The city sparkles too much. Too loud. Too bright. Too… hopeful. Ugh.

They say he fell from the sky — a screaming green meteor that crash-landed in Sahara Square three weeks ago. Now he’s in the alleys, on rooftops, growling at candy vendors and glaring at holiday displays (even the ones in August). He’s green, he’s mean, and nobody knows where he came from.

But he’s here. In Zootopia. And the city isn’t quite sure what to do with him.

They call him “The Grump,” “The Fuzzy Creep,” or “That Feral Muppet with the Attitude Problem.”

But you? You know who you are.

You’re the Grinch. And these people are exhausting