>>104864519“You know,” young Martha says to the Grinch with a dreamy sigh at one point, “Christmas is my favorite time of year. I just love the colors, the red…and the green.” With this last word, she runs gloved hand across the Grinch’s viridescent face.
“Did I have a crush on the Grinch? Ha ha ha, well of course not!” she offers during this storytelling session, prompting Cindy Lou to say: “I didn’t ask you that…”
In the flashback, we see the other kids mercilessly mock the Grinch, to the point where he has a complete meltdown and runs away to Mount Crumpit. Only Martha shows sympathy towards this emerald-hued monstrosity.
Later in the picture, the Grinch crashes down into Whoville, and lands with his big, furry face planted right in the cleavage of Martha’s ample, heaving bosom. Rather than immediately push him away, Martha grows flustered, unable to find the right words. But we all know what those words would be if she could find them: “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch, and I want to have wild, screaming sex with you!”
Whenever Martha claps eyes on the Grinch, she’s practically panting – her rouged lips hang open, her eyes pop, and she almost has to fan herself, like a Southern belle at a cotillion. So raw and powerful is the sexual energy emanating from the Grinch’s stinky, hairy hide that Martha May Whovier appears to be in a trance whenever he’s in her vicinity.
But the Grinch is an outcast. A loser. A freak. The Whos want nothing to do with him, and against her better judgement, Martha agrees to marry Mayor Augustus May Who (Jeffrey Tambor), even though it’s clear she feels almost nothing for him. The Mayor is a buffoon, whereas in Martha’s wide-eyes, the Grinch is a sexual dynamo, ready to explode.
