Number 2

Bob,

let them in and hurry up

You're letting all the winter in!

(shivering sigh)

Yes, Mr.

Scrooge!

A good day, Mr.

Scrooge

I am Mr. Poole,

and this is Mr.

Blinker

We seek relief to buy some meat and drink

For the poor who suffer most this time of year

Humbug!

Are there no prisons?

Are there no workhouses?

Many would rather die than go there!

If they'd rather die,

then let them do it

And decrease the surplus population!

Good night,

gentlemen!

I wish to be left alone!

It is seven o'clock,

Mr. Scrooge

Quit

sneezing across my ledgers

I suppose you want the whole day paid

For no work tomorrow?

Be here earlier the next morning!

Yes, Mr. Scrooge, I shall (achoo) (softly)

Merry Christmas, Mr. Scrooge...

Bah!

Humbug! (ugh)