The Grinch: The Story of the Movie: Movie tie-in

“Oh!” the Grinch exclaimed, snatching the hair dye out of Bricklebaum’s hand.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfy,” Bricklebaum said. “We all have to keep the grey away. I myself use ‘Chocolate Explosion’…”

“You know what?” the Grinch interrupted as he buried the hair dye at the bottom of the wagon. “If you want to apologise, apologise for THAT!” He pointed an accusing green finger at Bricklebaum’s overly decorated house. “You’re a grown man with a life-size Santa’s sleigh on your roof!”

“Don’t blame me!” Bricklebaum said. “Haven’t you heard? The mayor of Who-ville wants Christmas to be three times bigger this year! That means three times the lights! Three times the eggnog! Three times the—”

“Information needed,” the Grinch snapped.

Bricklebaum just laughed again. “Ha ha! That’s a good one!” He handed the Grinch a flyer, which the Grinch skim-read: “biggest Who-ville Christmas ever … three times the cheer … fun for all Whos …” Then it was his turn to break into laughter. “Oh, I get it!” the Grinch said. “This is one of your ‘joke’ things! Finally! Something you said is actually funny!”

Bricklebaum laughed, too. “Yeah, I do joke a lot,” he agreed. “But, no, this is actually—”

“Christmas three times bigger!” the Grinch said, still guffawing.

“Look,” Bricklebaum said, pointing at the flyer. “It says right there that—”

“It’s hysterical!” the Grinch cried, now helpless with laughter. “Oh dear! Ohhhh, no, no, no.”

“Well, you’re just going to have a good time with this, aren’t you?” Bricklebaum observed, chortling. “I have to say, it’s really nice to see you laughing.”

“Sorry, I can’t understand you,” the Grinch said, wiping tears of laughter from under his eyes. “I don’t speak ridiculous. Oh, you’re a scream. Have a nice life. Goodbye!”

He stomped away through the snow with Max following, pulling the wagon. They headed up the hill towards Mt. Crumpit.

“I’ll see you later!” Bricklebaum called after them, waving.

The Grinch and Max continued up the mountain. Partway up, the Grinch dropped Bricklebaum’s flyer and stepped on it, trampling it into the snow.

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That night, Christmas lights came on all over Who-ville. Inside Cindy-Lou Who’s house, Donna was decorating the tree with the twins, Bean and Buster. Bean moved towards the tree, choosing a good branch for his ornament.

“Yup, that’s right,” Donna said encouragingly. “That’s a great spot. Right there.”

But Bean changed course and tried to hang the decoration on Buster’s ear instead.

“No, no, not on your brother,” Donna said hurriedly. “Let Mummy do it.”

From the top of the stairs, Cindy-Lou looked down at her mum and her brothers through thick snow goggles. She was so bundled up in coats and scarves and gloves and boots, she could barely move. She took one step …

… and tumbled down the stairs! “Whoa!” she yelled as she rolled down. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP!

“Cindy-Lou!” Donna cried, rushing over. “Are you all right?”