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On the outskirts of Whoville, there lives a green, revenge-seeking Grinch who plans on ruining the Christmas holiday for all of the citizens of the town.

Primary Title
  • Dr. Seuss' How the Grinch Stole Christmas
Date Broadcast
  • Saturday 17 December 2016
Release Year
  • 2000
Start Time
  • 19 : 00
Finish Time
  • 21 : 05
  • 125:00
  • TV3
  • MediaWorks Television
Programme Description
  • On the outskirts of Whoville, there lives a green, revenge-seeking Grinch who plans on ruining the Christmas holiday for all of the citizens of the town.
  • G
Owning Collection
  • Chapman Archive
Broadcast Platform
  • Television
  • English
Captioning Languages
  • English
Live Broadcast
  • No
Rights Statement
  • Made for the University of Auckland's educational use as permitted by the Screenrights Licensing Agreement.
  • Christmas--Juvenile films
  • Grinch (Fictitious character)--Juvenile films
  • Animated films
  • Childrens films
  • Feature films
  • Comedy
  • Family
  • Fantasy
  • Ron Howard (Director)
  • Jeffrey Price (Writer)
  • Jim Carrey (Actor)
  • Taylor Momsen (Actor)
  • Jeffrey Tambor (Actor)
  • Universal Pictures (Production Unit)
  • Imagine Entertainment (Production Unit)
1 IMS SUBTITLES Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2016 Inside a snowflake, like the one on your sleeve, There happened a story you must see to believe. Way up in the mountains, in the high range of Pontoos, Lay the small town of Whoville, the home of the Whos. Ask any Who and they'll have this to say, "There is no place like Whoville around Christmas Day." Every window was flocked, every lamp post was dressed. And the Whoville band marched in their Christmasy best. Merry Christmas. Ho, ho. Arbour Day was fine, and Easter was pleasant And every Saint Fizzin's Day, they ate a Fizz pheasant. But every Who knew, from their 12 toes to their snout, They loved Christmas the most without a single Who doubt. Farfingle's welcomes you. Merry Christmas. Thanks for shopping at Farfingle's. We got a snoozlephone for your brother Drew. And a snoozlephone for your brother Stu. A muncle for your uncle, a fant for your aunt, and a fandpa for your cousin Leon. So we just need... Cindy? Cindy Lou? Cin- Hello, Myrna. Merry Christmas. Excuse me. Cindy Lou, honey. Dad? Yeah? Doesn't this seem like a bit much? This is what Christmas is all about. Can't you feel it? Thanks for shopping Farfingle's. Wait. Don't forget your change. Another minute closer to Christmas. (BONG) And for the next five minutes only, 99% off. Yes, every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot. But the Grinch who lived just north of Whoville did not. All the good mistletoe's at the top. Hey, Drew, I'll race you! Not if I race you first. Last one to the top's a stinky old Grinch! Where are we? I think we should go back. What? You're scared of the Grinch. No. They say he lives up here in a cave. And he only comes down when he's hungry for Who flesh. Oh, Drew. You guys. You're scared of the Grinch! You're scared of the Grinch! (GIGGLING) Wait for me. Come on, touch it. Touch the door. Do it for me, Stu. (ROARING) (BARKING) Well done, Max. Serves them right, those yuletide-loving, sickly sweet, nog-sucking cheer mongers. I really don't like 'em. Mm-mm. No, I don't. Max! Get my cloak. I've been too tolerant of these Who-venile delinquents and their innocent, victimless pranks. So they want to get to know me, do they? They want to spend a little quality time with the Grinch. I guess I could use a little social interaction. Heh, heh, heh. Merry Christmas. Oh, you bet. Ho, ho, ho, and... Oh, my. Someone has vandalised that vehicle. See, Max? The city is a dangerous place. The Grinch hated Christmas, the whole Christmas season. Now, please, don't ask why, no one quite knows the reason. Here's a present. Run real fast with it now. Come on, double time. Move! It could be that his head wasn't screwed on just right. Or it could be perhaps that his shoes were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all May have been that his heart was two sizes too small. Hey, stranger. Won't let you go till you buy a chapeau. Nothing beats Christmas, right? I guess. You guess? I just look around at you and Mom, and everyone getting all kerbobbled. Doesn't this seem superfluous? Dad! Dad! What happened to you? It was the Grinch. Grinch? What do you want? I mean, "Grinch? Oh, no". Did someone just say "Grinch"? Hello, Mayor May Who, sir. Lou. I don't need to remind you that this Christmas marks the 1,000th Whobilation. Whoville's most important celebration. And the Book of Who says very clearly, "Every size of Who we can measure knows that Whobilation is a time we must treasure". Now, Lou, please tell me that your boys were not up on Mount Crumpit provoking the one creature within a billion bilometers of here who hates Christmas. But it was the Grinch. It was. No, no, no. Sir, the boys didn't see any Grinch. He came after us and - They were on the mountain, playing with matches, or... Oh, well, that's a relief. All right. You heard the man. There's no Grinch problem here. Ow. Heh, heh, heh. Lou, I need this there by tomorrow. Heckuvarush. Heckuvarush. But, Dad, I just don't understand something. Why won't anyone talk about the Grinch? You kids and the Grinch. You see, Cindy, the Grinch is a Who who... Well, he's actually not a Who. He's... He's more of a... A what? Exactly, honey. And he's a what who doesn't like Christmas. Look at his mailbox. Not a single Christmas card in or out. Ever. But, why? Lou, where's my mail? Lou? Lou. Oh. Uh, I'll be right there. Oops. We got a problem. All right. We'll straighten this out, folks. Heh, heh. It'll take them years to sort this out. This is his. Now it's yours. And this is hers, and now it's his. And for the rest of you... Jury duty. Jury duty. Blackmail. Pink slip. Chain letter. Eviction notice. Jury duty. Would you mind helping me take this to the back room, honey? But be careful of the sorting machine. Yeah. Whew. (SNEEZES) Gesundheit. (SCREAMS) You're the... the... the... The, the, the? The Grinch. (SCREAMS) Well, that worked out nicely. Help! Help! Help me! Somebody! Max, let's go. (WHINES) Our work here is finished. Yeesh! Help me! That is not a chew toy. Stop it. Get that out of your mouth. You have no idea where it's been. (SCREAMS) Help! Oh, bleeding hearts of the world unite. Help! Help! There. Give me that. Don't you know not to take things that don't belong to you? What's the matter with you? You a wild animal? Huh? Let's go. Thanks for saving me. Saving you? Is that what you think I was doing? Uh-huh. Wrong-o. I merely noticed that you were improperly packaged, my dear. Hold still. Max, pick out a bow. Can I use your finger for a second? Hello? Hello! Ow. Cindy? Dad. Daddy. Daddy. What the hey? Honey. Cindy. Dad. It was amazing. You've been practising Christmas wrapping. I am so proud of you. Uh... Oh. Well... Now, that's holiday. Sweet little Cindy didn't know what to do. In her head bum-tumbled a conflict or two. "If the Grinch was so bad, then why did he save me?" Maybe he wasn't so bad. Let's go home. Maybe, just maybe. No lights on. Your mom must be shopping. Oh, good. I'm so glad you're home. I can feel it, Lou. This is the year. When everybody asks who has the most spectacular lights in all Whoville, they're gonna cry out "Mrs Betty Lou Who". It's the chandelier from the dining room. It's all for the cause, dear. Cindy, could you be Mommy's little helper and unscrew the bulb from the refrigerator? Cos somehow I missed that one. Go on. Every year Martha May Whovier has the best lights. Well, not this year. This year I'm gonna beat that prim, perfect little prissy - Betty! Hi. Martha. I've never seen so many beautiful Christmas lights, Betty Lou. I'd blow every fuse if I tried to keep up with you, Martha May. Isn't this antique darling? It's hand-crafted, and almost 100 years old. Oh, please. I'm really impressed. This, however, is new. Whoa, Betty, sweetie. Well, good night, Betty. I got I - Honey, I've got it. Hello. Is my sub-zero chillibrator running? I suppose. Well, then you better go catch it. Heh, heh, heh. Ah, that's a good one. That is rich. Let's go home. Fleas before beauty. Thank you. Come on. Hurry up, slow-poke. There's got to be a better way. Whoa! A car would have paid for itself by now. (RUMBLING) Oh, goody, another load coming down. Whee-ha-ha. Uck. What is that stench? It's fantastic. Hm. Max, grab a bag. We'll come back for the rest. Of course when I say "we", I mean "you". It's amazing what these Whos throw away. Oh, well, one man's toxic sludge is another man's potpourri. (BARKING) I don't know. It's some kind of soup. # Where are you, Christmas? # Why can't I find you? # Why have you gone away? # My world is changing # I'm rearranging # Does that mean Christmas changes too? # Where are you, Christmas? # Do you remember # A girl you used to know? # You and I were so carefree # Now nothing's easy # Did Christmas change or just # Me? # Ooooh. Sweet. # Be it ever so heinous # There's no place like home # First floor, factory rejects. Those Whos are hard to frazzle, Max, but we did our worst and that's what matters. At least I scared the bejeebles out of that girl at the post office. She'll be scarred for life if we're lucky. Ahhh. Grraargh! Argh! Aaargh! Grraargh! Grragh. Grragh. Grragh. Funny, she didn't rat on us, though. Must be afraid of reprisals. Yes! Down a size and a half. And this time I'll keep it off. Get the stick, Max. Get the stick. There's no stick. I'm smarter. Any calls? You have no messages. Odd. Better check the outgoing. If you utter so much as one syllable, I'll hunt you down and gut you like a fish. To fax me, press the star key. Hm. Oh, well. That's more like it. # Ya-ta, ya-ta-ti # Ya-ta, ta-ta-ta Hm. Excellent year. I tell you, Max, I don't know why I ever leave this place. I've got all the company I need right here. Hello. (ECHO) Hello. How are you? (ECHO) How are you? I asked you first. (ECHO) I asked you first. Oh, that's really mature, Saying exactly what I say. (ECHO) ..really mature, saying exactly what I say. I'm an idiot. (ECHO) You're an idiot. Fine. I'm not talking to you any more. In fact, I'm going to whisper, so that by the time my voice reverberates and gets back to me I won't be able to hear it. (ECHO) You're an idiot. Am I just eating because I'm bored? (DOORBELL) Oh, who could that be? Hello, little girl. Are you here to read to us? No. I hear you know some things about the Grinch. Cindy Lou Who had some questions in her curious heart. Why did the Grinch hate Christmas? Where did it all start? With her dad's blabbacorder, she wouldn't give an inch. In your own words, please tell me everything you know about the Grinch. Where did he come from? Oh, well, he came the way all Who babies come. On calm nights, baby Who girls and tiny Who fellas Drift from the sky in their own pumbersellas. Hey, honey, our baby's here. He looks just like your boss. Oh, so that's how it works. Mm-hm. It was Christmas Eve, and a strange wind blew that night. We were having our annual holiday get-together. (PARTY MUSIC) It was morning before anybody realised that he was out there. The poor dear. But you know what? We knew right away that he was special. (BURPS) Do you want a Christmas cookie? Yes. Which Christmas cookie would you like? Santa. Oh. Ohh. His first words. Yes, that is a Santa plate. Do you want to hold the Santa plate? Yes. Santa, bye-bye. He was a wonderful... Uh, whatever he was, and we raised him like any other Who child. With a deep love of Christmas. Heh, heh, heh, heh. Remember, tomorrow's our big Christmas gift exchange. Everyone bring a special gift for a special someone. The Grinch? Mm-hm? He had no sense of colour co-ordination. Although I hardly remember him. I didn't have time to socialise. I was far to busy with my... studies. Now, class, is everyone almost finished? Hm? And if the truth be told, he, um... He liked Martha. Martha was my girlfriend. I don't like discussing this Grinch so very close to Christmas, but maybe if you hear the truth, you'll understand why. Put your back into it. I tried to take him under my wing. You don't have a chance with her. You're eight, and you have a beard. (LAUGHTER) He had hair. It's not pleasant. He shed. Not right. You know, Christmas is my favourite time of year. I love the colours. The red and the green. Did I have a crush on the Grinch? (LAUGHS) Well, of course not. I didn't ask you that. Oh. Right. When he came home that day, he really got into the Christmas spirit for the first time. Perfect. Oopsie. Ah. What a lovely family heirloom. Ho-ho, ho, ho. Whoo-hoo-hoo. The fires of love. This will be perfect on top of her tree. Oh, Martha. Oh, Christmas. I want you all to look your best tomorrow. You don't have a chance with her. You're eight and you have a beard. Has everyone given their gifts? I haven't. Merry Christmas, Martha May. (LAUGHTER) Why do you have a bag on your head? Probably because he's embarrassed by that hideoderous gift. Mr Grinch, please take the bag off. Yes, you. Take it off. Hm? Put the book down. And your foot. Look at that hack job. (LAUGHTER) Stupid present. Stupid tree. I hate Christmas! The anger. The fury. The muscles. It was a horrible day, when they were so cruel to him. And I could hardly bear it. I hate Christmas. I hate it. And that was the last time we ever saw him. The very last time. So whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes, He stood outside his cave hating the Whos. Alphabetically. Aardvarkian Abakenezer Who, I hate you! Aaron B Benson Who, I hate you. Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double hate. Loathe entirely. Nutcrackers. It's their Whobilation. He snarled with a sneer. Tomorrow's Christmas. It's practically here. Max, fetch me my sedative! Now to take care of those pesky memories. Whobilation plentiful with candy, canes and pies. I can't wait to get there to eat some google fries. Whobilation, Whobilation. Uh! Dad? I've been thinking about the Whobilation, and I may do something drastic. That's fine, dear. Ask your mother. Where'd she go? Honey! Honey. Hi. Ooh. Look, I just found the cutest light for my Christmas display. (CR-RASH!!) Hurry, we'll be late. And now the nominations for that Who among us who best typifies the qualities of Who-dom and Who-dery. The Whoville Holiday Cheermeister. Do I hear a nomination? I nominate the Grinch. My, my, my. What an altruistic daughter you have there, Lou. Thank you. Cindy? Let me quote a verse from the Book Of Who. Thank you. Ah. "The term "grinchy" shall apply when Christmas spirit is in short supply." Does that sound like our Holiday Cheermeister? True, Mr May Who, but The Book Of Who says this too. "No matter how different a Who may appear, he will always be welcomed with holiday cheer." Well, yes,... The Book also says, the award cannot go to the Grinch because sometimes things get lead-pipe cinch. You made that up. It doesn't say that. No, no, it does. What page? Uh... Oops. Lost my place, but it's, um... It's in here. The Book says the Cheermeister is the one who deserves a back-slap or a toast. It goes to the soul at Christmas who needs it most. And I believe that soul is the Grinch. And if you're the Whos I hope you are, you will too. If you people want to waste a perfectly good nomination, it's up to you. But I am telling you, the Grinch will never come down. And when he doesn't, the Mayor will wear the crown. Well, more or less. # Deck your heart with jollity # Style your smile all Christmasy # Lick some flocking on the tree # Let there be Whobilation # Bake the fruitcake, egg the nog # Feed the flaming Whobiltide log # Baste the beast and gulp the grog # Let there be Whobilation # Tick tock, tick tock # Counting down the Christmas clock # Old, young, big, small Aaargh! Blast this Christmas music. It's joyful and triumphant. Must drown them out. It's not working. The whipperwinds whipped high above the Who town. A trip or a slip, you'd slide all the way down. But this girl had a mission, she knew what to do. She'd invite the Grinch herself, that brave Cindy Lou. Play, monkey! Play! Ow-ee! Mr Grinch? Mr Grinch? Hello? Excuse me. Hm? Hello, little girl. How dare you enter the Grinch's lair? The impudence! The audacity! The unmitigated gall! You've called down the thunder, now get ready for the boom! Gaze into the face of fear. Boogah, boogah! Mr Grinch, my name is Cindy Lou Who. You see, even now the terror is welling up inside you. I'm not scared. Denial is to be expected in the face of pure evil. I don't think so. Doubt. Another unmistakable sign of the heebie-jeebies. Now you're doomed. Run for your life before I kill again! I'm a psycho. Danger. Danger. Um, maybe you need a time-out. (LAUGHING) Kids today. So desensitised by movies and television. What do you want?! Mr Grinch, I came to invite you to be Holiday Cheermeister. Uh... Holiday Whobie whatie? Cheermeister. Huh? "Cheermeister. Celebrate with friends." (LAUGHS) That's a good one. I know you hate Christmas but what if it's all just a misunderstanding? Don't care. I mean, I myself am having some Yuletide doubts. Zzzzz. But if you reunite with the Whos and be a part of Christmas... You can reunite with the Whos and be a part of Christmas... Grow up! Then maybe it'll be alright for me, too. Your session is over. Make another appointment on the way out. Please, you have to accept the award. Award? You never mentioned an award. Yeah, with a trophy and everything. And I won? You won! That means there were losers. I guess. So if you come - A town full of losers! I like it. Was anyone emotionally shattered? Come on, a minute ago I couldn't shut you up. Details, details. The mayor wasn't happy. Oh, no. Martha May will be there. Oh, she will? Mm-hm. And she'll see me a winner. Mm-hm. She'll be on me like fleegle flies on a flat-faced floogle horse. Well, sorry to disappointment you, Martha, but the train has left the station! So will you come? Oh, alright. I don't know if it's your twinkly eyes or the non-conformist streak that reminds me of a younger, less hairy me, but you've convinced me. Who knows? This Whobilation could change my entire outlook on life! Really? No. (SCREAMS) Hmph. (SCREAMS TURN TO LAUGHTER) Huh? Whoo. There you are. Honey, you can make snow angels later. We can't be late for the Whobilation. Arrgh! The nerve of those Whos, inviting me down there on such short notice. Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it. Four o'clock, wallow in self-pity. 4:30, stare into the abyss. Five o'clock, solve world hunger. Tell no one. 5:30, Jazzercise. 6:30, dinner with me. I can't cancel that again. Seven o'clock, wrestle with my self-loathing. I'm booked. If I bump the loathing to nine, I could be done in time to lay in bed, and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear? (BARKING) It's not a dress, it's a kilt. Sicko. Stupid. Ugly. Out of date. This is ridiculous. If I can't find something to wear, I'm not going. (YODELLING) Ooh. Ahh. Mm. That's it, I'm not going. Well, it's time for our Holiday Cheermeister of the Year award. Congratulations, Mr Grinch. He isn't here? What? He didn't show? Who could have predicted this? All right. I'll swing by for a minute, let them envy me, grab some popcorn shrimp and leave. But what if it's a cruel prank? What if it's a cash bar? How dare they? All right, I'll go but I'll be fashionably late. No. Yes, no, yes. No. Yes. Definitely not. All right, I've made my decision. I'm going, and that's that. Ah. Had my fingers crossed. Maybe I should flip a coin! Well, I guess the award goes to the... the runner-up. That's right, a man for whom Christmas comes not once a year, but every day. A handsome, noble man. A man who's had his tonsils removed twice. That's an interesting story. You see, what happened was... (RUMBLE) Hello, Martha. He made it! Cindy? Boo. Mm, hot crowd. I believe I'm here to... accept an award of some kind. And the child mentioned a cheque. No, I didn't. All right, then give me the award. Come on, while I'm young. Don't worry, Mr Holiday Cheermeister, you'll get your award. But first a little family reunion. They nursed you. They clothed you. Here they are. Your old biddies. Are you two still living? Oh. We missed you. Rose, the sweater. Sweater? What are you talking about? No. I can't do this. Don't touch me there. Put him in the Chair of Cheer. What's the Chair of Cheer? What an honour. You didn't tell me about it Please, Mr Grinch. Please. No. I can't. I'm not ready. It's too much too soon. Yes, it's that time of year. The Cheermeister's ride in the Chair of Cheer. Put me down. I mean it. I'll get a lawyer. There'll be hell to pay. First, you'll put your taste buds to the test, as you judge the Who Pudding Cook-Off. Who Pudding Cook-Off! Mine first. I really don't - No, mine's the best. You'll enjoy this. And this is not pudding. What is it? Christmas Conga. Look at the time. I should be getting back. Agh. Alright. Fruitcake Fa-la-la. No. Fudge Judge. Made it myself. Mine are home-made, too. OK. Bring it on. Come on. Is that all you got? Is that all you got? (CROWD CHANT) Cheermeister. Cheermeister. Cheermeister. Out of the way, slow mo. # Vangelis - CHARIOTS OF FIRE Excuse me. He's number one in the sack race run. Number one. I'm number one. I'm number one! No child can beat the Grinch! Yeah! Whoooo! I beat you! Hah, hah, hah! And now, the moment we've all been waiting for. Ah, yes. My award. And the cheque. There's no cheque. Are you sure? Because I thought I heard someone mention the cheque. I said there's no cheque. And now it's time for Present Pass It On. We start with our Cheermeister. Whoo! A gift of a Christmas shave. Look at that hack job. Ah, yes, yes, yes. Good times, huh? Good times. And now I have a little something for the love of my life. Martha May, please become Mrs Augustus May Who. Augustus. If you agree to be my wife, along with a lifetime supply of happiness you'll also receive this. It's a new car, generously provided by the taxpayers of Whoville. What do you say, Martha? You got 20 seconds on the clock. Well, I, uh... These gifts are quite dazzling. (SCREE-EECH!) Of course they are. That's what it's about, isn't it? That's what it's always been about. Gifts. Gifts. Gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts. You want to know what happens to your gifts? They all come to me in your garbage. You see what I'm saying? In your garbage. I could hang myself with all the bad Christmas ties I found at the dump. And the avarice. The avarice never ends. "I want golf clubs." "I want diamonds." "I want a pony, so I can ride it, get bored and sell it for glue." Look, I don't want to make waves, but this whole Christmas season is stupid, stupid, stupid. There is, however, one teeny, tiny Christmas tradition I find quite meaningful. Mistletoe. Now, pucker up and kiss it, Whoville. No! No? Somebody's fabulous! Let's go. No. Excuse me, old timer. Mind if I wet my whistle? That's my good stuff! Burn, baby, burn! Oh, wow. Oh, the Whomanity! Let's go. No, wait. Do something. Right. (SHAVER) Calling all units. Taxi! It's because I'm green, isn't it? Halt! Evening, folks. Mind if I ride along? You might want to scoot over. You did the right thing. Out of the way! Wheeeee! Agh! That's gonna hurt tomorrow. It's gonna blow! You fellas all right? Hey, how about a nice hat? Lou? I'm hurt, Lou. I'm hurt, and I don't hurt easily, but you and your family, you... I'm so... I'm so disappointed. Can we just get back to Christmas the way it should be? Grinch-less? Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! I just wanted everybody to be together for Christmas. I quite enjoyed that. I hope I get another invite soon. Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh! Come on. Come on. Good thing we have a spare. Suffering snorkelblatz. They're relentless! (DONG) Only four hours till Christmas. Yes, the Grinch knew tomorrow all the Who girls and boys would wake bright and early and rush for their toys. And then, oh, the noise. Oh, noise, noise, noise, noise. They'll bang on tong-tinglers, they'll blow their floo-flounders. They'll crash on jing-jinglers, and bounce on boing-bounders. Then Whos young and old would sit down to a feast. And they'll feast and they'll feast. And they'll feast, feast, feast, feast. They'll eat their Who pudding and rare Who roast beast. Which is something I just cannot stand in the least. Oh, no. I'm speaking in rhyme. Aarrgh! Blast you Whos. (SOBBING) And the more the Grinch thought of what Christmas would bring, the more the Grinch thought... I must stop this whole thing. Why, for year after year I've put up with it now. I must stop this Christmas from coming. But how? I mean, in what way? # Christmas is going to the dogs...# Are you having a holly jolly Christmas? Wrong-o! (GRUNTING) Hmph. If you're not going to help me, then you might as well... Then he got an idea, an awful idea. The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea. I know just what to do. The Grinch laughed in his throat. Heh. And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat. Ooh. And he chuckled and clucked at this great Grinchy trick. With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Nick. Ho, ho, ho. # You're a mean one, Mr Grinch # You really are a heel # You're as cuddly as a cactus And as charming as an eel # Mr Grinch # You're a bad banana with a # Greasy black peel # Whoo # Wheee # Just face the music you're a monster # Mr Grinch, yes, you are # Your heart's an empty hole # Your brain is full of spiders You've got garlic in your soul # Mr Grinch # I wouldn't touch you with a # 99-and-a-half-foot pole I asked for three-quarters, not five-eighths. Stay focused. # You know, if you asked the Who's Who of Whoville # No one would deny it Ow. Air bag's a little slow. But that's what these tests are for. (BARKING) # You're a vile one # Mr Grinch # You have termites in your smile # You have all the tender sweetness # Of a seasick crocodile, Mr Grinch # Given the choice between you, I'd take the seasick crocodile # Ho, ho, ho. Sack boy should be finishing up any time now. Talk about a recluse. He only comes out once a year, and he never catches any flak for it. Probably lives up there to avoid the taxes. Merry Christmas! Oopsie. Forgot about the reindeer. Did that stop the old Grinch? No, the Grinch simply said... If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead. Oh, Ma-a-a-ax! So he called his dog Max, Then he took some red thread, And tied a big horn on top of his head. All right, you're a reindeer. Here's your motivation. Your name is Rudolph. You're a freak with a red nose. Then Santa picks you, and you save Christmas. No, forget that. We'll improvise. Just keep it kinda loosey-goosey. You hate Christmas. You're gonna steal it. Saving Christmas is a lousy ending. Way too commercial. Action! Brilliant! You reject your own nose because it represents the glitter of commercialism. Why didn't I think of that? Cut, print, moving on. Tha-a-at fe-e-e-els g-o-o-o-od. (LAUGHS) Here goes nothing, hot dog. Hee-hee! Wow. Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoooo! This is nuts! On Crasher, on Thrasher, On Vomit and Blitzkrie-eeeh! Aaarrrgh! We're gonna die! We're gonna die! I'm going to throw up, and then I'm gonna di-i-i-i-ie! Mommy, tell it to stop. Phew. Almost lost my cool there. All their windows were dark, Quiet snow filled the air. All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care, When he came to the first little house on the square. Welcome to Whoville, Max. (BELLS JINGLE) Betty? Betty? What? Did you hear something? Oh! It's Santa. Go right back to sleep. Come on, Max, it's our first stop. The old Grinchy Claus hissed, And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist. He'd slide down the chimney, a rather tight pinch. But if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch. Now, a twisting interrupted forward flying two-and-a-half, with a combo tuck and pike. High degree of difficulty. He got stuck only once, for a moment or two. Blasted water weight. Goes right to my hips. Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue. Shh. little more stealth, please. Where the little Who stockings all hung in a row. These stockings, He grinned. are the first thing to go. OK, fellas chow time. Then he slunk to the icebox. "Slunk"? He eyed the Whos' feast. He took the Who pudding. He took the roast beast. Hike! He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash. Why, that Grinch even took their last can of Who hash. Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee. And now, Grinned the Grinch. I'll stuff up the tree. And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove, When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove. Oh, excuse me. The Grinch had been caught by this tiny Who daughter, Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water. Santa Claus, what are you doing with our tree? But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick. Why, my sweet little tot... The fake Santa Claus lied. There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side. So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear. Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho, ho. I'll fix it up there, and I'll bring it back here. Santa, what's Christmas really about? Vengeance. Er. I mean... presents, I suppose. Hm. I was afraid of that. And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head, and he got her a drink, And he sent her to bed. Santa? What? Don't forget the Grinch. I know he's mean, and hairy and smelly. His hands might be cold and clammy. But I think he's actually kind of... sweet. Sweet? You think he's sweet? Merry Christmas, Santa. And when Cindy Lou went up with her cup... Nice kid. Bad judge of character. He went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up. And the last thing he took was the log for their fire. On their walls he left nothing but some hooks and some wire. And the one speck of food that he'd left in the house Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse. Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant, Around each Who home, and he took every present. Clearance sale. Everything must go. Miaow! Hmph. What now? Miaow! Zzzzz. Martha, have you ever kissed a man who lost his tonsils twice? No, silly. But it's an experience that I've always longed for. Kiss me, you fool. Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh. Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah! What are you laughing at, Rudolph? It's all you, Maxie! 3,000 feet up, up the side of Mount Crumpit, he rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it. Whoa. We-e-e did it! We did it. We did it. That wasn't so bad, was it, Max? They'll be waking up now. And I know just what they'll do. All those Whos down in Whoville will all cry. # Boo hoo Boo hoo # Boo hoo Boo hoo # Boo hoo Boo hoo # Boo hoo Boo hoo Oh, what an embarrassment. I've been robbed. Mayor May Who? Oh, dear. Well, I wonder who could've done this. I tell you people one thing. Invite the Grinch destroy Christmas. Invite the Grinch, destroy Christmas! But did any one listen to me? I did. No. You choose to listen to a little not-to-be-taken-seriously girl who hasn't even grown into her nose yet. Cindy, I hope you're very proud of what you've done. If she isn't I am. I'm glad he took our presents. What? I... Well... I... I'm glad. He's glad. You're glad. You're glad everything is... is gone. You're glad that the Grinch virtually wrecked... No, no, no, not wrecked, pulverised Christmas. Is that what I'm hearing, Lou? You can't hurt Christmas, Mr Mayor. Because it isn't about the gifts, or the contests, or the fancy lights. That's what Cindy's been trying to tell everyone. And me. She's been trying to tell me. What is wrong with you? This is a child. She's my child. And she happens to be right, by the way. I don't need anything more for Christmas than this right here. My family. Merry Christmas, everybody. Merry Christmas, you hunk of burning Who. Oh, give me a break. Mr Grinch? Mr Grinch? Now for the final note in my symphony of downright-nasty-not-niceness. The crescendo of my odious opus. Oh, the wailing and the gnashing of teeth. The bellowing of the bitterly bummed out. It'll be like music to my ears. (DISTANT MUSIC) Then the Grinch heard a sound rising over the snow. It started in low, then it started to grow. Huh? Huh? But the sound wasn't sad. Why, this sounded merry. But it was merry. Very. Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small, Were singing without any presents at all. He hadn't stopped Christmas from coming. It came. Somehow or other, it came just the same. Mr Grinch? And the Grinch, with his grinch feet ice cold in the snow, Stood puzzling and puzzling. How could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. Maybe Christmas,... He thought. ..doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more. (THUD) Ow. Agh! Ow! (THUD) Ow. Ow! Owww! (THUD) (THUD) Aagh! Max, help me! I'm... feeling! And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say That the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day. (SOBBING) What's happening to me? I'm all toasty inside. And I'm leaking. Oh, Max. I love ya. Yeah. OK. All right, that's enough. Knock it off. Beat it. Get out of here. One step at a time. (BARKS) Huh? Oh, no. The sleigh. The presents, they'll be destroyed. And I care. What is the deal? Wait. This can't happen. It shouldn't. It couldn't. It musn't. It wouldn't. Not now, not then, not ever again. N-O-O-O-O-O-O`O-O-O-O! Boo-hoo! Oh, well, it's just toys, right? Hi, Mr Grinch. Cindy Lou. What are you doing up there? I came to see you. No one should be alone on Christmas. Oh. No! Ya-aaaagh! I got ya, Cindy Lou. You did it! Whoooooo-oooo! Spread eagle! Nailed it. Are you alright? Are you kiddin'? The sun is bright and the powder's pitchin'. OK, it's my turn to drive. I better slow this puppy down. Hm. We're gonna crash! Now, you listen to me, young lady. Even if we're horribly mangled there'll be no sad faces on Christmas. (SCREAMING) Aagh! What is that? Help! Cindy. Grinch? My baby. Martha, grab an end. These lights match your outfit perfectly. Uh-oh. This could be a little more difficult to negotiate. Heads up, Whoville! Hurry. Here he comes. Out of the way! I have no insurance! Yeah! Run for your lives. Watch out. I can't stop. Daddy, move! Dad, move it. Thanks for the help, Lou. Hi, Daddy. Hi, honey. Merry Christmas, one and all! Cindy! Mommy. Merry Christmas. Cindy. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. All right, what do we have here? You got me, Officer. I did it. I'm the Grinch that stole Christmas. And I'm... sorry. 'Aren't you gonna cuff me? Put me in a choke hold? Blind me with pepper spray? You heard him, Officer. He admitted it. I'd go with the pepper spray. Yes, I heard him all right. He said he was sorry. Besides, looks like everything's here and accounted for. Help me out here, people. Uh,... I... Martha? Merry Christmas, August May Who. I'm afraid I do have something for you. Your ring back. Sorry but my heart belongs to someone else. Ya-ha-ha-ha-ha! No hard feelings? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Cheer up, dude. It's Christmas. Merry Christmas, Mr Grinch. Your cheek's so... I know. Hairy. No. Greasy? Stinky? Do I have a zit? No. Warm. # Dah Who Foraze Dah Who Doraze # Welcome, Christmas Come this way # Dah Who Foraze Dah Who Doraze # Welcome, Christmas Christmas Day # Welcome, welcome Fah Who Ramus # Welcome, welcome Dah Who Damus # Christmas Day is in our grasp # So long as we have hands to clasp # Fah Who Who Ray Moo Yah Who Yee Ha # Welcome, Christmas Bring your cheer. # Dah Who Foraze Yah Who Doraze # Welcome, all Whos far and near # So he brought back the toys and the food for the feast. And he, he himself, the Grinch, carved the roast beast. Yeah. There's nothing like the holidays. Who wants the gizzard? I do. Too late. That'll be mine. # Where are you Christmas? # I think I've found you # This time I'll make you stay...
  • Christmas--Juvenile films
  • Grinch (Fictitious character)--Juvenile films
  • Animated films
  • Childrens films
  • Feature films