Subtitle The Muppet Christmas Carol May 2026

"Mr. Scrooge, sir," Bob ventured, his voice trembling like a leaf in a gale. "It’s Christmas Eve. Might I… might I have a bit more coal for the fire?"

That night, as Scrooge sat in his lonely chambers, eating his gruel by the dying embers of a meager fire, a sound like the rattling of chains echoed through the house. The door flew open, and there, standing in the doorway, were the ghosts of his former partners, Jacob and Robert Marley. They were draped in heavy chains, forged from cashboxes, keys, padlocks, ledgers, deeds, and heavy purses wrought in steel. subtitle The Muppet Christmas Carol

He sent a giant turkey to the Cratchits, more than enough to feed a dozen frogs. He gave a massive raise to Bob, and promised to help his family in every way he could. He went to Fred’s house and joined in the festivities, his laughter joining the chorus of joy. Might I… might I have a bit more coal for the fire

Scrooge looked up from his ledger, his eyes two icy blue beads. "Coal? You want coal? To burn? To waste? Bah! Humbug! If you’re cold, wear a scarf. Or two. Or ten." He sent a giant turkey to the Cratchits,

Finally, the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, a silent, shrouded figure, showed him a future where his name was whispered with contempt, where his death was met with indifference, and where Tiny Tim’s seat at the table was empty.

The Ghost of Christmas Present, a giant, jolly fellow surrounded by a feast of epic proportions, showed him the joy he was missing. He saw the Cratchit family, their small home filled with warmth and love, despite their poverty. He saw Tiny Tim, Bob’s youngest son, a brave little frog with a big heart, and he felt a pang of something he hadn’t felt in years: compassion.