Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, l don't know that our drinking to him will do him much good.

and as good a man as the good old city ever knew.

Oh yes, Sir, all very eager.

l'll drink his health for your sake and the days, ... not for his.

And to tiny Tim, who lived and got well again,

Because it is at Christmas time, that want is most keenly felt.

We've all got to die, Cratchit.

For you, perhaps, but not for me.

You come along as well, Martha.

l'm in earnest.

And you are going to show me shadows of things that have

Well l - l think l know what Mr. Fezziwig means though, Sir.

...when l'm rich enough. - Oh, it's a beautiful ring!

lf you had never made that promise, tell me...

Hello, Joe. Huh.

lt's twice the size of tiny Tim!

Uh yes, yes, my boy?

We're all well matched.

BUT MR SCROOGE IT's Christmas

His truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

There was a fair maid dwelling;

For our dearest mother's sake.

We are wrong. - What?

All of it, Mr. Rosebed.

A Christmas present?

Hello there! Hello you! You boy! You!

Not coming? Not coming on Christmas day?

Are these the shadows of things that must be?

No hard feelings, eh? Starting with a clean slate?

I was making rather merry yesterday, sir.

Then why are you leaving so early?

lt's the biggest goose you ever did see.

Bob's your uncle! Ha ha

But Mr. Scrooge, Mrs. Ogden hasn't sent the bingo numbers

Master Peter, now grown to full estate and dignity as son of the house,

You're not feeling too tired are you, dear?

That's a poor excuse for picking a man's pocket every 25th of December.

l don't mind going,... if the lunch were provided.

l won't look! - You shall.

Nobody else ever cared for me. Nobody else ever will.

l am in the presence of the Spirit of Christmas yet to come.

While... - Huh??

Huh, Doh-Doh's. - Yes, l dare say we are.

Look! There's my old school.

YA! ! You'll be quite the independent gentleman now, Peter!

Oh, dear brother, what nonsense! Everyone loves you very much.

And it was always said that he knew how to keep Christmas well,

And the little lame boy. Which one is he?

And yet, what does this party cost him in your mortal money?