Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol (1962)

[bunniefuu]

Subtitles by: MightyMike

♪ It's great to be
back, back, back, back, back, ♪

♪ Great to be back, on Broadway. ♪

♪ Great to be back with the pack ♪

♪ On top of the stack on Broadway ♪

♪ Telling the press ♪

♪ Heat up a mess ♪

♪ Of those bob bob
bob bob bobbles. ♪

♪ Flock of soc-soc-socko's ♪

♪ You'll need them for sure ♪

♪ House lights hit that overture ♪

♪ Opening night, night, flash, flash, flash ♪

♪ I'll be a smash on Broadway ♪

[whistles]

♪ It was a fight fight bash bash ♪

♪ But I had to crash on Broadway. ♪
[Crash]

♪ I'm gonna shine when you turn neon ♪

♪ Like the neon that you see on ♪

♪ Broadway! ♪

[Screech]

♪ Broadway! ♪

♪ Great to be back back
back back on Broadway. ♪

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.

[whistles]

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

Relax my good man

I've never missed an entrance yet.

♪ I'm gonna shine when you turn neon ♪

♪ Like the neon that you see on. ♪

♪ Broadway! ♪

♪ Broadway! ♪

♪ Great to be back back back
back on Broadway. ♪

[women screaming]

Ahhh! Ohhh!

Ahhh!

Ha ha. Yes Sir!

♪ Broadway! ♪

He's made it.

Magoo is on stage.

Everything is going to be…

fine.

♪ ♪ Joy to the world, the Lord is come! ♪ ♪

♪ ♪ Let earth receive her King. ♪ ♪

Merry Christmas.

[children] Merry Christmas.

[chuckling] 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...

[bell rings, door opens, closes]

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!

[door closes]

[shivering]

[squeak]

Dratted busy-bodies.

A man can't get any work done.

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

Huh, yes, come on... yes.

[clattering coins]

Oh... hee, hee.

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

♪ Ringle, ringle,
coins when they mingle ♪

♪ Make such a lovely sound. ♪

♪ Oo guineas and tuppence ♪

♪ And tuppence and bobs. ♪

♪ Make my ears tingle ♪

♪ And keep my heart throbbing. ♪

♪ Crowns and coppers, ♪

♪ Little eye-poppers ♪

♪ Can make my pulses pound. ♪

♪ Coin in a column ♪

♪ Can make the es-tab-lish-al ♪

♪ De-nom-i-na-tion-al ♪

♪ Or alph-a-bat-i-cal ♪

Alphabatical, ringle

ringle

♪ when they tingle ♪

♪ Makes such a-ha lovely ♪

♪ Sound! ♪

Cratchit! [Crash]

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, [wheezeing] hee, hee.

♪ - Ringle, ringle, coins when they mingle ♪
♪It's cold. ♪

- ♪ Make such a lovely sound. ♪
- ♪It's cold. It's frightfully cold. ♪

- ♪ Ah, guineas and tuppence. ♪
- ♪ Please, ♪

- ♪ And tuppence and bob. ♪
- ♪ Please, Mr. Scrooge. ♪

- ♪ Make my ears tingle. ♪
- ♪ Please, ♪

- ♪ And keep my heart throbbing. ♪
- ♪ One piece of coal. ♪

- ♪ Crowns and coppers, ♪
- ♪ Mr. Scrooge, ♪

- ♪ Little eye-poppers ♪
- ♪ It's cold. ♪

- ♪ Can make my pulses pound. ♪
- ♪ So cold, so frightfully cold ♪

♪ Humbug, it's humbug
its giving to charity. ♪

♪ Orphans are pesky
and Christmas a parody. ♪

- ♪ Ringle, ringle, coins when they mingle ♪
- ♪ Please Mister, Please Mister. Please Mr. Scrooge. ♪

- ♪ Make such a lovely sound. ♪
- ♪ It's cold, it's cold, it's cold. ♪

[lock clicks]

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.

♪ ♪ Hark, the herald angels sing.
Glory to the new born King. ♪ ♪

- ♪♪ Peace on earth and mercy mild...♪♪
- BE GONE!

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

[ Cup clanks ]

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

[slam]

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!

[slam]

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!

[wind howling]

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

[door lock clicks]

Oh! Humm. What have we here?

Soon take care of this.

Very strange. Very strange.

Eh, uh, could I need spectacles?

[thump]

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.

[wind howling]

Burr. Oh, h*, 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?

[Ebeneezer, Ebeneezer Scrooge]

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.]

Humbug!

[You don't believe in me.]

I do not!

[Still, you must admit
that you see me.]

You might be nothing more
than that, sour gruel I ate at supper.

Eh, he, humbug.

[Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!]

Ohh, haa, ha! Mercy, dreadful apparition.

Why do you trouble me?

[Do you believe in me or not?]

Yes, yes, yes,
I-I believe in you. I do.

But, why do you walk the earth?
And, and why are you here?

[Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!]
[rattle, rattle, rattle]

You are bound with chains.
Tell me why?

[I wear the chain I forged in life.]

[rattle]

[Do you know the weight
and the length of the]

[strong coil you bear yourself?]

[It is a ponderous chain.]

[More c*ptive bound
and double-lined.]

[Not to know that no space of regret]

[can make amends for one
slight opportunity misused.]

[Yet, such was I.]

[Look, this is the fate that awaits you.]

[ Wind howls ]

Ha-haaaa!



[that you still have a chance
of escaping my fate.]

[You must expect the visits
of three more ghosts.]

I think I'd rather not.

[Expect the first tonight
when the bell tolls one.]

Well, couldn't I take 'em all at once
and have it over, Jacob?

[Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!]

[wind howling]

Humbug!

[thump!]

I'm gonna get to bed, eh.

Huh, mmmm.

Of course, must have
dozed off for a few hours.

Huh, had a nightmare,
yea..tee-dum.

Humbug?

[ticking and strikes one]

Wha, wha, ooh, huh. Where am I?

Who, who did that? Oh, can't a man sleep?
What, what.

[I am the ghost of Christmas present.]

[Look upon me. You have never
seen the like of me before.]

Well, I'm not sure I see
the like of you now.

Oh, but I hear you, I hear you.

[Oh. Ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa.
So I've heard, ha, ha.]

[You're the one who's
too tight with a penny]

[to buy himself a
pair of spectacles!]

[Come. Come and know me better, man.]

Are you the Spirit, Sir,
who's coming was foretold to me?

[Touch my robe.]

[thunder clap]

[Have you visited this dwelling, before?]

No, no, no, no.
I'm certain that I haven't.

[I thought as much.]

[laughter]

Why are we here?

These people mean nothing to me.

[Know you not the family of the
man who has slaved for you]

[from dawn to dark
these many years?]

Bob Cratchit?

Uh, why, it's, it's impossible.

But they appear to be so happy.

I pay Cratchit a wage
of but bob a week!

[Their happiness lies in something
apparently quite foreign to you.]

And, uh, what is that?

[Love.]

What is keeping your father
and your brother, Tiny Tim?

[child giggles]

Why bless you heart, my dear,
how late you are.

And how did Tiny Tim behave?

As good as gold and better.

He told me coming home that
he hoped the people saw him

in church because
he was a cr*pple.

And it might be pleasant to let
them remember upon Christmas Day

who made lame beggars
walk and blind men see.

Hurry children.
Our dinner is ready.

♪ ♪ Will we have a dinner
and some razzleberry dressing? ♪ ♪

♪ Oh, razzleberry dressing would be nice. ♪

♪ ♪ Will we have a pudding
made of liver while we're guessing? ♪ ♪

♪ Or maybe razzleberry dressing twice. ♪

♪ ♪ We haven't had a hen, since
I can't tell you when. ♪ ♪

♪ ♪ We'd love a hen again ♪ ♪

♪ With razzleberry dressing. ♪

♪ ♪ We've been so awful good, ♪ ♪

♪ From me down to the baby. ♪

♪ ♪ And we're not made of wood. ♪ ♪

♪ Or razzleberry gravy ♪

♪ We'll have the Lord's bright blessing ♪

♪ and knowing we're together, ♪

♪ Knowing we're together heart and hand. ♪

♪ We'll make the
whitest Christmas. ♪

♪ The very brightest Christmas. ♪

♪ A Christmas far more glorious than grand. ♪

♪ We can't afford to have a hen.
We will someday I vow, ♪

♪ so I suggest you dream of then ♪

♪ and prize what we have now. ♪

♪♪ Could we have a Christmas tree
and on each branch a pudding. ♪♪

♪♪ The woofle jelly cake
would be so nice. ♪♪

♪♪ Could we have a stocking
full of presents on it, could we? ♪♪

♪♪ Some woofle jelly cake perhaps a slice. ♪♪

♪♪ And on the tree a star.
Of shining Christmas gold. ♪♪

♪♪ A candle in a jar ♪♪

♪ of razzleberry dressing. ♪

♪ We can't afford a
Christmas tree. ♪

♪ We will someday I vow. ♪

♪ Start smiling and enjoy with me ♪

♪ the miracle of now. ♪

♪♪ We'll have the Lord's bright blessing.
And knowing we're together. ♪♪

♪♪ Knowing we're together heart and hand. ♪♪

♪♪ We'll have the whitest Christmas.
The very brightest Christmas. ♪♪

♪♪ A Christmas far more
glorious than grand. ♪♪

A very Merry Christmas
to us all, my dears.

God bless us.
[all] God bless us.

God bless us every one.

What's wrong with that boy?
The tiny one?

[I see vacant seat in the chimney corner
and a crutch, tenderly preserved.]

[If these shadows remain unaltered
by the future,... the child will die.]

What then? If he'd like to die,
he'd better do it

and decrease the surplus population.

[ Applause ]

[snoring]

[dong]

One o'clock!

Oh, ONE O'CLOCK!

Oh, it isn't possible.

It was past two
when I went to bed.

An icicle must have
gotten into the works.

Uh, yes, that's what...

[boom-boom]

Who and what are you?

[I am the ghost of Christmas past.]

Eh, long past?

[No, your past.]

Uh, what brought you here?

[Your welfare.]

Well, I'm much obliged.
A good night of unbroken rest.

I-is what I need.
I-If you're so concerned.

[Rise and walk with me.]

Oh, h*, humbug, f-forcing
a-a fellow to leave his bed.

In the middle of the night
and...

[Come.]

It's freezing cold!

Not a decent stitch of clothing
to warm these old bones.

But I am a mortal
and liable to fall.

[Touch my hand and
you shall be upheld.]

Why, why are we stopping here?

[Do you know this place?]

Good heavens. Why, I was a,
I was a boy here.

[Do you remember the way?]

Remember it? I could
walk it blindfolded.

- [Man] Merry Christmas!
- [Man] Hello, there!

[Woman] Merry Christmas, Peter.

[Man] Merry Christmas, Jill.

A Merry Christmas, Mayfield.

A Merry Christmas,
Mrs. Doolittle.

[Come. These are but
shadows of things that have been.]

[They are not conscious of us.]

[Do you know this child?]

Eh, the, the, the child is, is
young Ebeneezer Scrooge!

You see he is left here,
all alone.

Nobody wants him. Poor lad.

♪ Oh, poor lonely child.
Poor lonely child. ♪

♪ When you're alone,
alone in the world. ♪

♪ When you're alone in the world. ♪

♪ Blown away leaves
get blown in the world. ♪

♪ Swirled away leaves
get swirled. ♪

♪ Listening to your heels
when you walk. ♪

♪ Making a lonely clack. ♪

♪ You don't know how it
feels when you talk, ♪

♪ And nobody's
voice talks back. ♪

♪ A hand for each hand
was planned for the world. ♪

♪ Why don't my fingers reach? ♪

♪ Millions of grains of
sand in the world. ♪

♪ Why such a lonely beach? ♪

♪ Where is a voice
to answer mine back? ♪

♪ Where are two shoes
that click to my clack? ♪

♪ I'm all alone in the world. ♪

♪ A hand for each hand was ♪
♪♪ planned for the world. ♪ ♪

♪ ♪ Why don't my fingers reach? ♪ ♪

♪ ♪ Millions of grains
of sand in the world. ♪ ♪

♪ ♪ Why such a lonely beach? ♪ ♪

[Magoo] ♪ Where is a voice
to answer mine back? ♪

[little Magoo] ♪ Where are two shoes
that click to my clack? ♪

♪ ♪ I'm all alone
in the world. ♪ ♪

[Come]

[Let us see another Christmas.]

[Do you know this place?]

I..yes... yes, I-I do!
I was apprentice here.

[Come.]

Why it's old Fezziwig, bless his heart.
It's old Fezziwig. And he's alive again.

Heh, heh, heh, heh. Yo-h*, there.
Ebeneezer, d*ck!

- Yes, Sir.
- Coming, Sir.

Oh, d*ck Wilkins, to be sure.
Bless me, yes.

He was very much
attached to me, was d*ck.

Yo-h*, my boys.
No more work tonight.

Christmas Eve, d*ck.
Christmas, Ebeneezer.

Heh, heh. Clear away my lads,
and let's have lots of room here.

Heh, heh.

[Swish, swish]

♪

Excellent.

Excellent!

♪♪

[happy voices]

♪♪

h*, he does love to dance.
Yo-h*, say, so look at him dance.

[lady laughing]

Belle!

[Belle giggles]

[giggles again]

Huh, b-b-but she won't
dance with them.

Hum, hum, hee, hee.

♪

Did you see? She chose me.
Beautiful little Belle.

Hee-hee, She chose me.

Spirit!... They're gone!

Spirit!... They're vanished.

[Not quite all.]

- Was there ever such a party?
- Was there ever such a Christmas?

- Was there ever such an employer?
- Never, never, never.

[A small matter to make these
silly folk so full of gratitude.]

Small? It is impossible
to count it up in money.

The happiness he gave us is-is quite
as great as if (hee-hee) it cost a fortune.

[My time grows short. Come.]

It matters little.
To you, very little.

Another idol has displaced me.

What idol has displaced you?

A golden one.

This is the way of the world.

There's nothing on which
it is so hard as-as poverty.

Nothing which it condemns
so much as the pursuit of wealth.

Oh, I have watched
the change in you.

I have seen your noble ideals
fall off one by one

until... nothing matters
to you but gold.

True!
I-I have grown so much wiser.

I am going to
release you, Ebeneezer.

Have I ever sought release?

In words, no.

In-In what then?

In the very things you worship.

Tell me truthfully.
If you were free,... now,

would you choose a girl
whose father left so little money?

Yes, Belle, yes.

Was it so long ago?
That sleigh ride,

the warm glow of happiness
when you asked me?

It was snowing.
But we didn't notice.

♪ Winter was warm
Summer soft that year. ♪

♪ The winter was warm. ♪

♪ Without a sign of frost. ♪

♪ Like winter lost
its way that year. ♪

♪ It seems as I recall

no blossoms fell that fall. ♪

♪ They didn't leave at all ♪

♪ Or did love paint an illusion. ♪

♪ Now trees with a sigh
stand and shiver. ♪

♪ While their dreams fall die. ♪

♪ And all my dreams are bare. ♪

♪ Wrapped up somewhere
in summer leaves. ♪

♪ Oh, what I'd give to be. ♪

♪ To be in love again this year. ♪

♪ The winter is cold. ♪

♪ Will it ever be warm ♪

♪ as it was ♪

♪ then? ♪

♪ Goodbye, Ebeneezer.

Belle, Belle, d-don't leave!

[sobbing] Belle, Belle.
Don't, don't leave.

Spirit, Spirit, show me no more.

[One shadow more.]

No no more, no, no, Spirit.
I don't wish to see it.

Spirit, I cannot bear
it any longer.

Uh, harm me no more.

- [Ha, ha, ha, ha...]
- Let me. Leave me. [Sobbing]

Spirit.

Am, am I in the presence
of the ghost of Christmas yet to come?

You are about to show me
shadows of things that will happen

in the time before us?

Is that so, Spirit?

Ghost of the future. I fear you
more than any specter I have seen.

Will you not speak to me?

Lead on, Spirit, lead on.

[thunder clap]

[laughter]

Well, James. A-Good morning, Brady.
Morning Billings.

No, I don't know much
about it either way.

I only know he's dead.

When did he die?

Last night, I believe.

What was the matter with him?

- I thought he'd never die.
- Heaven only knows.

What's he done with his money?

He hasn't left it to me.
That's all I know.

Well, it's likely to be a cheap funeral.
Upon my word, I don't know anybody

who'll go to it.

I don't mind going if a lunch is provided,
but I must be fed if I do. [Sniff]

[laughter]

[sniff, sneeze]

Spirit, what connection do
these people have with my future?

Of whom are they talking?

Jacob Marley's death
was in the past, and...

Where am I?

I-I'm always here at
this hour of the day.

Always.

[squeaks]

Ah, heh, heh, heh.

Huwaaa! The char woman,
the laundress and the undertaker.

What poor stiff have
you robbed, now?

Not so poor that I
shouldn't get a handsome price.

Have a look.

Bed curtains, huh?
You don't mean to say you took

'em down rings and all
with him lyin' there?

Hu-huh, heh, heh, heh.

Why not? Who should
care for the likes of him?

I got his boots
and cuff buttons.

All I got was his sheets.

[hearty laughter]

We're de-spic-able.

We're de-spic-able.

We're de- spic-able.

We're de-spic- able.

We're de-spic-able.

We make ourselves.

We make ourselves.

We make ourselves.

We make our selves.

We make ourselves.

Plain sick-a-ble.

Plain sick-a-ble.

Plain sick- a-ble.

Plain sick-a- ble.

Plain sick-a-ble.

Be-rate ourselves,
hate ourselves, viciously.

Be- rate ourselves,
hate ourselves, viciously.

Be-rate ourselves,
hate ourselves, viciously.

Be-rate our selves,
hate ourselves, viciously.

Be-rate ourselves,
hate ourselves, viciously.

Be-rate ourselves,
hate ourselves, viciously.

Be-rate ourselves,
hate ou rselves, viciously.

Be-rate ourselves,
hate ourselves , viciously.

Be-rate ourselves,
hate ourselves, viciou sly.

Be-rate ourselves,
hate ourselves, viciously.

Still none of us wishes he...
would change.

Still none of us wishes he...
would change.

Still none of us wishes he...
would change.

Still none of us wishes he...
would change.

Still none of us wishes he...
would change.

Still none of us wishes he...
would change.

Still none of us wishes he...
would change.

Still none of us wishes he...
woul d change.

Still none of us wishes he...
would change.

We're slick and shifty birds.

We're slick and shifty birds.

We're slick and shifty birds.

We're slick and shifty birds.

We're slick and shifty birds.

We're slick and shifty birds.

With fingers quick... as birds.

With fingers quick... as birds.

With fingers quick... as birds.

With fingers quick... as birds.

With fingers quick... as birds.

With fingers quick... as birds.

With fingers quick... as birds.

While stealing your
purse or your ticky-tock.

While stealing your
purse or your ticky-tock.

While stea ling your
purse or your ticky-tock.

While stealing your
purse or your ticky-tock.

While stealing your
purse or your ticky-tock.

While stealing your
purs e or your ticky-tock.

While stealing your
purse o r your ticky-tock.

While stealing your
purse or you r ticky-tock.

While stealing your
purse or your ticky -tock.

While stealing your
purse or your ticky-tock.

Just for a kick
we knock you flat.

Just for a kick
we knock you flat.

Just for a kick
we knock you flat.

Just for a kick
we knock you flat.

Just for a kick
we knock you flat.

Just for a kick
w e knock you flat.

Just for a kick
we knoc k you flat.

Just for a kick
we knock yo u flat.

Just for a kick
we knock you flat.

♪ ♪ La, La, La la la la la. ♪ ♪

♪ ♪ La, La, La la la la la. ♪ ♪

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♪ ♪ La, La, La la la la la. ♪ ♪

♪ ♪ La, La, La la la la la. ♪ ♪

♪ ♪ La, La, La la la la la. ♪ ♪

We're just blankety-blank-blank
no good.

We're just blankety-blank-blank
no good.

We're just blankety-blank-blank
no good.

We're just blankety- blank-blank
no good.

We're just blankety-blank- blank
no good.

We're just blankety-blank-blank
no good.

We're just blankety-blank-blank
n o good.

We're just blankety-blank-blank
no good .

We're not tea party blokes.

We're not tea party blokes.

We're not tea party blokes.

We're not tea party blokes.

We're not tea par ty blokes.

We're not tea party blokes.

We're not tea party blokes.

No chittty-chat and artichokes.

No chittty-chat and artichokes.

No chittty- chat and artichokes.

No chittty-chat and artichokes.

No chittty-chat and artichokes.

No chittty-chat and arti chokes.

No chittty-chat and artichokes.

We're twice as blood-thirsty
as canibules.

We're twice as blood-thirsty
as canibules.

We're twice as blood-thirsty
as canibules.

We're twice as blood-thirsty
as canibules.

We're twice as blood- thirsty
as canibules.

We're twice as blood-thir sty
as canibules.

We're twice as blood-thirsty
as canibules.

We're twice as blood-thirsty
a s canibules.

We're twice as blood-thirsty
as ca nibules.

We're twice as blood-thirsty
as cani bules.

We're twice as blood-thirsty
as canibules.

And wilder than animules...
are we.

And wilder than animules...
are we.

And wil der than animules...
are we.

And wilder than animules...
are we.

And wilder than animules...
are we.

And wilder than an imules...
are we.

And wilder than animules...
are we.

And wilder than animules...
ar e we.

And wilder than animules...
are we .

We're rep-re-hensible.

We're rep-re-hensible.

We're rep- re-hensible.

We're rep-re- hensible.

We're rep-re-hen sible.

We're rep-re-hensi ble.

We're rep-re-hensible.

We'll steal your pen
and pencible.

We'll steal your pen
and pencible.

We'll steal your pen
and pencible.

We'll steal your pen
and pencible.

We'll steal your pen
and pencible.

We'll steal your pen
an d pencible.

We'll steal your pen
and pe ncible.

We'll steal your pen
and penc ible.

We'll steal your pen
and pencible .

Then sneer at you, leer at you,
naughtily.

Then sneer at you, leer at you,
naughtily.

Then sneer at you, leer at you,
naughtily.

Then sneer at you, leer at you,
naughtily.

Then sneer at you, leer at you,
naughtily.

Then sneer at you, leer at you,
naughtily.

Then sneer at you, leer at you,
naughtily.

Then sneer at you, leer at you,
naughtily.

Then sneer at you, leer at you,
naughtily .

Then sneer at you, leer at you,
naughtily.

And really we ought to be
in jail.

And really we ought to be
in jail.

And real ly we ought to be
in jail.

And really we ought to be
in jail.

And really we ought to be
in jail.

And really we ought to be
in jail.

And really we ought to be
in jail.

And really we ought to be
in jail

And really we ought to be
i n jail.

And really we ought to be
in jail .

La, La, La la la la la.

La, La, La la la la la.

La, La, La la la la la.

La, La, La la la la la.

La, La, La la la la la.

La, La, La la la la la.

La, La, La la la la la

La, La, La la la la la.

La, La, La la la la la.

La, La, La la la la la.

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La, La, La la la la la.

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La, La, La la la la la.

La, La, La la la la la.

La, La, La la la la la.

La, La, La la la la la.

La, La, La la la la la.

We're just blankety-blank-blank
all bad.

We're just blankety-blank-blank
all bad.

We're just blankety-blank-blank
all bad.

We're just blankety -blank-blank
all bad.

We're just blankety-blank -blank
all bad.

We're just blankety-blank-blank
all bad.

We're just blankety-blank-blank
al l bad.

We're just blankety-blank-blank
all bad..

[cackling laughter]

I-I see, I see. The case of
that poor, unhappy man

might be my own.
My life tends that way now.

[cackling laughter]

Oh, please, kind Spirit,
let me see some tenderness

connected with the death.

Ah, sewing away my dear?

So late, Robert? [Door closes]

I... I had something
to see to on my way home.

You went... there again?

Yes.

I-It does my heart good
to see how green a place it is.

But you'll see it often.
I-I had promised you that

we would walk there on Sundays.

[child sobbing]

Hush, my dear, hush.

Tears cannot bring
Tiny Tim back to us.

Tiny Tim! h*-h*, no.
Oh, no, not Tiny Tim!

Sleep peacefully,...
my little love.

Spirit, could I not have done something,
so that Tiny Tim might still live?

Have I truly been so heartless?

Oh, Spirit, Spirit, show
me my future self.

[ominous drum beat]

[ominous drum beat]

Oh, what, what is this?

B-Be, before I look,
tell me please.

Are these the shadows
of the things that will be,

or are they shadows
of the things that MIGHT be?

[drum beat]

[thunder crash and rumble]

No! No!

No. No, Spirit. No.
I will honor Christmas in my heart

a-and try to keep it
all the year!

And-and I will not shut out
the lessons

that have been taught to me.
[sobbing] I promise.

Oh, tell me that I may sponge
away the writing on the stone.

Please, Spirit, please.
I beg of you.

Give me, give me some sign
that I may be saved from this.

Please, dear Spirit... oh, h*...

Spirit, Spirit, don't leave
me here alone. Oh, I'm afraid.

♪ You don't know
how it feels when you talk, ♪

♪ And nobody's voice talks back. ♪
[sobs]

♪ A hand for each hand
was planned for the world. ♪

♪ Why don't my fingers reach? ♪

♪ Millions of grains of
sand in the world. ♪

♪ Why such a lonely beach? ♪

♪ Where is a voice
to answer mine back? ♪

♪ Where are two shoes
that click to my clack. ♪

♪ I'm all alone in the world. ♪

[applause]

Oh, no, no. Please, Spirit, please.
Don't leave me here alone.

I'm afraid. Oh!

Oh, oh, who oh no um, my bed?

Oh, they are not torn down,
rings and all.

They are here.

And I am here.

The shadows of things that would
have been may be dispelled.

Oh, I know they will.

Oh, Jacob Marley, Heaven-in-the-
Christmas-Time be praised for this.

I say it on my knees, old Jacob.

Yessssss. I mean. Oh! Oh!

Oh, I don't know what to do.

Yeah, I'm as light as a feather.

I'm as happy as an angel,
and I am as merry as a school boy.

I'm as giddy as a drunken man.

Ha, ha, a Merry Christmas
to everybody.

Eh, ha, a happy New Year
to all the world.

I don't know how long
I have been among the spirits.

Yea, I don't know anything.

I am quite a baby.
Hello there! Hoop!

Hello! Hello, there!

[horse whinnies]

Ah, the same to you.

Oh, yes indeed.
A pleasant fellow.

Hello, there!
Hee, hee, hee, what's today?

Eh?

Ha, what's today,
my fine fellow?

Today? [Scratch, scratch]
Why, it's Christmas Day.

Whoop! Oh, it's Christmas Day,
and I haven't missed it.

The spirits have done it
all in one night.

Oh, do you hear? The spirits
have done it all in one night.

Ha, ha, ha.

Eh, tell me, do you know
the poultry shop in the next street

at the corner? Do you, my boy?

Well, I should hope I did?

An intelligent boy.
A remarkable boy.

Do you know whether they've sold that
prize turkey that was hanging up there?

- The big one.
- What, the one as big as me?

h*-h*, what a delightful boy.

It's a pleasure to talk to him.

Yes, yes, my buck.

Well, it's hanging there now.

It is? Well, go and buy it.

Whah-kur.

No, no. No, no, stay.

I am in earnest.
You go and buy it, and

tell 'em to bring it here.

Come back with them in less than
five minutes, my boy,

and I'll give you half a crown.
Hee, hee, hee.

A half a crown!

[Zoom]

h*, h*, h*. A fine boy.
A clever boy.

Hee, hee. I'll send it to Bob Cratchit.
He shan't know who sent it.

It's twice the size of Tiny Tim, Ha ha.

God heavens, they'll need to be paid.

[clattering]

Money, money.

♪ Ringle, ringle
coins when they mingle ♪

♪make such a... ♪
Hee, look at me.

Going outside like this
on Christmas morning.

Lock me up for a looney, they will,
I said, yes, ha, ha, ha.

Yes.

Oh, there now!
Oh, that's better, yes, ha, ha.

[ Opens door ]

Ahh, there you are.
h*, h*, h*. Hello, how are you?

Yes, Merry, Merry Christmas.
Well, [giggleing] yes,

Oh,oh,oh that is a turkey.

Why, it's impossible to carry
that to Camden Town.

My boy, you must have a cab.

Now, for the turkey, for the cab,
and for you, my boy,

an extra bonus for a brilliant lad.

Ah-ha, Now, off with you.

Take it to Bob Cratchit, at
Crovny Lane,

and, mind you,
don't say who sent it.

No, no, indeed.

It's a wonderful knocker.
I shall love it as long as I live.

♪ Ah-nahh-dee-heigh-h*... h*. ♪
Ah-ha, hello there. Merry Christmas.

A Merry Christmas to you.
Hello, there. Merry Christmas.

[Thump!]

Oh, so sorry, old man.
Clumsy of me.

Oh, not at all.
It's my fault entirely.

- Mr. Scrooge?
- Do I know you?

Eh, [ahem], we were
in your office last evening.

Oh, of course. How do you do?

A Merry Christmas to you, Sir.

Eh... you are, Mr. Scrooge?

Yes, I am.
Allow me to ask your pardon.

Here.

Bless me. My dear, Mr. Scrooge.

Are you serious?

Oh, if you please,
and not a farthing less.

I, I don't know what to say.

Say nothing, then.
No. Thank you. Much obliged.

A Merry Christmas, to you.
A Merry Christmas.

I'll give you Mr. Scrooge.
The founder of the feast.

The founder of the feast, indeed!
I wish I had him here!

I'd give him a piece
of my mind to feast upon!

Oh, my dear, Christmas Day.

Well, I'll drink his health for your
sake and the day's. Not for his.

Long life to him. A Merry Christmas
to him... and a happy New Year.

[children] Merry Christmas
to Mr. Scrooge.

Come now, it's Christmas.
Will we not do justice

to the this day
and to this delightful bird.

Ohhhhh. Ahhhhh.

[laughing] Oh, such a
beautiful bird.

The biggest turkey
I've ever seen!

Who could have sent it?

[knock on door]

Now, who could that be?

Father Christmas?

More likely some poor beggar
who smelled our turkey.

If it is. He shall have some.

Cratchit!

What are you doing at home
when you should be working?

But-but, Sir.
It's Christmas Day.

Now, I'll tell you what, my friend,

I am not going to stand for
this sort of thing any longer.

And therefore. And therefore...

I'm about to...
to raise your salary.

For wha... What's that?

A Merry Christmas, Bob.
A merrier Christmas, my good fellow,

than I have given you
for many a year.

Yes, that's what I'll do.
I'll raise your salary

and assist your,
your struggling family.

Oh, thank you, Sir.

Oh, h*, there, here we go.

♪ Ringle, ringle, coins when they jingle, ♪

♪ Make such a lovely sound. ♪

♪ Guineas and tuppence
and tuppence and bobs. ♪

♪ Give them away and
nobody can rob you. ♪

♪ Crowns and coppers. Little eye-poppers
were made to pass around. ♪

♪ Let's say a prayer
that the lord never misses ♪

♪ when he distributes his
blessings at Chris-a-mas. ♪

[laughing and singing]
♪ Ringle, ringle, coins when they jingle ♪

♪ make such a lovely sound~~. ♪
[laughing] Ha!

Ha, ha, ha... h*, h*,
You're a child again, Sir.

Ha, a toast!

[all] A toast!

A Merry Christmas.
And God bless all of you.

God bless us, everyone.

♪♪ Now, we have a Christmas tree
and on each branch a present. ♪♪

♪ Some woofle jelly cake,
perhaps, of twice. ♪

♪♪ And wood on the fireplace.
A home so warm and pleasant. ♪♪

♪ The woofle jelly cake is very nice. ♪
[gobble]

[Magoo] ♪ And on the tree a star
of shining Christmas gold. ♪

♪ A candle in a jar. ♪

♪ Of razzleberry dressing. ♪

♪♪ We'll have the Lord's bright blessing,
and knowing we're together. ♪♪

♪♪ Knowing we're together
heart and hand. ♪♪
[Magoo]- Ah ha

[Chorus]
♪♪ We'll make the whitest Christmas,
the lightest, brightest Christmas. ♪♪

♪♪ A Christmas far more glorious, ♪♪

♪♪ A Christmas far more glorious, ♪♪

♪♪ A Christmas far more glorious
than ♪♪

♪♪ Grand ♪♪

[applause]

[Crowd murmuring]
Haw, Thank you

Thank you ladies and gentlemen
What a marvelous ovation.

Turn around

O-Our director

Let's hear it for our director

[Director grunts in pain]

Ladies and gentlemen our director

[Sprong']

Oh no

[Bang]

[Bang Bang]

[Crash, Bam, Boink, Slam...]

Oh you listen to that applause

Oh Magoo, oh you've done it again

By George I've brought down the house!

Ah thank you, Merry Christmas everyone.

Subtitles By: MightyMike

The End