It was Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Daisy, Goofy, and all the kids. “We’re going caroling,” Minnie said. “And you’re coming with us.”
“Go away! It’s just another humbug morning!” Scrooge shouted.
But one house on the hill was dark. Inside, Scrooge McDuck sat counting his money by candlelight, a scowl etched on his beak. “Christmas? Humbug! Just a day when people expect gifts instead of earning their interest ,” he grumbled. His only decoration was a single, dusty stocking with a hole in the toe. Mickey-s Once Upon A Christmas
The sun rose on a true Christmas morning. Donald finished the train, and its whistle blew a cheerful “Happy Birthday” tune. Minnie’s cookies, though spicy, were a hit. And at the door of Scrooge McDuck, there was a knock.
“It’s me, Mr. McDuck. I think you have something of Donald’s.” It was Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Daisy, Goofy, and
That night, around the town tree, the entire gang sang “Deck the Halls.” Scrooge didn’t sing high. He didn’t sing low. He just stood there, surrounded by friends, a tiny golden gear warm in his pocket—the most valuable thing he owned.
In the kitchen, Minnie was in a sugary panic. “Clara Cluck’s recipe said a pinch of nutmeg, but I used a pound !” she sighed, waving a handkerchief to clear a cloud of spice. Daisy, helping to frost cookies, just smiled. “Don’t worry, Minnie. The spirit of Christmas covers a multitude of baking sins.” It’s just another humbug morning
And Pluto? He finally got his wish. A giant, squeaky bone-shaped bow, which he wore proudly on his nose for the rest of the night.