Original subtitles

♫ Fah who for-aze ♫ Dah who dor-aze

♫ Welcome Christmas, ♫ Bring your light

♫ Fah who for-aze ♫ Dah who dor-aze

♫ Welcome in the ♫ cold dark night

♫ Welcome Christmas ♫ Fah who rah-moose!

♫ Welcome Christmas ♫ Dah who dah-moose!

♫ Welcome Christmas ♫ While we stand

♫ Heart to heart ♫ And hand in hand

♫ Trim up the tree with Christmas stuff ♫ Like bingle balls, and whofoo fluff

♫ Trim up the tree with goowho gums ♫ and bizilbix and wums

♫ Trim every blessed window and ♫ trim every blessed door

♫ Hang up whoboohoo bricks

♫ Then run out and get some more

♫ Hang pantookas on the ceilings ♫ Pile pankunas on the floor

♫ Trim every blessed needle ♫ on the blessed Christmas tree

♫ Christmas comes tomorrow ♫ Trim you, trim me

♫ Trim up the tree with fuzzle fuzz ♫ and bliffer bloofs, and wuzzle wuzz

♫ Trim up your uncle and your aunt ♫ With yards of whofont

♫ - Flant ♫ - Trim up your uncle and your aunt ♫ With yards of whofont flant ♫

NARRATOR: Every Who down in Who-ville liked Christmas a lot.

But the Grinch...

...who lived just north of Who-ville, did not.

The Grinch hated Christmas, the whole Christmas season.

Now, please, don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.

It could be perhaps that his shoes were too tight.

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

But I think that the most likely reason of all...

...may have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

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

...he stood there on Christmas Eve hating the Whos.

Staring down from his cave with a sour Grinchy frown...

...at the warm lighted windows below in their town.

For he knew every Who down in Who-ville beneath...

...was busy now hanging a holly Who-wreath.

And they're hanging their stockings.

He snarled with a sneer.

Tomorrow is Christmas. It's practically here.

Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming:

I must find some way to keep Christmas from coming.

Or tomorrow, I know, all those Who girls and boys...

...will wake bright and early, they'll rush for their toys.

And then-- Oh, the noise. Oh, the noise. Noise, noise, noise.

There's one thing I hate. All the noise. Noise, noise, noise.

And they'll shriek squeaks and squeals, racing round on their wheels.

They'll dance with Jing-Tinglers tied onto their heels.

They'll blow their Floo-Floobers. They'll bang their Tah-Tinkers.

They'll blow their Who-Hoobers. They'll bang their Gah-Ginkers.

They'll beat their Trum-Tookers. They'll slam their Sloo-Slonkers.

They'll beat their Blum-Blookers. They'll wham their Who-Wonkers.

And they'll play noisy games like Zoo Zitta Ka Zay...

...a roller-skate type of lacrosse and croquet.

And then they'll make earsplitting noises deluxe...

...on their great big Electro Who-Cardio Shluxe.

Then the Whos, young and old, will sit down to a feast.

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

They'll feast on Who-pudding and rare Who-roast-beast.

Oh, roast beast is a feast I can't stand in the least.

And then they'll do something I hate most of all.

Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small...

...will stand close together with Christmas bells ringing.

They'll stand hand in hand, and those Whos will start singing.

♫ Fah who for-aze ♫ Dah who dor-aze

♫ Welcome Christmas, ♫ Come this way

♫ Fah who for-aze ♫ Dah who dor-aze

♫ Welcome Christmas, ♫ Christmas Day.

♫ Welcome, Welcome ♫ Fah who rah-moose

♫ Welcome, Welcome ♫ Dah who dah-moose

♫ Christmas day is in our grasp

♫ So long as we have hands to clasp

♫ Fah who for-aze ♫ Dah who for-aze... ♫

And they'll sing, and they'll sing.

And they'll sing. Sing, sing, sing.

NARRATOR: And the more the Grinch thought of this Who-Christmas sing...

...the more the Grinch thought:

I must stop this whole thing.

Why, for 53 years, I've put up with it now.

I must stop Christmas from coming.

But how?

Then he got an idea. An awful idea.

The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea.

GRINCH: I know just what to do.

The Grinch laughed in his throat.

GRINCH: I'll make a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat.

Then he chuckled and clucked:

GRINCH: What a great Grinchy trick.

With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Nick.

♫ You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch

♫ You really are a heel

♫ You're as cuddly as a cactus ♫ You're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch

You're a bad banana with a...

♫ ...Greasy black peel ♫

♫ You're a monster, Mr. Grinch

♫ Your heart's an empty hole

♫ Your brain is full of spiders ♫ You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch

I wouldn't touch you with a...

♫ ...Thirty nine and a half foot pole ♫

All I need is a reindeer.

The Grinch looked around.

But since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.

Did that stop the Grinch? Ha. The Grinch simply said:

GRINCH: If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead.

So he took his dog, Max, and he took some black thread...

...and he tied a big horn on the top of his head.

Then he loaded some bags and some old empty sacks...

...on a ramshackle sleigh, and he whistled for Max.

[WHISTLES]

Then the Grinch said: GRINCH: Giddap.

And the sleigh started down...

...toward the homes where the Whos lay a-snooze in their town.

All their windows were dark. No one knew he was there.

All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care...

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

This is stop number one.

The old Grinchy Claus hissed as he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.

Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.

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

He got stuck only once, for a minute or two.

Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue...

...where the little Who stockings hung all in a row.

These stockings--

He Grinched.

--are the first things to go.

Then he slithered and slunk with a smile most unpleasant...

...around the whole room and he took every present.

Pop guns, pampoonas, pantookas and drums...

...checkerboards, bizzel-binks, popcorn and plums.

Then he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly...

...stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimbly.

[WHISTLES]

♫ You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch

♫ You have termites in your smile

♫ You have all the tender sweetness ♫ of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch

Given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the a...

♫ ...Seasick crocodile ♫

♫ You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch

♫ You're the king of sinful sots

♫ Your hearts a dead tomato splotched ♫ with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch

You’re a 3 decker sauerkraut and toad stool sandwich...

♫ ...with arsenic sauce ♫

Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Whos' feast.

He took the Who-pudding. He took the roast beast.

He cleaned out the icebox as quick as a flash.

Why, that Grinch even took the last can of Who Hash.

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

GRINCH: Now-- - Grinned the Grinch.

GRINCH: -- I will stuff up the tree.

As the Grinch took the tree, as he started to shove...

...he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.

He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who...

...little Cindy-Lou Who, who was no more than 2.

She stared at the Grinch and said:

Santy Claus, why?

Why are you taking our Christmas tree? Why?

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 tot--

The fake Santy Claus lied.

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

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

I'll fix it up there, then l'll bring it back here.

And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head.

And he got her a drink, and he sent her to bed.

And when Cindy-Lou Who was in bed with her cup...

...he crupt to the chimney and stuffed the tree up.

Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar.

And the last thing he took was the log for their fire.

On their walls, he left nothing but hooks and some wire.

And the one speck of food that he left in the house...

...was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.

Then he did the same thing to the other Whos' houses...

...leaving crumbs much too small for the other Whos' mouses.

♫ You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch

♫ With a nauseous supernaus

♫ You’re a crooked jerky jockey and, ♫ you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch

Your soul is an appalling dump heap.

Overflowing with the most disgraceful Assortment of rubbish imaginable

Mangled up,...

♫ ...in tangled up knots ♫

♫ You’re a foul one Mr. Grinch

♫ You’re a nasty wasty skunk

♫ Your heart is full of unwashed socks, ♫ Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch ♫

The 3 words that best describe you, are as follows, and I quote...

"Stink,

Stank,

Stunk!"

It was a quarter of dawn, all the Whos still abed...

...all the Whos still a-snooze...

...when he packed up his sled.

Packed it up with their presents, their ribbons, their wrappings...

...their snoof and their fuzzels, their tringlers and trappings.

Ten thousand feet up, up the side of Mount Crumpit...

...he rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it.

Pooh-pooh to the Whos.

NARRATOR: He was Grinch-ily humming.

They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming.

They're just waking up. I know just what they'll do.

Their mouths will hang open a minute or two.

Then the Whos down in Who-ville will all cry boohoo.

-That's a noise-- -Grinned the Grinch.

--that I simply must hear.

He paused. And the Grinch put a hand to his ear.

And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.

It started in low...

...then it started to grow.

[WHOS HUMMING]

♫ Fah who for-aze ♫ Dah who dor-aze

♫ Welcome Christmas, ♫ Come this way

♫ Fah who for-aze ♫ Dah who dor-aze

♫ Welcome Christmas, ♫ Christmas Day.

♫ Welcome, Welcome ♫ Fah who rah-moose

♫ Welcome, Welcome ♫ Dah who dah-moose

♫ Christmas day is in our grasp

♫ - So long as we have hands to clasp ♫ - But this... this sound wasn't sad.

Why... this sound sounded glad.

Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small...

...was singing without any presents at all.

He hadn't stopped Christmas from coming, it came.

Somehow or other, it came just the same.

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.

It came without packages, boxes or bags.

He puzzled and puzzed 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."

And what happened then? Well, in Who-ville they say...

...that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day.

And then the true meaning of Christmas came through.

And the Grinch found the strength of 10 Grinches plus two.

And now that his heart didn't feel quite so tight...

...he whizzed with his load through the bright morning light.

With a smile in his soul, he descended Mount Crumpit...

...cheerily blowing Who-Who on his trumpet.

He rode into Who-ville, he brought back their toys.

He brought back their floof to the Who girls and boys.

He brought back their snoof and their tringlers and fuzzels.

He brought back their pantookas, their dafflers and wuzzels.

He brought everything back, all the food for the feast.

And he... ...he himself, The Grinch...

...carved the roast beast.

Welcome Christmas, bring your cheer. Cheer to all Whos far and near.

Christmas day is in our grasp, so long as we have hands to clasp.

Christmas day will always be just as long as we have we.

Welcome Christmas while we stand, heart to heart and hand in hand.