Mister Magoo's Christmas Carol

Hee hee, Now, where is that theater?

Stage door entrance.

eh, I knew it every time.

I am t-the star.

I don't want to.

Ahh! Unhand me you roughnecks!

Call the police.

U-Unhand me I say.

Aah, aah Oof.

Magoo, where have you been?

Oh my god Sir, I'm afraid I'll have to complain about your stagehands.

A-A bunch of roughnecks Sir.

See here Magoo,

Do you realize we been holding the curtain for half an hour.

In that case my good fellow

I suggest you stop wasting time and bring it up.

Eee-Eee Ooo.

Places everybody.

Magoo! your costume, you're not in costume!

Relax my good man

I've never missed an entrance yet.

Ahhh! Ohhh!

Ahhh!

Ha ha. Yes Sir!

He's made it.

Magoo is on stage.

Everything is going to be…

fine.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Thirty-five hundred. Excellent, excellent.

Only thing to be said for the season,

people feel obligated to pay their debts.

Heh, heh, heh.

Oh, wouldn't old Jacob Marley have been proud.

Heh, heh, yes.

Thirty-five hundred and twelve.

Money piling up, I love it!

Ha, ha, hay...

Scrooge and Marley's I believe.

Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr. Scrooge or Mr. Marley?

Mr. Marley has been dead these seven years.

We have no doubt his liberality is well

represented by his surviving partner.

At this festive season of the year, Mr. Scrooge,

'tis more than usually desirable we should make some slight provisions

for the poor and destitute.

Hundreds of thousands are in want of common comforts, Sir.

Are there no prisons?

Plenty of prisons.

And the workhouses, uh, are they, uh, still in operation?

They are. Still I wish I could say, they were not.

What shall we put you down for?

Eh, nothing.

You wish to remain anonymous.

I wish to be left alone!

I support the establishments I have mentioned,

they cost enough, and those who are badly off, eh, must go there.

Many can't go there, and many would rather die.

If they would rather die, they had better do it

and decrease the surplus population.

Now I'm very busy, gentlemen. I BID YOU, GOOD AFTERNOON!

BE GONE! OUT!

Dratted busy-bodies.

A man can't get any work done.

Now, well, let's see, where was I?

Huh, yes, come on... yes.

Oh... hee, hee.

Four thousand and six. Four thousand and twelve... huh.

Alphabatical, ringle

ringle

Cratchit!

You've had you coal for today.

There will be no more.

Begging-begging you pardon, Sir. I simply thought, Sir,

since it is Christmas Eve.

Since it is Christmas Eve.

This would be a disastrous time for you, Cratchit, to find yourself

without a position.

Uh-oh, no Sir, yes, Sir

you're absolutely right, Sir.

Forgive me, Sir.

If you spend more time tending to your job

you wouldn't have time to feel the cold.

Bah! Blasted help situation.

He'll be wanting a feather bed and tea service next thing, you know.

Here we go... heeee.

Four thousand and thirty, four thousand and thirty-six,

Ha, hee, hee.

Cratchit!

Oh, you called, Sir?

In the future, Cratchit, I advise you to take less time in answering.

Yes, Sir.

Eh, eh, secure this in the safe. And, mind you, you be careful.

Be gone you miserable little beggars, before I give you something to sing about!

Ah, don't you understand the King's English?

Nothing to eat and they sing of Christmas.

Ah-ha bah humbug.

I might as well close shop for the night.

We'll finish tomorrow.

Oh, but, Sir, tomorrow is Christmas Day.

I have a holiday tomorrow.

You'll want all day, I suppose?

Oh, yes, Sir. Please, Sir, you see I...

Never mind! It's Christmas. Or Lord, help us.

Hear, hea, hea. The whole population is mad!

Will you stop! I'm, I'm quite capable.

Hea, yegh. Fool.

A..very..Merry Christmas to you, Sir.

Christmas! Ha! Bah! Humbug!

Heh, heh, Merry Christmas.

Out upon Merry Christmas. If I could work my will

every fool who goes about with "Merry Christmas" on his lips

should be boiled with his own pudding

and buried with a stake of holly through his heart.

Bah!... Humbug!

Mean weather. It's the worst I can remember.

Oh! Humm. What have we here?

Soon take care of this.

Very strange. Very strange.

Eh, uh, could I need spectacles?

Oh!

By heavens. I-I'm seeing things.

Err, Perhaps I do need spectacles.

No, no, no. This miserable gruel.

That's no doubt the cause.

Sour, sour, that's what it is.

It's been a tiring day.

Sleep. Sleep, th-that's what I need.

Burr. Oh, ho, uh, wee. Beastly wind.

Must have forgotten to lock the cellar door.

[Thump-clank, Thump-clank, Thump-clank...]

Rats?

[Thump-clank, Thump-clank Thump-clank...]

Hear, h-hear, what nonsense is this?

Yhoo, don't you b-believe in knocking?

[Would you have unbolted the door to let me enter, Ebeneezer?]

That door was bolted. Who-who-who are you?

[In life I was your partner, Jacob Marley.]