Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Go and redeem some younger, more promising creature, and
Why not? Because it's not good enough for you?
You'll want the whole day tomorrow I suppose
l have waited for this great moment,
Of course, they can!
And the other two aren't strangers, heh...
and abundance rejoices.
They're better now.
We're in high hopes he's getting better, Sir.
From now to eternity, we, two, are as one.
but in all the days of the year.
No, no, no, Mrs. Dilbur. lt's for a Christmas present.
Well, funeral won't cost much, that's certain.
This is the age of the machine and the factory and the vested interest.
we wish to be allowed the option of buying up further shares in the company.
Ebenezer.
lt's about Mr. Marley, he's dying, Sir.
Why?
Take heed, rise, and walk with me.
There shall no evil befall thee,
Look to see me... no more.
All you would get out of it is about eleven pounds odd.
it'll be because my heart has ceased to beat.
Just that l'd like to have a word with my own clerk, Bob Cratchit, just now.
My usual place is over there, under the clock.
l don't know. How can l promise?
because l personally haven't very much faith in these newlywed housekeepers.
And, l'm sure, there are no old bones here like mine.
A fig for the beetle.
of such a hard, stingy, unfeeling man as Mr. Scrooge.
As good as gold and better.
Take me extra, Sir.
That's all.
wouldn't you? Hmm!?
One must steel oneself to survive it.
There but a touch of my hand and you shall be upheld in more than this.
But you're still so young, you may have a change of heart one day.
and Master Peter, in particular.
he should nip along smartly or there won't be no Mr. Marley to take leave of
You don't believe in me.
Both very busy, Sir.
Yes! What a delightful boy.
By the way, how did Old Fezziwig take it when you said you were leaving him?
tell me, what day is it? it's layoff day, of course
Oh, dearest Alice,
We are good friends, l think, besides good men of business.
l shall go when the office is closed. At seven o'clock.
Then a toast my love, my dearies.
Well please your great kind self, dear.
There's more in life than money, Sir.
Not a bit, Ma-ma!
My welfare? - Your reclamation then.
l certainly won't hold back my hand when l can get something in it
But, Mr. Scrooge, it's Christmas!
and took his money, his house, and his few lean sticks of furniture?
Come, come Mr. Fezziwig,
Will you... always feel like that?
Was that the chance of hope that you mentioned, Jacob?
Mr. Jorkin doesn't exaggerate the imprudence of allowing his ...
Oh Tim, ... my Tiny Tim.
Oh?
Mr. Jacob Marley, our wizard of the accounts.
HUMBUG
Yes, Sir. l'm sure. l'm very sorry, Sir, to cause you such an inconvenience.
Sir.
There's uh... there's nothing l can do, hmm?
Well.
l'll try and get Mr. Marley to hold out 'til then, l'm sure.
You'll never get a better offer.
Why, bless your heart.
The world, that can be so brutally cruel to the poor,
Who suffers worse from his humors? Himself always.
Oh, wouldn't it be better if l just went home to bed?
Ma-ma must have looked just as you look now, just before she died.
Join the triumphs of the skies,
l'm as ... merry as a school boy!
[Has their endgame ready]
A Merry Merry Christmas.