Scrooged

Angels-and-demons look-over a mod-Homeland 'Scrooge' for an Xmas-examination 'drawing' special superstition(s)...for the image.

A 'bright' adaptation of the hip modernized adaptation of Dickens' classic about Xmastime-superstition, Scrooged (Bill Murray). Hope you like, 

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LANCELOT: I say we use your crystal-ball to look at future-world festivities.

LADY_of_LAKE: Alright; maybe this 'Homeland-America' offers wintry-light.

LANCELOT: Wow, there's a special 'art' of Xmas-shopping superstition (ok?).

LADY_of_LAKE: Much parallel between Camelot-and-American bread (for art).

LANCELOT: Let's do it.

Well, Lancelot and the Lady did wise to look into future-age to find a special Xmas-superstition 'success-tale' of a miserly (but successful!) American businessman named Amlan Satan who'd become a special capitalism-race 'diplomat' of worldliness but was somewhat hermit-like or arguably lonely in all his Buffalo/NY fortunes and comforts, requiring a special visitation by ghosts, which Lancelot and the Lady were now (unofficially!) spying-on for their own examination(s) of photo-graphic 21st-Century cutulre.

MR. SATAN: Bah, humbug, all this Xmas-joy and features for fortune for fiction, because I've the mind to clean-up all this diamond-marketing mediocrity and make for eco-marketing 'excellence' with Tandy or Texas-Instruments.

EXECUTIVE: Those companies are gone, sir.

SATAN: Bring 'em back...that's what you get paid for this Xmas, honey-man!

EXECUTIVE: Yes, sir, of course, wow brilliant...I'll search Facebook-chess.

SATAN: Good (no, cancel-that, very good).

LANCELOT: This guy Satan is a bowl of monkeys and ale, Lady.

LADY: He needs this ghostly-visitation for his own consciousness-restoration(s).

LANCELOT: How interesting...all this 'electricity' for metropolis storyboarding.

LADY: Let's continue to spy, knight.

LANCELOT: Always (good for social media).

Well, Amlan Satan was about to be visited by the 3 ghosts, one of the past-time in his life, one of present-time, and of an ominous future without advice taken (wow). The first ghost, Stanley, would take Amlan back to his college-grad years (Seton-Hall), when he was discovering business-visions of Wall-St. excellence and parted-ways with his darling-girlfriend (Esmerelda), and this would be a 'chance' re-count for one of his sincere regrets (for fortune/media).

STANLEY: Get in, Satan.

AMLAN: What's with the facial-hair get-up; ain't Halloween yet, Stan.

STANLEY: I'm not a human being.

AMLAN: No one is for Xmas...take me to Walgreens (now).

STANLEY: Get in Satan...I'm your ghost of your past-time life.

AMLAN: Alright (but get me to Walgreens).

STANLEY: Great for social media.

Stanley revealed in the taxi that he really was the 'ghost' of the past and took Amlan on a whirlwind dreamscape during which he imagined his old-departed girlfriend from grad-school (Esmerelda) who'd (now) become a Library-of-Congress executive (wow) but remained unmarried. Stanley showed Amlan how ambition compromised his own examination of what'd (otherwise) have become the 'true-art' of capitalism-race 'chess-stalemate' Romanticism --- one of (currency) social-media culture 'personality' for everyday magic/politeness (hmm).

AMLAN SATAN: I need a refresher on the policy-procedure for Napster (now).

EXECUTIVE: You sound rather humbled about something, sir.

SATAN: Never-mind that, honey-man; get me my Napster reports (mine).

EXECUTIVE: We got a new windows-restoration for the holiday-season.

SATAN: Tell the postman (good).

Next, Amlan was visited by the ghost of the present-time, a faerie-being named Shelbye who informed the already-troubled big-time New York businessman that he'd continue on his path of self-discovery for self-check(s). 

LANCELOT: What's the present_Xmas that makes Satan worried (now)?
LADY: Excellence; too much excellence; he needs to look within.

LANCELOT: Stan (the ghost-cabbie) was funny as Hell.

LADY: Watch your language (bad for social media).

SHELBYE (Present-Ghost): The whole office enjoys a Ron-Howard film now.

SATAN: Sounds very relaxing, faerie.

SHELBYE: You don't believe all this yet, do you Prince Amlan?

SATAN: I'd this dream of being visited by the ghost of an old rival.

SHELBYE: Capitalism-competition?

SATAN: Yeah, he liked Wake-Forest, and I'd been a Duke-fan.

SHELBYE: And you realized your old-bud was talking to you about regret?

SATAN: Something like that; this office-film of the present-time is your IQ.

SHELBYE: Indeed it is, Amlan Satan; everyone enjoys Xmas (not you).

SATAN: I'm fine with Hustler and Heineken and Hockey (the 3-Hs).

SHELBYE: All-fine; but look-within, for 'chance' for profit abounds in time.

SATAN: I'll miss the boat?

SHELBYE: Nah...just your own goals (haha).

When Amlan returned to the office after this 2nd-specter visit, to reorient his ambitious vanities/mind, he decided to serve everyone pumpkin-pie, and his employees, for the first-time ever (in Buffalo) considered the 'chance' their big-time 'Scrooge' of Xmas was (perhaps) becoming a 'host' for holiday-season self-happiness (wow).

LANCELOT: Pumpkin pie...is that fruit or vegetable?
LADY: It's both...Amlan's learning about real capitalism imagery (haha).

Next, Amlan was visited by the future-time ghost, a Reaper-like specter with no name. The ghost whispered, "Continue on this lead-path, and your capitalist-chess IQ will yield (purely) gold in a fortress for yourself, Mr. Satan."

AMLAN: I didn't believe Stan/Shelbye, but you look eerily mean and bizarre.
REAPER: You believe me?
AMLAN: Sure; yeah...I need to call Esmerelda...I need more time with TV.

REAPER: For study?
AMLAN: No, no, for a (shared) study (room) for Esmerelda (and me)...Jesus.

REAPER: Good for social media (hahaha).

LANCELOT: What'll Amlan do now he's awakened (fully)?
LADY: Perhaps offer his office-mates/hirees a brand-new sense of happiness.

LANCELOT: Maybe Alka-Seltzer.

LADY: Shut-up; this is cool (haha).

AMLAN: Break-a-leg (all); sorry the office isn't as well-painted this-year round.

EMPLOYEES: Cheer, cheer, cheer!

AMLAN: Great for social media (thanx all).

Amlan awoke with a newer sense(s) of purpose (express) and gifted his entire NY-office special boxes of ready-made (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) and 'ordered' them to write tales-of-bread. Happy Xmas to all, and to all, happy-luchi (bread). 

ESMERELDA: Thanx for taking me here (to the Berkshires).

SATAN: I missed you, Ezzy; maybe we've the 'chance' for new-life (haha).

ESMERELDA: Very cool (I need postcards).

SATAN: Me too!

"Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone" (John Maynard Keynes). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)