(READ THIS!:This fanfiction story is an edited version of an older version of Mr. Burns Christmas Carol. That older version of Mr. Burns Christmas Carol is a two parter in my other fanfiction called, "Simpsons Springfield Tales". This newer version has also been edited for people who have never read the "Simpsons Springfield Tales" fanfiction and can understand it, but there is one character that is fan-made from "The Simpsons Springfield Tales" fanfiction and cannot be taken out for different reasons.)

A man was sitting in a comfortable fancy chair in bright colors near a toasty bright fire in a room that millionaires would like to stay in as he had a book in his hand.

"Hello there. I am Matt Groening and I am about to tell you... Wait what was that?" Matt Groening said as heard the Cameraman's voice yelling at him on stage.

"Your suppose to say your Charles Dickens. This is a Christmas Special remember!" The Cameraman said to him.

"That wasn't in the script!" Matt Groening said angrily as he showed the cameraman a script fully covered in white paint.

"Just do it!"

"What's the point! They already know who I am! Anyway, today is different. Here's a book about a grumpy old man who uses different holidays for his own personal gain." Matt Groening said as he showed the audience a book with the words, "A Christmas Carol" on it. "Today, it's going to be Christmas. A Mr. Burns Christmas Carol that is... Let's see what's going on..."

"Your speaking to the audience like children!" The cameraman yelled on the stage.

"Shut up! I know this show isn't for "BLEEP!" children!... Uh... The show is not on the air are we..." Matt Groening yelled at the cameraman with a curseword on it.

"Were on live and you just added a curse word next to the word children... and to the whole country..." The Director said.

"Not only that... Your children are at the studio looking at you right now..." The Cameraman said as Matt Groening's children were surprised and even ran away.

"..." Matt Groening stood there not knowing what do next... in his own show he created...

"And so thank The Lord for giving another wonderful Christmas tomorrow, but as you all know. Christmas is not about presents or trees. It's about the birth of Jesus and..." Reverend Lovejoy said until a boy interrupted him.

"I thought this is a Protestant Church! Not a Catholic Church!" Bart yelled from his seat.

"They both celebrate Jesus's birthday! Kids today..." Reverend Lovejoy sighed as he rolled his eyes. "Now, it's time for the offering people."

A few people in suits stood up from the long wooden seats and grabbed large golden trays at a table in front of the Christians. One of them was Ned, obviously. The Simpsons were also in the church sitting at the left of the building as Homer was drooling on the floor thinking about donuts.

"I'm bored..." Homer said as he stopped drooling.

"What's up, man" Ian said as he sat behind the family.

He was well known as the Hippie Freak but wasn't called that for acting like a Hippie. He was called that for all the stupid things he do as a hippie or as a man who doesn't know that he's hurting animals with a rifle. Most people don't know if he even cares about nature, but they do know he forgets so many things in his life so easily. Not only that he's the boss of a music store where Bart works, but sometimes Ian forgets at a point where Bart says that he's the boss and makes Ian the employee.

"Hi Ian." Bart said with a smile.

"So what's this place?" Ian said.

"It's called a church. Haven't you heard of a church?" Marge said.

"Huh?... Sorry, too busy looking at your chest..." Ian said as he was suddenly slapped by Marge's hand and punched by Homer's fist.

"Hello new fellow Christian." Ned said to Ian.

"I'm Protestant Christian, man. Not Catholic." Ian said with a confused attitude. Also, I just got punched and slapped by two mysterious people. If only I knew their names."

"Are you on drugs or something?" Ned asked.

"Nope, he's always like this, whether he has drugs or not." Bart said. "Trust me, two days ago, I saw him walking out of the Girl's bathroom at the school in a dress and I pretty much took all his drugs and sell it to the bullies before that happened."

"I see... Well, anyway..." Ned said as he handed him the golden tray filled with money.

"Thanks man." Ian said as he took the cash.

"Uh... You're not supposed to take the cash. You're supposed to give cash... so we can donate the money for the poor... today it's the orphanage." Ned said.

"I see... Anyway uh... here's some cash." Ian said as he handed him the same cash he just took to the plate.

"You just..."

"Ned, remember I said he's always like this, drugs or not?" Bart said. "Well, you see my proof."

"Okay..." Ned said as he walked away from The Simpsons and to a crooked cruel old man named Mr. Burns. "Hello Mr. Burns. I believe it's your turn."

Mr. Burns just handed them a nickel without saying a word.

"Uh... this is just a nickel... and... I'll just go now..." Ned said as he left the old man with a nervous look.

"Three hundred dollars?" Reverend Lovejoy said as people began to leave the church. "This is not enough to support the orphanage." He noticed Mr. Burns standing up from his chair and yelled, "Wait a minute, Mr. Burns! Mr. Burns!"

Reverend Lovejoy ran to the old man and to his assistant Smither's as if he looked like he was in a hurry.

"What do you want?" Mr. Burns asked with a grunt.

"We need a big cash donation for the only orphanage in Springfield and..."

"The only orphanage in Springfield, my god those poor orphans... I guess I can say NO!" Mr. Burns yelled at Reverend Lovejoy. "I have a business to run at my Nuclear Power Plant. For some reason meltdowns have gone high..."

"What about that Homer fellow? Meltdowns have increased every time you give his job back after you fired him several times." Smither's said.

"I'll find out by myself Smither's. Anyway I should go now to my business." Mr. Burns said as he left the church.

Homer was eating donuts with his friends and some employees in his office. Suddenly out of nowhere, announcement's came out of the speaker on the walls.

"Hello fellow good working employees. I'm sorry to say that you will have no Christmas Bonus, in fact your paychecks now will have to be cut to half, and not only that you must work on Christmas day." Mr. Burns said through the speaker.

Suddenly the workers became mad as Mr. Burns was laughing in his office eating chicken.

"Ahh... Smither's, even with these high meltdowns, the plant is more functional, the bills are low, and the profits have gone 20% up." Mr. Burns said as he was counting how much money he had on a calculator at his desk.

"That's fine sir, but don't you think you can give these men a break?" Smither's said.

Suddenly Mr. Burns gave Smither's an evil look and said, "You mean the same men that has been goofing off, playing pranks at each other, and one time causing a Nuclear Meltdown that caused some pig to have spider powers?"

"Yes, I believe they called him Spider Pig or something, but anyway it's Christmas soon and..."

"Enough with this Christmas chit-chat! Your fired Smither's! I may have fired you before and gave your job back for just one simple reason, but this time it's permanent!" Mr. Burns yelled.

"Uh sir. I'm right over here." Smither's said as Mr. Burns was yelling at a lamp.

"Oh sorry lamp. Anyway, your fired!" Mr. Burns said.

"Fired on Christmas Eve? But sir..."

"I said your fired! Permanently!" Mr. Burns said as Smither's left through the main door. Another man entered the door that looked similar to Mr. Burns but slightly fatter and not bald.

"Hi ya pops!" Larry Burns, son of Mr. Burns, spoke.

"What do you want now Larry? I'm working. Even with all the good news today, I'm busy, busy, busy." Mr. Burns sighed at his desk.

"I'm just here to tell you that I'm rich now after all that comedy movie acting" Larry Burns said (Larry Burns is actually an comedy movie actor in the real Simpsons show now. He has a cameo in Bart Gets a Z as an actor in a movie. It's very hard to find his cameo appearance.)

"So what is it? I'm not dead yet so you can have more money. Anyway, why are you here?" Mr. Burns said with a tyrant look on his face.

"I'm here to invite you to a Christmas party I'm having. You can meet and know my family and friends I have." Larry Burns said.

"I would love to go but I'm just too busy."

"It's Christmas pops. Lay off the work for a while and have some fun."

"I said I'm not going. So just get out of here for now. You're lucky that I won't release the hounds or activate the trap door because your my son... and that the hounds are at the Vet and the trap door is malfunctioning a bit... that's pretty much the reason why I won't use it..." Mr. Burns spoke as he stared at his son with no smile but instead with his usual look on the face.

"Fine. I will go..." Larry Burns said as he walked out of his office.

Mr. Burns was walking to his home, or more like a mansion that is. As he walked up to the door, his head turned towards his pockets as he looked and grabbed his keys. Suddenly as his head turned and looked at the door he saw a glowing skull that screamed at him causing Mr. Burns to fell on the stairs.

"What was that?... Oh wait. Why am I screaming at a glowing skull?" Mr. Burns chuckled as he saw the glowing screaming skull. "One of my glowing skulls seem to be malfunctioning again. Better solve the problem right now."

Mr. Burns pulled out an Ranger shotgun and shot the malfunctioning glowing skull causing it to fall down to the ground as the old man entered his fancy old home.

It was nighttime and Mr. Burns was at his chair in his bedroom on the second floor as he was enjoying a nice cup of hot chocolate.

"Ahh... A cup of hot chocolate, as soft chair to sit on, and noises out of nowhere, a fire to keep warmth, and... wait a minute... noise out of nowhere?" Mr. Burns said as he looked at the main door of his bedroom.

The old man kept on hearing noises as they were becoming louder each time he heard it. Suddenly it stopped and when Mr. Burns took a step on the floor... he saw green chains attached to heavy iron-made presents coming through the wooden door without it even opening like a ghost.

"AHH!" Mr. Burns screamed as he hid himself behind the chair shaking.

Suddenly a man came through the door without touching it as he was floating in the air.

"Burns... I am a ghost from your long past... a partner that you knew... do you know who I am?" The ghost said in a spooky voice that caused Burns to hide behind his chair.

"Are you Asa Phelps? I'm sorry that I assassinated you for the fortune and told everybody that you committed suicide!" Mr. Burns cried.

"No... I am Waylon Smither's Sr. The same person who has worked with you for a long time... I am here to warn you..."The ghost of Waylon Smither's Sr. said in a spooky voice.

"I see that, but do you really have to say it in a... scary voice?" Mr. Burns said as he rose up a little from the ground

"... Well... not really. Anyway, I heard you fired my son all about some argument over Christmas and employees!" The Ghost of Waylon Smither's Sr. as he sat in one of Mr. Burns chair.

"Now when you say it that way, it really does sound stupid." Mr. Burns said with a fake smile as he also sat in his chair. "Anyway, you said you were going to warn me about something horrible. After, all you always came to warn me about something. You were always a good man in the business of the Nuclear Plant."

"BUISNESS! Is that all you care about? Your business! Everyone who's close to you is now separated from you because of that Nuclear Plant or should I say your BUISNESS!" Waylon Smither's Sr. said in fierce rage as Mr. Burns was hiding behind his chair shaking in fear again. "I am here to warn you Mr. Burns so you won't have the same fate as me being locked to these chains where you have to keep on moving these heavy metal presents to get to the mailbox. And we both know that your bones will be crushed by these at your state."

"Well then? What are you going to do?" Mr. Burns said.

"You will be visited by three Spirits. Spirits that will haunt you until you can change your ways."

"Haunted by Spirits? Uh... let's see... No... I rather not... In fact, I don't believe any of this." Mr. Burns said as he rosed up from the floor again but this time without fear.

"Why do you doubt your senses Mr. Burns? I'm here am I not?"

"Because a little thing can affect thing. A slight disorder to the stomach can make them cheats. Plus, that turkey that one of my employees gave me last night made me see different colors. I suspected some kind of drug in it." Mr. Burns said.

"If you don't believe me. Than believe this!" The Ghost of Waylon Smither's Sr. said as he opened the window of Mr. Burns bedroom showing different spirits chained to huge metal presents like him.

"I knew I shouldn't have sold these guns!" The ghost of Al Capone said.

"I hate this so much..." The ghost of Ivan the Terrible said.

"Thank you, thank you very much." The ghost of Elvis Presley said.

"I got hit by a bulldozer again..." The ghost of Hans Moleman said as he got hit by ghostly bulldozer.

"What is this?" Mr. Burns said.

"These are the men and women who are damned for life! Though for some reason that Hans Moleman guy seems to get out of those chains a lot and return to life. Anyway, I must go now! Change or be damned Mr. Burns! Change or damnation!" The ghost of Waylon Smither's Sr. spoke as he faded away to air.