Chapter 3Eventually Act Two got underway, after a thirty-five minute intermission, instead of just fifteen, much to the relief of online viewers who’d grown as grumpy as Scrooge.
Rocco Maroni: Is this show ever coming back?
Milo Fisher: Hello! What’s happening, Thor?
Ginger: This show needs a cat.
Inmate 34561-211 California Department of Corrections: I thought my ex-sister-in-law was in this play? Haven’t seen her yet.
Vaughn Hellier: Charles Dickens himself would be growing impatient. I knew the man!
Even watchers on the Island of Misfit Monsters had something to say, just before the lights came up on Tabor in Scrooge’s bed, ready to meet her—his—third ghost of the evening, counting Jacob Marley. All finally seemed set to resume, until suddenly, just as Othello, aka Otto, aka The G
