Come on, Max. It's our first stop. ...the old Grinchy Claus hissed, and he climbed to the...

The Grinch: [arrives on the roof with Max] Come on, Max. It's our first stop. Narrator: ...the old Grinchy Claus hissed, and he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist. [the Grinch prepares to go down the chimney with rope on his feet] Narrator: He'd slide down the chimney, a rather tight pinch but if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch. The Grinch: [imitating sports announcer] He's planning a double-twisting interrupted by forward-flying 2-and-a-half with a combo tuck and pike. High degree of difficulty. [jumps high in the air as bungee jumping while vocalizing] The Grinch: Whoo! [leans closer to the chimney] The Grinch: Laa-Laaa-Laaaaaaa! [lands in the chimney upside down, and gets stuck since he gained a couple of pounds from the Whobilation] Narrator: He got stuck only once, for a moment or two. The Grinch: Blasted water weight. Goes right to my hips. [struggles his arms to free himself as he slides down and lands and hits his head by the fireplace] The Grinch: Ow! Gee! [looks at the view of the living room] Narrator: Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue... The Grinch: [to the narrator; breaking the fourth wall] Shh! A little more stealth, please. Narrator: [whispering] ... Where the little Who stockings are all hung in a row. The Grinch: These stockings... Narrator: [normal voice] ... he grinned... The Grinch: ...are the first things to go. [picks out a jar of moths] The Grinch: Okay, fellas. Chow time. [frees the moths, sticks his head back up just as the moths eat the stockings. Then, the Grinch lowers a hose, and sucks everything into his bag, as he laughs evilly]