How Scar Stole Christmas! (Incomplete)
Posted: November 8th, 2011, 3:10 amOk, I'm in a holiday mood right now and this is the result, though it's not complete. It's my early holiday present to MLK for putting up with me for almost a year. Enjoy and no bashing or flaming please. I'll try to complete it soon.
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How Scar Stole Christmas!
Yes, everyone down in the Pridelands like Christmas a lot, but Scar, who lived over in the Elephant Graveyard, did not. Scar hated Christmas, the whole Christmas season. Now please don’t ask why, no one quite knows the reason. It could be that his head wasn’t screwed on just right, it could be that his claws weren’t sheathed right, but I think that the most likely reason of all was that his heart was three sizes too small. But whatever the reason, his heart or his claws, he stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Pridelanders.
Scar: I must stop this Christmas from coming, for tomorrow I know, all those Pridelander girls and boys will wake bright and early and rush for their toys, and then all the noise, noise, noise! Then, all the Pridelanders, young and old, will sit down to a feast, and they’ll eat more than anyone could possibly eat! They’ll eat their Prideland Pudding and rare roast wildebeest, which is something I can’t stand in the least! Then, they’ll do something I hate most of all: Every Pridelander will stand paw-in-paw and start singing, and they’ll sing, sing, sing!
And the more Scar thought of what Christmas would bring, he began to think of how he might ruin it for one and all.
Scar: I must stop this whole thing! Why for year after year, I’ve put up with it now! I must stop Christmas from coming, but how?!
Then he got an idea. An awful idea. Scar got a wonderful, awful idea.
Scar: I know just what to do. I’ll make a quick Santa Claus hat and a coat!
[After cutting out the shapes of a coat and hat from a red curtain, sewing them together and adding white fur trim, Scar puts them on and goes to admire himself in a nearby mirror. As he does so, music starts playing in the background.]
Scar: With this coat and this hat, I’ll look just like St. Nick!
[An off-screen singer begins singing as Scar begins building a makeshift sleigh]
Off-screen singer:
You’re an evil one, Mr. Scar
You really are a heel
You’re as cuddly as a hedgehog
You’re as charming as a hyena, Mr. Scar
You’re a rotten piece of fruit!
You’re a monster, Mr. Scar
Your heart’s an empty hole!
Your brain is full of spiders
You’ve got rage in your soul, Mr. Scar
I wouldn’t touch you with a 39 and a half foot pole!
You’re a vile one, Mr. Scar
You have dung beetles in your smile
You have all the inner kindness of a rabid Wild dog, Mr. Scar
Given the choice between the two of you, I’d take the rabid Wild dog!
[To be completed soon]
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How Scar Stole Christmas!
Yes, everyone down in the Pridelands like Christmas a lot, but Scar, who lived over in the Elephant Graveyard, did not. Scar hated Christmas, the whole Christmas season. Now please don’t ask why, no one quite knows the reason. It could be that his head wasn’t screwed on just right, it could be that his claws weren’t sheathed right, but I think that the most likely reason of all was that his heart was three sizes too small. But whatever the reason, his heart or his claws, he stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Pridelanders.
Scar: I must stop this Christmas from coming, for tomorrow I know, all those Pridelander girls and boys will wake bright and early and rush for their toys, and then all the noise, noise, noise! Then, all the Pridelanders, young and old, will sit down to a feast, and they’ll eat more than anyone could possibly eat! They’ll eat their Prideland Pudding and rare roast wildebeest, which is something I can’t stand in the least! Then, they’ll do something I hate most of all: Every Pridelander will stand paw-in-paw and start singing, and they’ll sing, sing, sing!
And the more Scar thought of what Christmas would bring, he began to think of how he might ruin it for one and all.
Scar: I must stop this whole thing! Why for year after year, I’ve put up with it now! I must stop Christmas from coming, but how?!
Then he got an idea. An awful idea. Scar got a wonderful, awful idea.
Scar: I know just what to do. I’ll make a quick Santa Claus hat and a coat!
[After cutting out the shapes of a coat and hat from a red curtain, sewing them together and adding white fur trim, Scar puts them on and goes to admire himself in a nearby mirror. As he does so, music starts playing in the background.]
Scar: With this coat and this hat, I’ll look just like St. Nick!
[An off-screen singer begins singing as Scar begins building a makeshift sleigh]
Off-screen singer:
You’re an evil one, Mr. Scar
You really are a heel
You’re as cuddly as a hedgehog
You’re as charming as a hyena, Mr. Scar
You’re a rotten piece of fruit!
You’re a monster, Mr. Scar
Your heart’s an empty hole!
Your brain is full of spiders
You’ve got rage in your soul, Mr. Scar
I wouldn’t touch you with a 39 and a half foot pole!
You’re a vile one, Mr. Scar
You have dung beetles in your smile
You have all the inner kindness of a rabid Wild dog, Mr. Scar
Given the choice between the two of you, I’d take the rabid Wild dog!
[To be completed soon]