Charles Dickens: The door opened after the knock, and two men entered.
Donald Trump: Who are you?
Ted DiBiase: We’re from the benevolent Order of Victoria Charity Foundation. We’d like to speak to you about making a donation.
Mo-Larr: Ah welcome sirs! Welcome, the jolly old gentlemen before you is my dear uncle Mr. Scrooge. He is very generous to charities.
Donald Trump: MY DEAR NEPHEW!
Charles Dickens: Scrooge wanted to throw out his nephew and the portly gentlemen, but he held his peace.
Hamburglar: As this is the festive season of the year, many of us feel that we must take care of the poor and homeless.
Donald Trump: Well, are there no prisons, or poorhouses?
Ted Dibiase: Oh certainly, there are plenty of them sir.
Donald Trump: Ah excellent, I was worried for a second.
Hamburglar: Some of us are endeavoring to raise a fund for the poor and homeless. What may we put you down for?
Donald Trump: Nothing
Ted Dibase: You wish to remain anonymous?
Donald Trump: I wish to be left alone. I do not make merry myself at Christmas
Mo-Larr: That certainly is true.
Donald Trump: And I cannot afford to make idle people merry.
Mo-Larr: That certainly is not true.
Donald Trump: Don’t you have other things to do this afternoon my dear nephew?
Mo-Larr: Sadly, I do uncle. So I shall make my donation, and leave you to make yours.
Charles Dickens: Fred dropped a few dollars into the portly gentlemen’s hands.
Ted Dibiase: Why thank you very much! This is much appreciated.
Mo-Larr: Oh yea, Uncle come and have Christmas dinner with me and Clara tomorrow.
Donald Trump: My dear nephew why ever did you get married?
Mo-Larr: Why because I fell in love, and there were tax benefits to it too.
Donald Trump: HA! That’s the only thing more absurd than a Merry Christmas!
Mo-Larr: Its no use uncle, I shall keep my Christmas humor to the last, a Merry Christmas to you and a Happy New Year!
Will Riker: Merry Christmas Fred.
Mo-Larr: Merry Christmas Bob.
Donald Trump: Humbug!