Scrooge, Disney’s Demented Dickens Duck:
or the end of A Christmas Carol re-written:
I was just re-reading Dickens’s “A Christmas Carol”, and I decided to change the ending of Scrooge repenting and “God Bless Us Everyone” is a sappy ending to what would otherwise have been great horror classic. And yes, I kicked out old Ebenezer and replaced him with good old Uncle Balthezar "Scrooge" McDuck.
A note: Plum pudding is made with dried plums, and another word for dried plums is prunes. Scrooge McDuck hates prunes, because Beagle Boys love prunes. And Scrooge gets high as a kite on Megnog tea, made from strange nutmegs--personal I think they are Betal Nuts.
At nephew Fred’s house, Bob Kratchet’s family is invited to Christmas dinner. Everyone is drinking eggnog and eating plum pudding. Scrooge is drinking Megnog tea and hating plum pudding; he’s also wondering why he let a silly dream last night make him repent of hating people and Christmas. Scrooge hates people, Scrooge hates Christmas, Scrooge especially hates plum pudding, and Scrooge is drinking Megnog tea. Scrooge is wondering why he gave Bob a raise and made him partner. Scrooge hates giving people a raise and he works alone he doesn't need a partner, Scrooge hates Bob, because Bob spends too much money, Bob would never make a good partner, and besides Bob is eating plum pudding. Scrooge also wonders why he is here at Fred’s house at all, Fred is serving plum pudding, Fred is family and Scrooge hates family, so Scrooge hates Fred--Scrooge also hates plum pudding. Scrooge hates the dream he had last night, he hates the ghosts of Christmas present, past, and future, in fact he hates Christmas with or without ghosts, he hates ghosts with or without Christmas, and most of all, he hates that plum pudding--why must they always eat plum pudding each and every Christmas? The family is gathered at the table to eat their plum pudding. Scrooge sits and hates everything and everyone while drinking his Megnog tea.
The next morning guards at the Bide-a-Wee Rest Home for the Insane are once again carrying Scrooge away in a straight-jacket. Police and reporters are all gathered at Fred’s house. And what of Fred, Bob and their families? They are all dead, still sitting at the table, face down in their plum pudding with stakes of holly in their hearts. If only Scrooge had drunken the eggnog instead of the Megnog tea.
THE END