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It was a mighty gorgeous sunset.

It was truly a beautiful sight.

All the friendly small housetops of Whoville glowing bright in the changing light.

All the Whos who lived here in Whoville paused and smiled as the sun sank down...

...and the purple shadow of Mount Crumpit...

...crept across the farmlands beyond the town.

It was a mighty peaceful sunset...

...until old Josiah happened to sniff...

...and he whispered to his wife:

Mariah, will you also take a whiff?

And Josiah and Mariah double-sniffed.

And they said:

I wonder if...

NARRATOR: But they really didn't wonder.

They knew it was terribly true.

They knew that the sour-sweet wind was coming back...

...and what the sour-sweet wind would do.

Inside, children.

I suggest we stay indoors tonight

I suggest we lock ourselves in tight

Tonight, you know, won't go quite right

You can tell by the smell of the wind

It sounds like another one's coming

Another Grinch Night might commence

I wouldn't go out on a night like this

For a dollar and fifty cents

Always starts when that sour-sweet wind begins a-howling.

Sour-sweet wind across the tree stumps on the wrong side of Punker's Pond.

When that wind wakes up the Gree-Grumps from their sleep inside the tree stumps.

And all the Gree-Grumps start a-growling.

And that growling and that howling runkles and grunkles up the pond.

And that's why I'm suggesting

To all you ladies, kids and gents

I wouldn't go out on a night like this

For two dollars and fifty cents

Because when old Punker's Pond gets runkled-grunkled...

...by that howling and that growling...

...that always disturbs the Hacken Cracks, and the Hacken Cracks start a-yowling.

And the yowling of the Hacken Cracks...

...plus that runkling-grunkling, howling-growling...

...always irritates the Grinch.

And then, that Grinch starts in a-prowling.

So I suggest we stay indoors tonight

Our problems are immense

I wouldn't go out on Grinch Night

For six dollars and sixty cents

Hmm. It's a wonderful night for eyebrows.

Max?

Oh, where is he?

Max!

It's a wonderful night for eyebrows.

It's a wonderful night for teeth.

It's a wonderful night for Grinch Night.

Their troubles will now commence.

Oh, I wouldn't stay home on a night like this for sixty dollars and sixty cents.

Max.

Max, go bring the paraphernalia wagon.

While Max was obeying his master's command...

...in the cave on Mount Crumpit's bleak peak...

...the sweet-sour winds rustled over the land.

And in the home of Josiah and his good wife Mariah...

...they just stood there and no one could speak.

Until, finally, Ukaraiah said:

Grandpa Josiah?

And Grandpa Josiah said:

Yes, Ukaraiah?

And Ukaraiah said:

Grandpa, we've stood and we've stood...

...and stooding just stooding produces no good.

The least we could do is find out without doubt...

...whether or not the Grinch is coming out.

And so I suggest we don't stood here like sticks...

...call the Grinch Alarm Center.

Dial area code 519006.

JOSIAH: Excellent suggestion, Ukaraiah.

Area code 519006.

[BUSY TONE OVER PHONE]

Line's busy. Very busy.

Ah, here he is.

This is not a recording, this is me in person.

Your Grinch alarm warden, Sergeant Samuel S. McPherson.

It is my duty to inform you if conditions improve, or, if they worsen.

I have infiltrated his territory, keeping sharp eyes upon this shnook.

And I'm focusing my focusella to take still another look.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Conditions are worsened.

Hurry up, Max. I'm raring to go.

I'm gonna be the guest of honor

At the exclusive Grinch Night Ball

Gonna be the only dancer In the Whoville Town Hall

I might enter the ball quite small Or I might go in quite tall

But I assure you, nobody, but nobody Is gonna dance with me at all

When I enter front and center At the exclusive Grinch Night Ball

[GRINCH LAUGHS]

Ready.

Giddyap, Maxie.

Attention. Attention, all Whos. This is Sergeant McPherson.

And conditions, I'm afraid, are now worser than worsened.

How many times have I said and said?

How many times have I said in my head?

What am I doing here?

What am I the slave Of this grinchy old crock?

And I say how I wish I could turn back the clock

And have the fine future I had once before

And again be an innocent puppy Once more

In your puppy house beddy with sweet Auntie Woofy Wafoone...

...feeding you hominy grits with a big silver spoon?

MAX: What am I doing here?

Doesn't matter much how But my dear old Auntie Woofy

Wouldn't I fear Very much care for me now

Blaah!

As you can see by lights flashing on the Zindex--

The Zindheimer Disaster and Devastation Rate of Spread calculating index.

--I am recording the intensities and immensities...

...of the Grinch's current antisocial activitidies.

Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you, the Grinch is working up quite a score.

And unless I am misreading, I think...

...it's going to soar up even more.

You know something, Grandpa Josiah?

Do I know what, Ukaraiah?

You know, sir, this looks a lot better without my glasses.

You put your glasses back on and face the facts, Ukaraiah.

: As the Grinch creeps ever closer

To your little front yard gates

He's engaged in grinchy practices That every Who abominates

He defoliates, depreciates Deflating all the things he hates

And frequently expectorates

Oh, oh, the acts he activates

- He castigates He blastigates

And while all of Whoville sits and waits

The fates that it anticipates

His wagon wheel obliterates and decimates And flattenates 10,000 little flowers

I missed one.

[WHEEL CREAKING]

Got it.

You know something, Grandpa Josiah?

Shh, shh! Ukaraiah.

Oh, my gosh, look what he's doing now.

He's hunting down the Wuzzy WooZoo.

The WooZoo, at least, should have immunity.

He's the only one left in our community.

[GRINCH YELLS]

Ow, ow, ow!

Goldarn brickle bush.

I got brickles in my britches.

Phew!

That was a mighty tight pinch...

...but the Wuzzy WooZoo has eluded the Grinch.

He's safe inside a brickle bush.

You know something, Grandpa Josiah?

Do I know what, Ukaraiah?

I gotta go to the euphemism.

The euphemism?

No one goes to the euphemism on a night like this.

But I gotta.

Ukaraiah, don't be long.

I suggest we stay indoors tonight

Our problems are immense

I wouldn't go out on a night like this For $66,600,000 and an extra 66 cents

Ukaraiah?

Where are you, Ukaraiah?

He is wandering in the wind

While the Hacken Cracks are yowling

And the Gree-Grumps are a-growling

He is wandering up Mount Crumpit

In the sour-sweet Grinch Night wind

Ukaraiah? Ukaraiah?

Oh, come home, Ukaraiah.

No one comes home through the wind

No one comes home Through the growling

He is lost amongst the yowling

Lost forever in the darkness

Of the sour-sweet Grinch Night wind

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

Darn these brickles anyway. I'll be sore for a month.

Where--? Where is that euphemism?

- Shh, shh, shh! - Huh?

- Oh, a WooZoo. - Shh, shh, shh!

Oh, a doggy.

Nice doggy.

Poor lost doggy.

I'm gonna take you home with me.

- If I ever find it again. - Shh, shh, shh!

Bricklize me, will they? I'll bricklize the entire township. I'll--

Who are you?

Ukaraiah Who, sir.

You're a rather small Who, aren't you?

Well, I do the best I can, sir.

Are you really the Grinch?

Am I the Grinch?

Sorry, sir. I have a slight astigmatism.

And optical condition in which parallel rays of light from an external source...

...converge or diverge unequally in different meridians.

You know, sir, I like you much better with my glasses off.

You put your glasses back on and face the facts.

Am I the Grinch? Ha!

I'll show him.

[SINGING GIBBERISH]

Am I the Grinch?

Out of my way, small Who.

I've got bigger things to do than to waste my time with you on Grinch Night.

Achtung!

Giddyap, Maxie. Next stop: Whoville.

NARRATOR: So with the sweet-sour wind still a-howling...

...now the Grinch was really prowling...

...and Ukaraiah watched him go a-clunkering, skunkering, skunkapunkering...

...toward the helpless town below.

And he thought about Josiah, Mariah, Obadiah and Bethiah.

He had to save them somehow.

He would have to save the town.

He would simply, somehow have to stop that grinch from getting down.

And suddenly, Ukaraiah knew precisely what he had to do:

Stall for time.

And what does the rather small Who want this time?

Will you please scare me some more, sir?

I sort of like it.

Look, kid, I gave you the $2 treatment.

You're not worth a first-class grinching.

Am I the Grinch?

Ukaraiah! Ukaraiah!

Where are you?

[WHEELS CREAKING]

Okay, you asked for it.

Quit fumbling with your glasses.

Put those glasses on and get up here.

Yes, sir.

Come on.

Closer, Ukaraiah.

That's a nice little Who.

Now closer.

Closer, closer.

And Ukaraiah, with a courage he had never known till then...

...Ukaraiah Who, with a courage beyond the courage of most men...

...with the sour-sweet wind a-howling, stood before the gruesome Grinch and said:

Do your worst. Bring on your spooks. Shoot the works. I will not flinch.

Oh?

Ukaraiah, Ukaraiah

This is it, this is it

Grinch is gonna get you Grinch is gonna get you

Ukaraiah, Ukaraiah

Grinch is gonna get you Grinch is gonna get you

Take a little walk.

No, I wouldn't step here

And I wouldn't step there

I would only step 'round With the greatest of care

And it's hopeless to try To escape through the air

It is prime time for spooks We are every which where

No, you can't turn your back

And you can't turn your face

We're the fearsome members Of the unhuman race

We're a grizzily, gruzzily nasty disgrace

Yes, it's prime time for spooks We're all over the place

Enjoying yourself?

Take a spook's tour.

Hmm.

- You know something, Mr. Grinch? - What?

Well, sir, as I knew it would, sir.

The sour-sweet wind is dying down. No wind ever blows forever.

So what?

Well, sir, according to all available statistics...

...when the sour-sweet wind stops howling...

...that always stops the Gree-Grump's growling.

Yeah, I know, I know.

When the Gree-Grumps stop growling...

...Punker's Pond stops runkling-grunkling.

And when Punker's Pond stops runkling-grunkling...

...that always stops the Hacken Cracks from yowling.

And when the Hacken Cracks stop yowling, you know what that stops.

That always stops the Grinch from prowling.

Hmm.

Well, I'll be grinched.

Come on, Max.

Come on, Max. Turn this wagon around.

Attention. Attention, all Whos.

This is Sergeant McPherson reporting to you once more in person.

And I can report that I never had thort, that I'd ever report...

...heh, a report of this sort.

I'm sure gonna miss that Grinch Night Ball...

...but that wind will be coming back someday.

I'll be coming back someday.

Look, Mariah, there's Ukaraiah.

What an unusual way to come back from the euphemism.

The nasty old Sour-sweet wind has blown away

All the Gree-Grump growlings Growled itself away

Gone is the Grinch Up the mountain far away

Hey, gone is the Grinch That Grinch has gone away

Sing halle-hallelujah Wind has blown away

Sing halle-hallelujah, sing

Up the mountain far away

Sing halle-hallelujah Grinch has gone away