And Tiny Tim only died peacefully of consumption, or some such thing. All the while hoping his pathetic example might gladden the hearts of others.

I much prefer Doyle in this role, even if his end *was* considerably grislier.

And nasty little bunny... can't you imagine the CI5 Christmas play?

Doyle: "I refuse to play Tiny Tim! I'm not tiny!"

Bodie: "Yeh, I can attest to that."

Doyle: "And don't you start!"

Bodie: "What? I was backing you up!" Moves over and stands next to Doyle, holding his hand over Doyle's head. "See? He's quite a respectable height. Nearly as tall as me, especially if you factor in the extra two inches his hair gives him... ow!"

Doyle rubs his fist, and glowers. Bodie takes a large step to the side, out of range.

Bodie: "Anyway, I don't see why I have to play Scrooge. Shouldn't it be Cowley? When's the last time we got a rise, anyway?"

Doyle: "Three years ago."

Bodie (quoting): "Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone was the Cow! A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner!"

Cowley (hitherto unnoticed): Ahem!

Bodie: "Eeep!"

Doyle sniggers.

Cowley: "Not so much of the old, sonny!"