excuse me! sir! excuse me! that suit is SACRED and if you intend on wearing it you must conduct yourself in a manner no less than jolly and full of cheer!
  âJolly?â Grinch echoes, a note of outrage creeping into his voice. As if he hadnât worked his furry green TAIL off on this costume! âYou donât find me⌠jolly?â
  He pushes his protective goggles up to scowl at her. In his hands is a nozzle, which is attached to a long, thick tube. Connected to the tube is a four-gallon metal container full of urea ice melt, strapped none-too-subtly to the Grinchâs back. His scowl deepens as he lowers his decidedly un-festive invention from its intended target â the snowman on some unsuspecting suburban familyâs lawn.
  âNo idea where you mightâve gotten that idea from, but alright.â









