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[BLOWS WHISTLE]
NARRATOR: It was a mighty gorgeous sunset.
It was truly a beautiful sight.
All the friendly small housetops of Whoville glowing bright in the changing light.
All the Whos who lived here in Whoville paused and smiled as the sun sank down...
...and the purple shadow of Mount Crumpit...
...crept across the farmlands beyond the town.
It was a mighty peaceful sunset...
...until old Josiah happened to sniff...
[SNIFFING]
...and he whispered to his wife:
Mariah, will you also take a whiff?
NARRATOR: And Josiah and Mariah double-sniffed.
[BOTH SNIFFING]
And they said:
BOTH: I wonder if...
NARRATOR: But they really didn't wonder.
They knew it was terribly true.
They knew that the sour-sweet wind was coming back...
...and what the sour-sweet wind would do.
[WIND HOWLING]
Inside, children.
[OBADIAH CRYING]
[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]
[HONKING]
[SINGING] I suggest we stay indoors tonight
I suggest we lock ourselves in tight
Tonight, you know, won't go quite right
You can tell by the smell of the wind
[BOTH SNIFFING]
It sounds like another one's coming
Another Grinch Night might commence
I wouldn't go out on a night like this
For a dollar and fifty cents
NARRATOR: Always starts when that sour-sweet wind begins a-howling.
Sour-sweet wind across the tree stumps on the wrong side of Punker's Pond.
When that wind wakes up the Gree-Grumps from their sleep inside the tree stumps.
And all the Gree-Grumps start a-growling.
[ALL GROWLING]
And that growling and that howling runkles and grunkles up the pond.
JOSIAH [SINGING]: And that's why I'm suggesting
To all you ladies, kids and gents
I wouldn't go out on a night like this
For two dollars and fifty cents
NARRATOR: Because when old Punker's Pond gets runkled-grunkled...
...by that howling and that growling...
...that always disturbs the Hacken Cracks, and the Hacken Cracks start a-yowling.
[ALL YOWLING]
And the yowling of the Hacken Cracks...
...plus that runkling-grunkling, howling-growling...
...always irritates the Grinch.
And then, that Grinch starts in a-prowling.
JOSIAH [SINGING]: So I suggest we stay indoors tonight
Our problems are immense
I wouldn't go out on Grinch Night
For six dollars and sixty cents
Hmm. It's a wonderful night for eyebrows.
Max?
Oh, where is he?
Max!
It's a wonderful night for eyebrows.
It's a wonderful night for teeth.
It's a wonderful night for Grinch Night.
Their troubles will now commence.
Oh, I wouldn't stay home on a night like this for sixty dollars and sixty cents.
Max.
Max, go bring the paraphernalia wagon.
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
NARRATOR: While Max was obeying his master's command...
...in the cave on Mount Crumpit's bleak peak...
...the sweet-sour winds rustled over the land.
And in the home of Josiah and his good wife Mariah...
...they just stood there and no one could speak.
Until, finally, Ukaraiah said:
Grandpa Josiah?
NARRATOR: And Grandpa Josiah said:
Yes, Ukaraiah?
NARRATOR: And Ukaraiah said:
Grandpa, we've stood and we've stood...
...and stooding just stooding produces no good.
The least we could do is find out without doubt...
...whether or not the Grinch is coming out.
And so I suggest we don't stood here like sticks...
...call the Grinch Alarm Center.
Dial area code 519006.
JOSIAH: Excellent suggestion, Ukaraiah.
Area code 519006.
[BUSY TONE OVER PHONE]
Line's busy. Very busy.
Ah, here he is.
McPHERSON: This is not a recording, this is me in person.
Your Grinch alarm warden, Sergeant Samuel S. McPherson.
It is my duty to inform you if conditions improve, or, if they worsen.
I have infiltrated his territory, keeping sharp eyes upon this shnook.
And I'm focusing my focusella to take still another look.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Conditions are worsened.
Hurry up, Max. I'm raring to go.
[SINGING] I'm gonna be the guest of honor
At the exclusive Grinch Night Ball
Gonna be the only dancer In the Whoville Town Hall
I might enter the ball quite small Or I might go in quite tall
But I assure you, nobody, but nobody Is gonna dance with me at all
When I enter front and center At the exclusive Grinch Night Ball
[GRINCH LAUGHS]
Ready.
Giddyap, Maxie.
[LAUGHING]
Attention. Attention, all Whos. This is Sergeant McPherson.
And conditions, I'm afraid, are now worser than worsened.
MAX [SINGING]: How many times have I said and said?
How many times have I said in my head?
What am I doing here?
What am I the slave Of this grinchy old crock?
And I say how I wish I could turn back the clock
And have the fine future I had once before
And again be an innocent puppy Once more
In your puppy house beddy with sweet Auntie Woofy Wafoone...
...feeding you hominy grits with a big silver spoon?
MAX: What am I doing here?
Doesn't matter much how But my dear old Auntie Woofy
Wouldn't I fear Very much care for me now
GRINCH: Blaah!
As you can see by lights flashing on the Zindex--
The Zindheimer Disaster and Devastation Rate of Spread calculating index.
--I am recording the intensities and immensities...
...of the Grinch's current antisocial activitidies.
Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you, the Grinch is working up quite a score.
And unless I am misreading, I think...
...it's going to soar up even more.
You know something, Grandpa Josiah?
Do I know what, Ukaraiah?
You know, sir, this looks a lot better without my glasses.
You put your glasses back on and face the facts, Ukaraiah.
CHORUS [SINGING]: As the Grinch creeps ever closer
To your little front yard gates
He's engaged in grinchy practices That every Who abominates
He defoliates, depreciates Deflating all the things he hates
And frequently expectorates
Oh, oh, the acts he activates
- He castigates MAN: He blastigates
CHORUS: And while all of Whoville sits and waits
The fates that it anticipates
His wagon wheel obliterates and decimates And flattenates 10,000 little flowers
I missed one.
[WHEEL CREAKING]
Got it.
[GRINCH LAUGHING]
You know something, Grandpa Josiah?
Shh, shh! Ukaraiah.
Oh, my gosh, look what he's doing now.
He's hunting down the Wuzzy WooZoo.
The WooZoo, at least, should have immunity.
He's the only one left in our community.
[GRINCH YELLS]
Ow, ow, ow!
Goldarn brickle bush.
I got brickles in my britches.
Phew!
That was a mighty tight pinch...
...but the Wuzzy WooZoo has eluded the Grinch.
[OVER MONITOR] He's safe inside a brickle bush.
You know something, Grandpa Josiah?
Do I know what, Ukaraiah?
I gotta go to the euphemism.
The euphemism?
No one goes to the euphemism on a night like this.
But I gotta.
Ukaraiah, don't be long.
CHORUS [SINGING]: I suggest we stay indoors tonight
Our problems are immense
I wouldn't go out on a night like this For $66,600,000 and an extra 66 cents
Ukaraiah?
Where are you, Ukaraiah?
CHORUS [SINGING]: He is wandering in the wind
While the Hacken Cracks are yowling
[ALL YOWLING]
And the Gree-Grumps are a-growling
[ALL GROWLING]
He is wandering up Mount Crumpit
In the sour-sweet Grinch Night wind
Ukaraiah? Ukaraiah?
Oh, come home, Ukaraiah.
CHORUS: No one comes home through the wind
No one comes home Through the growling
He is lost amongst the yowling
Lost forever in the darkness
Of the sour-sweet Grinch Night wind
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
Darn these brickles anyway. I'll be sore for a month.
[PANTING]
Where--? Where is that euphemism?
- Shh, shh, shh! - Huh?
- Oh, a WooZoo. - Shh, shh, shh!
Oh, a doggy.
Nice doggy.
Poor lost doggy.
I'm gonna take you home with me.
- If I ever find it again. - Shh, shh, shh!
[GASPS]
Bricklize me, will they? I'll bricklize the entire township. I'll--
Who are you?
Ukaraiah Who, sir.
You're a rather small Who, aren't you?
Well, I do the best I can, sir.
Are you really the Grinch?
Am I the Grinch?
Sorry, sir. I have a slight astigmatism.
And optical condition in which parallel rays of light from an external source...
...converge or diverge unequally in different meridians.
You know, sir, I like you much better with my glasses off.
You put your glasses back on and face the facts.
Am I the Grinch? Ha!
I'll show him.
[SINGING GIBBERISH]
[LAUGHING]
Am I the Grinch?
Out of my way, small Who.
I've got bigger things to do than to waste my time with you on Grinch Night.
Achtung!
Giddyap, Maxie. Next stop: Whoville.
[GRINCH LAUGHING MANIACALLY]
NARRATOR: So with the sweet-sour wind still a-howling...
...now the Grinch was really prowling...
...and Ukaraiah watched him go a-clunkering, skunkering, skunkapunkering...
...toward the helpless town below.
And he thought about Josiah, Mariah, Obadiah and Bethiah.
He had to save them somehow.
He would have to save the town.
He would simply, somehow have to stop that grinch from getting down.
And suddenly, Ukaraiah knew precisely what he had to do:
Stall for time.
And what does the rather small Who want this time?
Will you please scare me some more, sir?
I sort of like it.
Look, kid, I gave you the $2 treatment.
You're not worth a first-class grinching.
Am I the Grinch?
[LAUGHING]
[WHIP CRACKS]
Ukaraiah! Ukaraiah!
Where are you?
[WHEELS CREAKING]
Okay, you asked for it.
Quit fumbling with your glasses.
Put those glasses on and get up here.
Yes, sir.
Come on.
Closer, Ukaraiah.
That's a nice little Who.
Now closer.
Closer, closer.
NARRATOR: And Ukaraiah, with a courage he had never known till then...
...Ukaraiah Who, with a courage beyond the courage of most men...
...with the sour-sweet wind a-howling, stood before the gruesome Grinch and said:
Do your worst. Bring on your spooks. Shoot the works. I will not flinch.
Oh?
ALL [SINGING]: Ukaraiah, Ukaraiah
This is it, this is it
Grinch is gonna get you Grinch is gonna get you
[SINGING GIBBERISH]
Ukaraiah, Ukaraiah
Grinch is gonna get you Grinch is gonna get you
[SINGING GIBBERISH]
GRINCH: Enjoying yourself?
Take a little walk.
SPOOKS [SINGING]: No, I wouldn't step here
And I wouldn't step there
I would only step 'round With the greatest of care
And it's hopeless to try To escape through the air
It is prime time for spooks We are every which where
No, you can't turn your back
And you can't turn your face
We're the fearsome members Of the unhuman race
We're a grizzily, gruzzily nasty disgrace
Yes, it's prime time for spooks We're all over the place
GRINCH: Enjoying yourself?
Take a spook's tour.
[CAWS]
[SNIFFING]
Hmm.
- You know something, Mr. Grinch? - What?
Well, sir, as I knew it would, sir.
The sour-sweet wind is dying down. No wind ever blows forever.
So what?
Well, sir, according to all available statistics...
...when the sour-sweet wind stops howling...
...that always stops the Gree-Grump's growling.
GRINCH: Yeah, I know, I know.
UKARAIAH: When the Gree-Grumps stop growling...
...Punker's Pond stops runkling-grunkling.
And when Punker's Pond stops runkling-grunkling...
...that always stops the Hacken Cracks from yowling.
GRINCH: Hmm.
And when the Hacken Cracks stop yowling, you know what that stops.
GRINCH: Hmm.
That always stops the Grinch from prowling.
Hmm.
Well, I'll be grinched.
Come on, Max.
Come on, Max. Turn this wagon around.
[BLOWS RASPBERRY]
[MAX BARKING]
McPHERSON: Attention. Attention, all Whos.
This is Sergeant McPherson reporting to you once more in person.
And I can report that I never had thort, that I'd ever report...
...heh, a report of this sort.
I'm sure gonna miss that Grinch Night Ball...
...but that wind will be coming back someday.
I'll be coming back someday.
[LAUGHING MANIACALLY]
Look, Mariah, there's Ukaraiah.
What an unusual way to come back from the euphemism.
CHORUS [SINGING]: The nasty old Sour-sweet wind has blown away
All the Gree-Grump growlings Growled itself away
Gone is the Grinch Up the mountain far away
Hey, gone is the Grinch That Grinch has gone away
Sing halle-hallelujah Wind has blown away
Sing halle-hallelujah, sing
[SINGING GIBBERISH]
Up the mountain far away
Sing halle-hallelujah Grinch has gone away
[English - US - SDH]