The time is 11:59 PM, as seen on Mortimer's clock. The suitors are as rowdy as ever, while Minnie looks at the clock nervously.
Mortimer (walking up): Well, my dear fortune-guarding daughter, at this rate your Mickey has failed! Time to make your choice!
(distracted from her worrying, then taking on a façade of haughty confidence): Why—absolutely not!
I know my Mickey will come down here with the greatest Yule log in the world in the next minute, and you're going to accept our love!
*turning away from Mortimer and lapsing back into worrying* Oh, Mickey, please make it!Mickey, in the meantime, has reached the last stretch—he begins sprinting faster and faster, and eventually races at an unbelievably high speed, his brush strokes passing across the screen in less than five frames! Such it is that his speeding makes the sound of a siren!
Mortimer: Twenty seconds, Minnie! He ain't comin'!
: Oh....Mickey is now at the edge of the village, from there zipping through all the decorated cabins and well on his way to the cabin!
Mortimer (looking passionate and insane): Five seconds!The clock ticks on! 11:59:59....
: MICKEY!!...suddenly Mickey crashes through the door and speeds past Minnie, crashing right into Mortimer, and Minnie watches and shakes in horror as what sounds like a chain of horrific car accidents occurs off-screen! The sounds keep on going as a long pan reveals the destruction—Mickey, unable to stop, is now crashing into and knocking out all the suitors and destroying their Yule logs, which are broken over the suitors' heads, shoved down their throats or up their shirts, trapping or crushing them, etc.!!
Towards the end of the long trail of destruction, one last, awful crash is heard—and, as it happens, sitting at the very end of the carnage is Mickey, crashed into the back wall so badly that great cracks have developed, breathing very heavily such that his chest puffs out and in. His clothes are worse for the wear, a sign of his troubles with the henchbillies—but at last, his arduous journey down the mountain has ended, and right before midnight!
coming over, almost bursting into tears): Oh, Mickey, I was so worried!
*touching Mickey, showing genuine care* Are you all right?
(still breathing heavily, but taking his bûche de Noël out from under his hat, opening up the plate lid; it has survived through all this time!): I......I've got the Yule log, Minnie. It's nice, isn't it?
Oh, you shouldn't have....She sheds a tear, then wipes it away as she sniffs. This lovely scene is, I'm afraid, short-lived...from out of where Mickey crashed into the wall comes Mortimer, looking and feeling positively demented as he stares at the two horrified lovers!! He growls as he forcefully grabs away Mickey's Yule log!
Mortimer (panting): So......this is your Yule log, isn't it? Well...
you wanna know what I think? I think it's a *throwing the cake down on the ground* USELESS, putrid waste of flour!He roars and snarls as, in a sadistic orgy, he stomps all over the cake, squishing it around and jumping on it, then taking the remains and throwing them on the ground and squishing them again!! Minnie hysterically sobs, while Mickey can only look on in horror!
Mortimer (his psychoses having peaked, and now rubbing himself in Mickey's face): Well....where's your Yule log now, highlander? Where is it!? Face it—you're a good-for-nothing made of moldy Christmas leftovers!! And as for YOU!!He has pointed right in the sobbing Minnie's face, causing her to scream and try to restrain her sobs in fear!
Mortimer: Your boyfriend has failed to meet my requirements!
Now...choose which of these suitors you're going to marry and get it over with!!Minnie looks around the scene of knocked-out suitors nervously, while Mickey looks down, quite saddened. Finally...
: I choose....none of them!!
(brightening up): *gasp*
(standing up to Mortimer!): Thaaaat's right! I have had enough of you dictating who I get to marry just because you're my father! Well guess what? I don't have to marry anybody!Mickey, who was quite excited up to this point, is let down again. But Minnie reassures him...
: But, uh, that doesn't mean I can't run away with you nonetheless!
(once again happy): To the chapel in the woods we go!And so the two happy hillbilly mice run out through Mortimer's back door, while Mortimer, quite surprised that his daughter could possibly stand up to him, is left stammering.
Mortimer: B-bu-b-but wait! Wha-what about my fortune! My....He turns to the front window...and takes—the missile that was launched at the end of the last post is heading right for the cabin!!
The resulting giant explosion sends all the cabin's Christmas decorations flying, and violently rocks the region!
In an animated tour-de-force in which everything is deliciously timed to "Joy to the World", the trees surrounding the path to the chapel fall onto each other sequentially to each beat of the song, resulting in them forming wedding "arches" over the path! After four "arches" have formed, while the trees further down continue falling and forming arches, the Christmas decorations from Mortimer's cabin began falling perfectly onto each succeeding group of four "arches"—for each group, first the ribbons, then the lights, then the ornaments, and finally the wreaths (one in the center of each "arch"), each one timed down to the beat!
As all this musical synchronization continues, Mickey and Minnie run down the decorated path happily...and that's when the ring that was on Mickey's Yule log, sent flying by the explosion as well, lands on Minnie's finger! Mickey and Minnie look at each other lovingly, and continue their trek onward to the chapel, the Star of Bethlehem shining over them.
Meanwhile, Mortimer rises out of the ashes of his cabin, quite charred and defeated.
Mortimer (to the fourth wall): Happy Christmas to all, and to me a good night!
*passes out*Iris out on the fainted Mortimer! "Joy to the World" comes to a grand, flourishing close...
And now, folks, time for one last Christmas message from me, with important information pertaining to these holiday threads!
First off, I would like to thank all of you kind folks who bothered to read the holiday threads I supervised this year. Believe me, I've put great
effort into making these threads as compelling and entertaining yet true to the Golden Age as possible–a definite change from what these party threads used to be–and I hope that it was all worth it.
I would particularly like to thank wiley207 and Mister Bighead (formerly texwolf42). They were the biggest influences on my writing style back when this account was occupied by the Dogfather, and both supported the new direction I was taking these threads in.
Getting your way naturally results in conflict with others who see things differently. In this regard, I am grateful to ParamountCartoons and Justin Delbert for putting up with my ego, and I must apologize to them for the (at times) great offenses I have caused them in regards to these threads.
For this particular thread, very special thanks must go to Mac, who provided me with great suggestions and ideas–most, if not all of which made it into the final thread.
And, of course, I am thankful to eutychus for allowing these threads to happen, and letting me supervise them.
Now onto business: it is not without a tinge of nostalgia and sadness that I am officially ending these holiday threads. I am quite burned out, and would like to spend my free time on more worthwhile activities (I need to get back to work on my Liner Notes); no one else has shown any particular willingness to keep these threads going on a regular basis while maintaining high standards. There will only be one more holiday thread from me after this one–the lost holiday thread that was supposed to be this year's Thanksgiving thread. I intend to go all out on this thread in order to wrap up these threads on a high note, and maybe even make it the best holiday thread period, so chances are it won't show up until late next year. And that will be the 5th anniversary of the IAD Forums, so it should definitely be something to look forward to!
Before I go, I'd like to wrap up some loose ends related to last year's rather depressing IAD Christmas Carol:
-I'm sure most of you remember the plot line dealing with how Princess Peach's orphanage depends on funds brought in by these party threads. Now that these threads are ending, don't worry; we've found other sources of money, most notably from sympathetic citizens of Videoville who discovered our plight, but also from, of course, the annual donations Daffy promised to make towards the end of that Carol thread (under duress, admittedly).
-Regarding the one heart-wrenching scene set in Peach's orphanage in that thread, I forgot to note that it–particularly the harrowing descriptions of all the poor, sick orphans–was very much based on what I had witnessed in real life at the time. Specifically, it was a DVD from a Vietnamese Franciscan charity showing the work they do amongst lepers and other diseased folks, along with pleas to help them out. So as melodramatic as that scene may seem–and the whole deal with us having only a can of soup and two bottles of milk to spare is definitely made up–it definitely has a basis in reality!
Well, I hope you folks have had a Happy Christmas! I will continue contributing to the Internet Animation Database in other ways, in addition to pursuing my interests in general. Remember, late next year is these forums' 5th anniversary–and do stay tuned for the last, lost holiday thread, which I hope will be done by then.
Until then, though, thanks again for reading my holiday threads!