A/N: Hey, guys! I'm here again to present another Christmas special! It is really close to Christmas now and this time I've had a lot of experience since my last Christmas special. The first part is written like a script. Just thought I'd let you know it'll be only the first part. Anyway, here we go!

Hark! The Herald Angels Sing plays as FrusteratedScientist Productions presents shows up in shining gold and in cursive and the camera pans closer to the Christmas Carol book by Charles Dickens lying on Riley's table in her room. As the song ends, the book opens to show the first page. We can hear a seven-year-old Riley read the first few lines.

Riley-"Marley was dead; to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail."

The camera shows the side of her head.

Jill-"Riley! Dinner's ready!"

Riley-"Coming!"

The camera pans over to the window and goes through it to show the snow falling from the cloudy sky and the ice-covered sidewalks and roads. The camera then goes to the outside of Brainard Funeral Home, where Bill, Riley's father is taking care of his Manager, Julian Montgomery's, who he was close to and who took care of the company long distance from San Francisco, body and signing the death certificate.

Bill-"Yep. He's definitely dead as a door-nail."

funeral director-(Reaching for the certificate) "Here. Sign this."

The camera shows the edge of the pin as Bill signed 'Bill Andersen'.

funeral director-(receiving the signed certificate) "So, you're the only one in mourning?"

Bill-"He wasn't loved by many people."

Funeral director-"Oh. I see."

Bill-"How much?"

Funeral director-"Five thousand for a burial, five hundred for cremation."

Bill-(sighs) "Cremation."

funeral director-"You sure?"

Bill-"Yeah."

funeral director-"Alright. Funeral service will be on Thursday. Merry Christmas!"

Without another word, Bill leaves the funeral home. As he leaves to go home, he sees carolers and stares at them like they were just released from prison until they stop. He walks on, and see a sleigh ride go by.

Bill-"Delinquents."

It plays God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen as the camera goes through the city and shows what goes on in Minnesota at Christmas time. The title appears on screen in gold and in cursive.

A Christmas Carol: Inside Out

Also showing the actors, actresses, and the directer's names. The camera goes back to show the house as Bill enters it. The screen shows;

Five Christmas Eves later

The once brightly lit Christmas house turned into a dimly lit house of horror. Bill was sitting at the kitchen table counting paychecks, seeing he's the Manager now that Julian is dead. Riley came down and peeked around the corner of the stairwell. Not long after, Bill turned to look at her and Riley bolted back upstairs to her room.

"Your dinner's ready," Jill sorrowfully said while placing the plate on the table.

He just looked at it in disgust.

"What? She expects us to eat that?!" Bill's Anger asked in disappointment. "What does she think we are? Rabbits?!"

"She did try," Bill's Joy said in defense.

"Apparently, she didn't try hard enough, soldier!" Anger yelled. "You all know what to do."

They got ready as if they were launching a nuke, and had Bill criticize her food, terribly.

"And you expect me to eat this? Huh?" Bill asked.

"The doctor said-" Jill began.

"Said what? That I'm dying? And you go out of your way to TOURCHOR ME with THIS food the rest of my days?!" Bill yelled while standing up from his seat.

"I was only looking out for you..." Jill explained.

"It's MY JOB to look out for me! NOT YOUR'S! Your job is to fix me food. Nothing else!" Bill fought.

"You won't help yourself, so someone has to!" Jill said.

"ENOUGH!" Bill yelled as he brought his fist down on the table.

Riley, peeking over the railing of the stairs, gasped.

Joy also gasped, because the loving home she once knew had become a waking nightmare.

"Wha-" Joy began to wonder.

"Oh, that is IT!" Anger yelled, wondering over to the controls. "He canNOT do that!"

"NO! WAIT!" Fear yelled as he hit the controls at the same time Anger did and made a red and purple memory orb.

"Hey!" Riley started. "You really shouldn't...do that..."

"You! Get back upstairs before I come up there after you!" Bill yelled.

Riley widened her eyes and froze.

He heard a knock at the door before he could do anything. He answered it. Two men with light jackets on. One of the men was Bill nephew, Gil, who was eighteen.

"Yeah?" Bill asked.

"Merry Christmas, uncle!" Gil greeted as he stepped in.

"Only word I have to say about that is 'humbug'," Bill coldly said as he closed the door.

"'Humbug'? No one uses that word anymore," the other man laughed. "But, surely you don't mean that."

"No, I do," Bill said as he sat down. "And everyone who goes around with 'Merry Christmas' on his lips, should boil in his own pudding and buried with a stick of holly through his heart.

"Uncle!" Gil gasped.

"Nephew!" Bill snapped back. "Keep your Christmas in your own way and let me keep it in mine.

"Keep it? But you don't keep it!" Gil said.

"Let me leave it alone then!" Bill snapped. "Much good it's done you. Much good it'll ever do you."

"Don't be miserable, uncle! Come on! We're throwing a Christmas party! You and your family are invited!" Gil said.

"Party with you? Nah. I'll see you d*mned first!" Bill growled.

"Why? Why be so miserable, uncle? Why?" Gil asked.

"Why'd you ever get married?" Bill asked.

"Because I fell in love," Gil answered.

"Love? Heheheh! That's the only thing more ridiculous than a Merry Christmas," Bill said. "Good day."

"I don't want anything, uncle! Why can't we be friends?" Gil asked.

"Good. Day," Bill repeated.

"I'm sorry. But I still say Merry Christmas, uncle!" Gil said with glee.

"I said good day!" Bill repeated.

"And a Happy New Year!" Gil said.

"GOOD DAY!" Bill shouted.

"And very Merry Christmas to you, Jill! And I see you up there, Riley!" Gil said, shaking Jill's hand.

"Merry Christmas, Gil," Jill said.

"Merry Christmas, Gil!" Riley said from upstairs, peeking out from behind the corner of the stairs.

"I'll wait in the car," Gil said to the other man. "Good luck."

"So, what do you want?" Bill avoided.

"Uh...You know that we are with the church. We collect funds, food, or even gifts for the poor and homeless," the other man. "How much will you donate?"

"Nothing," Bill answered. "I want to be left alone. I'm unhappy at Christmas, I don't know why I should anyone else happy."

"Because Christmas is a kind, a charitable time! The only time of the year that people treat others like people and not savages!" the other man explained.

"Why don't you send them to prison for bumming a free meal?" Bill asked.

"Um...mister...quite frankly...many...would rather die..." the other man informed.

"The nerve of this guy!" Bill's Anger yelled. "Let it all out, gentlemen!"

"Good! Then let 'em! That'll lower the beggars!" Bill said.

They just looked at him, as well as Jill and Riley.

"Well...I guess I should go," the other man said.

"Yeah, you should," Bill said as he opened the door, letting him out.

He left for work shortly after the event and both Riley and Jill's emotions pondered what happened.

"Can anyone explain to me what in the world just happened?" Joy asked. "He seems, even more, heartless this Christmas than usual."

"Maybe we could suggest a divorce?" Anger suggested. "He deserves to be alone!"

"I'd hate to admit it, but Anger has a point," Joy said.

"But, w-what if he hunts us down?!" Fear asked.

"Fear, he may be heartless, but he isn't that heartless," Disgust said.

"Doesn't this kind of remind of A Christmas Carol?" Joy asked.

"Is that the one about the three Christmas ghosts?" Sadness asked.

"G-g-g-ghosts?!" Fear stuttered.

"Yeah, but Fear, don't worry about it! It's just a book!" Joy said in a comforting tone.

"Well...if you say so, Joy," Fear said, calming down.

"Maybe that'll happen to him! That'll serve him right!" Anger blurted out.

"Forget it! Let's just go to bed," Joy said.

It was time to close up in the building. One person stayed behind to help, close to the most paid worker.

"I guess you'll want the whole day off tomorrow," Bill assumed.

"It's just once a year, sir," the worker, Damion Messer said.

"Yeah. That's not an excuse for robbing your boss ever 25th of December," Bill said. "Be here earlier the next morning."

"Yessir," Damion said while grabbing his jacket and heading home.

Bill turned off the lights and went home.

The hour was 20 hours, and Bill closed up the business building for the night and tomorrow because many employees refuse to work on Christmas. He had authority to close up because, as I've said before, his employer had been dead for five years. He came home and found all the lights were out. His wife and daughter were asleep. As he grabbed his keys and reached to open the lock, he noticed a humanoid face covering the center of the door.

Bill's Anger sat up in his seat and started to examine the face.

"Is that-? No!" Anger gasped. "Examine closer, men!

"Julian?" Bill asked as he leaned forward.

It disappeared into thin air, moments later.

"Ooookaaaay?" Bill said while unlocking the door.

He went in and as he grabbed something to eat and sat down to watch TV, he heard the rumbling of chains coming from the kitchen.

"Do you hear that? What is that?" Anger asked.

"Okay, Fear! Calm down! Calm down!" Fear said to himself.

Bill froze in place and looked on to the kitchen walkway. He saw the ghost of his former employer go through, with chains nearly reaching from the living room to the kitchen. When Bill had seen it, his eyes widened in terror.

"Bill Andersen..." the ghost said as Bill stood up and backed away.

'IT'S REAL! IT'S REAL! WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Bill's Fear screamed.

Anger got out of his seat and slapped him.

"GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, MAN!" he yelled.

"O-okay..." Fear said. "I can do that...I can do that..."

"First things first," Anger said heading back to his seat. "Find out who this guy is."

"Who-who are you?" Bill asked the spirit.

"Ask me who I was," the ghost said.

"Who were you?" Bill asked.

"In life, I was your employer, Julian Montgomery," Julian introduced.

"What do want from me?" Bill asked.

"Much," Julian answered. "You don't believe in me? Do you?"

"Nah. No, I don't," Bill answered. "The doctor said to limit my food because I have a weak stomach. Indigestion. Makes me hallucinate. For all I know, you could be the mustard on the hot dog I ate before heading home."

"The mustard? On your hot dog?" Julian asked, confused.

"Yeah," Bill answered. "Yeah, there's more gravy than a grave with you, whatever you are."

Julian howled loudly. Somehow, he didn't wake up Riley and Jill.

"Okay! Okay!" Bill pleaded with the spirit.

"NOW do you believe in me?!" Julian asked as he hovered over to him.

"I do! I do!" Bill answered as he cowered in the corner. "What do you want from me?! And why do you have that chain?!"

Julian got in his face and started to explain.

"This is a chain of every chain I forged in life. I created this. I created every length! Every yard!" Julian explained. "And if my chain is this lengthy, imagine the length and the weight of the chain you bare. I witness torture every day, knowing I could've done something to prevent it! Oh! Woe was me! You've forged your chain five Christmas Eves ago, and wore it ever since."

"I-I don't understand why, you've always been a good businessman," Bill said.

"Business?! MANKIND was my business! A COMMON WELFARE was my business! That's why I'm forced to wear this chain! And look upon the people I could've helped! The people I could've changed! The lives I've ruined, knowing I can't do anything to CHANGE that!" Julian cried. "I can't rest! I can't stay! I can't linger anywhere! Oh! WOE WAS ME!"

"Uh...is there...anyway I could...change it?" Bill asked.

"That's why I'm here. To tell you that you have a chance of escaping my fate! A chance of redemption!" Julian said.

"You always were a good friend, Julian," Bill said.

"You shall be haunted by three spirits," Julian said.

"Uh...what?" Anger asked while on the edge of his seat.

"That's my chance? I don't think so," Bill said.

"It's the only way to escape my fate," Julian said. "Expect the first, tomorrow when the bell tolls one!"

"Can't you just...I don't know, have 'em swarm me? Have it over with?" Bill asked with a concerned look.

"Expect the second the following night the same hour," Julian ignored. "And the third and final one, the next night when the last stroke of twelve has ceased to vibrate."

As he finished, he went over to the window and opened it.

"Look to see me no more," Julian said as he flew out the window and into the sky.

Bill, stunned, he fell asleep onto the couch.

The clock sounded, and woke Bill up. He froze and waited a few moments for the first spirit. When a few moments has passed, he was about to say 'liar' when a blinding light shown from behind him. He looked and immediately covered his eyes. It was so bright, that his emotions couldn't even see anything.

"Are you what Julian told me about?" Bill asked.

"I am. And much more will be," the spirit answered.

"Who...are you?" Bill asked.

"I am the Spirit of Christmas Past," Past answered.

"Long...past?" Bill asked.

"No. Your past," the spirit answered. "Arise and walk with me."

The spirit grabbed Bill's hand and led him to the second story window, and to his surprise, his family was still asleep, never once woke up from all of the racket he and the current spirits were making. They reached the window.

"No! I-I'll fall!" Bill pleaded.

"No, you won't," the spirit reassured. "All I must do is to touch your heart."

The spirit touched the exact location that Bill's heart was and the house started to disappear and a snowy ground and trees appeared underneath him and across from him.

"Okay, what just happened?" Anger asked himself and the rest of the crew.

"We have no clue, sir!" Fear informed. "We've never seen anything like it!"

"What is happening to us?" Anger asked himself.

They turned around, and Bill saw his schoolmates go by in mustangs singing Christmas carols.

"Wait...I know them!" Bill shouted with glee. "I know every single one of them! They went to school with me!"

He then saw his best friend go by.

"Joeseph? Hey! Joe!" Bill called but didn't get any answer.

"We are merely the shadows of the past. These are the shadows of the things that have been," the spirit informed him. "Let's go. We have more to do."

They went to his old school, to witness one boy that never went home. Bill sat down at a desk near the boy.

"Is this you?" the spirit asked, knowing that it was.

"Yes," Bill answered. "I never went home that Christmas."

"Why?" the spirit asked, already knowing the answer.

"My...father didn't want me around after my mother died," Bill sorrowfully explained. "He was miserable, turned on me. I don't blame him. I would've done the same thing."

Bill focused his eyes on the ground.

"Let's see another Christmas," the spirit said.

They saw the building age around them, like a bad tomato.

"I am just a lost for words, men," Anger said.

"We are too," Bill's Disgust said, whilst staring in awe.

Bill looked to see himself a year older at the front of the classroom pacing, wondering why his father didn't want him. Suddenly, Bill's little sister burst through the door.

"Billy! Billy!" his sister chanted while running toward him.

"Sarah?" Bill's younger self asked in disbelief as he went over to hug Sarah.

"Dad's changed, Billy!" Sarah said gleefully.

"What?" young Bill asked.

"He changed! Dad actually sent me to get you! In a cab!" Sarah explained.

Young Bill hugged his sister and went out to the taxi. Bill and the spirit watched.

"That your sister?" the spirit asked, knowing that it was.

"Yes," Bill answered.

"She had children," the spirit said.

"One kid," Bill said. "Gil. She died in childbirth and his father, my brother-in-law looked after him. He died after Gil turned eighteen."

"More Christmases await," the spirit said while dragging Bill to the next Christmas.

"I know this! This is where I used to work as a teenager!" Bill said in front of a fancy restaurant.

"Let's go on," the spirit said, leading him inside the establishment.

As he saw his old employer and friend, which both were dead, he was enthralled.

"There's my old boss! He's alive again! He called himself 'Grill Servo' to the customers. He wanted to be entertaining so the people in his restaurant would feel at home. His real name was Sam Langton. He was Irish or Scottish. I couldn't figure out which and I never asked." Bill told the spirit. "And over there, waiting the table next to mine, is my best friend, John Williams. He died a couple of years after this by cancer."

"When?" the spirit asked, knowing when.

"December 25th," Bill answered.

The clock sounded.

"Hahahaha! Christmas time, boys!" Sam shouted with excitement in his voice. "Time for our little Christmas bash! Haha! See if you can get the customers to help get it set up!"

"Alright, Bill," John said with a grin on his face. "I'll get the customers, you get the band and the decoration, and such. Alright?"

"Alright," teen Bill said, hurrying to get the party stuff.

"Okay, guys! Christmas time! Could some of you help me get the Christmas party started?" John asked.

Many of the customers jumped up almost immediately to help.

Later, Christmas music of the 90s plays as everyone was up and dancing, drinking, having fun. The spirit and Bill were observing. As they finished, Sam sang one of those songs that make you wonder why it was even written and Bill's sister arrived. Teen Bill took her coat and hugged her.

"She loved you more than anything in the world," the spirit said.

"I know," Bill said.

"Let's move on to another Christmas," the spirit said.

"Geez! This guy! Changes Christmases every five minutes!" Anger said.

Next thing Bill knew, the scene changed to a snowy park. They watched as teen Bill walked with his sister.

"As far as I'm concerned, only the people who pursue a passion of wealth should be allowed in Minnesota," teen Bill said. "The poor are the ones who commit robbery and such. It'd be safer."

"You fear the world too much, Bill," Sarah said. "You only care about being rich. One passion which is money."

"I may have become wiser, but I haven't changed, have I?" teen Bill asked.

"The Bill I know's gone. I want my bigger brother back," Sarah pled.

"Back then, I was a boy. I'm a man now," teen Bill said.

"There's no use in trying to change you," Sarah said. "You're too far gone. I don't know you anymore!"

Sarah got up and left.

"No! No!" Bill mumbled. "Go after her!"

Teen Bill thought of it but didn't.

"GO AFTER HER!" Bill yelled. "WHY DOESN'T HE GO AFTER HER?!"

Sarah disappeared into the snow.

"You never spoke to her again, have you?" the spirit spoke up.

"She died without another word to me," Bill said. "Take me home! Stop torturing me!"

He arrived at the stairs of the house, followed by the spirit. He turned to face her.

"STOP FOLLOWING ME!" Bill yelled.

He went down to her, grabbed her cap and covered the light with it. He pulled it over the spirit, and the light just showed through, blinding him.