I think this implies that the attack on Who Harbor (carried out by the Japanese - as they are depicted in the Seuss-verse) left the Ginch as one of the few survivors of the WSS Whoville. Cynical in his age, the grink witnesses the feasts and festivities of the Who’s below as nothing more than vapid pomp of an ignorant public. A celebration ( noise) of the wealth and excess (noise!) paid for with the lives of his comrades (Noise!) whose screams he carries as a memento of that day (NOISE!) And there’s one thing he can’t stand it’s the noise noise! Noise! NOISE! So he drinks until the noise becomes distorted, until the line between himself and the liquor becomes distorted.

On the day of the heist the gink supplements his morning brown liquor with stimulants and barbiturates he’d stockpiled from the WVA - at least they’d given him something for his troubles - and notes he’s out of aspirin. Of course the pharmacy is not open on Christmas - another seasonal inconvenience - though it does have a chimney.

The grinch steadies his hand and secures the antler to his dogs head. He opens the door - the storm has subsided, though it’s left a depth of heavy snow higher than his ankles. Thankfully his boots fit today - fucking edema - fucking pharmacy - fucking Christmas - the sleigh will run fast today.

Dressed as Santa Claus, and with shovel in hand, the grinch clears a path to the sleigh, “this shit never gets easier to lift”. Sweating and panting (noise) the grinch leans against the sleigh to catch his breath. Perhaps the liquor betrayed him this morning - for confidence is accompanied by a pounding headache (noise!).

The sun is rising as the grinch lights a whogarette - just like that December morning years ago - before the (Noise!). The sleighs bench feels warm to sit on - the Grunch knows he’ll be remembered as a hero and welcomed to valhalla- he closes his eyes, smiles and thinks about the welcoming (NOISE!)