A Christmas Carol: A Musical (Sonic Edition!)

(Be mindful that not all characters are actual sonic characters)
Staff:
Ebenezer Scrooge- Shadow the Hedgehog
Crachit- Sonic the Hedgehog
Mrs. Crachit- Amy the Hedgehog
Tiny Tim- Tails the Fox
Martha Crachit- Cream the Rabbit
Mr. Smythe- Knuckles the Echidna
Grace Smythe- Cydnee the Echidna
A Beadle- Espio the Chameleon
Businessmen Jet the Hawk, Vector the Crocodile
Mopwomen- Wave the Swallow, Tikal the Echidna
Charity Men- Silver the Echidna, Nack the Weasel, Mighty the Armadillo
Fishmonger- Big the Cat
Poulterer- Storm the Albatross
Fred Anderson- Ray the Flying Squirrel
Jonathon- Chip
Christmas Past/Lamplighter- Rouge the Bat
Christmas Present/Sandwichboard- Charmy Bee
Christmas Future/Blind Old Hag- Blaze the Cat
Mrs. Mops- Honey the Cat
Jacob Marley- Leo the Ocelot
Judge- Emerl
Scrooge's Father- Mephiles the Dark (LOL, why not?)
Scrooge's Mother- Marine the Racoon
Workhouse Boys- Orbot and Cubot
Mr. Hawkins- Elliot the Wolf
Fezziwig- Mecha Sonic (o3o)
Emily- Maria Robotnik
Mrs. Fezziwig- Metal Sonic (olol, running out of chars)
Abundance and Charity Girls- Chao Ensemble
Sally Anderson- Sally Acorn (You guys're gonna hate me for this...)
Anderson Boy- Eli the Chipmunk
Anderson Guests- Random chars of Chipmunk, Squirrels and that lot.
Want- Bocoe
Ignorance- Decoe
Gravediggers- Marauders
Monks- You don't even see their faces! Why should YOU care?!
Townspeople and etc- Random Chars. (I'm done, THANK GOSH)

Snowy rooftops are a common sight in London, on 1843's Christmas Eve. The dark, foggy, bitterly cold weather, though foreboding, is ignored by the dainty English Residents. In fact, a group of carolers are happily dancing throughout town. Why, you can hear them now!

Hear the bells all over
London town
How joyously they ring.
See the lamps all aglow
In London town
And hear each caroler sing.
Bring a happy heart
To London townAnd spread your kindly cheer.
Harken while you may
For Christmas Day is near!
Harken while you may
For Christmas Day is near…


A young tiger kindly shakes her neighbor's hand. "Merry Christmas to ya, sir!"

A Christmas Carol, a ghost's story of Christmas.
Marley was dead, there was no doubt about that.
The death notice was signed by the clergyman, the clerk,
the undertaker, and the chief mourner, Scrooge, his business partner, signed it.
And Scrooge's name was good for anything he put it to.

But Scrooge never painted out Marley's name.
There it stood for years afterwards above their warehouse door "Scrooge & Marley".

Oh, but he was a mean, tight-fisted old man.
A squeezing, grabbing, grasping, greedy old sinner.
This Christmas, as usual, Scrooge sat busy counting his money in his office.
If he looked up, which was rare, through the fog he saw people outside,
wheezing and coughing up and down, beating their hands upon their breasts
and stamping their feet on the pavements to warm them.

The city clocks had only just struck three, but it was dark already,
and the fog came pouring in, and seemed to form shadows like icy ghosts.
But the cold was nothing to the cold within Scrooge.
It froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shriveled his cheek, and stiffened his walk.
There's frost on his head, on his eyebrows and within his soul.
He carries his own low temperature about him.
And for him, today is nothing special, nothing to bring warmth to him or to his office.

Scrooge looked up at the dark sky. "Christmas! Eh! Christmas..." A voice behind him made him jump. "Sir..." Scrooge turned around hastily. "What is it? What do you want?!" It was Cratchit, of course. The blue hedgehog, though quick to help his struggling family, was seen as just a filthy peasant to Scrooge himself. "If you please, sir-" "WHAT?!" "If you please, sir, I would appreciate a little more coal...for the fire. If you please, sir." Scrooge only scowled. "Some more coal, Cratchit?" Cratchit got onto his knees and grabbed his hand pleadingly. "Oh yes, sir. If you please, sir!" Scrooge scowled once again at this begging peasant. "Well I don't please. You sit there all day long, roasting yourself at my expense and then ask me for more coal. I let you have a shovelfull yesterday, don't you remember?"
Cratchit looked indeed ready to shout. "Yes, Sir, but-" "Then what are you complaining for? I bless my soul if it wasn't Christmas Eve, I should order you off my premises." Crachit gasped. "For good?" Scrooge carried on his stroll through the building. "Do you understand, Cratchit? Clerks...a tin, a penny." Cratchit tipped his hat. "Oh, I'm sorry, Sir!" Scrooge pointed his cane menacingly at his company. "Sorry now, is it?Sorry doesn't replace all the coal you're burn each week at my expense. Get back to your desk and finish your work!"