"You! You there!" he shouted to a boy on the street. "What day is this?"
The boy gave Scrooge a puzzled look. "It's 4/20, sir. 4/20 morning."
"Good! I haven't missed it. Here, lad." Scrooge rummaged in his dresser drawer and pulled out a bag of money. He tossed a handful of coins to the boy and said, "There's a big, dank bud in the dispensary window at the end of the street. Buy it and deliver it to Bob Crachit's house."