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[blows whistle]
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[male narrator]
It was a mighty
gorgeous sunset.
It was truly
a beautiful sight.
All the friendly,
small house tops 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.
sniff sniff sniff
And he whispered to his wife..
Mariah, will you also
take a whiff?
And Josiah and Mariah
double-sniffed.
[both sniffing]
[male narrator]
And they said..
[both]
I wonder if..
[male 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.
thud thud thud
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[crying]
thud
click
thud thud thud
[quacking]
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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
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
Always starts when
that sour-sweet wind
begins a-howlin'.
Sour-sweet wind
across the tree stumps
on the wrong side
of Punkers Pond.
Then that wind wakes
up the Gree-Grumps
from their sleep inside
the tree stumps
and all the Gree-Grumps
start a-growlin'.
[growling]
And that growlin'
and that howlin'
runkles and grunkles
up the pond.
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
[growling]
'Cause when old Punkers Pond
gets runkled, grunkled
by that howlin'
and that growlin'
that always disturbs
the Hakken-Kraks.
And the Hakken-Kraks
start a-yowling.
And the yowling
of the Hakken-Kraks
plus that runklin', grunklin', howlin', growlin'
always irritates The Grinch.
And then that Grinch starts
in a-prowlin'.
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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
Mm. It's a wonderful
night for eyebrows.
Max.
Now where is he?
Max!
[door creaks]
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.
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[rattling]
[male narrator]
While Max was obeying
his master's command
in the cave of
Mount Crumpit's bleak peak
the sweet-sour wind
swazzled 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,
Euchariah said..
Grandpa Josiah.
And Grandpa Josiah said..
Yes, Euchariah?
And Euchariah 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 iscoming out.'
And so I suggest, we don't
stood here like sticks
call the Grinch Alarm Center.
Dial area code 5-1-9-0-0-6.
[Josiah]
Excellent suggestion,
Euchariah.
Area code 5-1-9-0-0-6.
[dial tone]
Line's busy. Very busy.
Ah, here he is.
[Samuel on phone]
'This is not a recording,
this is me in person.'
'Your Grinch alarm warden,
Sergeant Samuel S. McPhearson.'
'It is my duty to inform you
if conditions improve'
'or if they worsen.'
'I have infiltrated
his territory'
keeping sharp eyes
upon this schnook.
And I'm focusing my focusella
to take still another look.
[Samuel clicks tongue]
'Conditions are worsened.'
[dramatic music]
Hurry up, Max,
I'm raring to go.
[instrumental music]
I'm going to 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 going to dance
with me at all
When I enter
front and center
At the exclusive
Grinch night ball
[thunder rumbling]
[Grinch laughing]
Ready. Giddy-up, Maxie.
[laughing]
[creaking]
Attention, attention, all Whos.
This is Sergeant McPhearson.
And conditions, I'm afraid,
are now worser than worsened.
[thunder rumbling]
How many times
have I said and said
How many times have
I said in my head
What am I doing here?
Why 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 Wafoon
feeding you hominy grits
with a big silver spoon?
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 retching]
As you can see by the lights
flashing on this index
that's the Zindheimer disaster
and devastation
'rate of spread
calculating index.'
I am recording the intensities
and immensities
of the Grinch's current
antisocial activi-tities.
'And 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, Eucharaiah?
You know, sir, this looks a lot
better without my glasses.
You put your glasses back on
and face the facts, Euchariah.
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
Whoa-oh the acts
he activates
He castigates
He blastigates
And while all of Whoville
sits and waits
The fates that
it anticipates
His wagon wheel obliterates
and decimates and flatanates
Ten thousand little flowers
Uh, missed one.
[squeals]
[The Grinch]
'Got it!'
[Grinch laughing]
You know something,
Grandpa Josiah?
Shh, shh. Euchariah.
Oh, my gosh!
Look what he's doing now.
[Samuel]
'He's hunting down
the Wuzzy Woozoo.'
'The Woozoo at least
should have immunity.'
'He's the only one left
in our community.'
whip
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whip
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[screaming]
[yelping]
Gall darn bram bush.
'I got brickles
in the breeches.'
Phew! that was a
mighty tight pinch.
But the Wuzzy Woozoo
has eluded the Grinch.
'He's safe inside
a brickle bush.'
You know something,
Grandpa Josiah?
Do I know what, Euchariah?
- I gotta go to the Euphemism.
- The Euphemism?
No one goes to the Euphemism
on a night like this.
But I gotta.
Euchariah, don't be long.
[thunder rumbles]
I suggest we stay
indoors tonight
Our problems are immense
I wouldn't go out
on a night like this
For sixty-six million
six hundred thousand dollars
And an extra
sixty-six cents
[thunder rumbling]
[wind howling]
[dramatic music]
[wind howling]
Euchariah! Euchariah!
Where are you, Euchariah?
He is wandering in the wind
While the Hakken-Kraks
are yowlin'
And the Gree-Grumps
are a-growlin'
He is wandering up
Mount Crumpit
In the sour-sweet
Grinch night wind
Euchariah! Euchariah!
Oh, come home, Euchariah!
No one comes home
through the wind
No one comes home
through the growlin'
He is lost amongst
the yowlin'
Lost forever in the darkness
Of the sour-sweet
Grinch night wind
[thunder rumbling]
Darn these brickles, anyway.
I'll be sore for a month.
[thunder rumbling]
[panting]
Where, where is that Euphemism?
Shh, shh, shh.
Huh?
- Oh, a Woozoo.
- Shh! Shh!
Oh, a doggie.
Nice doggie. Poor lost doggie.
I'm gonna take you home
with me.
If I ever find it again.
Shh, shh, shh.
Brickelize me, will they?
I'll brickelize
the entire township.
I.. Who are you?
Euchariah Who, sir.
You're a rather small Who,
aren't ya?
Well, I do the best I can, sir.
Are you really the Grinch?
Am I the Grinch?
Sorry, sir. I have a slight
astigmatism.
An 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?" Hah!
I'll show him.
Um kha pah pah
um pam pah pah
Um kha pa dee pah pah
Um kha pa dee um pah
Um ka um ka um ka loonka
Ip zing troika
Pah dee maro um pam tusk
[laughing]
"Am I the Grinch?"
Out of my way, small Who.
'I got bigger things to do
than to waste my time'
'with you on Grinch night!
Achtung!'
Giddy-up, Maxie!
Next stop, Whoville.
[Grinch laughing]
So with the sweet-sour wind
still a-howlin'
now the Grinch was really
prowlin', and Euchariah
watched him go a-clonkerin',
skonkerin', skomkaponkerin'
toward the helpless town below.
And he thought about Josiah,
Mariah, Obediah and Bethiah.
He would have 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 Euchariah knew
precisely what he had to do.
Stall for time.
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[screeching]
And what does the rather small
Who want this time?
W-w-will you please scare me
some more, sir?
[chuckles]
I-I sort of like it.
Look, kid, I gave you
the two dollar treatment.
'You're not worth
a first class grinching.'
'"Am I the Grinch!"'
[laughing]
whip
[laughing]
Euchariah! Euchariah!
Where are you?
[instrumental music]
[screeching]
[screeching]
Okay, you asked for it.
'Quit fumbling
with your glasses.'
Put those glasses on
and get up here.
Y-yes, sir.
[snaps fingers]
[Grinch]
'Come on.'
Come on!
'Closer, Euchariah.'
'That's a nice little Who.'
'Now closer.'
Closer. Closer.
And Euchariah with a courage
he had never known till then
Euchariah Who with a courage beyond the courage of most men
with the sour-sweet wind
a-howlin'
stood before the gruesome Grinch and said..
Do your worst.
Bring on your spooks.
Shoot the webs.
I will not flinch.
Oh?
[dramatic music]
Euchariah Euchariah
This is it hah
this is it hah
Grinch is gonna get ya
Grinch is gonna get ya
Mitchen Bi paha la
Euchariah Euchariah
You shall die-ah
you shall die-ah
Grinch is gonna get ya
Grinch is gonna get ya
Grinch is gonna get ya
Grinch is gonna get ya
Mitchen Bi paha la
Gonna get you
Mitchen Bi paha la
Hah
[dramatic music]
[Grinch]
'Enjoying yourself?'
'Take a little walk.'
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's high-flyin' spooks
we are every which-where
We look after your back
We look into your face
With a gruesome member
of the unhuman race
We're a grizzly gruzzly
ghastly disgrace
Yes it's quite
like those spooks
We're all over the place
[intense music]
[Grinch]
'Enjoying yourself?'
'Take a spooks tour.'
[squawking]
[intense music]
[music continues]
[music continues]
sniff sniff
[air hissing]
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 howlin'
that always stops
the Gree-Grumps growlin'.
[Grinch]
Yeah, I know, I know.
[Euchariah]
And when the Gree-Grumps
stop their growlin'
Punkers pond stops
runklin' runklin'.
And when Punkers pond
stops runklin' runklin'
that always stops the Hakken-Kraks from yowlin'.
[Grinch]
Hmm.
[Euchariah]
And when the Hakken-Kraks
stop yowlin',
you know what that stops.
Mm.
That always stops
the Grinch from prowlin'.
Hmm.
Well, I'll be grinched.
Well, I'llbe grinched.
Come on, Max.
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Come on, Max,
turn this wagon around!
[blows raspberry]
[barking]
[Samuel on radio]
'Attention, attention,
all Whos.'
This is Sergeant McPhearson
reporting to you
once more in person.
'And I can report
that I've never had thought'
that I'd ever report
a report of this sort.
[mellow music]
I'm sure gonna miss
that Grinch night ball.
But that wind will be coming
back some day.
I'll be coming back some day.
[laughing]
Look, Mariah, there's Euchariah!
What an unusual way to come back
from the Euphemism.
[instrumental music]
The nasty sour-sweet wind
has blown away
All the Gree-Grump
growlin's 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
Grinch has gone away
Sing halle hallelujah
sing tra-la-pullyea
Sing whoozaza pullyea
up the mountain far away
Sing halle hallelujah
Grinch has gone away
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