Scrooge-&-Cratchit: Dragon Jar(s)

Morally frail capitalism-fatso Ebenezer Scrooge may find class, but not before his quiet skyscraper-clerk (Bob Cratchit) finds mice-for-witness, in this Dickens-tale adaptation.

Adaptation of Dickens' Christmas Carol characterizations. Thanks so much for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of adaptation contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to the referenced Charles Dickens work of inspiration and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/criticism/translation).

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Ambitious (and vain?) Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge had fast-become the Xmas-consumerism spirits visage of excellence in capitalism arms and cast his special Ford extension association company for great TV-languages as the Super Bowl TV-ad culture for the New Year stood in anticipations modes for audiences in the West (American Homeland)...Facebook-like.

BOB CRATCHIT (Clerk-Assistant to Scrooge): This skyscraper's Babel-symbol IQ.

SCROOGE: Out with his Bob...you have some ad-revenue grudge for fortunes.

BOB: Well, me thinks flowering my own family-wealth alongside you is Hell.

SCROOGE: Me thinks you make light of the density of capitalism's worry, sir.

BOB: You're my boss and the sir for me...I only wonder if I'm just a doll-IQ.

SCROOGE: If there's one thing I've learned about capitalism, it's quiet-arm.

BOB: I'll be walking around post-work tonight thinking of your skyscraper.

SCROOGE: You just might encounter a dragon with nihilist message, Bob.

BOB: I'll be fine, Scrooge (Facebook-like).

Scrooge was right, for Cratchit really was making light of having fortune image alongside his wealthy and triumphant Xmas-consumerism punctuated boss as the Super Bowl ad-culture languages for hyperbole fast approached in the American Homeland. As Bob wandered around brooding pensively/darkly about being a randomized fortunate profiteer in Scrooge's skyscraper, he was suddenly approached by the presence of a nihilist dragon-spirit who simply wished to inquire of Bob Cratchit's humble-sense of capitalism arms, given all this fortune-density self-consciousness 'IQ' for Earthling media (Facebook-like).

DRAGON: You seek to fly-away to Buffalo for family-escapism from vanity?

BOB CRATCHIT: I was merely complaining about the vanities of indulgences.

DRAGON: You worked quietly as a profiting skyscraper-assistant to Scrooge?

BOB CRATCHIT: I merely brooded privately about being Scrooge's doll, pal!

DRAGON: Well...maybe this escape-plan daydream to Buffalo-NY is Heaven?

BOB CRATCHIT: What do you want with a lowly-clerk to capitalism, dragon?

DRAGON: Maybe what I offer you is that solace for private-prayer imagery.

BOB CRATCHIT: What do you want?

DRAGON: I recommend you fly to Buffalo with family to find perfect peace.

BOB CRATCHIT: You imply my Catholic (American) faith invokes Selfie-love.

DRAGON: Fail to find your private Heaven and worry for capitalism pitfalls.

BOB CRATCHIT: Your dragon-dark message is one of self-imposed sadness.

DRAGON: Take heed my message, Bob...American Xmas-fortune is home.

BOB CRATCHIT: You conclude I make light of private luck and dismiss prayers?

DRAGON: I'm not wrong, Bob...find prayer and let Scrooge find jars.

BOB CRATCHIT: Maybe you're right (Selfie-like).

The irony of this faerie-tale of Xmas-capitalism incomplete-distances readings of the breadth/bridges of fortune and self-indulgences is that Bob Cratchit, the unlikely lowly-assistant/clerk of Scrooge, a fortunate/wealthy capitalism 'aficionado' had to find the right self-consciousness for spacing to allow the actual 'protagonists' of commerce life's ethics frailty to take the reins of any storyboard main-idea for improvements. You see, Bob Cratchit was in-position to find perfect private/space for quiet and humble economics-work for indulgences-threatened capitalism 'gods' like Ebenezer Scrooge would be moved to states of eternal jar shine (wow).

GRACE (Cratchit's Wife): Sad morning for New Year, '25, Bob darling.

CRATCHIT: I almost pitied myself too much for becoming Scrooge's doll, hon.

GRACE: Visiting this tombstone of my poor-cousin killed this Xmas is prayer!

CRATCHIT: We workers for capitalism's annals must find prayers for Hell.

GRACE: Maybe that dragon-specter instilled in you right-space for heroics!

CRATCHIT: Hopefully, the forces of eternity move to make Scrooge better.

GRACE: That just is truth with angels like you to pray for mortal-thoughts.

CRATCHIT: That's honest Catholic-lottery, hon (Selfie-like).

SCROOGE: This looks like bread-bowl cuisine fit for a NY-monarch, lady.

WAITRESS: You've the sound of a capitalism fatso who needs some love, hon.

SCROOGE: I've been divorced and I found wealth...all's I need is this plate.

WAITRESS: Damn...maybe you need to heed the aura of humble humans now.

SCROOGE: What, like my skyscraper-clerk assistant, quiet Bob Cratchit, hon?

WAITRESS: Maybe your 'friend' (Mr. Bob Cratchit) has found actual cool.

SCROOGE: This has the sound of some Catholic-omen, maybe cinema text.

WAITRESS: Hey, I'm just a messenger, a jewelry waitress (Facebook-like).

SCROOGE: Cool (Selfie-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)