One thing I can't stand is the noise, noise, noise, noise!

Narrator: All the Whos down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot, but the Grinch, who lived just north of Whoville, did not. The Grinch hated Christmas - the whole Christmas season. Oh, please don't ask why, no one quite knows the reason. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. Or maybe his head wasn't screwed on just right. But I think that the best reason of all may have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
Cindy Lou Who: Santie Claus, why? Why are you taking our Christmas tree, why? Narrator: But do you know, the Grinch was so smart and so slick, that he thought up a lie and he thought it up quick. Grinch: Why my sweet little tot, Narrator: - -the fake Santie Claus lied -... Grinch: ...there's a light on this tree that won't light on one side. So I'm taking it home to my work shop, my dear. I'll fix it up there, then I'll bring it back here. Narrator: And his fib fooled the child. So he patted her head, he gave her a drink and he sent her to bed. And when Cindy Lou Who was in bed with her cup, he crupt to the chimney and stuffed the tree up. Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar, and the last thing he took was the log for their fire.

(Personally, I think mean ol' Mr. Grinch (above) looks suspiciously a lot like Jack Nicholson playing the Joker in "Batman". Who knows, maybe they are the same people, just like Michael and Janet Jackson. Are those two really separate people?)