The way Pythor's Bah Humbug. Pythor's Song and Yuna explains to Pythor about Christmas goes in Princess Yuna's Christmas Carol.

Pythor P. Chumsworth: Bah Humbug!

Roary: Something's wrong with Pythor, It's not like him.

As the song "Scrooge" begins.

Chorus: When a cold when blows it chills you

Chills you to the bone
But there's nothing in nature that freezes your heart
Like years of being alone
It paints you with indifference
Like a lady paints for it's worth
And the worst of the worst
The most hated and cursed
Is the one that who's called Chumsworth
Unkind as any and he wrath of many
This is Pythor P. Chumsworth
There goes Mister Humbug
There goes Mister Grim
If they gave a prize for being mean
The winner would be him
Oh Pythor loves his money
Cause he thinks it gives him power
If he became a flavor
You can bet he would be sour
There goes Mister Skinflint
There goes Mister Greed
The undisputed master of
The underhanded deed
He charges folks a fortune
For his dark and drafty houses
Us poor folk live in misery
It's even worse for mouses
He must be so lonely
He must be so sad
He goes to extremes
To convince us he's bad
He's really a victim of fear and afraid
Look close and there be a sweet man inside...
There goes Mister Outrage
There goes Mister Sneer
He has no time for friends or fun
His anger makes that clear
Don't ask him for a favor
Cause his nastiness increases
No crust of bread for those in
No cheeses for us mices
There goes Mister Heartless
There goes Mister Cruel
He never gives he only takes
Lets his hunger rule
If being mean's a way of life
You'd practice and rehearse
Then all that work is paying off
'Cause Pythor's getting worse
Everyday in every way
Pythor's getting worse

Pythor P. Chumsworth: Humbug!

Princess Yuna: Come on, Guys, Let's go see what's wrong with Pythor.

Stary: Right, Yuna.

Snowdrop: I don't know, He seems scary.

Pythor P. Chumsworth: Jack! What're you doing!?

Jack Skellington: I was just filling up the Ink, Pythor.

Pythor P. Chumsworth: You did it last week, Now, Get to work.

Jack Skellington: Yes, Pythor.

Turbo: Hey, guys!

Golden Scissor: Merry Christmas!

Jack Skellington: Same to you my friends.

Pythor P. Chumsworth: What do you two want?

Silver Bracelet: We're here to invite you guys on a Christmas Party in Canterlot tomorrow.

Golden Scissor: Would you guys like to come?

Jack Skellington: That would be wonderful.

Chet: See you then and have a Merry Christmas!

Pythor P. Chumsworth: And a Bah Humbug to you!!!

Princess Yuna: Hi, Jack!

Jack Skellington: Hello, Princess Yuna, Hello, Stary, Hello, Snowdrop! How're you three doing?

Princess Yuna: Pretty good.

Snowdrop: I hope Pythor's not in a bad mood.

Stary: Apparently he is.

Jack Skellington: I'm afraid so.

Princess Yuna: Pythor, I thought you were good friends with Po, How come you don't like Christmas?

Pythor P. Chumsworth: I'm never use to Christmas because of all of those Presents, Holly and Jollies and Stockings!

Princess Yuna: But, Pythor, Christmas is the Time of Giving and being with your Family and Friends and the people and pony who loved you.

Jack Skellington: Can I be excused, Pythor? I'm done with my work.

Pythor P. Chumsworth: Fine, Be off with you all!

Princess Yuna: At least think about it, Pythor.

Snowdrop: It's what Christmas is about.

Pythor P. Chumsworth: Bah Humbug!

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