The Grinch awoke to the sound he loathed above all else in this world: Christmas music.
"What? Holiday season already?" he asked to himself, horrified. "It can't be!"
He rolled out of bed and shambled over to the edge of the cliff outside of his cave, then peered down at the saccharine display below.
Whos were singing and dancing, playing their myriad bizarre instruments and absolutely caking the town in bright and festive lights.
"This simply won't do. We can't be starting the holiday season earlier and earlier every year. At this rate we'll be stuck in an endless holiday in just a decade's time!"
The Grinch returned to his cave and plopped into his favorite chair, a patchy old recliner he snatched from the Whoville garbage dump the year before. Max, the Grinch's dog, stared up at him with a worried expression as if he already knew what was coming.
"I think I'm going to pay them a little visit tonight," he declared while grinning his awful, twisted grin. "To ease some tension."
With that, the Grinch began his preparations: