His attempt to ape cockney speech is embarassing. Let’s take a look at the masterpiece he’s bastardizing.
Here is the opening description of Scrooge. Note the excessive descriptors of his visage and character.
Here is the scene where Scrooge begrudgingly gives Bob Crachet a single day off. Notice that though Bob is poor, he speaks properly, because he’s a classy dude.
This is the scene where the ghost of Christmas past shows him the moment he lost sight of what’s really important- love, and replaces it with love of money. Belle’s vocabulary is precise and proper.
Here is a bit where Tiny Tim is such a good saintly little Christian, he brings his father to tears with his eloquent generosity.
Ah, finally some more sordid characters. The ghost of Christmas future shows Scrooge’s scullery maid and laundress heartlessly selling his few miserly possessions after his death. These are gross, criminal characters. But they STILL don’t have shitty forced phonetic dialect written, because you can tell by their actions and grammar how they speak in a cockney accent. DEW YEW FINK OI KIN GIT A BIT O SPELLENG, MISTAH FATRICK SAH?

Scrooge has awoken from his visions, alive and well, and with true joy and love in his heart. After cackling and dancing like a schoolboy, he giddily exclaims his intent to be different.
And the final passage, we see that he learned the true meaning of Christmas, and lived well for the rest of his days.
At no point is Dickens’ prose anything but spectacular. At no point is his dialogue clunky speak-n-spell noise. The entire point of the story is an old man, seemingly too far gone to redeem, being given a final chance to choose virtue and love, and taking it. Even Marley, a soul in hell, begs Scrooge to change his ways lest he suffer the same fate. The entire point of Fat’s shitty fanfic is for good old Scrooge to encourage saintly Tim to murder in vengeance. Patrick is such a failure.