The Looney Tunes Show

Narrator: Christmas...

The time of year when the chill in the air...

brings out the warmth in your heart.

But what happens when Christmas spirit...

meets 140 degrees outside?

Lola: Bugs, Christmas is almost here. Are you excited?

Bugs: Not really. It's December and it's 100 degrees out here.

Lola: What are you saying? Bugs: It's too hot for Christmas.

Lola: Too hot for Christmas?

How can you say such a thing?

I feel woozy. Oh! Like I'm gonna faint.

Bugs: That's because you're wearing a parka.

Lola: Huh? Oh.

Oh, yeah. That's much better.

What were we talking about again?

Bugs: Not doing Christmas this year.

Ohh!

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The Looney Tunes Show - Season 2 Episode 10 A Christmas Carol

Original Air Date: December 4, 2012

Elmer Fudd: And with no relief in sight for this heat wave,

it certainly doesn't feel like Christmas.

A year ago today, this was main street,

and this is how it looks now.

Sam: I thought selling Christmas trees would be the perfect job.

You make your money and you only gotta work a couple of weeks a year.

But it's so darned hot, no one's buying 'em,

and now they're all dried up.

Aah! Fire!

Fire! Aah!

Elmer Fudd: Looks like this Christmas is gonna be anything but merry.

Lola: What is wrong with everyone?

A little heat and we all just give up on Christmas?

Hey, well, not me. I'm gonna do something about it.

I--I'm gonna go out there and I'm gonna...

I'm gonna...

Put on a show.

A show that captures the true meaning of Christmas.

Bugs: Like "A Christmas Carol"?

Lola: Ohh. I was thinking "Cats."

What's "A Christmas Carol"?

Bugs: "A Christmas Carol." Charles Dickens.

Scrooge? Tiny Tim?

Bah, humbug?

Here. It's the world's most famous Christmas story.

Lola: Oh! Thanks, bun-bun.

Mwah. I'm off to save Christmas.

I mean, Charles Dickens and I are off to save Christmas.

Man, it's hot out here.

Ohh!

Bugs: What are you doing? Daffy: Making room.

Bugs: For what? I don't want to cook a turkey this year.

It's too hot.

Daffy: I'm making room for a duck, not a turkey.

Bugs: What are you? Insane? You'll suffocate.

Daffy: Well, it's better than being hot.

Plus, I've heard suffocating's the most pleasant way to go.

Hmph.

Wait.

Or is it that suffocating's the worst way to go?

I should probably do a little research.

Bugs: Hey, look. It's your buddy.

Elmer Fudd: In a related story,

eccentric billionaire, Foghorn Leghorn...

held a press conference today

and made a stunning announcement.

Foghorn: I've been--I say, I've been hearin' a lot of whining...

about how it's too hot to celebrate Christmas this year.

But I'm here to announce that I'm gonna do something--

I say, I'm gonna do something about it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I give you the fan plan.

- What is that? Foghorn: It's a giant fan, boy,

and I'm gonna set it up at the north pole...

and blow some of that cold air down here.

If I were you, I'd get your sweaters out of the cedar closet,

'cause I'm predicting-- I say, I'm predicting a white Christmas.

Bugs: That is one crazy rooster.

I'm surprised you didn't get roped into going with him.

Daffy: Oh, I'm going.

Daffy: Well, I'm off to the north pole.

Should I bring a jacket?

Nah, it's 1,000 degrees outside.

Bugs, your girlfriend fainted.

Lola: Thank you all for coming.

Of course, we're all here for the same reason.

We care about the community.

We love Christmas.

And we love the theater.

And one of you is here because I needed you to drive me...

because my nail polish wasn't dry yet.

So, thanks, Bugs.

Sam: Actually, I'm here 'cause I understand...

this is an equity production.

As in, guaranteed money?

And I also love the theater.

Lola: Ok, "A Christmas Carol."

Now, just a little heads up before you read the script.

I have made a few teeny, tiny changes.

Bugs: What are you talking about?

Lola: I rewrote it. Bugs: You rewrote a beloved classic?

Lola: Eh, come on.

Who could belove a story...

about a mean old guy named scrooge who hates Christmas?

I'm sorry, but that's not gonna get anybody in the holiday spirit.

Bugs, you're gonna play Santa.

Bugs: Uh, Santa's not in "A Christmas Carol."

Lola: Well, he's in this version.

Mac and Tosh, you'll play Santa's elves

Weevil and Beevil.

You can decide amongst yourselves who's who.

Both: I'll be Weevil. Oh! Then, I'll be Beevil.

Mac: Do you want me to be Beevil?

Tosh: Only if you don't want to be Weevil.

I could easily see myself as Beevil.

Mac: But I also think you would make a fantastic Weevil.

Sam: Oh, no one cares.

We can't tell you apart, anyway.

Here. You're Weevil. You're Beevil.

Now, who am I?

Lola: You are nightclub impresario, Rick Evans.

And Speedy, you're Manu Ginobili.

Speedy: The basketball player?

Lola: Now, Porky, you're gonna play a very important part.

You will be playing the role of Hambone.

Porky: Ooh. What about my script?

Oh, Hambone doesn't talk.

He's a pet pig. He oinks.

Well, I guess that's everyone.

Oh, no!

There's no one left to play Carol.

Mac: Who's Carol?

Lola: Carol? "A Christmas Carol"?

The girl from the title of the play.

Bugs: Ecch. Poor Charles Dickens.

Tosh: Well, why don't you play Carol?

Lola: Me? Oh, no. I'm just the writer. I'm not an actor.

Besides, Carol has... A British accent...

that's essential to the role.

And I couldn't possibly capture the many layers of Carol's intricate personality.

The highs and the lows of her journey,

her desperation, her fear, her strength, her courage.

She's a temptress. Ooh, but she's shy, almost coquettish.

How could I capture her volatility?

And she's so funny.

Mac: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Tosh: Mm-hmm. You have to be Weevil.

Mac: Spoken like a true Beevil.

Foghorn: If you think rewriting "A Christmas Carol" is a bad idea,

heh, well, I believe I can show you a worse one.

Foghorn: It's time to jump. Daffy: What?

Foghorn: We can't land a big ol' plane like this on that ice.

Daffy: Are you out of your mind? Whoa!

Foghorn: There--I say, there goes the fan.

Come on, boy.

Daffy: Aah!

Foghorn: I say, "Aah!"

Sam: I don't know about you, but I read the script.

It ain't worth the air conditioner.

Lola: Ok, everyone. We're starting rehearsal.

We have got a town full of people out there...

who have lost the Christmas spirit,

and I believe the only chance we have of getting it back...

is to put on a flawless production...

of an almost unrecognizable version of "A Christmas Carol."

Places, everyone.

Oh, Hambone, it looks like...

it's just you and me this Christmas.

Porky: Oink.

Lola: Is that how you're gonna do it?

Porky: Oink, oink?

Lola: Yeah, you're gonna need to work on that.

Narrator: Meanwhile, at the north pole,

or about 70 miles South of there.

Daffy: I quit. Foghorn: What?!

Daffy: My sense of adventure has been surpassed...

by my sense of tiredness and overall out-of-shapedness. Ugh.

Foghorn: You can't quit now. You'll freeze to death.

Then, it's my time.

Daffy: According to my research, it's the most pleasant way to go.

Foghorn: You're just like the rest of 'em.

When the going gets tough, you just give up.

Boo hoo! It's too hot to celebrate Christmas.

Boo hoo! It's too cold at the north pole.

Boo hoo! I'm too tired to help a rooster...

pull a 6,000-pound crate 70 miles...

and build a giant fan.

Well, then, go ahead and freeze, boy.

I'm not giving up on Christmas.

Unh!

Narrator: But sometimes, even the coldest heart...

can be warmed by the Christmas spirit.

Foghorn: I say, unh!

Huh?

Ah.

Mac: Are you Carol?

Yes. Who are you?

Both: We're Santa's elves.

Tosh: Santa Claus is missing.

You must come with us to the north pole and take his place.