Final part. Thanks to everyone who read and hoped you enjoyed it. And have a merry christmas.
(Jughead is running along his street towards his home.)
Jughead: I can’t believe this! I mean, my friends…my archenemy…Pop Tate’s! What else can there be!?
(Jughead stops to where his house is only to find a much larger house, more extravagant house that is not decorated for Christmas. Even the mail box is fancier and has “Jones” written on it in cursive.)
Jughead: Is this my home?! It looks completely different!
(Francis is suddenly behind Jughead as Jughead as Jughead’s hat flies into the air in shock.)
Francis: Technically it’s not your home. Well, more like “actually” than “technically” given the circumstances and magic doings and what not.
(Jughead adjusts his hat as he sneers at Francis as Francis shrugs his shoulder.)
Jughead: Someone should put a bell on you.
(Francis begins to talk as Jughead and Francis walk to the door.)
Jughead: How did my parents afford this house?
Francis: You were never their son, so they had plenty of money when you take out your snacks, your grocery lists, extravagant pizza delivery tips, your provisions, mini-fridge repairs—
(Jughead motions with one hand for Francis to be quiet as he opens the door.)
Jughead: I get it, I get it!
(Jughead begins to go inside.)
Jughead: And thanks for conforming how much better off my parents are without me! Able to afford a nice, extravagant home and—
(Jughead and Francis are in the living room as it is empty. An undecorated Christmas tree is in the corner with no gifts under it. The Christmas tree is the only decoration as nothing else is decorated like it was before in the beginning of the story. It looks like no one has been home for days.)
Jughead: --And apparently not living in it.
(Jughead goes to the mantle place and collects a great deal of dust on his finger as he examines it.)
Jughead: At least being here for a good bit.
(Jughead turns to Francis and motions with both hands.)
Jughead: Where is everyone? It’s Christmas.
Francis: That should matter?
(Jughead turns to Francis to confront him as Francis backs away while motioning towards the kitchen.)
Jughead: Of course it matters! We’re all together as a family at Christmas! It’s an important tradition!
Francis: I’m not a gingerbread man, so don’t bite my head off.
Francis: I’d try the answering machine in the kitchen myself.
(Jughead heads into the kitchen, as it looks much better and fancy. The phone with the built in answering machine is hanging on the wall as Jughead runs towards it as he is coming up to the refrigerator.)
Jughead: I gotta see what’s—
(Jughead stops running in mid stride and stares at the refrigerator as it is much bigger and fancier)
(Jughead begins checking the answering machine.)
Jughead: Right after this.
Answering Machine: YOU HAVE TWO NEW MESSAGES.
(Jughead is listening to the answering machine as he looks at a nearby calendar on the wall.)
Answering Machine: Honey, this is Forsythe. I can’t make Christmas again. I’ll make it up to you next year.
(Jughead listens sadly to the next message.)
Answering Machine: Sweetie, this is Gladys. A new deal has just come up for my client, and I need to finish this before the window closes. Be gone a few days. I’ve got a great delivery place listed...
(Francis is suddenly beside a depressed Jughead as he motions with his hand weakly for Francis to get on with it.)
Jughead: Exposition time?
(Francis is talking as Jughead begins to look at the ground as he is searching for something.)
Francis: Your parents never had kids, so your mom never stayed home to raise you and stayed at her old/current job. Your dad got promoted and is out of town more times than not, and…
(Jughead is looking at the ground still as he is heading back towards the living room.)
(Francis eyes Jughead as Jughead is lifting up the sofa cushion.)
Francis: I’m sorry I’m a boring you?
(Jughead is scratching his head as he looks confused.)
Jughead: I can listen and look for Hot Dog’s food bowl and dog treats. I mean, if my parents are away then they must have someone looking on him to—
(Francis is explaining to Jughead as he Francis is the most serious he has ever been.)
Francis: Hot Dog was your dog.
Jughead: He’s the family dog! Even without me, there’s Pops, Mom, and Jelly—
(Jughead has a look of fright as his eyes begin to water up.)
(Jughead rushes upstairs frantically as Francis looks with his hands in his trench coat pockets.)
Jughead: Jellybean! Jellybean!!
(Jughead runs to where Jellybean’s room is. It is not decorated and is just a plain door.)
Jughead: C’mon! I know you’re at my Aunt Wilma's while my parents are away! I know that when I open this door.
Jughead: But I’ll see your little bed, your cuddly toys and—
(Jughead opens the door to see a work office and Francis in the middle of the room.)
Francis: You’re mother’s work office.
(Jughead slides down against the wall until he is sitting on the floor. Jughead is in deep shock and a tear is rolling down his left cheek. Francis is beginning to sit next to him.)
Francis: Your parents loved you. They loved being parents. They always wanted to have another child and they finally did.
(Jughead is looking straight ahead as he tilts his head up to try and hold back his tears. Francis is sitting down beside him.)
Jughead: I get it. No me. No Jellybean.
(Jughead turns to Francis.)
Jughead: I guess I mattered a lot to my friends, family, and community.
Francis: The evidence is mounting.
Jughead: And I guess you could say that about anyone.
Francis: You should.
(Jughead tilts his head downward as he shamefully thinks about how he had been acting.)
Jughead: And I must have really messed up if you had to come down, huh?
Francis: Well, we’re always here for you, but yeah. With you I had to be a tad more direct and creative.
(Jughead begins to feebly smile at Francis.)
Jughead: I didn’t really appreciate that. Even on Christmas Eve, I just went though the motions.
Jughead: Really, a guy like me has more than he deserves: Great family, good friends, teachers and mentors, a girl who overlooks me and still chases after me…and even a worthy arch-nemesis.
(Francis claps his hands and begins to stand up.)
Francis: And you got it!
Francis: No, I mean that in a good way!
(Francis is talking with Jughead as Jughead begins to stand up.)
Francis: Everyone is important to someone. Everyone you make your friend, your archenemy or even your favorite food pad becomes part of your life and you become part of there’s.
(Francis smiles at Jughead who is listening intensely.)
Francis: Life isn’t about how many days you live and get by. It’s not duration and recognition; it’s donation and appreciation. Giving thanks for all you have received, and saying you’re welcome for just the same.
(Francis looks out the window as if looking an untold distance)
Francis: Everyone makes an impact in the lives of others. From a chow hound that spits out one liners…to a small babe born in humble surroundings.
Francis: Everyone matters in this world.
(Francis helps Jughead to his feet as Jughead smiles at him.)
Francis: And it wouldn’t hurt that maybe for a few days a year, you could ease up a bit and just appreciate a very special time of the year with your every day friends and family.
Jughead: Normally, I wouldn’t want to risk it, but some chances are worth it. Sure. It wouldn’t hurt at all.
(Francis begins to walk out of the room as Jughead calls him back.)
Francis: Well, I’ll leave you to it then. Later, Jughead.
(Francis playfully rolls his eyes towards Jughead as he doesn’t turn his body. Jughead is motioning towards the room.)
Francis: Something else?
Jughead: Well, I was thinking…you know, I know how good my life is, and I did learn my lesson so--
(Francis is at the door frame and Jughead closes his eyes tightly.)
Francis: --So turn around.
(Jughead begins to turn his head.)
(Jughead looks around to see that is in the park.)
(Jughead shouts in joy as he startles everyone in the park.)
Jughead: I’M BACK! IT’S CHRISTMAS! IT’S MY RIVERDALE FILLED WITH THE FRIEND, PLACES, AND FAMILY I LOVE!!!
(Jughead is running out of Pickens Park with a grin on his face as weaves his way through several people as he waves at various people.)
Jughead: And I think I’m just going to go see a few of them now!
(Jughead is running into the shopping area he was when he met Mr. Weatherbee and Ms. Grundy.)
Jughead: This is the greatest time of the year!
(Jughead sees Mr. Weatherbee and Ms. Grundy, both carrying their own shopping bags, as he runs to them. As Jughead yells at them, Weatherbee and Ms. Grundy notice him.)
Jughead: Mr. Weatherbee! Ms. Grundy!
Mr. Weatherbee: Eh?
Ms Grundy: Oh, Jughead.
(Jughead stops as he is smiling from ear to ear as they greet one another.)
Mr. Weatherbee: Son, you seem of good cheer.
Jughead: Why wouldn’t I be when I have the best principal and best teacher to look forward to when I get back to school?
(Jughead runs past the two as he goes about his way.)
Jughead: I’d love to stay and chat some more, but me and the rest of the gang are having a little party at Pop’s. Merry Christmas to you both!
Ms. Grundy: And a very Merry Christmas to you, too.
(Mr. Weatherbee is scratching his head at Jughead’s sudden change in attitude while Ms. Grundy just smile as Jughead runs off into the distance.)
Mr. Weatherbee: I never see Jughead that happy unless I catch a glimpse of him zooming down the hall for lunch.
Ms. Grundy: Waldo, ‘tis the season. This time of year can do wonders for a soul.
(Jughead is at The Chocklit Shop and opens the door wide open as everyone is eating and talking with one another at the Christmas party. Trula Twyst has her gift, Ethel is in the room just under the mistletoe, Reggie is standing around, and Archie is with Betty and Veronica near the tree.)
Jughead: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!
(Jughead runs up to Chuck and Nancy and points at their Santa artwork on the window as the two are drinking punch.)
Jughead: Wow! You guys did a great job! Not even the real Santa looks that jolly!
Chuck: Wow. Um, thanks, Jug.
(Jughead is running to Kumi, Frankie, and Wendy, shaking their hands as he zooms about the room as Archie, Betty, Reggie, and Veronica look on bewildered.)
Jughead: Nice to see you!
Jughead: Merry Christmas!
Jughead: Happy New Year!
(Jughead runs up to Reggie as Reggie has one brow raised and his left lip curled as he is confused.)
Jughead: Reggie! Are you still the same arrogant jerk you have always been?
Reggie: More or less.
(Jughead hugs Reggie so tight it looks similar to squeezing a toothpaste bottle. Reggie’s face is turning purple and his eyes are three sizes larger.)
Jughead: Less, my wonderful, mischievous prankster you!
(Jughead suddenly lets go as Reggie falls to the ground as Archie and the girls look on.)
Jughead: Dilton! Hey, Dilton!
(Jughead runs towards Dilton as Dilton is taken back by Jughead’s suddenly positive attitude. Several of the other teens look on confused. The rest of the gang is checking on Reggie, who is barely conscious on the ground.)
Jughead: Dilton, we plan a Christmas Eve party, you tell me in November and I’ll get right at it!
(Jughead runs up to Ethel as Ethel acts sheepish. Jughead pulls at his shirt.)
Ethel: Juggie, I’ve never seen you so…so full of Christmas cheer.
Jughead: This is how everyone should be. Celebrating the people and places you make a part of your life.
(Ethel looks up at the mistletoe above her head as Jughead playfully rolls his eyes.)
Ethel: I’m glad to hear. And look, there’s mistletoe and there is that old Christmas tradition of…well…
(Jughead kisses Ethel on the cheek as Ethel’s body stiffens and her eyes turn to hearts.)
Jughead: Merry Christmas, Ethel.
(Ethel faints as Bridget and Sandy catch her. Trula is walking up to Jughead. She is still carrying her gift.)
Trula: Jughead, I’ve never seen you so happy and with such an open positive outlook.
(Trula tilts her head and smiles as Jughead looks at the reader with a smirk.)
Trula: Have you gone insane?
(Jughead takes Trula’s gift.)
Jughead: This is for me, from earlier, right? Your other gift melted down the back of my neck a while back.
Trula: Yes, I thought that…
(Jughead looks inside to see a brand new hat just like his own, but in mint condition.)
(Jughead looks at it as Trula turns away as she blushes.)
Jughead: Wow! I haven’t been able to find another of my hats! And it’s in mint condition!
(Jughead is putting his buttons on his new hat happily as Trula is talking.)
Trula: Well…as much as I’ve burnt you up, I thought your hat had too many scorch marks on it and a new one might be…
(Jughead puts his old hat on Trula who is taken by surprise as he puts the new one on his head at the same time..)
Jughead: Merry Christmas, Trula! You can put it on your trophy case or maybe you can analyze it. Me I like wearing it.
(Jughead is walking towards Archie, Betty, and Veronica with his arms extended as he prepares to give them a big hug. Reggie sees this and begins to crawl away in sheer terror. In the back ground, Trula is looking up at the hat on the top of her head.)
Jughead: Veronica, rich, but tolerable; Betty, nice, but strong; and Archie Andrews, the best friend a guy could ever have! Merry Christmas to one and all!
(Jughead begins to hug all three at once. Archie and Betty are receptive while Veronica looks like she wants to be anywhere else. In the background Trula is holding her stomach like she is having hunger stomach cramps and walking up to her is Tomoko carrying a tray of chocolate fudge treats. In the background, Reggie is hiding behind Moose and Midge.)
Veronica: Archie, Betty, you three are sharing my worst nightmare.
(Archie is talking with Jughead as Jughead stops hugging the trio. In the background, Trula begins to scarf down the fudge treats uncontrollably as Tomoko looks on in awe. Moose playfully gives Reggie a noogie as Midge has a hand over her mouth as she giggles.)
Archie: Wow. You were only gone a few minutes and you found the Christmas spirit.
Jughead: Hey, a nose like this, I can sniff out the ghost of Sherlock Holmes!
(Betty and Veronica talk to Jughead as Jughead is slightly alarmed.)
Betty: So can we expect to see this Jughead from now on?
Veronica: Yes, a kinder, sweeter…less annoying Jughead Jones.
(Jughead does the incomplete pass motion with his arms as he, for a few seconds, reverts back to type.)
Jughead: Uh-uh! No way! I like eating sweets, not being sweet!
(Jughead is back to his merry self as he walks towards Pops, who is dressed like Santa. Betty shrugs her shoulders like it was worth a shot while Veronica rolls her eyes in disappointment. Archie just smiles at the girls.)
Jughead: Hey, it may only come once a year, so mark it down, girls.
Pop Tate: Jughead, something you want to say to me?
(Jughead is talking with Pop as Pop motions with one hand for him to stop.)
Jughead: Pop, I know I’m a bum and a glutton, and I just wanted to say, I’m sorry for earlier when--
Pop Tate: Pop? Why I’m Santa Claus and for the most of the year, you’ve been a good boy…
(Pop Tate puts out a burger in front of Jughead whose jaw drops in delight.)
(Pop Tate pulls down the white beard and smiles at Jughead. Jughead winks and gives him the okay hand signal as he finishes off the burger with both cheeks puffed up.)
(Jughead is leaving and waving goodbye to everyone.)
Jughead: Bye, everyone and in case I don’t catch you—MERRY CHRISTMAS on Christmas day!
(Jughead leaves as nearly everyone stares expressionlessly at the door. Trula Twyst is continuing to eat various types of treats and Sandy is using a red napkin to try and wake up a still out of it Ethel. Reggie is trying to work a crick out of his back.)
(Veronica leans behind Archie’s back to Betty who cups her hand over the left side of her mouth as if only to talk so Veronica can hear her.)
Veronica: Betty, you don’t think Jughead got into his dad’s eggnog, do you?
Betty: I think I’m just going to consider this a Christmas miracle and leave it at that.
(Jughead suddenly runs into his house as his dad is holding Jellybean as the Christmas lights seem to entertain her with their multi-colored blinking.)
Jughead: Merry Christmas, my wonderful family!!
Mr. Jones: Jughead!?
(Jughead kisses Jellybean on her cheek as she giggles.)
Jughead: A Merry Christmas to the best little sister a big brother could have.
(Jughead hugs his dad on his left shoulder. In the kitchen we can see Mrs. Jones struggling to save Christmas Dinner for tomorrow.)
Jughead: And let’s not forget the greatest dad!
Mr. Jones: And while at times lazy and irresponsible…
(Mr. Jones returns Jughead’s hug as Jellybean leans over and kisses Jughead on his forehead.)
Mr. Jones: …I have a son I couldn’t be more proud of!
(Mr. Jones is walking towards the couch and television as Jughead walks into the kitchen.)
Mr. Jones: I think It’s A Wonderful 34th Street is on. You want to sit down and watch it with your old man?
Jughead: Like to, but I want to help mom get Christmas Dinner ready for tomorrow.
(Jughead is in the kitchen as his mother eyes him.)
Mrs. Jones: Oh, so you want to help?
Jughead: Mom, I know I didn’t start the day off right with how I was but—
(Mrs. Jones hands Jughead a mix bowl and spoon.)
Mrs. Jones: Good. I’ll let you handle the cakes and pies while I glaze the ham and start thawing out the turkey.
(Mrs. Jones smiles at Jughead who is still dumbfounded by how forgiving his mother is being.)
Mrs. Jones: And remember to keep smiling. That makes all special feasts just a tad bit better.
(Jughead smiles as he begins mixing the cake.)
Jughead: That’s easy to do when you’re with the people you love.
(Outside the Jones house is Francis as he is listening to everything that is being said inside.)
Jughead in the house: You said Bingo and Uncle Herman was coming. I was thinking the entire family could do some Christmas Caroling.
(Francis complacently as he adjusts the collar of his trenchcoat.)
Francis: Sounds like I created a Christmas creature.
Caption: So you going to “attend” The Jones Family Christmas Dinner tomorrow?
(Francis is walking down the snow covered street, not leaving a footprint as the only illumination in the night comes from stars, Christmas decorations and light poles. Francis has his hands in his pockets.)
Francis: Have you seen that kid eat? I wouldn’t get a spoonful of yams.
Caption: Since you have the time, I think there is someone else who could use—
Francis: Say no more. After all…it is the season of giving and of miracles. And I’m all for giving miracles.