NARRATOR: It’s Christmas time in the Evergreen Forest.

At the Raccoondominium, Ralph hung up the mistletoe. Melissa is very pleased.

NARRATOR: It's the favorite time of the year.

At Annie Ringtail's house, Annie Ringtail's father held up his daughter to put a star on top of the tree. Annie Ringtail's mother is very pleased.

NARRATOR: It’s also the time for giving.

Suey-Ellen Pig and her three sons decorated the tree at the Pigs' house.

NARRATOR: And everyone is getting ready for Christmas just in time.

Meanwhile, Cyril Sneer is counting money in his room of Sneer Mansion.

NARRATOR: Except for Cyril Sneer who is counting money at the Sneer Mansion.

George Raccoon came into the room, carrying a box.

GEORGE: Merry Christmas, Mr. Sneer! I made you a cake!

CYRIL: (mocking George) "Merry Christmas, Mr. Sneer!" Bah Humbug! That’s where it all starts, first it's kissing up with presents, then it’s a raise, then a promotion. Maybe I should just fire you right now, Mr. Raccoon!

GEORGE: But Mr. Sneer, if you fire me, I...

CYRIL: Alright already, you’ve made your point! But I am not going to increase your salary! I expect you to be here tomorrow at nine-o-clock sharp!

GEORGE: But it's Christmas Eve!

CYRIL: (mocking George) "But it’s Christmas Eve!" Which part of "Bah Humbug" didn't you understand? Like you said, I am short staffed! So be here by nine tomorrow! Right? Got that?

GEORGE: Well, I, uh...

CYRIL: I said "GOT THAT?!"

GEORGE: Y-Y-Yes, Mr. Sneer.

CYRIL: Great, now get out. I need to continue counting money!

GEORGE: (leaving) Yes, Mr. Sneer. Oh, and uh... Merry Christmas.

CYRIL: Yeah, same here. (throwing away his cigar) Blast that Mr. Raccoon.

Snag opened his mouth, swallowed the cigar, and coughed out some smoke.

CYRIL: (sighs) Christmas is just another excuse to skip work. (opening the box) What kind of cake is this anyway?

He dipped his finger into the icing, and popped it into his mouth.

CYRIL: Peanut butter? A peanut butter cake? That's the worst thing I've ever tasted! I hate peanut butter cake! Here, Snag. Have some.

He pushed it off the table, and Snag opened his mouth to receive the cake, and it landed on his head.

CYRIL: (lighting up a new cigar) Hmph! If only I have to taste something else rather than peanut butter cake.

Cedric went into the room.

CEDRIC: Hi, Pop! Merry Christmas!

CYRIL: Cedric, I thought I told you not to use the C word in my presence!

CEDRIC: Sorry, Pop. I thought you might have changed your mind about it this year. But I brought you a present.

CYRIL: Is it another peanut butter cake?

CEDRIC: No, Pop. It's a scarf. I thought it might keep you warm in this cold weather.

CYRIL: Thanks for the present, son.

CEDRIC: You’re welcome, Pop.

CYRIL: Now get out of here. I mean, Merry Christmas to you, son. Heh-heh.

CEDRIC: Yeah. Merry Christmas, Pop.

He left the room. Cyril continued to count his money.

CYRIL: (sighs) He's just once a little peculiar...

The three pigs (Lloyd, Boyd and Floyd), went into the room.

CYRIL: ...and stubborn.

PIGS: Merry Christmas, Boss!

CYRIL: What is it you want this time?

LLOYD: Excuse me, sir. We’re collecting money for the orphanage, and we were wondering if you would like to contribute some money, you know since you're rich.

BOYD: The orphanage will be very grateful.

FLOYD: Especially at Christmas.

CYRIL: (getting mad) Agh! I do not want this to happen! Get out of here, you walking sausages!

PIGS: (all upset) Yes, sir.

They left the room sadly.

CYRIL: Hmph! Finders keepers. With this amount of money, I could buy anything I want to.

Later that night in Cyril's bedroom, Cyril put on his nightclothes.

CYRIL: (yawns) I'm tired. Tomorrow's Christmas Day and I have nothing to do. I need a good night sleep.

So Cyril got into his bed and went to sleep. And then suddenly, he heard a voice.

SAMARITAN: Cyril Sneer.

CYRIL: (waking up; shivering) Ah! What? Who said that?

Snag is shivering inside his basket.

CYRIL: Hello? Is anyone there?

The ghost of Samaritan Sneer appears lying in Cyril's bed right next to him.

CYRIL: Uncle Samaritan? (gasps) Are you... are you... d-d-d-dead?

SAMARITAN: Yes. And unless you change your ways, your fate will be even worse than mine.

CYRIL: Change my ways?

SAMARITAN: Yes, my nephew. Tonight, you will be visited by three spirits. That's all I'm saying.

He started to disappear.

CYRIL: Uncle! Wait! Come back!

SAMARITAN: Promise me!

Samaritan disappeared.

CYRIL: (rubbing his eyes) I must be seeing things! I still need a good night sleep.

Cyril continues to sleep, until later on he heard a voice.

TIMMY: Mr. Sneer.

CYRIL: (waking up) Huh? Who's there? Show yourself

He got out of bed, looked around the room, and suddenly he spotted a ghost, resembling Timmy the angel.

CYRIL: Who are you? Are you... an angel?

TIMMY: No. I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.

CYRIL: The Ghost of Christmas Past?

TIMMY: I am here to take you back in time.

CYRIL: What?

TIMMY: I am going to show you your past moments.

CYRIL: Really?

TIMMY: Yes. Come with me.

Timmy and Cyril disappeared. They appeared outside Cyril's old house sometime in the past.

CYRIL: Hey, I recognize this place! This was my old house!

He saw himself as a kid.

CYRIL: Look! Here I am! That's me when I was little! Hey... what am I doing?

TIMMY: Counting money.

Young Cyril was putting money into a piggy bank.

YOUNG CYRIL: Oh, how I love money! (laughs; sighs) Ah, money, money, money. It must be funny in the rich man's world.

TIMMY: You loved money since you were five, and years later you gained more money.

CYRIL: You don’t have to remind me! I know all about that!

TIMMY: Of course you do, but there is more for you to see.

They disappeared.

Cyril and Timmy appearing at a school playground outside Evergreen Elementary School, three years later.

They saw kids playing games, on the swings, and the young Cyril was seen sitting in a corner, using a calculator.

CYRIL: Oh! I remember this time. It was when I got my calculator. I used it to add up how much money I saved. (to Timmy) What’s all of this got to do with me?

TIMMY: You never had any real friends.

CYRIL: What? Oh, that's bad.

TIMMY: There's something for you to see.


Young Cyril saw Young Ingrid Bellamour.

CYRIL: Look! There's Ingrid Bellamour!

Young Cyril walked up to her.

YOUNG CYRIL: Uh... hi, Ingrid. Do you want to play with me?

YOUNG INGRID: Yeah, whatever, Cyril.

Young Ingrid walked away and Young Cyril was heartbroken and lost his true love.

TIMMY: You had lost your true love, Cyril.

CYRIL: What? But this can't be changed!

TIMMY: I have one more thing to show you.

Timmy and Cyril appeared outside Cyril's house, two years later. They saw Cyril's family leaving in a car.

CYRIL: Look! There's my family! Hey... wait... are they going on vacation?

TIMMY: No, Mr. Sneer. This was the day you evicted them, and turned them out into the cold, because of your greedy pursuit for more money.

CYRIL: (worried) What happened to them?

TIMMY: They became poor. And it was all because of you.

CYRIL: No! What have I done? This is terrible. If I knew this was going to happen...

TIMMY: You can’t change what has already happened.

CYRIL: (covering his eyes) Oh, Spirit! I've seen enough! Get me out of this place! Please!

TIMMY: Remember Cyril... you fashioned these memories yourself.

Back to the present at Cyril's room of the Sneer Mansion, Cyril opened his eyes, and discovered he was back in his bedroom.

CYRIL: Did I just dream all that? It must have been that peanut butter cake I tasted. It was that cake that caused those hallucinations.

Cyril went back to sleep, when he saw the ghost, who looked like King Harkinian.

CYRIL: What? Who are you?

HARKINIAN: I am the Ghost of Christmas Present.

CYRIL: Great, first I get a peanut butter cake and now this. Or should I say... a present? For me? Oh, you shouldn't have!

HARKINIAN: No, not that kind of present, Mr. Sneer. I'm here to show you something.

CYRIL: Oh, no, not again.

HARKINIAN: Don't worry. But I'll show you. Follow me.

They walked and disappeared.

Harkinian and Cyril appeared and found themselves outside the Raccoon family's house.

HARKINIAN: This is the house of the Raccoon family.

CYRIL: Why did you bring me to the house?

HARKINIAN: See for yourself.

They looked through the window, and they saw the Raccoon family preparing dinner.

BERT: I can't wait for a Christmas dinner!

MELISSA: Me too!

RALPH: Me three!

BROO: Ruff, ruff!

LISA: So are we going to eat?

NICOLE: Not yet, Liza.

GEORGE: We have to wait for Bentley to come down.

LISA: Yeah, right.

BERT: Hey, look! Here comes Bentley now!

Bentley came down the stairs, using a walking stick.

BENTLEY: I’m coming, Dad! I’m coming!


RALPH: What happened to Bentley?

LISA: Looks like he broke his leg.

BENTLEY: Dad, are we going to eat now?

GEORGE: I’m sorry, son, but this is all we have to eat today.

Nicole arrives with the Christmas turkey.

NICOLE: Here'z your Christmas turkey!

Broo licks his lips.


GEORGE: Wow, I don’t know what to say. Bless us on Christmas Day!

BENTLEY: God bless us everyone!

GEORGE: Let us thank, Mr Sneer.

While they were eating the Christmas dinner, Cyril and Harkinian looked at each other.

CYRIL: Tell me, Spirit, what happened to him? (points to Bentley)

HARKINIAN: He broke his leg, and George Raccoon can't pay for his operation.

CYRIL: Is Bentley going to the hospital?

HARKINIAN: No. If these events remain unchanged, I see an empty chair where Bentley Raccoon once sat.

CYRIL: I... I've seen enough. Please take me home.

HARKINIAN: Very well.

Cyril returned.

CYRIL: Now I’ve got to get out of here before that third ghost shows up.

A ghost showed up, resembling Mr. Tobacco.

MR. TOBACCO: Too late! (laughing maniacally)

CYRIL: (jumping in shock) Agh!

MR. TOBACCO: So you hate peanut butter cakes do you?

CYRIL: I meant that in a nice way. Are you the third spirit?


CYRIL: Who are you?

MR. TOBACCO: I am the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, aka, the Ghost of Christmas Future.

CYRIL: What do you want this time?

MR. TOBACCO: I can take you to the graveyard.

CYRIL: (gasps)

MR. TOBACCO: Follow me.

They disappeared.

Mr. Tobacco and Cyril arrived at the Evergreen Graveyard, one year later.

CYRIL: Where are we?

MR. TOBACCO: This is the Evergreen Graveyard.

CYRIL: But then... tell me, Spirit... what will happen to Bentley?

Mr. Tobacco pointed at the Bentley's tombstone.

MR. TOBACCO: Look there.

Cyril and Mr. Tobacco saw Bert, Ralph, Melissa, George, Nicole, Lisa and Broo. They were standing in front of a small tombstone, looking sad.

LISA: (sadly) Oh, my little brother. I'm going to miss you.

BERT: (tearful) Oh, it's so sad...

MELISSA: Oh, Bert. Please don't cry. Everything will be alright.

NICOLE: (tearful) My son! He's dead!

GEORGE: Don't worry, sweetheart. Everything's gonna be okay.

BROO: (howls sadly)

RALPH: (to Broo) What's wrong, Broo? (kneels down) What happened?

MELISSA: He's sad, too. (pets Broo) Are you okay?

RALPH: He's fine.

GEORGE: Come on. Let's go home.

LISA: Okay, Mom.

George, Nicole, Lisa, Bert, Melissa, Ralph, and Broo left the cemetery.

CYRIL: That tombstone, is that Bentley's?

Mr. Tobacco nodded.

MR. TOBACCO: Yes... he is dead.

CYRIL: Oh no! But this can't yet be changed!

He saw the Bears digging the grave and laughing.

1ST BEAR: I've never seen a funeral like this one!

2ND BEAR: Yeah, he has no friends to say goodbye.

1ST BEAR: Hey, I know what we're going to do. Let's rest for only a minute before we fill it in. He doesn’t go nowhere anymore! Not at all!

They went away laughing.

Cyril saw Mr. Tobacco standing by another tombstone, and he walked up to him.

CYRIL: Uh... Spirit... tell me... who's tombstone is this?

Mr. Tobacco pointed at the tombstone.

MR. TOBACCO: Why, yours, Cyril... the richest man in this cemetery! (laughing maniacally)

Cyril got a good look at the tombstone. It said, "Cyril Sneer, Unloved By All."

CYRIL: What?! NOOO! Do I have time to change the future? Please tell me!

MR. TOBACCO: I cannot tell you! NEVER! (laughing maniacally)

CYRIL: (grabbing onto Mr. Tobacco who continues laughing maniacally) TELL ME PLEASE! Tell me please!!

Back to the present in Cyril's room of the Sneer Mansion on Christmas morning, Cyril continued banging his chair.

CYRIL: Tell me please! (pants) Tell... me... please...

Cyril noticed he was grabbing onto a chair in his room.

CYRIL: I'm back. I'm back! (gasps) I'M BACK! Ha ha ha ha ha! (throws his chair; starting to jump and dance) I'm back, I'm back, I'm back!

He rushed to a window, opened it, and looked down. He saw the Pigs.

CYRIL: Hey, you oinkers! What day is it today?

LLOYD: Why, it's Christmas Day, boss!

CYRIL: "Christmas Day"? Hurrah! It’s Christmas Day! (laughing) The ghosts changed me in one night! Oh! And I've got something for you!

He got out a bag of money and threw it out of the window.

CYRIL: Here, take this money, and buy a Christmas turkey, and deliver it to the Raccoons' house! And keep the change! As soon as possible! Pronto!

PIGS: Yes sir! Right away, boss! And a merry Christmas to you!

The Pigs ran off.

CYRIL: Oh! I've got to find Cedric!

Cyril took off his night clothes and ran down the stairs from his room.

Cyril stopped at the front door and opens it revealing Cedric, Sophia, Lady Baden-Baden, Mr. Knox, and Ingrid Bellamour.

CYRIL: Merry Christmas!

CEDRIC, SOPHIA, LADY BADEN-BADEN, MR. KNOX, INGRID BELLAMOUR: Merry Christmas to you too, Mr. Sneer/Pop!

CEDRIC: Say, Pop, did you have a nightmare?

CYRIL: Oh yes, Cedric. You see, I dreamed that the ghosts changed me in one night.

CEDRIC, SOPHIA: The ghosts?

INGRID BELLAMOUR: Were they the angel?


MR. KNOX: And the reaper?

CYRIL: No. It was the Pigs.

CEDRIC: Oh yeah, I guess so, Pop.

SOPHIA: Me too.


MR. KNOX: Me four.


CYRIL: (notices something) Hey, wait!

CEDRIC: What is it, Pop?


CYRIL: I must hurry off to the Raccoon family's house!

Cyril dashed off to hurry over the Raccoon family's house.

CYRIL: Goodbye, everyone! Merry Christmas!

SOPHIA: Goodbye!

CEDRIC: Merry Christmas, Pop!

MR. KNOX: Merry Christmas, Mr. Sneer!

LADY BADEN-BADEN: Seasons greetings!

INGRID BELLAMOUR: Merry Christmas to you!

Meanwhile, at the Raccoon family's house, the whole Raccoons family were gathered around, opening presents.

BERT: Wow! My new sweater! (laughs) And it matches mine.

RALPH: My new scarf! And it's white. Just like mine!

MELISSA: My new camera!

LISA: My new basketball!

BENTLEY: My new computer!

BROO: Ruff, ruff!

GEORGE: My book!

NICOLE: My necklace and my earrings! What a Christmas day we're having!

Then suddenly, they heard three knocks on the door.

BERT: Who is it?

LISA: I'll get it.

Lisa answered the door.

LISA: Oh, hi, Mr. Sneer! Merry Christmas! What brings you here today?

CYRIL: I'm here to see Bentley, and wish him a merry Christmas.

LISA: Wow, that's great! But, where's Bentley?

CYRIL: He's right here.

LISA: What's he doing right now?

CYRIL: Playing with his new computer.

LISA: That's fantastic!

Bentley was using his new computer his parents gave him.

BENTLEY: Wow! This new computer is great! Cyril, look! (Cyril comes up to Bentley) See?

On the screen of Bentley's new computer, were the words, "MERRY CHRISTMAS, BENTLEY".

CYRIL: (looks at Bentley's new computer) It says, "Merry Christmas, Bentley". Heh. (to Bentley) I see you’re enjoying your new computer.

BENTLEY: Yes I am. How did you know?

CYRIL: I helped your parents buy it.

BENTLEY: Thanks, Mr. Sneer.

CYRIL: You're welcome.

Cyril hugs Bentley, then he angrily went up to George Raccoon.

CYRIL: Now Mr. Raccoon, I want to tell you about raising your salary.

GEORGE: But Mr Sneer, it's Christmas day!

CYRIL: Christmas day, indeed. Just another excuse for being lazy. And another thing, Mr. Raccoon, I've had enough of this half-day-off stuff! You leave me no alternative, but to give you a raise and making you my partner.

GEORGE: A partner?

CYRIL: Yes, a partner. But for now, we had better talk... about raising your salary!


LISA, BENTLEY: (giving a high five) All right!

Melissa and Ralph held hands. So did Nicole and George.

Bentley ran to hug Cyril.

NARRATOR: You know, we should all love Christmas as Cyril did. As Bentley Raccoon said...

BENTLEY: God bless us everyone!

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