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Inside a snowflake, like the one on your sleeve, there happened a story you must

see to believe.

Way up in the mountains, in the high range of pontoon,

Made the small town of Whoville, the home of the Who's.

Ask any Who, and they'll have this to say, there is no place like Whoville

around Christmas Day.

Every window was flocked, every lamppost was dressed, and the Whoville band

marched in their Christmassy best.

Arbor Day was fine, and Easter was pleasant, and every St. Fizzen's Day

a Fizz Pheasant. But every who knew, from their twelve toes to their snout,

loved Christmas the most, without a single who doubted.

We've got a snooze -o -phone for your brother, Drew, and a snooze -o -phone

your brother, Stu, a munkle for your uncle, a fan for your aunt, and a fan

for your cousin, Leon.

So we just need... Cindy?

Cindy Lou?

Oh, hello, Merry Christmas. Oh, hi, Lou.

Cindy Lou, honey?

Dad? Yeah?

Doesn't this seem like a bit much?

This is what Christmas is all about.

Can't you feel it?

Merry Christmas!

Thank you for coming!

Wait a second!

Don't forget your change!

Another minute for the Christmas!

And for the next five minutes only, 99 % off!

Yeah,

every who down in Whoville, like... Christmas a lot.

But the Grinch, who lived just north of Whoville, did not.

Hey, Satan lives up here in a big cave. And he only comes down when he's hungry

for the taste of... Hoopla! Oh, Drew!

it for me.

Serves them right, those mule -eyed, loving, sickly, sweet -nosed, sucking

-monger.

I really don't like them.

Mm -mm. No, I don't.

Max!

Get my cloak.

I've been much too tolerant of these humanized delinquents and their

victimless pranks.

So they want to get to know me, do they?

They want to spend a little quality time with the Grinch.

I guess I could use a little social interaction.

Oh, yeah, you bet.

Ho, ho, ho and scum.

Oh, my.

Someone has vandalized that vehicle.

You see, Max, the city is a dangerous place.

The Grinch hated Christmas, the whole Christmas season.

Not for the day.

Now, please, don't ask why.

No one quite knows the reason. Hey, kids, here's a present for you. Be sure

run real fast with it now. Come on, double time. Let's go. Move, move, move.

could be that his head wasn't screwed on just right. It could be, perhaps, that

his shoes were too tight.

But I think that the most likely reason of all... may have been that his heart

was two sizes too small.

Hey, stranger.

Won't let you go till you buy a chapeau.

The streets are filled with

Christmas cheer.

Boy, nothing beats Christmas, right?

I guess.

You guess?

Oh, it's just that I look around and...

Bob, doesn't it seem superfluous?

What happened to you?

It was to Grinch!

Grinch? What do you want? I mean... Grinch? Oh, no!

Did someone just say Grinch?

Hello, Mayor Mayhew, sir.

that this Christmas marks the 1 ,000th Hoobalation.

Whoville's most important celebration. And the Book of Who says very clearly,

every size of who we can measure knows that Hoobalation is a time we must

treasure. Now, please tell me that your boys were not up on Mount Crumpit

provoking the one creature within a billion kilometers of here who hates

Christmas.

No,

no, no, sir. The boys didn't see any Grinch.

I think they were just up on the mountain playing with matches or

public property.

Oh, well, that's really... All right, you heard the man. There's no

Grinch problem here.

I need this there by tomorrow.

But,

Dad, I just don't understand something.

Why won't anyone talk about the Grinch?

You kids and the Grinch.

You see, Sidney, the Grinch is a who -who.

Well, actually, not a who. He's more of a... A what?

Exactly, honey.

Doesn't like Christmas.

Take a look at his mailbox, sweetie.

Not a single Christmas card, in or out.

Ever.

But why?

No. Where's my mail? I got the wrong mail here.

No.

I got the wrong mail.

I'll be right there.

We've got a problem.

All right.

We'll straighten this out.

It'll take them years to sort this out.

This is his, now it's yours. And this is hers, now it is.

And for the rest of you... Jury duty, jury duty, jury duty.

Blackmail, pink slip, chain letter, eviction notice. Jury duty.

Do you mind helping me take this to the back room?

But be careful of the sorting machine, right?

The Grinch!

Well, that worked out fine.

Let's go.

Our work here is finished.

That is not a chew toy!

Stop it, Ransom! Get that out of my mouth!

I've no idea where it's been!

Bleeding hearts of the world!

Give me that.

Don't you know you're not supposed to take things that don't belong to you?

What's the matter with you? You some kind of wild animal?

Let's go.

Thanks for saving me.

Saving you?

Isn't that what you think I was doing?

Wrong -o.

I merely noticed that you were improperly packaged, my dear.

Hold still!

Max, pick out a bow!

Can I use your finger for a second?

Honey?

Cindy?

Yeah, it was amazing.

You've been practicing your Christmas wrapping. Honey, I am so proud of you.

Oh, well... Now that's holiday.

Sweet little Cindy didn't know what to do.

In her head, bum -tumbled a conflict or two.

If the Grinch was so bad, then why did he save me?

Maybe he wasn't so bad.

Come on, let's go home. Maybe he...

Just maybe.

No lights on in the house. Your mom must be shopping.

Oh, good. I'm so glad you're home.

Oh, I can feel it, Lou.

This is the year when everybody asks who has the most spectacular lights in all

of Greater Whoville.

They're going to cry out, Mrs. Betty Lou Who.

Isn't this the chandelier from the dining room?

It's all for the cause, dear.

be Mommy's little helper and unscrew the bulb there from the refrigerator,

because somehow I missed that one.

Go on.

Every year, Martha Mae Cuvier has the best life.

Well, not this year. This year, I'm going to beat that scrim.

a hundred years old.

Is my Sub -Zero Chilibrator running?

I suppose.

Well, then you better go catch it!

That's a good one.

That is rich.

Let's go home.

Please,

before beauty...

Thank you.

Come on, hurry up, slowpoke.

for itself by now.

Oh, got it.

Another load coming down.

What is that stench?

It's fantastic.

Max,

grab a bag.

We'll come back to the wreck.

Of course, when I say we, I mean you.

It's amazing what these hooves just throw away.

Sludge is another man's potpourri. I don't know. It's some kind of soup.

place like home.

First floor, factory rejects.

Those hoes are hard to frazzle, Max, but we did our worst, and that's all that

matters. At least I scared the bejeebles out of that little girl at the post

office. She'll be scarred for life if we're lucky.

Funny she didn't rat on us, though.

Must be afraid of reprisal.

Yes!

Down a size and a half!

And this time, I'll keep it on.

Get this stuff out! Get this stuff out!

There's no stick.

I'm smarter.

Any calls?

You have no messages.

Odd. Better check the outgoing.

Oh well.

That's more like it.

little girl. Are you here to read to us?

No.

I hear you know some things about the Grinch.

Cindy Lou had some questions in her curious heart.

Why did the Grinch hate Christmas? Where did it all start?

With her dad's blabbercorder, she wouldn't give an inch.

In your own words, please tell me everything you know about the Grinch.

Where did he come from?

Oh, well, he came the way all little babies come.

Calm nights, baby -who girls and tiny -who fellas drift from the

sky in their own tumbler cellars.

Hey, honey!

Our baby's here!

He looks just like your boss.

Oh, so that's how it works.

It was Christmas Eve, and a strange wind blew that night.

all holiday get -together.

It was morning

before anybody realized that he was out there.

Poor dear.

But you know what?

We knew right away that he was special.

Do you want a Christmas

cookie? Yes, which Christmas cookie would you like?

He was a wonderful... whatever he was.

And we raised him like any other whole child with a deep love of Christmas.

Don't forget, tomorrow's our big Christmas gift exchange.

Everyone bring a special gift for a special someone.

The... Grint?

Mm -hmm.

He had no sense of color coordination.

Although I hardly remember him, I didn't have time to socialize. I was far too

busy with my studies.

Now, class, is everyone almost finished?

And if the truth be told, he liked Martha.

Martha was my girlfriend.

I don't like discussing this grudge so very close to Christmas, but maybe if

hear the truth, you'll understand why. Put your back into it.

I tried to take him under my wing.

You don't have a chance with her. You're eight years old and you have a beard.

He had hair.

Not pleasant.

He shed.

Christmas is my favorite time of year. I just love the colors.

The red and the green.

Did I have a crush on the Grinch?

Well, of course not.

I didn't ask you that.

Oh, right.

For some reason, when he came home that day, he really got into the Christmas

spirit for the first time.

Christmas love love.

I want you all to look your best tomorrow.

You don't have a chance with her. You're eight years old and you have a beard.

Has everyone given their gifts?

Martha May.

Why do you have a bag on your head?

Probably because he's embarrassed by that idioter's gift.

Mr. Grinch, please take the bag off.

Yes, you take it off.

Put the book down.

And your foot.

I could hardly bear it.

I hate Christmas!

I hate it!

And that was the last time we ever saw him.

The very last time.

So,

whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes, he stood outside his cave, hating

the hooves.

Alphabetically.

I'd bark in, abacanesia who?

I... HATE YOU!

R .I .P.

Benson who?

I hate you.

Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate.

Double hate.

Loathe entirely.

It's their hoobalation.

He snarled with a sneer.

Tomorrow is Christmas.

It's practically here.

Fetch me my sedative!

How to take care of those pesky memories.

Dad? Yeah? I've been thinking about the hoobalation. Uh -huh. And I made you

something drastic.

That's fine, dear. Ask your mother.

Where'd she go?

Honey?

Honey? Hi.

Oh, look, I just found the cutest light for my Christmas...

for that who among us who best typifies the qualities of hoodum and hootery,

the Whoville Holiday Cheermeister.

Do I hear a

nomination?

Altruistic daughter you have there, Lou.

Thank you.

Cindy?

Let me quote a verse from the Book of Who.

Thank you.

Ah, the term Grinchy shall apply when Christmas spirit is in short supply.

I ask you, does that sound like our holiday cheer, my dear? True.

But the Book of Who says this, too. No matter how different a who may appear,

you will always be welcome with holiday cheer.

Well, yes, but the book also says the award cannot go

to the Grinch because sometimes things get the lead pipe cinch.

I've lost my plate, but it's in here. But the book does say

the cheermeister is the one who deserves a backslap or a toast.

And it goes to the soul at Christmas who needs it most.

And I believe that soul is the Grinch.

And if you're the Who's, I hope you are.

People want to waste a perfectly good nomination. Why, it's up to you. But I

telling you, the Grinch will never come down.

And when he doesn't, the mayor will wear the crown.

Well, more or less.

Christmas music.

It's joyful and triumphant.

Block! Drown them out!

Not working!

The whippoorwins whipped high above the who -town. A trip or a slip, you'd slide

all the way down.

But this girl had a mission. She knew what to do. She'd invite the Grinch

herself, that brave Cindy Lou.

Mr.

Grinch, my name is Cindy Lou. You see, even now the

terror is...

I'm not scared.

I

don't think

so.

I'm a psycho.

Danger! Danger!

Um,

maybe you need a time out.

Kids today.

So desensitized by movies and television.

Holiday who be whatty?

Chairmeister. Huh?

Chairmeister. Celebrate with friends.

That's a good one.

I know you hate Christmas.

But what if it's all just a misunderstanding?

Don't care. I mean, I myself am having some yuletide doubts.

But maybe if you can reunite with the who's and be a part of Christmas. Maybe

you can reunite with the who's and be a part of Christmas. Grow up!

Session is over. Please make another appointment with the receptionist on the

way out.

Please, please, you have to accept the award.

Award?

You never mentioned an award.

Yeah, with a trophy and everything.

And I won? You win!

That means there were losers.

I guess.

So if you come...

Was anyone emotionally shattered?

Come on, a minute ago I couldn't shut you off. Details, details.

Well, the mayor wasn't happy.

Oh, no.

More than me. We'll be there.

Oh, she will?

Mm -hmm.

And she'll see me, a winner.

She'll be on me like fliggle flies on a flat -faced flugelhorse.

Well, I'm sorry to... disappoint your mother, baby!

But the G -train has left the station!

The weekend?

Oh, all right.

I don't know if it's that adorable twinkle in your eye or that non

trick that reminds me of a younger, less hairy me, but you've convinced me.

Who knows?

This humiliation could change my entire outlook on life!

You can make snow angels later.

You can't be late for the hoobalation.

No, but those hoos inviting me down there on such short notice, even if I

to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it.

Four o 'clock, wallow in self -pity.

Four -thirty, stare into the abyss.

Five o 'clock, solve world hunger. Tell.

No one.

5 .30, jazzercise.

6 .30, dinner with me. I can't cancel that again.

7 o 'clock, wrestle with myself.

Loathing.

I'm booked.

Of course, if I want the loathing to nine, I could still be done in time to

in bed, stare at the ceiling, and slip slowly into madness.

But what would I wear?

It's not a dress. It's a kilt.

Sicko.

Stupid. Ugly.

Out of date.

This is ridiculous.

If I can't find something nice to wear, I'm not going.

That's it. I'm not going.

Well, it's time for our Holiday Peermeister of the Year Award!

Congratulations,

Mr. Grinch!

He isn't here.

What?

He didn't show.

Who could have predicted this?

All right.

I'll swing by for a minute. Allow them to envy me. Grab a handful of popcorn

shrimp and blow out of there.

But what if it's a cruel prank?

What if it's a cash bar?

How dare they?

All right, I'll go.

But I'll be fashionably late.

No, yes, no, yes.

Yes. Do it.

All right. I've made my decision.

I'm going. And that's that.

Ah. Had my fingers crossed.

A man for whom Christmas comes not once a year, but every minute of every day.

A handsome, noble man.

A man who's had his tonsils removed twice.

That's an interesting story.

You see, what happened was...

The child mentioned a check?

No, I didn't. All right, then, give me the award. Come on, while I'm young!

Don't you worry.

With the Holiday Cheermeister, you'll get your award.

But first...

This way.

As you judge the who, pudding cook -off.

Mine first.

I read it on power.

Oh, mine's better.

You enjoy this.

This is not pudding.

Christmas.

along with a lifetime supply of happiness, you'll also receive this.

It's a new car!

Generously provided by the taxpayers of Whoville!

What do you say, Martha?

Yeah, I got 20 seconds on the clock.

Quite dazzling.

Of course they are.

That's what it's all about, isn't it?

That's what it's always been about.

Gifts.

Gifts. Gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts.

You want to know what happens to your gifts?

They all come to me.

In your garbage.

You see what I'm saying?

In your garbage.

I could hang myself with all the bad Christmas neckties I found at the dump.

And the avarice.

The avarice never ends.

I want golf clubs. I want diamonds. I want a pony so I can ride it twice, get

bored, and tell it to make glue.

Look, I don't want to make waves, but this whole Christmas season is stupid,

stupid, stupid.

There is, however, one teeny tiny Christmas

tradition I find quite meaningful.

Misery.

Kiss it, Whoville!

I'm so disappointed.

Can we just...

Yes, the Grinch knew, tomorrow all the Who girls and boys would wake bright and

early and rush for their toys.

And then, oh, the Noors! Oh, the Noors! Noors! Noors! Noors!

They'll bag on tongue -tinglers.

They'll blow their fool -flounders.

They'll crash on jank -jinglers and bounce on boing -bounders.

Then Who's young and old would sit down to a feast, and they'll feast.

And they'll feast.

And they'll feast, feast, feast, feast.

There is there who pudding.

And rare who roast.

Beast.

There's something I just cannot stand, at least.

Oh, no.

the Grinch thought of what Christmas would bring, the more the Grinch thought

must stop this whole thing.

Are you having a holly jolly?

Crack what?

Then he got an idea.

An awful idea.

The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea.

I know just what to do.

The Grinch laughed in his throat.

And he made a quick Santa Claus hat and a coat.

And he chuckled and clucked at this great Grinchy chick.

With his coat and his hat, I'll look just like St. Nick.

You're a mean one, Mr.

Grinch.

You really are a heel.

You're as cuddly as a cat and as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch.

You're a bad banana with a greasy black beard.

Just taste the music, you're a monster.

Mr. Grinch, yes you are.

Your heart's an empty hole.

Your brain is full of spatters. You've got gallop in your soul, Mr.

Grinch.

A shoe, a shoe, a shoe, Bill.

You have termites in your smile.

You have all that hungry sweetness.

I was teasing!

comes out once a year and he never catches any flock for it.

Probably lives up there to avoid detection.

Oopsie.

Forgot about the reindeer.

Did that stop the old Grinch?

No.

The Grinch simply said, If I can't find a reindeer, I'll

make one instead.

So he

called his dog

Max, then he took some red thread and tied a big horn on top of his head.

Here's your motivation.

Your name is Rudolph.

You're a freak with a red nose and nobody likes you.

Then one day, Santa picks you and you say Christmas.

Now forget that.

We'll improvise. Just keep it kind of loosey -goosey.

You hate Christmas. You're going to steal it.

Saving Christmas is a lousy ending.

Way too commercial.

because it represents the glitter of commercialism. Why didn't I think of

Cut, print, check the gate. Moving on.

That is nuts!

On cracker! On cracker! On vomit and blitz!

I almost lost my cool there.

All their windows were dark.

Quiet snow filled the air. All the Who's were all dreaming.

Sweet dreams without care.

When he came to the first little house on the square.

Welcome to Whoville, Max!

Come

on,

Max. It's our first.

The old Grinchy Claws hissed, and he climbed to the roof with empty bags in

fist. He'd slide down the chimney, a rather tight pinch.

But if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch.

He's planning a double -twisting, interrupted forward -flying two -and -a

with a combo tuck -and -pike.

High degree of difficulty.

He got stuck only once.

For a moment or two.

Blasted water weight goes right to my hips.

Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace floor.

A little more stealth, please.

With the little old stockings all hung in a row.

These stockings, he grinned, are the first thing to go.

Okay, fellas.

Ciao, guys.

Then he slunk to the icebox.

Slunk?

He eyed the Who's feet.

He took the Who pudding.

He took the roast beast.

He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash. Why, that Grinch, he even

took their last can of Who hash.

Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.

And now, grinned the Grinch.

I'll stuff up the tree.

And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove when he heard a small

sound like the coo of a dove.

Excuse me.

The Grinch had been caught by this tiny hoo daughter who'd got out of bed for a

cup of cold water.

But you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick, he thought up a lie,

and he thought it up quick.

Why, my sweet little dog.

The fake Santa Claus lied.

There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side.

So I'm taking it home for my workshop, my dear.

I'll fix it up there.

And I'll bring it back here.

Santa, what's Christmas really about?

Vengeance!

Er, I mean... Presents.

I suppose.

I wasn't afraid of that.

And his fib fooled the child.

Then he patted her head, and he got her a drink, and he sent her to bed.

Santa?

What?

Don't forget the Grinch.

I know he's mean and hairy and smelly.

His hands might be cold and clammy.

But I think he's actually kind of sweet.

Sweet?

You don't think he's sweet?

Merry Christmas, Anna.

And when

Cindy Lou went

up with her cup... Nice kid.

Check your character.

He went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up.

And the last thing he took

was the log for their fire. On their walls he left nothing but some hooks and

some wire.

And the one speck of food that he'd left in the house was a crumb that was even

too small for a mouse.

Then he slithered and flunk with a smile most unpleasant around each who home

and he took every present

Clarence

sale everything must go

Huh?

Martha, have you ever kissed a man who lost his tonsils twice?

No.

Silly.

But it's an experience that I've always longed for. Kiss me, you fool.

Oh, come on!

Three thousand feet up, up the side of Mount Crumpet, he rode with his load to

the tip -top, the dump it.

We

did

it!

We did it! We did it!

That wasn't so bad.

What's it, Max?

They'll be waking up now.

And I know just what they'll do.

All those Who's down in Whoville will all cry.

an embarrassment.

I've been robbed.

I could have done this.

Tell you people one thing.

Invite the Grinch.

Destroy Christmas.

Invite the Grinch!

Destroy Christmas!

But did anyone listen to me? I did. No.

You choose to listen to a little not -to -be -taken -seriously

girl.

who hasn't even grown into her nose yet.

Cindy, I hope you're very proud of what you've done.

If she isn't, I am.

I'm glad he took our presents.

I'm glad.

He's glad.

You're glad. You're glad everything is gone.

You're glad that the Grinch virtually wrecked, no, no, no, no, not wrecked,

pulverized Christmas. Is that what I'm hearing from you, Lou?

You can't hurt Christmas, Mr. Mayor, because it isn't about the gift or the

contest or the fancy light.

That's what Cindy's been trying to tell everyone.

And me.

He's been trying to tell me. What is wrong with you?

This is a child.

She's my child.

And she happens to be right, by the way.

I don't need anything more for Christmas than this right here.

My family.

Merry Christmas, everybody!

Christmas, you hunk of burning who?

Oh, give

me a break.

I denoted my symphony of downright nasty, not niceness. The crescendo of my

odious office.

The wailing and the gnashing of teeth.

The bellowing of the bitterly bummed out.

It'll be like music to my ears.

Then the Grinch heard a sound, rising over the snow. It started in low, then

started to grow.

But the sound wasn't sad.

Why, this sounded merry.

But it was merry.

Very.

Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small, was singing without any

presence at all.

He hadn't stopped Christmas from coming.

It came.

Somehow or other, it came just the same.

Mr. Grinch!

And the Grinch, with his Grinch feet, ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and

puzzling. How could it be so?

It came without ribbons.

It came without tags.

We came with our packages, boxes or bags.

And he puzzled and puzzled till his puzzler was sore.

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before.

Maybe Christmas.

He thought.

Doesn't.

Come from a store.

Maybe Christmas.

Perhaps.

Means a little bit more.

Ha ha ha ha!

And what happened then?

Well, in Whoville they say that the Grinch's small heart grew three

sizes.

Hi, Mom.

Don't stay inside.

And I'm leaking.

One step at a time.

Oh, no. The sleigh. The peasants. They'll be destroyed.

And I care.

What is the deal?

Wait.

This can't happen. It shouldn't. It couldn't. It mustn't. It wouldn't.

Not now.

Not then, not ever again!

It does chores, right?

Hi, Mr. Grinch.

What are you doing up there?

I came to see you.

No one should be alone on Christmas.

Oh.

Red Eagle!

Ned!

The sun is bright and the powder's bitter.

Now, get over it. It's my turn to drive.

I better slow this buggy down.

We're going to crash.

Now, you listen to me, young lady.

Even if we're horribly mangled, there'll be no sad faces on Christmas.

I appreciate it.

officer. I did it.

I'm the Grinch that stole Christmas.

And I'm sorry.

Aren't you going to cut me?

Put me in a chokehold?

Blind me with pepper spray?

You heard him, officer. He admitted it.

I'd go with the pepper spray.

Yes, I heard him, all right.

He said, He was sorry.

Besides, looks like everything is all here and accounted for.

Help me out here, people.

Martha!

My heart belongs to someone else.

No.

Greasy? Stinky?

Do I have a zit?

he brought back the toys and the food for the feast, and he, he himself, the

Grinch, carved the roast beast.

Where are you, Christmas?

Why can't I find you? Why have you

gone away?

Where is the laughter you used to

bring me? Why can't I hear?

Does that mean Christmas?

If they call.

Tied with perfect bows And carols ringing in my ear Bundled

up against the coal Lines wherever gifts are sold

Each shop window Displays a Christmas scene For everybody

young and old