– I think we should go back.
– What ? You’re scared
of the Grinch ! – No !
– They say he lives up here
in a big cave. And he only comes down
when he’s hungry for
the taste of… Who flesh !
Oh, Drew ! –[2nd Girl ] Guys!
–[ Drew ] You’re scared
of the Grinch ![ In A Singsong Voice ]
You’re scared of the Grinch ! [ Alarm Buzzing ]
[ Drew ] Are too ![ Girl ]
Are too !Wait for me !
[ Gasps ] Can we touch it ?
Touch the door ? Do it for me, Stu.
[ Gasps ] Drew ? [ Barking ]
[ Man ]
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 !
– [ Whining ] Get my cloak ! I’ve been much
too tolerant of these
“Who-venile” delinquents…and their innocent,
victimless pranks.So, they wanna 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. [ All ] Merry Christmas ! Oh, yeah, you bet.
Ho, ho, ho, and…
stuff.Oh, my. Someone has
vandalized that vehicle.You see, Max ? The city
is a dangerous place.[ Narrator ]
The Grinch hated Christmas,
the whole Christmas season.– Top of the day… flatfoot.
–Now, please, don’t ask why.No one quite knows the reason.
Here’s a present for ya. Be sure to run real fast
with it, now. Come on.
Double time. Let’s go. 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…
Merry Christmas ! Idiot.
may have been that his heart
was two sizes too small.