…but he was awoken by a giant Snorlax!
“Hi, I’m the present Christmas’ spirit!”
“Where are you taking me this time?”
“To Cratchit’s house.”
The two pokemon were teleported there.  Emily Pikachu Cratchit, Bob’s wife, was 
settling the table while Bob and two of his Pichu children were decorating the 
thin Christmas tree.
“Is that a tree or a branch?”, Scrooge wondered.  “Their supper is so small!”
“It’s because of the salary you give them!  Two and half shillings a day!  
That’s so few!”
“Before eating, kids, we have to wait for Tiny Tim Pichu.”, Cratchit told his 
children.
“I’m coming, Dad!”
Pichu with crutches walked over to the table.  It was Tiny Tim.
“God bless us everyone!  God bless Mr. Scrooge!”
“That child is so nice, but looks so weak, what will happen to him?”, Scrooge 
asked Snorlax.
“I can’t tell you.  You’ll have to ask the next Spirit.”
 
Scrooge got teleported to… the graveyard!  He saw a Pokémon with a black cloak.  
He couldn’t tell what kind of Pokémon it was.
“Are you the future Christmas’ spirit?”
The Pokémon nodded, but didn’t speak.
“Please, tell me, what will happened to Tiny Tim Pichu?”
The Spirit pointed a tomb with Bob, Emily and two of their children with them.  
The tomb was Tiny Tim’s!  Scrooge cried…
“He can’t die that young!  Oh, Spirit, that’s so unfair!”
Ebenezer heard a laugh and saw two Sneasel looking at a gravestone!
“This old Pokémon really was a lazy one!”, the first Sneasel said.
“Yeah, nobody was there at his funeral!”, the other added.
They left.  Scrooge got near the gravestone.
“Spirit, this tomb is for… who?”
The Spirit took his hood off!  You guessed well: it was a MissingNo.
“Well, it’s yours Ebenezer; you’ll be the richest man of all the graveyard!”
The MissingNo laughed.
“ No!  I don’t want to die like that!  I don’t want Tiny Tim to die either!  
Spirit, I’ll change!  I’ll be generous!  I swear!  I
won’t be bad anymore!  I’LL CHANGE!”