Starring Padragh Penwyn as Scrooge
Part 1 is here:
http://365project.org/summerfield/365-again/2014-12-22
Part 2 is here:
http://365project.org/summerfield/365-again/2014-12-23
Scrooge noticed the Gingerbread Man was gone, so if he was gone, how come he's still floating on air? What the...? Aaaargh!
Karplunk! (sorry, can't think of a better sound effect tee-hee!)
Scrooge landed on his butt just outside his door. It was a cold night and the snow had hardened to slippery ice and he had a hard time getting up. It took him awhile to get inside as of course he didn't have his key. He climbed up his window through the thick ivy vines and made it into his bedroom where a gorgeous pink Flamingo stood between him and the bed he so wanted to get back into.
"Aherm! May I inquire as to who the eff you are?"
"Don't be obnoxious, Scrooge," the Flamingo said. "You know very well who I am."
"Oh, pardon me, your highness. " Scrooge's sarcasm was so indelible the Flamingo had to whack him upside on the side of his head.
"I am the Ghost of Christmas Future, and I am here to..."
"Interrupt my sleep further?"
"Of course," the Flamingo said as it gave Scrooge a wedgie with its beak and flew out the window with old Scrooge on its back. "You're so annoyingly miserable. What did you have this morning for breakfast, a bowl of grumpy?"
"Bah, humbug!"
Their first stop was a forlorn cemetery and there was a casket about to be lowered down the ground, but the undertaker went for a smoke and his minion was reading text messages on his cellphone.
The Flamingo asked Scroogey if he wanted to see dead person's face, but Scrooge said, rather haughtily, he'd pass. Just then a couple of acne-laden teenagers came by on their bikes and jumped over the casket and knocked the cover askew. They laughed and swore at the casket but the minion didn't even look up from his cellphone. Scrooge thought that that was a tad rude!
Next, they made a stop at Fred's home where Fred was hosting his annual Christmas dancing and dinner drinks. Fred was in a sombre mood as he raised his glass: "To my dear old Uncle Scrooge, who never knew that he was loved despite his misery."
His wife and his friends smirked and egged him to lighten up, that Scrooge was a horrible person who deserved no love and respect and that he, Fred, should enjoy life now that he's a multi-millionaire. But Fred was beside himself, and he said money is not everything in the world, although his wife will henceforth own the latest Nikon DSLR and all the fancy lenses she wanted and a convertible Jaguar. Scrooge was deeply touched by his nephew's sentiments but his reaction was still "Bah, humbug!"
The Flamingo then flew him off to Bob Cratchitt's home, where the family sat around a wobbly dining table over a measly pauper's supper. Bob was crying while his wife nagged him to look for another job, now that Little Timmy's dead, and that he should stop being so loyal to that miserable and horrible Mr. Scrooge.
"Oh, the little boy died!" Scrooge exclaimed in disbelief.
"Yes," the Flamingo quietly said.
"That Mr. Scrooge killed Tim," said Mrs. Crachitt. "I'd be laughing when that old miser dies." Then she spat outside the window right where Scrooge stood.
"I'm so sorry," said Scrooge, as if she could hear him. "I'm really sorry."
Then the Flamingo flew Scrooge up over the snowed-over village where houses' windows flickered with Christmas lights and soft Christmas carols filled the air. Then they came upon a darkened mansion much like where the Addams family used to live. Inside they were greeted by hair-raising screams and moans that Scrooge had to cover his ears with his hands. Then he saw a large neon sign that flickered WELCOME TO HELL. Ooopsy!
A door opened and scorched souls were screaming as fire repeatedly licked them. The Flamingo nudged Scrooge to look and told him that this was one of his three options for eternal punishment. Scrooge frantically shook his head and told the Flamingo that he hated heat and never liked the beach.
"Okey-dokey," said the Flamingo as it opened a second door. The door revealed a humongous freezer, as far as the eyes can see. Condemned souls were stripped naked with heavily frosted chains draped around their necks. "No, no, no!" Scrooge screamed, "I hate the cold!!"
"Well," the Flamingo said, "you only have one option left." And he opened a third door. There was singing and Scrooge reluctantly peeked in. The condemned souls were immersed up to their chins in the most vile shit and they were singing and synchronically moving to the waves of the thick filth and shit so it wouldn't go in their mouths. Just then they heard blood-curdling screams: some newcomers were thrown into the shit room and the splash they made formed into a big wave and covered all the pitiful souls in more shit that made its way into their mouths (yaiks! ewww!), ears, eyes, nostrils. The stench was unbearably unbearable :-P
Scrooge trembled and cowered in fear. More so when they moved back to the forlorn cemetery and the Flamingo showed him a worn out gravemarker with his name on it - a forgotten, neglected piece of crap. Unwanted, unclaimed, unloved! Again, he screamed like a girl, asking the Flamingo that he had seen enough and he wanted to go back to his bed and be cosy with his blankie. He begged and grumbled and pleaded telling the Flamingo he was ready to change his ways.
The Flamingo said, "Okay! Bye-bye, Scroogey!" and off the Ghost of Christmas Future flew.
Which, once again, left Scrooge in the middle of nowhere and realized he was free-falling. He screamed and he screamed and he screamed. He landed near a sleeping horse which promptly kicked him so hard he actually landed and woke up in his bedroom. It was already Christmas morning.
conclusion here
http://365project.org/summerfield/365-again/2014-12-25 (sorry, it was a long story, you know!)
