Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I like living the life of pleasure

- I'd rather hoped I'd end up in heaven. - Did you indeed?

BOYS [SINGING]: Hark the herald angels sing

And strong too. I used to carry sacks around all day.

- All of them? - Yes.

[ALL SINGING] I like songs, I like dance

December the 25th, my dears December the 25th

Nobody else wanted to.

I don't suppose it very much matters.

Will say a Christmas prayer

I make life a perpetual spree

[RINGING AND CHIMING STOPS]

I beg your pardon, sir.

Here we are, my dear Ebenezer.

For what our friend Has done for us today

so I might as well like them all.

and I will give you a hundred guineas for your most worthy cause.

Marley. Marley.

Thank you, sir.

As I said to the Lord Mayor,

On your bed you'll see There's a gift from Father Christmas

Be here all the earlier the next morning

Well, I don't wish to be impertinent, Mr. Scrooge,

MOTHER: Merry Christmas, sir. A penny for the baby, sir.

MRS. CRATCHIT: I've known him walk with Tiny Tim on his shoulder

[BOYS LAUGHING]

And if I had a flag I'd hang me flag out

that will happen in the time before?

But since I left my bugle at home I'll simply have to say

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Oh, Uncle Ebenezer, thank you.

And God knows they cost more than they are worth.

The first in 2010, the second in 2014.

Mankind should be our business, Ebenezer.

[FEZZIWIG LAUGHS]

What is that to be deserving of so much praise?

they had to take on extra devils at the foundry to finish it.

- Hear, hear. - Thank you, Bob Cratchit.

[SCROOGE LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY]

Lucifer turned the heat off. He thought it might make you drowsy.

I like pouring the wine and why not?

Christmas lunch is sharp at 3. May we expect you?

That's the nicest thing That anyone's ever done for me

And flatterers and fools

A singular honor.

Then let me leave it alone, sir.

Pity poor me, one of the fools

[CLOCK CHIMING]

Thank you very, very, very, much

A plague on Father Christmas.

What a game for a vandal to play On Christmas day

And I've got 15 shillings in my pocket.

Uh, sir, at this festive season of the year, sir,

GHOST: Welcome, Scrooge.

Now come on, clear everything away before a man can say Jack Robinson.

Fifteen shillings a week. A wife and five children.

[ALL SINGING] And if I had a drum I'd have to bang it

Now, drink this.

But there's a date we celebrate

but, uh, would it be too much trouble for me to have my, uh, wages, sir?

At this time of the year people can't afford to pay.

It is not convenient.

You could have said neglectful, nervous, nauseating.

Getting yourself all upset over nothing.

What a remarkable boy. An intelligent boy.

He's the greatest man In the whole wide world

SCROOGE: Do so then.

and yet, there is nothing it condemns with such severity

in gratitude for your infinite kindness in giving me another two weeks to pay.

There were some boys singing a Christmas carol

This is where I'm supposed to be in the middle of the night.

Finding yourself a year older… And not a penny richer.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Calculating swindlers Prevaricating frauds

I can't see, I can't...

I have been forced to support

Today sir? Why it's Barn's birthday!

He's the rottenest man In the universe

Oh, how could there be