Cratchit: "I..i..if you please, Mr Scrooge, it's gotten colder, and, er, the book-keeping staff would like to have an extra shovelful of coal for the fire"
Book-keeper #1: "We can't do the book-keeping!"
Book-keeper #2: "Yeah, our pens have turned to ink-cicles!"
Book-keeper #3: "Our assets are frozen!"
Scrooge: "How would the book-keepers like to be suddenly....UNEMPLOYED?"
All: "HEATWAVE! This is my island, in the sun"
Cratchit "U..u...um...I believe you've convinced them once again, Mr Scrooge"