Литагент HarperCollins - The Grinch - The Story of the Movie - Movie tie-in

First published in the USA by Random House Children’s Books in 2018

Simultaneously published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2018

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Copyright © Universal Studios 2018

The movie Dr. Seuss’ The Grinch © Universal Studios 2018

Based on How the Grinch Stole Christmas! book and characters

TM & © 1957 Dr Seuss Enterprises, L.P.

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A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

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Source ISBN: 9780008288303

Ebook Edition © ISBN: 9780008288310

Version: 2018-10-11

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright First published in the USA by Random House Children’s Books in 2018 Simultaneously published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2018 HarperCollins Children’s Books is a division of HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, HarperCollins Publishers 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF The HarperCollins website address is www.harpercollins.co.uk Copyright © Universal Studios 2018 The movie Dr. Seuss’ The Grinch © Universal Studios 2018 Based on How the Grinch Stole Christmas! book and characters TM & © 1957 Dr Seuss Enterprises, L.P. All rights reserved. A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this ebook onscreen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins. Source ISBN: 9780008288303 Ebook Edition © ISBN: 9780008288310 Version: 2018-10-11

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Celebrate with these other festive feasts …

About the Publisher

Far past any place you’ve ever been, surrounded by snowy mountains and deep forests, was a beautiful, wonderful town – a town like no other.

Who -ville.

Who -ville was a happy, friendly place full of happy, friendly Whos. But there was one time of year when Who -ville became even happier , with festive decorations and music everywhere. In the weeks before Christmas, the Whos rushed around Who -ville buying presents, bows, glitter, wrapping paper and delicious food for their family feasts. On street corners, Whos handed out green wreaths and striped candy canes, made fresh right on the spot.

Lots of fresh, sparkling white snow fell on Who -ville all through the wintertime, and the Whos loved it! They rode snow-bikes to work. They skied. They sledged. They skated. They made snowmen. A special machine even cranked out snowballs by the dozens for snowball fights.

Yes, the Whos down in Who -ville liked Christmas a lot.

But the Grinch, in his cave north of Who -ville, did NOT!

The Grinch’s cave towered high above Who -ville, up on Mt. Crumpit. A winding trail towards it was crowded with signs that read:

The Grinch did NOT like visitors.

Through twisted iron gates stood a door carved into the side of the mountain. Through that door, in a well-furnished cave with a maze of rooms and chambers, lived the grumpy green Grinch and his faithful little dog, Max.

On the snowy winter morning of 20 December, the Grinch lay in bed under a pile of thick blankets, snoring. It was five days before Christmas – a fact that the Grinch had been doing his very best to ignore.

The clock radio on the Grinch’s chest of drawers clicked from 6:59 to 7:00. The radio began to play a loud and jolly song.

The Grinch’s eyes popped open. Groaning, he stretched his furry green hand out from underneath the blankets and found a stack of books on his bedside table. He picked one up and threw it across the room at the radio. WHOMP!

But the radio just kept playing. Now a different, even jollier, even LOUDER Christmas tune was playing.

The Grinch threw a tennis racquet at the radio. WHACK! The station changed to one playing yet another Christmas song.

Enraged, the Grinch finally threw a lamp at the clock radio, knocking it off the drawers and into a deep crevice in the rock. “Humph,” said the Grinch. But just as he gave a satisfied little smile …

… the tinny notes of a festive tune drifted up from the rocky depths. It was still playing.

The Grinch sighed. “MAX!” he yelled. He yanked a rope next to his bed. Bells rang out through the cave. DING-A-LING-A-LING!

Max woke up right away. His master needed him! Tail wagging, he got to work making the Grinch’s morning cup of coffee.

Max did ALL the household chores, and the cave was full of pulleys and levers to help him. He now ran up some steps to a small platform, pushing the plunger down into a coffee pot to fill a cup. With a measuring jug gripped tightly between his teeth, Max poured steamed milk to draw a frowny face on top of the Grinch’s coffee. Just how the boss liked it!

With the coffee carefully balanced on a tray on top of his head Max backed into a mini-lift. He pulled down on a handle, and the creaky old lift slowly carried him up to the Grinch’s bedroom.

DING! The lift door swung open and Max stepped out, careful not to spill a drop of the coffee.

Groaning and grunting, the Grinch took the hot drink, stood up and slid his feet into his slippers. He slowly walked to the bathroom, accompanied by the distant sound of Christmas songs playing from the bottom of the dark cavern. He grimaced.

“A shower’s just the thing to drown out that racket,” he growled.

The Grinch lingered a while in the shower, trying to forget about Christmas. When he stepped out, a blow-dryer turned on automatically, fluffing him up like a dandelion clock. He walked through a frame lined with bristles which brushed his fur and smoothed it down.