|A Producers Christmas Carol
Author: Mlle. Phoenix Fox PM
Mel Brook's famous musical is getting a really Scrooged up sequel! Featuring parody, drama, Christmas, original musical numbers, and a Max/OC romanceRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 6 - Words: 30,641 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 12-26-11 - Published: 12-20-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7654318
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The next morning, Christmas morning, Hold Me Touch Me awoke, dressed and was fixing herself a meager breakfast of cereal when her buzzer announced she had a visitor. She shuffled over to the intercom and asked,
"Who is it?"
"It's Max Bialystock." came the reply.
"Oh! Come on up Bialy!" Hold Me Touch Me exclaimed, so happy Max kept his promise. She unlocked the door for him and went to a mirror to fix her silver hair. Her doorbell rang and she rushed over to answer it.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS GORGEOUS!" Max exclaimed grabbing her and bending her over his knee to give her a big kiss.
"Oh! Bialy!" giggled Hold Me Touch Me blushing like a schoolgirl.
"Hold you don't mind, but I brought some friends of mine to see you too. Thought we could decorate and have a little party." Max said righting her on her feet.
"A Christmas party? Oh Maxie you didn't have to go to all that trouble." she said.
"No trouble at all. Come on in fellas!" Max called out to the hall.
"Merry Christmas Mrs. Bucannan!" Leo said with Ulla on his arm and Timmy holding his hand, Timmy's arms loaded down with presents.
"Merry Christmas, Mr. and Mrs. Bloom. It's so nice to see you!" Hold Me Touch Me said.
"Und dis is Timmy." Ulla introduced them taking the boy's coat.
"Nice to meet you young man." Hold Me Touch me said.
"Nice to meet you." Timmy said.
"Ve're adopting him." Ulla told her with a smile.
"Oh how lovely!" Hold Me Touch Me said as more members of the cast and crew filed in behind them.
"Merry Christmas Mrs. Bucannan!" chorused Roger and Carmen carrying in a large Christmas tree.
"Oh how lovely. Put it over there please dears..." Hold Me Touch Me instructed them.
"Thank-you!" they both chorused.
"Frohe Weihnachten, Frau!" Franz said with a rotund woman on his arm wearing a drendel.
"And...frothy...wiener...knocker to you too Mr. Liebkind." Hold Me Touch Me said, trying to repeat the seasonal greeting back to him.
"Diz iz my mama Frau Liebkind. She juzt flew in from Germany." Franz introduced the woman.
"Welcome to America!" Hold Me Touch Me nodded.
"America!" Mrs. Liebkind nodded not understanding a word of English.
Max took off his hat when Isabelle came in, dressed in a festive red party dress. He took her hand and introduced the two women to each other.
"Honey I'd like to introduce you to my lady friend, Isabelle Marks. Isabelle I think you remember Mrs. Bucannan." he said. Realization settling in, Hold Me Touch Me smiled and nodded,
"Welcome to my home my dear..."
"Thank you Mrs. Bucannan. And I'd like you to meet my Uncle, Gabriel Marks." Isabelle said bringing Uncle Gabe forward. Hold Me Touch Me blushed as Gabe took off his hat and kissed her hand,
"I think you two will love each other." Max said.
"Too late." Uncle Gabe said making Hold Me Touch Me giggle. Never was there such a Christmas as that one. Presents were given and received, the tree was trimmed, a turkey dinner was eaten, dredal was played, liquor poured and games were played. And Max was better than his word. He did it all and infinitely more! Especially for Timmy, who did not wind up in jail but was instead adopted by Leo and Ulla by the new year. And to Timmy, Max became a second father. He became as good a friend. As good a master and as good a man as the Great White Way ever had! And It was always said of him that he knew how to keep Christmas well...if any man alive possessed the knowledge.
May that truly be said of us. And all of us.
Leo was setting up his new Polaroid camera on the timer as everyone gathered around the fireplace to take a picture.
"You know...diz entire experience vould make a great movie." Franz said aside to Max. A light bulb went off in Max's head as he said,
"Yeah...we could cast Nathan Lane and Uma Thurman and Mel Brooks could direct...we could start writing up a script right away and we'd make a fortune! And..."
"MAX..." everyone chorused around him, giving him a fixed look.
"Sorry...old dog...new tricks...Hahaha..."Max laughed nervously as Leo went to stand next to Max.
"Oy..."Isabelle said shaking her head. The picture snapped and developed instantly and as Timmy Bloom and the rest of the company observed...
"God bless the old...
God bless the young...
God bless us all...
and God bless us...every...one!
The End...Merry Christmas and Happy Chanukah! P.S. Sorry for the late update, but I was making myself most merry at Christmas. So as Mel Brooks would say...
Thanks for reading...what I had to show
sad to tell ya...I've gotta go!
Grab your bags and head for the door...
in case you didn't notice...there ain't anymore!
If you like this story...tell everyone but!
If you think it stinks...keep your big mouth shut!
I'm glad you came but I have to shout!
Mo'adim Lesimkha, chena tova!
Merry Christmas to all!
And to all...