How the Grinch Stole Christmas

And she'll see me.
A winner.
She'll be on me like fleegle flies
on a flat-faced floogle horse.

l'm sorry to disappoint you, Martha, baby,
but the G train has left the station.

So, will you come?
All right.
l don't know if it's
that adorable twinkle in your eye...

...or that nonconformist 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!


There you are, honey.
You can make snow angels later.
We can't be late for the Whobilation!
The nerve of those Whos.
lnviting me down there
on such short notice.

Even if l wanted to go,
my schedule wouldn't allow it.

''4:00, wallow in self-pity.
''4:30, stare into the abyss.
''5:00, solve world hunger...
''...tell no one.
''5:30, jazzercise.
''6:30, dinner with me.''
l can't cancel that again.

''7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing.''
l'm booked.
lf l bumped the loathing to 9:00,
l 'd have time to lay in bed...

...stare at the ceiling
and slip slowly into madness.

But what would l wear?