Original subtitles

I can hear the sound now

of the singing and thrilling each December

The words, somewhat odd,

but still thrilling!

Come along, Cindy‐Lou!

That's way back in the past.

I was short in the tooth, to be frank, a bit simple.

That is the truth.

But my memory is as clear

as a star in the night time.

So come back with me now for the trip

of a lifetime.

Ohhh...

A hole in the mountain was once home to me.

You can guess who I lived with.

Starts with a G.

We lived up in a cave

and Who's live below in a village called Whoville.

Oh, there's some! Hello!

Hello!

Every Who down in Whoville

liked Christmas a lot!

Who likes Christmas?

Who's like Christmas!

I like Christmas!

Who's like Christmas a lot!

Except me!

Do you get the feeling they like Christmas?

Arf arf arf

I'm sorry, English.

Have you noticed?

The Who's they like Christmas a lot?

But the Grinch who lived

northward of Whoville did not.

Oh, sorry, I'm just looking for a snack.

So the Grinch lived up

there and the ice in the fog and I lived

there with him. I'm Max, his old dog

There I am, way back when. Young fur, soft brown eyes

if I looked any cuter, I'd win a big prize.

ruff, ruff, ruff

Hungry!

Doghouse!

Scratch me

I left home and I thought,

this is great, I'm so cool.

I don't care if I'm alone in the world can be cruel.

Teenage Max, the moody years

I'm not moving!

Leave me alone!

Truth to tell, I was sad.

Mangy coat, smelly feet, slept alone in a ditch.

Missed my mom.

Dreamt of meat.

It wasn't that bad.

Ooooh!

I groomed the young Max, a handsome young male

full of zing, oozing fizz with a lunatic tail.

How was I to know what was

about to happen to me, I'm special.

I'm talented, but when

it comes down to it, I'm basically a dog.

Fetch!

Oh...

And I found a new owner,

or rather he found me not the best or the sweetest.

Well, you'll soon see.

It's beginning to feel

a lot like Christmas.

What did you say?

It's a wonder I didn't just run away.

Has my hearing gone weird

or my head may be broken, but it seems to me, Max,

that you may have just spoken.

I just meant that I'm feeling a lot

less listless because it's beginning to feel

like.

Like what, Max?

Ignore me, sir.

It's a sickness.

I hate Christmas,

the whole frolic‐some season.

And I'm sure you must have a cast iron

good reason.

I despise Christmas Eve

and I loathe Christmas Day.

I pooh‐pooh them in every possible way.

I abhor Christmas trees and I scorn every wreath.

And I hate

all the who's down in Whoville beneath.

Especially you.

At home,

Look at you.

Stop grinning.

We're not here to enjoy ourselves.

I hate your couch.

Oh, oh, well.

We all have pet peeves, yours seems to be yule.

I'm sorry, sir, but you're wrong.

Yule is totally cool.

My shoes! My head's not right?

You're the one who brings bad sticks!

You can't even recognize your face in a mirror.

Heel.

I'm a dog, not a shrink, but if it were my call,

I'd say his heart was two sizes too small.

But whatever the reason, his head, heart, or shoes

the Grinch hated Christmas he hated to lose.

Who‐oo!

Who‐oo!

Mama Who?

Cindy‐Lou.

Can I meet the Grinch?

No, you can't.

But why not?

He's so mean you would flinch?

But he lives all alone.

Could I make him a gift?

Don't you think that'll get his glum spirit to lift?

I'm too busy to care.

He's a brute, Cindy‐Lou.

Just forget him.

There's still so much Who‐ha to do.

You're a kind little Who, Cindy.

Generous too.

You could give singing lessons for your brother,

‐ Boo Who. ‐ Yeah!

Oh, just ignore him, Boo Who.

Your grandpa is an old flake, but we love him

still dearly in spite of it.

Cake?

Have you met the Grinch, Papa?

Yes, once or twice.

What's he like?

No, no, no, no.

He's not very nice.

But why?

But why Mommy?

You must be used to it, you're old.

Yeah, oh, uh,

You're not nasty.

You saved me.

That means, just a stray.

No I needed a guard dog.

You were the cheapest way.

Any plans for tomorrow?

The Who girls and boys

will wake early and bright and stampede

for the toys like they share a half a brain.

I can see it all.

Wow.

Max, imagine with me.

Yeah! Doing it now.

Ohhhhh...

Oh!

Bang bang bang bang!

Why the noisies?

With the toysies?

Girls and boysies devoting themselves

to the mayhem and chaos

They should pay us!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ohhh!

Oh, no.

I say I hate it and you wonder why.

Why? Why? Why? Why?

Ohhhh!

Why can't they just go away?

All the noise, noise, noise, noise, noise.

Those two girls and boys get some interesting toys.

Bad dog.

Misjudged the mood.

Oh, and the Who's young

and old will all sit down for a feast

and they'll feast and they'll feast

then they'll sleep,

then they'll feast, then they'll feast,

feast, feast!.

Oh, what a treat.

What did you say?

What do they eat?

The Who feast on Who pudding and a rare

Who roast beast,

which is something

I cannot stand in the least.

They'll say, Oh,

please pass the pancakes and please pass the peas

and then have some of those things.

Then have some of these!

Yummy, yummy. yummy. .

Oh, and then they'll do

something I like least of all. Every Who down

in Whoville, the tall and the small

will stand close together as Christmas bells ring.

Save my poor Harry Grinch years is carols

They sing

I can't help it.

I love these Christmas descriptions.

Who cares?

I'm the top dog and they give me conniptions.

What is that?

All alone in that cave,

he must feel so sad. Just because he looks

different doesn't mean he's bad.

I do hope he likes it.

Well, how could he not?

His heart swells a bit.

He'll be down like a shot.

Kids!

Go on, read it.

Um,

Merry.

Yes.

Merry Christmas.

Oh! Merry Christmas, Friend.

No, it says Christmas fiend!

That's the end.

Don't get cross

Oh, yes, yes. How nice.

I'm so glad someone's made a big effort to mock me.

I'm mad.

Oh, I didn't think I could hate

Christmas time anymore.

Well, I do now, so watch as I settle the score.

The more thought that he gave

this alleged disrespect, the more vexed he became.

I want Christmas wrecked.

It's been fifty three

years, I put up with it now.

Time to stop Christmas from coming.

But how?

I know how, now.

Oh, please don't.

I cried.

I beg, I beg.

No Christmas for the Who's.

I'll take them down a peg.

All is not lost,

but stay calm, think this through

and come up with a plan for what do we do.

Have you heard more awesomely monstrous idea?

Off you scuttle. Enjoy window shopping.

We have windows already.

My head's popping.

Oh dear, relax! Be a cheer!

I've a list to consult.

Let's rewrap last year's gifts.

They won't notice. Resolved.

Grandpa!

No, you old cynic.

‐ I give up. ‐ Whatever.

Christmas shopping can be overwhelming dear

Overwhelming? Never.

Not a chance, can't be bothered.

Grandpa!

Well, let's just think

about it and forget shopping.

Attention shoppers. Special

in the next hour on

Whatchama Who's?

Guess who? That's not my name.

I'm no Who. I'd be lying.

I'm your local and friendly Grinch.

Shh I'm a spy.

I love Christmas shopping!

Grandpa!

That's not what we're saying.

I know, it's what I'm saying.

Can we go home now?

Last minute sale on thing‐ama‐dings.

Thing‐ama‐dings?

Thing‐ama‐dings!

Everything I need for my destiny plan.

Time to get out of here, Max, let's scram.

Stop, look, listen.

Do you see something nice you might like Cindy Lou?

Santa Claus knows by now what I want, but thank you.

That red rocking horse

there cost a leg and an arm.

Oh, we'll manage some old Who.

Let's sell grandpa! What's the harm?

That's a joke.

That's what I said.

We're done!

Get over here, Max,

useless pest, or I'll have your dumb hide!

I mean, come here little puppy.

Oh, please come by my side.

How do you do sir?

Do tell me, are you from these parts?

Let me see.

No, in fact, from afar off the charts.

Oh, so where are you from, sir?

And how long will you stay?

I'm, I'm from Houston, ma'am.

Who S of A. My last day.

Oh, how nice. Tourists

In Whoville. We get so few?

We wish you a big Whoville Hey!

How do you do?

Oh I'm gonna be sick.

Welcome! Who is your friend?

I don't do friends, I do me.

That's enough in the end.

Oh, Oh My doggy!

Yep. Get along.

Giddy up.

Oh, so soon? Why tomorrow we have

our Who's sing.

Oh, no.

And our big Christmas feast,

if you like, that sort of thing.

Oh, that sounds awful‐ly fun.

Yippy. Where do I sign?

I just might come on back and join in.

How divine.

Oh, look.

Little Who kidlets all over the place.

I hope Santa brings you

gifts till you're blue in the face.

Kids, say hi to the weird man.

Don't really!

I'm fine.

Well,

chat with y'all has been super fun, but alas,

I have dirty, great errands to run.

No, and please don't forget tomorrow's big

feast. We'll be serving traditional

Whoville roast beast.

Oh, yukky.

Excuse me?

Uh, We are all so lucky.

Oh.

Always get out on a song? Good idea.

See you later, Whoville.

So the Grinch hurried on. The Who's went their way,

The Who's never suspecting their danger that day,

and he turned his fake smile back into a frown,

When he stole those old

antlers on route out of town.

What's his devilish plan? Why the sewing machine?

Oh.

Whatever it was, it was bound to be mean

All the way up mount Crumpit, he laughed

in his throat

and back in the cave made a hat and a coat.

And he called me

Young Max, and with yards of red thread,

he secured those old antlers on top of my head.

Oh!

You cannot be serious.

Some respect, if you please,

who will take me for Santa Claus reindeer in these?

You're a dimwit.

Young Max. It's a great Grinchy trick.

Why would this coat and this hat?

I'll look just like Saint Nick.

If anyone stops us to ask, where are you going?

I'll say, I'm St. Nicholas

and I'm ho, ho, ho‐ing.

Who the heck will believe you?

You're not Santa Claus.

You hate Christmas.

Who children and pets who have paws.

Yes.

Yes, I do. I'm the Grinch.

That's what Grinches are for.

You said Grinches. Oh, no.

Does that mean there are more?

No, unique's what I am.

I was different at school.

I kept my social distance before it was cool.

But you can still be content.

Different isn't bad. We all count.

It's not too late.

Make some pals. Don't be sad.

It is too late!

We both saw that sign they created.

So I'm fiendish.

So be it.

I'm special.

I'm hated.

Oh, oh, does this make me look fat?

Get used to it.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

I'll be in Whoville all next week.

You're the best.

Yes.

I hated to watch the Grinch.

Oh, thank you so much.

Everyone at home. You're my people!

No flipping.

Try me in high def, I'm worth it.

I hated to watch The Grinch...

Oh, thank you, thank you.

Oh, stop, please stop.

Ignore what I said earlier.

Oh, I love your couch

Hey, hey!

This is my Emmy nomination, Stop!

Is he done?

Yeah,

I so hated to watch the Grinch swagger and strut.

What else could I do?

I'm just a young mutt.

So...

the Grinch hits me right up and piled empty old

sacks in a ramshackle sleigh for his reindeer

named Max.

And the Grinch said to get at it!

And the sleigh hurdled down for

the homes where the Who's are a snooze

in their town.

Feel the force Maximillon!

Say goodbye Christmas, children!

Whoa! Whoa!

Look below!

Santa Claus is coming to town! Ho! Ho! Ho!

So it wasn't quite

Christmas, but the night before.

When the Grinch cackled down

from his cave with a roar,

my poor back hurt like mad,

my young legs bellyaching

somewhere under my fur my young heart was breaking.

The village was serene

all the lights turned down low. Streets were all

empty, just drifting with snow.

The children of Whoville were dreaming of toys.

Other grown ups tried hard not to make any noise.

Shhh!

Let's wrap the kids presents.

Ride the the pigs and pheasants?

Shhh!

I'm not deaf.

I just prefer my own reality.

Do you feel it?

The snow is just billowing down.

But don't you dare

If we really must do this, let's fix up a winch.

If fat Santa can make it,

then so can the Grinch

Boy instead, here's a plan.

Let's go home.

Ho, Ho, Ho

Oh, just dropping in for a nice Christmas visit.

That's not something to apologize for, now is it?

Oh look

Tiny Who's stockings hung all in a row.

These dear little socks

will be the first things to go.

This is wrong, Mr. Grinch!

Oh, "This is wrong, Mr. Grinch"

No ifs, ands or maybes.

What we're doing here, Max

is taking candy from babies.

Ah, stuff it!

The Grinch slithered and slunk with a face most

unpleasant as he plotted his plot

to take every present.

Mister Grinch, you wouldn't do that.

Not the Who's feast.

Have you no shame?

Oh, not the little red rocking horse.

Oh, I hope I don't drop it.

Given the choice between the two of you.

I'll take the...

Oops.

Milk and cookies!

oh oh

Max, how dare you.

You'll wake up the neighbors.

Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing

with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable

garbage imaginable, mangled up in

You're a triple decker toadstool and

sauerkraut sandwich

Stuff up a tree!

I can hardly believe it!

Santy Clause! Hello!

Why are you taking our Christmas tree?

Ah, you know, uh....

Why are you taking our fireplace logs?

And why does your reindeer resemble a dog?

Oh, Prancer.

Yes, what a funny old tyke.

You see, some reindeer's

are reindeery and some quite dog like.

Well, my sweet little tot, I have nothing to hide.

There's a light on this

tree that won't light on one side.

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

I'll repair it up there

and then I'll bring it back here.

You're so kind.

I so am.

But return it by dawn.

But but of course.

Who are you,

my wee tiny frog spawn?

Cindy‐Lou Who.

Well, get you.

Listen here,

why are you up when the others are sleeping?

Are you spying Miss Who?

Could that be why you're creeping?

Come on, girlie, now tell me the minutes of flying.

I've got work to do, kid.

She's actually crying, oh,

please, little Who can't be as bad as all that?

This is me, Santa Claus.

You can tell by my hat

Max.

I mean, Prancer!

Come here on the double this Who thing of ours is

in some sort of trouble, I...

This is awkward.

I had such a bad dream and it gave me a fright.

Do you think you could stay here

just for the night?

I'm Santa Claus, my dear,

and it's Christmas Eve, all the things I must do.

Well, you wouldn't believe.

Of course, silly me.

You'll be bushed when the night ends and just

hurry back home to your family and friends.

Well, in fact, Santa tends to do Christmas solo.

Just my thing, no big deal.

Moving on, let it go.

Never alone with a mirror

Let's hear it for the single folk.

‐ I don't care. ‐ That's terrible, Santy.

That's foolish, that's wrong,

no matter where you may be, you always belong.

There was someone I heard who was also alone.

So I make them a gift.

Still don't care.

‐ They like it? ‐ I don't know.

I just wanted it to be nice.

Yes?

No, No! It's a ballad!

Those are tears.

Nah

Was it something I said?

No, just an old injury hit by a boomerang.

Oh, you're a darling.

Oh look.

What a strange thing to see,

I appear to have fixed all

the lights on this tree.

‐ Wooo! ‐ Shhh!

I'm fixed too, Santy. No more fears,

no more fright, I'll be thinking of you,

Mr. Claus. Through the night.

But you never did tell me, my Cindy‐Lou Who

What's that spooky old

nightmare that scarified you?

Well, I dreamt there was

someone with eyes like a frog.

Yes.

And he hated Christmas

And Whoville, and children and dogs.

Ah, shhh! Grrrr!

Sorry.

Hairball.

Go on.

And I dreamed he was

slinking along inch by inch and then who did I

see but our neighbor, old Grinch?

I see.

Well,

no doubt the old Grinch

thinks you're pitiful, too.

Which is why he prefers his seclusion

To you.

You know,

You run along now and sleep

tiny ant sized Who daughter.

Gah!!!

Aww, Santy.

Ok, ok

Now run along, get that cup of cold bile.

I mean water. Yeah.

Oh.

Woohoo!

Oh,

Max! Cease your blubbering or I'll get shouty.

Heel!

We still have all the rest

of their Christmas to steal.

Ready!

And when Cindy Lou went up

to bed with her cup, he snuck back

to the chimney and stuff the tree up.

He tore through the town

while I trotted behind and he smashed and he

grabbed every gift he could find

He ransacked the Who's homes,

He defooded their fridges. He wrote Grinchy type

words on the sidewalks and bridges,

Hashtag Grinch

On their walls,

He left nothing but hooks and some wire.

And the last thing he took

was the log for their fire.

And the one stuck a fool that he left in the house

was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse

Mouse!

Max!

And he did the same thing

to the other Who's houses, leaving crumbs much too

small for the other Who's mouses.

He would climb to the window

and then very nimbly sort

of wiggle and jiggle his way up the chimney.

The three words that best

describe you are as follows

and I quote

It was a quarter past dawn, when...

It was a quarter past dawn and the Who's still in bed

The Who's still a snooze

as he packed up his sled,

packed it up with their presents, their ribbons,

their wrappings, their tags, their tinsels,

all the trimmings, the trappings,

The Who's finally woke to a terrible site.

All the gifts and their

food had been snatched in the night.

All the presents have vanished

And so have the toys.

I slept like a hippo, did you hear a noise?

No, I slept like a mattress.

Oh, the food has left the house.

There's not even a crumb that would interest a mouse.

Our dear home looks like a tornado swept through it

So how did it happen and just who would do it?

I think I may know who.

And it's funny because...

Why, my dear Cindy Lou?

He looks like

Santy Claus.

Who?

And you must be so lonely.

No family, no friends,

not a present to open, no presents to send.

Well, my sweetheart.

Our thanks.

You've been very mature.

Till I find him and lose it.

And give him what for!

Hiyah!

The mad Grinch all this time

was out pecking his whip

his sleigh to the high mountain tip.

Ever onward beyond where he

roared to the night, way up higher than I do,

a frightening height.

Up three thousand feet

to the crest of Mount Crumpit.

He rode with his load to the tip top to dump it.

Pooh‐pooh to the Who's.

That's the tune I'll be humming

They're finding out now that no Christmas

is coming.

They're just waking up.

Max, put a part of your ear there's a noise

coming soon that we simply must hear.

Oh, the lame Who's will cry buckets.

That's just what they'll do.

Ready, Max. Get set.

Go for a Whovelle

Boo hoo

Come on

What's that?

Wait.

The sound isn't sad.

No, no. This sound sounds merry.

Oh, it must be a trick of the ears.

No, it is merry.

Merry!

You see, what I see?

Have my eyes gone insane?

I just don't understand

someone's pulling my chain every Who down

in Whoville, the tall and the small they're...

They're singing without any presents at all.

This is so good!

Christmas came!

Without ribbons, it came without tags.

It came without packages, boxes or bags.

Puzzle on that, Mr. Grinch!

And then puzzle some more.

You can puzzle till your puzzle gets sore!

Christmas came.

Without presents.

It's still Christmas Day.

Yes, sir.

It's still Christmas Day.

Maybe Christmas,

maybe doesn't come from a store.

Maybe Christmas perhaps...

Means a little bit more?

What is it this Christmas and what is a Who?

How can they be happy?

How can it be true?

Ah...

I'm cold.

Uh...

No.

That's right.

And you can keep that, Mr. Grinch

You keep that forever.

No, no...

Oh, it hurts, Max, it hurts.

Make it could stop, make it seize.

I feel...

Warmth for those at goodwill.

Peace.

Oh, boss. Don't fight it.

You're getting so near.

Thinking through,

do I feel close now because...

Am I a Who too?

Ruff!

What happened next?

Well, down in Whoville, they say

the Grinch is small heart grew three sizes that day.

Wow. That feels so much better.

Just don't make my butt any bigger.

Max, come here, boy.

Give me that belly.

I never realized before how lovely are.

I think we're forgetting

there's just one more thing.

I'm still Santa, you're Prancer.

We've presents to bring

quick hitch of that sleigh and tie up that sack.

We have two or three

minutes to bring the stuff back.

Yes, sir.

Now, here's the thing, nobody ever tells you when

you live with a Grinch.

At night, just before bed,

We're back, that was fast.

Hey, I never got my my snack.

Geez, it's late. It's time I retired.

Oh, honey, Who!

Of all my tales

I like this one the best, and how does it end?

Who's tell the viewers the rest?

Hey! Friends, Who‐mans,

countrymen, I wish you a Merry Ch...

I can't say it, let's go home.

You can do it, Mr. Grinch

Oh,

I wish you a merry Ch...

Chrrrr...

OK, don't rush me.

I wish you a merry...

Hi, Mr. Grinch!

Christmas.

Oh, I said it.

Merry Christmas.

Who's, one and all!

Oh, I brought back the tinsel and sparklers

and poppers and cymbals and scooters and massive

space hoppers. I've presents and wrappings

and trappings and toys, and I want to fill this

Christmas with noise, noise, noise.

Oh, look, I purchased a gift for your brother.

Boo Who

A pitch pipe so you can sing right in tune.

Thank you, Mr. Grinch.

Oh, and to get us all

in the Christmas mood, I've who‐hash and roast

beast and mountains of food

and

I have something special

for this friend, of course.

For my dear Cindy‐Lou Who

A fine red rocking horse.

Thank you, Mr. Grinch.

There's just one thing you've missed.

I've missed?

Oh, no no no. That can't be, I...

There's no more gifts on my list

No. the presents are great and we're so grateful too.

To to be honest, the only thing missing was you.

So I brought back the toys

and the food for the feast and I conquered my fears

and I carved the roast beast.

Ho!

Ha!

Who!

Ha!

That was fun, and since then,

we've had plenty more highs, all thanks

to my master one of the good guys.

Oh.

Oh, thanks for the snack.

Did you start the Jacuzzi?

Sure did Max. And good luck

trying to find a rhyme with Jacuzzi

Good night.