Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just shut the door of the shop. Oh! How it screeks!
Yes, l do, l do, l do, ... l must.
l hope so, Mr. Marley.
They're men of business, very wealthy, very important.
Well, we have no doubt that his generosity is well represented
Both of us?
No more. l cannot bear it.
You'll all lose without me.
Hi.
There's more of gravy than a grave in you,
Why l've known him walk, with tiny Tim on his shoulder, very fast, indeed.
l can't bear to let them tease you.
Those who are badly off must go there.
before we come here, l believe.
One shadow more. - No!
All chomping at the bit for Christmas to begin, eh?
the Amalgamated Mercantile Society's books show the startling figures
Time? ... Time for what?
Aren't you?
Aaaah... - Eh?
Holy infant so tender and mild,
l was a boy here.
Hear me! My time is nearly gone.
We were wrong. - Huh?
Pawn my soul, l can't think of anyone who'll go to it.
What would you say to that, eh?
Order, order!
Oh, oh Jacob.
l think we have many things in common, Mr. Scrooge.
Oh, pity me, Spirit, pity me! And help me!
What for?
Well, gentlemen, after seventeen years of existence,
Come on everybody. Everybody!
Forgive me, Fan. Forgive me.
An enchanting boy.
ls it such a terrible thing for a man to struggle for something better than he is?
you're an embezzler of the company's funds.
I suppose you'll want the whole day, Friday!
a golden idol took possession of your heart ...
We're not gonna pick holes in each other's coats, l suppose.
lt must be near his time. - Past it, rather.
I'll send it to Bob Cratchit!
Can't take me wife to a debtors' prison.
He couldn't have looked uglier than what he did in this one.
Come in! ... Come in!
Yes, to Scrooge! Uncle Scrooge!
I haven't barfed in a week! And oh, what unsoiled pants I have!
What would make Mr. Scrooge take such leave of his senses suddenly?
Promise me... you'll take care of my boy.
He's coming mother! Father's here with tiny Tim!
You heard her.
For that matter, what have l got to do with it? Good afternoon.
He'll be very happy and very merry, no doubt.
and won't even come to dinner with us. And what's the consequence?
You are! you are. Dear God, you must!
Why, suppose l told you, you could get twice the salary
ln fact, he died seven years ago this very day.
At this festive season of the year, Mr. Scrooge,
l cannot change. l can't.
But why? ... Why?
They are man's.