Charles Dickens: Scrooge and his entourage found the carolers in full time. They were singing Christmas songs to fill the air with joy and laughter.
Donald Trump: Great job, splendid job! Now sing another!
Charles Dickens: The singers sang Angels from the Realms of Glory, Joy to the World and 142.
Albert Einstein: 142? I am not familiar with that one. What is that?
Charles Dickens: O Little Town of Bethlehem, its right here on page 142 of this book…
Donald Trump: Lady, and gentlemen, would you be so kind as to follow me as we make a few stops? I would love to have you sing at both places. Would you do this?
Captain Kirk: Well… we… don’t usually do that but… I think… we could make an exception in your case… if you… made a small donation to the Toys for Tribbles club.
Donald Trump: Small donation, no… I can’t do that. I will make a very large donation though. Will that be ok?
Captain Kirk: That’s splendid! We’ll have no choice… but to comply. Mr. Spock… give me a C please.
Charles Dickens: The carolers struck up the singing again as Scrooge led them to his nephew Fred’s house.
Donald Trump: Nephew, Clara. Merry Christmas!
Molar: Why Uncle Scrooge, whatever brings you here?
Beverly Crusher: Fred, welcome your uncle. He is welcome to join us.
Donald Trump: Thank you Clara, dear Nephew. I see you have guests, so I won’t stay long. But I wanted to give you some gifts I have for you.
Charles Dickens: Scrooge handed each of them a present and continued.
Donald Trump: And Nephew, I brought these gentlemen with me to let you know, I did make my donation.
Hamburglar: He did indeed, thank you again Mr. Scrooge.
Donald Trump: Most welcome Hamberderlar. And Fred, I want you to stop by often and check on me. I want you to make sure that I don’t fall back into my hard ways. Can you do that for me?
Molar: Why yes uncle I can!
Donald Trump: I will pay you for your time, here, here is a small advance.
Molar: What can I say Uncle?
Donald Trump: Say yes, and Merry Christmas!
Molar: Yes… yes I’ll do it!
Beverly Crusher: Merry Christmas!
Charles Dickens: Scrooge left with his entourage, he had one more stop to make and it was the most important to him.