick.

Jingle bells Christmas smells

Hmm.

Oh!

Thanks, mister.

Ha!

Hey!

You're a mean one, mister.

It's really such an awful day.

Hey! Merry Christmas.

Happy holidays, Sue.

Morning, Fred.

Season's greetings, folks.

- And merry Christmas to you! - Ooh!

Huh?

- Oh, hello! Happy... - Uh-uh!

Huh. What's this?

Excuse me? Are you getting that?

I need it for my Christmas stuffing.

Mmm... No.

Well, that's not very nice.

Oh, sugarplum!

Ugh. No, I can't today. I have a list of errands a mile long

and the babysitter left the sink backed up.

No, I'm not complaining. I'm venting. There's a difference.

Okay. Talk to you later. I have to get breakfast on the table.

Right after I unclog this drain again!

Ugh! It's like concrete.

Cindy-Lou. Sweetheart, come eat.

Coming!

Buster, we've talked about this. Your brother's head is not breakfast.

Bleh!

Ugh.

Okay.

You all right, Mom?

Me? Oh, yes. Never better.

What'd you put down here, anyway? A roller skate?

No. Just batter. Me and Ms. Wilbur made cookies.

Oh, that explains it. Come have some eggs.

I can't, I gotta go mail something.

But I made the beds and put away the twins' toys.

Thanks, sweetheart. You didn't have to do that.

I don't mind.

- Something's burning. - Just a second, sweetie.

Bean, don't feed your brother with your feet.

Mom! The toast!

I got it.

Wait, where are you going again?

I told you, to mail a letter.

Okay, but just come here first.

Mom, I gotta go.

All right.

Muah.

Okay. Now you can go.

Thanks, Mom. Bye, Buster. Bye, Bean.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do!

Roger that, Mom!

Whoo!

And here goes Cindy-Lou Who, as she dashes through the snow

with a very important letter.

Oh, no! I'm gonna miss the mailman!

Short cut!

Go, go, go!

Whoo!

Oh, boy.

Bon appétit!

Whoo-hoo!

Oh, no!

Whoo!

Watch out!

No! My letter!

Argh! What is wrong with you? Didn't you see me?

I mean, if that was a sled, well, I'd be dead.

I'm sorry for bumping into you, but this is really important.

Have you seen my letter?

And that right there, Max, is the true nature of the Who child.

Just right to "Me, me, me.

- "My letter. Me, me, me." - No! You don't understand.

This isn't just a letter, this is the letter.

Oh, really? Let me guess.

Small child, December 20th,

rabidly searching for a "really important" lost letter.

Might it be your list of demands to Santa?

They're not demands. It's more like a wish.

And what I'm wishing for is really, really important.

Well then, why send a letter?

I mean, if it's really that important you should just ask him face-to-face.

Oh, but that's right. No one's ever seen him.

Mmm, my bad.

Come on, Max, let's get out of here.

Bye, doggy.

Have a holly, jolly Christmas

It's the best time of the year

There he is, Max.

The happiest Who alive.

The unbearable Bricklebaum.

He thinks we're friends.

Quick, let's make a run for it.

I don't know if there'll be snow

What... What was that?

No.

But have a cup of cheer

Say hello to friends you know

And everyone you meet

Oh, my goodness, Mr. Grinch! I'm coming.

Leave Mr. Grinch alone.

That's one tough balloon that you're fighting there,

you old feisty frosty. Here, come on. Let me help you up.

I do not want, or need, your help.

Oh. "Hair dye.

"Gorgeous Green Goddess."

Oh. How did that get in there?

Hey, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfy.

We all gotta keep the gray away.

- I myself use Chocolate Explosion. - You know what?

If you want to apologize for something, apologize for that!

My eyes are burning.

Don't blame me. Haven't you heard?

The mayor wants Christmas to be three times bigger this year.