Scratch

Well, it's getting even nearer to that time of year again, folks, Christmas! First of all, let's review somethings I've been telling you all about. First of all, I'm glad you all loved my site. http://christmasmania.yolasite.com/ I worked really hard on it. Please, tell me what you think about it again. You could do it in either this forum, or this one. http://scratch.mit.edu/forums/viewtopic.php?id=51403 I recently made a new Christmas Scratch project. http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/PandaGuy/1480972 I added in music and everything I could. Please, comment on this project, or tell me what you think about it here. Another thing, I recently made a new game series called 'Cooking Mama Fruit Ninja Cookoff'. Right now, it's a trilogy. I want you to all check it out. This is the first one http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/PandaGuy/1480021, this is the second one http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/PandaGuy/1480341, and this the third one http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/PandaGuy/1480729. I also made this project sometime ago. http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/PandaGuy/1451413 You move the little snowman around. I also made this for the Oh! The Places You'll Go thing, but no one has done anything with it.    Anyways, here it is. http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/PandaGuy/1451413 It features the sneetches! YAY!    I also made a forum with one of my little Christmas stories in it, but I deleted it because it got a little out of hand too me. Here it is again. Tell me what you think about my Christmas story! I thought everything up in this story, and I typed it all up myself.                 

It was in the middle of the night, all was silent, everyone had been asleep for hours. During these days, people believed in Santa Clause more, is why everyone had fallen asleep very early, except, of course, for my parents. They would be out of town for awhile, and they left me in charge, since I was the eldest sibling. It was almost one o'clock in the morning when the strangest point of my story began. I heard, in the corner of my ear, a faint jingling sound. It grew louder and louder. In fact, it grew so loud that I had to pull the covers over my head to block out the sound. Unfortunately, my bothers and sisters were too asleep to hear it. When the jingle died down, I decided to go out into the livingroom and take a look. Believe it or not, I actually saw one of the cookies half-bitten. The milk was halfway down to the bottom. I didn't come to conclusions right away that it was Santa, but instead I kept thinking it might've been my parents coming home early. I crept out even more and took an even better look. Something tall and round was crouched down at the Christmas tree. Suddenly, I did think it was Santa. Yeah, my dad's tall, but not that tall. My mom? Well, she's average size, but this guy was huge. For all I know, he was eight feet tall 'cause it looked a lot like that. Then the guy turned around and tried to see if anyone was there. At this point, I quickly pulled my head back, so he won't spot me. He then walked over to the cookies and milk and continued chowing down on them. He looked over again and saw there was no one because I had hidden myself again, and he left up the chimney. I heard him shout out on the rooftop, "Merry Christmas!" Desperate to find out more, I went over to the Christmas tree and saw that there was a whole bunch of presents! There must have been a million! In reality, there was 23, since there was so many people in my family. They include Mama, Papa, Raymond, Simon, Karen, Sasha, Nicole, Taisho, and my Grandpa and Grandma. I almost shouted in glee, but I managed to contain myself. I went over to the chimney and looked up.
"Boy, I sure wish I could climb up a chimney like Santa sure can," I said to myself.
Since there was nothing to watch on television, except for late-night talk shows and lame midnight toons, I went up after him. I took one foot and set it up onto the chimney wall. I took my other and also set it, and the rest pretty much followed. I took huge gasps of air each second. I was so exhausted when I came up that I had to stop and rest for awhile. Once I had just enough rest, I prepared myself for the biggest leap of my life, a jump from my roof to the snowy ground beneath. When I finally decided to jump, I closed my eyes, for I wasn't the strongest kid on the block if you know what I mean. I hugged the snow as tightly as a teddy bear and stood up. I was so releaved that I had made it out without a single scratch, but I was sort of frostbitten, but it healed almost too quickly. I ran across the snow-streched neighborhood and heard nothing, but a few owls and some crickets, and of course the occasional dog barking. I finally encountered the big man yet again. He was dressed all in red from his head to his toes. He wore a typical Santa Clause hat and his typical clothing and his typical boots. He was going down to someone else's chimney, but, of course, not everyone has a chimney. This person did, though. I climbed up slowly and slid quietly down the chimney, without making a sound. Me, being so gullible, didn't stop to notice the fireplace had been left on. Only when I heard a few painful yells, I reacted. I approached the fire and blew it out, climbed out into the livingroom and saw Santa struck with a burnt butt and jumping up and down. I dashed up to him and did what I would usually do, I blew out the fire on his butt. He haulted and looked over to me.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"Well, I...I saw something in my house," I replied.
"This isn't your house," he said yet again. "What the heck are you doing here, silly boy?"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have followed you to begin with," I said to him.
"Well, do you want to take a ride in my sleigh?" he said back to me.
"Well, it all depends if you're really the real Santa Clause, and not just some phoney who's dressed up as him," I said to Santa.
'My reindeer were flying and I had a huge bag of toys," Santa said. "How could you not think I'm the real Santa?"
"Well, I'm not supposed to go with random strangers, so I just wanted to make sure," I said.
"Okay, I see you're relying a lot on your parents' advice," he said to me."Keep up the good work, but you have to go now. I'm on a pretty tight schedule, so I can't waist my time having fun at one person's house this year. Unless, like I said, you want to take a ride on my sleigh. So, do you care to take a ride?"
"I guess so," I replied to him.
I entered the sleigh, and me and him were on our way.


To be continued...
Hope you all liked it. Please. tell me what you think about in the replies section of this thread. Thank you. 


Here are some stories I obviously didn't create...


How The Grinch Stole Christmas

by Dr. Suess


Every Who
Down in Who-ville
Liked Christmas a lot...

But the Grinch,
Who lived just North of Who-ville,
Did NOT!

The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

But,
Whatever the reason,
His heart or his shoes,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Whos,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Who down in Who-ville beneath
Was busy now, hanging a mistleoe wreath.

"And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his grinch fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!"
For, tomorrow, he knew...


...All the Who girls and boys
Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!

Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd feast! And they'd feast!
And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would start on Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast-beast
Which was something the Grinch couldn't stand in the least!

And THEN
They'd do something he liked least of all!
Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Whos would start singing!

They'd sing! And they'd sing!
AND they'd SING! SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Grinch thought of the Who-Christmas-Sing
The more the Grinch thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
"Why for fifty-three years I've put up with it now!
I MUST stop Christmas from coming!
...But HOW?"

Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE GRINCH
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!

"I know just what to do!" The Grinch Laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Grinchy trick!
"With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Nick!"

"All I need is a reindeer..."
The Grinch looked around.
But since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Grinch...?
No! The Grinch simply said,
"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!"
So he called his dog Max. Then he took some red thread
And he tied a big horn on top of his head.

THEN
He loaded some bags
And some old empty sacks
On a ramshakle sleigh
And he hitched up old Max.



Then the Grinch said, "Giddyap!"
And the sleigh started down
Toward the homes where the Whos
Lay a-snooze in their town.

All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care
When he came to the first house in the square.
"This is stop number one," The old Grinchy Claus hissed
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.

Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
Where the little Who stockings all hung in a row.
"These stockings," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"

Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums!
Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!

Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Whos' feast!
He took the Who-pudding! He took the roast beast!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that Grinch even took their last can of Who-hash!

Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
"And NOW!" grinned the Grinch, "I will stuff up the tree!"

And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who!
Little Cindy-Lou Who, who was not more than two.

The Grinch had been caught by this little Who daughter
Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
She stared at the Grinch and said, "Santy Claus, why,
"Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?"

But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied,
"There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side.
"So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear.
"I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."

And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head
And he got her a drink and he sent he to bed.
And when Cindy-Lou Who went to bed with her cup,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!

Then the last thing he took
Was the log for their fire.
Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks, and some wire.

And the one speck of food
The he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.


Then
He did the same thing
To the other Whos' houses

Leaving crumbs
Much too small
For the other Whos' mouses!

It was quarter past dawn...
All the Whos, still a-bed
All the Whos, still a-snooze
When he packed up his sled,
Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!
The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!

Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mount Crumpit,
He rode to the tiptop to dump it!
"Pooh-pooh to the Whos!" he was grinch-ish-ly humming.
"They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!
"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
"The all the Whos down in Who-ville will all cry BOO-HOO!"

"That's a noise," grinned the Grinch,
"That I simply must hear!"
So he paused. And the Grinch put a hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow...

But the sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so!
But it WAS merry! VERY!

He stared down at Who-ville!
The Grinch popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!

Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!
IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!

And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?
It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
"It came without packages, boxes or bags!"
And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store.
"Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"

And what happened then...?
Well...in Who-ville they say
That the Grinch's small heart
Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light
And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
And he...

...HE HIMSELF...!
The Grinch carved the roast beast!





Here's the full The Night Before Christmas story...

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
   

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Also, don't forget to make a list of your favorite Christmas movies and specials.
Here's mine.


Movies:
The Santa Clause movies
Polar Express
Sorry, I can't think of any others right now...

Specials:
Prep & Landing
Phineas and Ferb Christmas Vacation
SpongeBob Christmas episode
A Charlie Brown Christmas
Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends Christmas episode
Kung Fu Panda Christmas special
Merry Madagascar 
That's all I got for now, folks...later...








Please, don't remove this thread because it is another Christmas forum. I'm just excited about Christmas, is all. Thank you.    Merry Christmas! For those of you that don't celebrate it...Happy Holidays! 

Last edited by PandaGuy (2010-12-16 12:56:06)