Fezziwig

The Children's Book of Christmas Stories by various artists.

Christmas at Fezziwig's Warehouse by Charles Dickens.

"'Yo ho, my boy,' said Fezziwig.

'No more work tonight.

Christmas Eve, Dick.' 'Christmas, Ebenezer.' 'Let's have the shutters up,' cried old Fezziwig with a sharp clap of his hands, 'before a man can say Jack Robinson.' 'Hilly ho,' cried old Fezziwig, skipping down from the high desk with wonderful agility.

'Clear away, my lads, and let's have lots of room here.' 'Hilly ho, Dick.' 'Cheer up, Ebenezer.' Clear away.

There was nothing they wouldn't have cleared away or couldn't have cleared away with old Fezziwig looking on.

It was done in a minute.

The Children's Book of Christmas Stories by various artists.

Christmas at Fezziwig's Warehouse by Charles Dickens.

"Yo ho, my boy," said Fezziwig.

"No more work tonight.

Christmas Eve, Dick.

Christmas, Ebenezer.

Let's have the shutters up," cried old Fezziwig with a sharp clap of his hands, "before a man can say Jack Robinson." "Hilly ho," cried old Fezziwig, skipping down from the high desk with wonderful agility.

"Clear away, my lads, and let's have lots of room here.

"Was I apprenticed here?" They went in.

At sight of an old gentleman in a Welsh wig sitting behind such a high desk that if he had been two inches taller he must have knocked his head against the ceiling, Scrooge cried in great excitement, "Why, it's old Fezziwig.

Bless his heart, it's Fezziwig alive again." Old Fezziwig laid down his pen and looked up at the clock which pointed to the hour of seven.

He rubbed his hands, adjusted his capacious waistcoat, laughed all over himself from his shoes to his organ of benevolence, and called out in a comfortable, oily, rich, fat, jovial voice, "Yo ho there, Ebenezer, Dick." Scrooge's former self, now grown a young man, came briskly in, accompanied by his fellow 'prentice.

"Dick Wilkins, to be sure," said Scrooge to the Ghost.

"Bless me, yes, there he is.

He was very much attached to me, was Dick.

Poor Dick, dear, dear." "Yo ho, my boys," said Fezziwig.

they went in at sight of an old gentleman in a welsh wig sitting behind such a high desk that if he had been two inches taller he must have knocked his head against the ceiling scrooge cried in great excitement

why it's old fezziwig bless his heart it's fezziwig alive again

Old Fezziwig laid down his pen and looked up at the clock, which pointed to the hour of seven.

He rubbed his hands, adjusted his capacious waistcoat, laughed all over himself from his shoes to his organ of benevolence, and called out in a comfortable, oily, rich, fat, jovial voice, "'Yo-ho there! Ebenezer! Dick!' scrooge's former self now grown a young man came briskly in accompanied by his fellow prentice dick wilkins to be sure said scrooge to the ghost bless me yes there he is he was very much attached to me was dick poor dick dear dear yo ho my boys said fezziwig no more work to-night christmas eve dick christmas ebeneezer let's have the shutters up cried old fezziwig with a sharp clap of his hands before a man can say jack robinson you wouldn't believe how fast those two fellows went at it They charged into the street with the shutters, one, two, three.

They had them up in their places, four, five, six, barred them and pinned them, seven, eight, nine, and came back before you could have got to twelve, panting like racehorses.

"'Hilly-ho!' cried old Fezziwig, skipping down from the high desk with wonderful agility.

"'Clear away, my lads, and let's have lots of room here.

Hilly-ho, Dick, cheer up, Ebenezer!' clear away there was nothing they wouldn't have cleared away or couldn't have cleared away with old fezziwig looking on it was done in a minute every movable was packed off as if it were dismissed from public life for evermore the floor was swept and watered the lamps were trimmed fuel was heaped upon the fire and the warehouse was as snug and warm and dry and bright a ballroom as you would desire to see upon a winter's night in came a fiddler with a music-book and went up to the lofty desk and made an orchestra of it and tuned like fifty stomach-aches in came mrs fezziwig one vast substantial smile in came the three miss fezziwigs beaming and lovable in came the six young followers whose hearts they broke In came all the young men and women employed in the business.

The Children's Book of Christmas Stories by various artists.

Christmas at Fezziwig's Warehouse by Charles Dickens.

Yo ho, my boy, said Fezziwig.

No more work tonight.

Christmas Eve, Dick.

Christmas, Ebenezer.

Let's have the shutters up, cried old Fezziwig with a sharp clap of his hands, before a man can say Jack Robinson.

Hilly ho, cried old Fezziwig, skipping down from the high desk with wonderful agility.

true your nephew

The scene at back is again lighted up and discovers Fezziwig's warehouse.

Fezziwig and characters grouped.

Scrooge is a young man.

Know you this place?

There are plenty of action scenes.

Bond faces an HR manager who makes Rosa Klebb look like Mr. Fezziwig.

Ninety percent of his cue scenes involve the signing of online disclaimer forms.

He narrowly escapes strangulation by rainbow lanyard.