GRINCH: Hello bad boy. I dare you to fill out this blog interview. And for those of you who don’t read the opening credits, I’m talking with none other than… what’s your name again? Cyrus Keith.
What has been the nastiest thing you've done during the holidays...and be truthful...you know, Santa knows all...green Santa that is.
CYRUS: One Christmas (a lo-o-o-ong time ago)
GRINCH: Didn’t ask for your age. TICK…TOCK…TICK…
CYRUS: I got drunk with my brother-in-law, and we hijacked a 7-foot Colorado Blue Spruce from a perfect stranger's front yard at 3 in the morning.
a-a-a-a-a-ah, what's the statute of limitations for tree-napping?
GRINCH: In your case I’ll hide you. Anyone that steals a tree is a friend of mine.
If you had a chance, which famous author would you bomb with snowballs and why? Don't be shy, answer the question, I don't have all day.
CYRUS: Don't push, you little green slimeball...
GRINCH: Thank you
CYRUS: I'm thinking here.
GRINCH: Brain hurt much?
CYRUS: Okay, Stephenie Meyers for hijacking the most seductively evil character in literary history and making him *shudder* glimmer in sunlight. *Rushes off to do something manly before Twilight Fever sets in*
GRINCH: Wait. What kind of double talk answer is that? You like glimmer? Manly is putting on glue to slick back your hair.
What one gift would you deem worthy to steal from another? Why? Don't worry, the cops won't read this…yeah, right.
CYRUS: A 1967 Hagstrom Viking six-string, black with white binding. Because it will complement my collection of '74 Swedes so very nicely.
GRINCH: Yes, officer. I have his name and address…after the interview though.
Which of your characters do you think can duel it out with me? Bring them on, let them speak on his or her own.
CYRUS: *Makes phone call. 60 seconds later, Bunny Kalinsky appears*
"Now, wait just a New York Minute! *Hollers* Hey, Jonny-boy, we got us a gen-you-whine problem, here! You want maybe I should call Lennie the Face, or ya wamee to takediz guy myself? *At Grinch* Okay, ya knuckle-draggin' holidape! Why don' you take ya's heinie offamy premises beore I really get mad!
GRINCH: Yio, Cyrus my man, what language is this dude talking?
BUNNY: I will kick ya's keester back to Joisy wid ya dawg, an' ya sled, and ya costume! Ya's wanna mess up my Christmas cheer?
GRINCH: Christmas cheer is about the only thing I’ve understood so far. But go on, you’re making me laugh.
BUNNY: I'll take dat toikey sack in ya's hand an' put it where da sun don' shine! You'll be pullin' flannel out ta make room for da roast beast, got it? Or mebbe bettah yet, I'll hide ya's checkin' account so deep in da bank's hard drive, you'll need a Boy Scout ta fid it! I'll hack da FBI again an' make you Numbah One on the Most Wanted List! That's it! I don'need ta lift a finger, I'll kick ya keester with my processor! *Runs away laughing wickedly*
GRINCH: He runs away laughing? Wait…gimme a tissue, tears are stinging my
eyes from fright…NOT.
Back to you, Cyrus. From all the holiday dinner parties you've attended, what one dish makes you turn my favorite green? Why?
CYRUS: Anything with cottage cheese in it. Admit it, it's spoiled milk! I swear the Russians invented it to bring down the American Way of Life. It makes my liver quiver. It makes my spleen green, my bladder sadder. My colon goes bowlin' when I even think about putting that stuffin my face.
GRINCH: Yikes…wait…my spleen is green.
Do you have any...choke...holiday traditions?
MERRY WHITE: On the first day of Christmas…
PENNY POINSETTA: Now, Grinch, leave Merry alone.
GRINCH: My name’s Grinch, not Nat, so don’t try your…NICENESS on me.
Cyrus, I’ll text you the map of all the big trees in your neighbourhood and maybe you and I can go hocking some spruce or fir or any other tree that will fit in that stolen vehicle of yours. Oh yeah…forgot…Yes, officer, his name is Cyrus Keith, residing at…