Subtitle The Muppet Christmas Carol Review

Scrooge had no better answer than "Bah!" followed by "Humbug!"

That night, as Scrooge sat in his lonely chambers, eating his gruel by the dying embers of a meager fire, a sound like the rattling of chains echoed through the house. The door flew open, and there, standing in the doorway, were the ghosts of his former partners, Jacob and Robert Marley. They were draped in heavy chains, forged from cashboxes, keys, padlocks, ledgers, deeds, and heavy purses wrought in steel. subtitle The Muppet Christmas Carol

"Mr. Scrooge, sir," Bob ventured, his voice trembling like a leaf in a gale. "It’s Christmas Eve. Might I… might I have a bit more coal for the fire?" Scrooge had no better answer than "Bah

Fred left, undeterred, and Scrooge returned to his accounts. But the night was young, and the spirits of the past were stirring. Might I… might I have a bit more coal for the fire

The door creaked open, and in bounced Fred, Scrooge’s nephew, a man whose smile could light up the gloomiest alley. "A Merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!" "Bah!" said Scrooge. "Humbug!"

"Come, then," returned the nephew gaily. "What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you to be morose? You’re rich enough."

Scrooge looked up from his ledger, his eyes two icy blue beads. "Coal? You want coal? To burn? To waste? Bah! Humbug! If you’re cold, wear a scarf. Or two. Or ten."