Kermit the Frog:
It only seems right that I should lift a glass to my employer. I give you Mr. Scrooge, the founder of the feast.
Miss Piggy:
The founder of the feast, indeed!
Betina Cratchit, Belinda Cratchit:
Huh!
Miss Piggy:
If I had him here, I would give him a piece of my mind to feast upon. And I bet he would choke on it. Hmm!
Betina Cratchit, Belinda Cratchit:
Choke!
Kermit the Frog:
My dear, the-the children, Christmas Day.
Miss Piggy:
Oh, uh... w-well, I-I suppose that on the blessed day of Christmas, one must drink to the health of, uh, Mr. Scrooge, even though he is odious.
Betina Cratchit, Belinda Cratchit:
Mm-hmm!
Miss Piggy:
Stingy.
Betina Cratchit, Belinda Cratchit:
Mm-hmm!
Miss Piggy:
Wicked.
Betina Cratchit, Belinda Cratchit:
Mm-hmm!
Miss Piggy:
And unfeeling.
Betina Cratchit, Belinda Cratchit:
Mm-hmm!
Miss Piggy:
And badly dressed.
[Belina and Betina gasp]
Tiny Tim Cratchit:
To the founder of the feast, Mr. Scrooge!
Miss Piggy:
[reluctantly]
Ah, to Mr. Scrooge, he'll be very merry and happy this day, I have no doubt.
Betina Cratchit, Belinda Cratchit:
No doubt.
Kermit the Frog:
Hmm. Cheers.
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