Of course! I've been too close to see The answer's right in front of me Right in front of me It's simple really, very clear Like music drifting in the air Invisible, but everywhere Just because I cannot see it Doesn't mean I can't believe it You know, I think this Christmas thing It's not as tricky as it seems And why should they have all the fun?

This year, Christmas will be ours! Jack has a special Job for each of us. Finkelstein, your Xmas assignment is ready. Finkelstein to the front of the line. JACK Perhaps it can be improved?

JACK I knew it! We need some of these. I think. JACK No--how jolly. LOCK Jack sent for us. The job I have for you is top secret. It requires craft, cunning, mischief.

Not a soul. Think you can manage? JACK Fantastic! Now why don't you all practice on that and we'll be in great shape. Sally, I need your help more than anyone's.

I had the most terrible vision. JACK That's splendid. There was smoke and fire. My Xmas is filled with laughter and joy and this--my Sandy Claws outfit.

I want you to make it. JACK How could it be--just follow the pattern. This part is red, the trim is white. JACK I have every confidence in you. JACK Perfect! Open it up. There's more than one.

Sandy Claws is behind the door shaped like this. Take him home first and apologize again. Be careful with Sandy Claws when you fetch him. Treat him nicely. We'll get it right next time.

IGOR Master, the plans. Nice, nice, naughty, nice, nice, nice. There are hardly any naughty children this year. JACK Isn't that wonderful. It couldn't be more wonderful! JACK Not anymore. And I feel so much better now.

LOCK This time we really did! What a pleasure to meet you. Why you have hands! You don't have claws at all. JACK Surprised aren't you?

I knew you would be. You don't need to have another worry about Xmas this year. It's your turn to take it easy. JACK See that he's comfortable.

Just a second fellows. Of course, that's what I'm missing. Hold on where are we going now? I know On vacation on Xmas eve? There isn't anywhere in the whole world more comfortable than that and Jack said to make him comfortable.

Didn't he? We'll have conversations worth having. Naughty children never get any presents. LOCK No he's not.

If he can go down a chimney, he can fit down here! Sandy Claws, huh? Oh, I'm really scared So you're the one everybody's talkin' about, ha, ha You're jokin', you're jokin' I can't believe my eyes You're jokin' me, you gotta be This can't be the right guy He's ancient, he's ugly I don't know which is worse I might just split a seam now If I don't die laughing first Mr.

Your silhouette a dark blot on the moon, you who are our pride, you who are our glory, you who have frightened billions into an early grave. JACK Oh no! We can't take off in this!

The reindeer can't see an inch in front of their noses. JACK There go all of my hope, my precious plans, my glorious dreams. Kid [crying] There goes Xmas. My what a brilliant nose you have.

The better to light my way! To the head of the team, Zero! We're off! Oh how I hope my premonition is wrong. Sally's Song Performed by Catherine O'Hara I sense there's something in the wind That feels like tragedy's at hand And though I'd like to stand by him Can't shake this feeling that I have The worst is just around the bend And does he notice my feelings for him?

And will he see how much he means to me? I think it's not to be What will become of my dear friend? Where will his actions lead us then?

Although I'd like to join the crowd In their enthusiastic cloud Try as I may, it doesn't last And will we ever end up together? And what is your name?

I have a special present for you anyway. There you go sonny. Hohohohehehe [goes back up chimney] Mother And what did Santa bring you honey?

That's strange. That's the second toy complaint we've had. Cop [on phone] Where'd you spot him? Halloween residents [cheers] Newscaster Police assure us that this moment, military units are mobilizing to stop the perpetrator of this heinous crime.

Where'd they take that Sandy Claws? They're thanking us for doing such a good job. Head higher! Let's play. Tickle, tickle, tickle. You trying to make a dupe out of me? Ah, little Harry and Jordan.

Won't they be surprised. I felt it in my gut. Terrible news folks. The worst tragedy of our times. Jack has been blown to smithereens. Terrible, terrible news. Terrible news.

There's still no sign of Santa Claus. Although the impostor has been shot down, it looks like Xmas will have to be canceled this year. She disappears into the gloom in the direction of the cemetery.

Sooner or later you'll need this. JACK continues to congratulate and be congratulated by the various citizens of Halloweenland. It always is, isn't it? No time for sitting around smugly.

We've got a lot of work ahead of us. Goodnight, Jack! The assembly breaks up. Jack rattles his bones once more for the kids. They shriek a gleeful shriek and scamper off.

He tosses a coin into their hat. Playing, they nod their thanks. Utterly dejected, Sally crouches behind a tombstone.

She hugs herself with her remaining arm. The sight of him immediately comforts her. Look at him -- he's so alive So happy He's so filled with confidence he could teach the wolves to howl!

Sally lets out a little whimper of self-pity and collapses out of sight behind the tombstone to feel sorry for herself Why would he?

Why should he? Sally hugs herself again -- as best she can with her one arm. JACK makes his way past the markers and mausoleums. He looks around and, since Sally is hidden behind the tombstone, he doesn't see anyone.

With the slightest little effort of my ghost-like charms I have seen grown men give out a shriek With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan, I have swept the very bravest off their feet.

Jack pauses a moment, as if letting these facts settle in, then heaves a huge sigh and sags miserably. Trying to comfort his beloved master, he drapes himself over Jack's shoulder and lays a sympathetic head on him.

Hunched over with sorrow, Jack drags his bones on up the desolate hill. Have grown so tired of the same old thing Zero drifts sadly to the ground, and flattens faithfully beside his master -- only his shiny little jack o'lantern nose on the end of his pointy snout sticks up.

Jack tragically reaches the crest of the long hill. Zero follows, dragging along the ground after him. I've never known. Jack gazes hopelessly out over Halloweenland.

She peeks, but hides again. She listens breathlessly as Jack continues his soul-searching. But who here would ever understand That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin Would tire of his crown -- if they only understood He would give it all up if he only could She had no idea he felt this way, no idea of his tragic side.

She wants to show him that he's not as alone as he thinks, that she understands him. But she's timid -- should she come out from behind the tombstone? Dare she dare? Should she?

Shouldn't she? JACK Oh, there's an empty place in my bones That calls out for something unknown The fame and praise, come year after year, Does nothing for these empty tears JACK heads off with Zero, staggering away blind in his misery, while SALLY, still crouched behind the tombstone, continues to debate with herself Shocked and disappointed, Sally's rag doll body goes floppy again.

Her voice gets high and tiny Sally stares sadly into the empty spot Jack so recently occupied, then turns and hobbles limply away. Lost in his private tragedy, Jack lurches heedlessly forward.

Looking around confused -- they've never been here before -- Zero floats quickly after, hurrying to catch up. Whimpering, he bites Jack's coattails and pulls -- trying his best to get Jack to stop, to turn around Jack pulls free.

Trying again, Zero grabs Jack by the leg, wrapping his mouth around Jack's skinny shin bone. JACK No. No playing today, Zero I'm just not in the mood.

Zero lets go and Jack marches wretchedly forward. Alarmed, Sally screws the lid back on -- as quickly as she can with only one arm -- and hides the jar at the back of a cabinet.

Gasping guiltily, Sally spins around. He holds up Sally's torn-off arm -- as well as a large shiny needle threaded with a long strand of thread. I'm always right, you know, my dear Aren't I?

Smiling his mad grin, the scientist gestures into the room behind him. He makes way for Sally. After a beat, Sally nods. Resigned, she trudges past him. He jauntily follows her. The Evil Scientist carefully sews Sally's arm back on -- evenso the stitches are crude and the fit awkward.

The expression on her face is more tragic than ever. I made you. I have to leave some time. People might get the wrong idea and think you're unhappy at home. Sally whimpers sadly.

As anxious as she is to be away from here, Sally can't bear the thought of hurting anybody and instinctively tries to make him feel better.

It's a beautiful home, wonderfully comfortable I'm indebted to you for everything It's just I'm restless. I can't help it. The scientist smiles, feeling Sally under his sway again.

He pats her consolingly, then finishes sewing on her arm and makes an elaborate knot at the end of his stitches. He snips the thread and puts away his sewing kit. It'll pass. We need to be patient, that's all.

Sally heaves a big sigh. She looks off tragically. Outside, it's sunrise. Still bowed by the depth of his despair, unaware of time, or distance, or anything, Jack wanders through the gloom of the forest.

Zero floats protectively at his side. Suddenly, Jack is stabbed by a ray of light from the rising sun. JACK Ow! Cringing, he stops in his tracks.

When he dares to look around him, it is as though he has just been woken up from a dream. Zero barks his haunted ghost bark. Jack seems to notice the dog.

JACK Zero! Where are we? We've never been here, have we, boy? Jack takes a few steps one direction and looks curiously, then a few steps in another direction and looks -- and looks.

JACK It's some place new. Zero circles Jack, whirling him around, trying to aim him back toward home. But Jack resists. He wants to see whatever there is to see. He proceeds deeper into the woods.

The Mayor's hearse pulls up in front of Jack's tower. The Mayor climbs out, arms brimming with blueprints and plans. He struts to Jack's door -- his self-confident face on -- and bangs the knocker.

He waits for an answer. There isn't any. Even this little bit of suspense brings out the Mayor's other face -- this one is scared, self-doubting. You home?! There's still no answer.

The mayor squints out into the street. Have you seen Jack? But nobody has. He doesn't bother to ask the Street Band set up across the street. The mayor's bravado face evaporates and the whiny one takes over.

We had an appointment. His blustery face back on, the Mayor shouts up to Jack's room at the top of the tower. I've got the plans for next year!

He holds up the blueprints and plans he carries. Halloween'll be here again in no time! Three hundred and sixty odd days fly by too fast! The Mayor's faces alternate in progressively rapid succession as panic sets in.

I'm only an elected official here! I can't make decisions! Answer me! Ruined, the Mayor crumples. The Mayor looks up.

The Mayor tries to rouse himself, but he's shorted out, exhausted He drops again to the sidewalk. Sally peers out of an upper-storey window -- expression eager and despairing at once.

It is just before night. Jack can't wait to find out what it means, but Zero, warier than his master and far less enthusiastic about this adventure, lags behind.

Arriving at the Pumpkin shape, Jack eagerly reaches out to it. It's a DOOR. To Jack, who's never heard of the other holidays, these doorways are a total mystery.

It rattles invitingly on its hinges. Gusts of cold air blow out from behind it. Snow oozes out beneath. The drama of it draws Jack closer.

Zero hesitates in the Pumpkin-shaped doorway, uneasy about crossing through it to the other side -- but the sight of Jack, striding resolutely toward the Christmas Tree-shaped door, makes him swoop quickly after.

Using all his strength, Jack wrenches open the Christmas Tree- shaped door. A quick blast of snow knocks Zero clear back through the Pumpkin- shaped doorway.

Jack disappears. After a beat: Zero pokes his head up over the lintel of the Pumpkin-shaped doorway and sees that Jack has vanished.

Panic-stricken, he streaks across the clearing to the closed Christmas Tree door. Crying, he scratches on the door, tries to squeeze under it his vaporous body is easy, but his head and jack o'lantern nose are another matter , circles the tree, investigates for another entrance above, below, every which way.

He tries everything in his ghost-dog powers to get in -- but all in vain. He has no choice but to wait. Ears cocked, he settles down to stare and stare at the strange door that swallowed his master The fall abruptly ends.

Jack sits up in the snow bank where he has landed. He looks excitedly around. He marvels first at the miracle of snow. JACK What's this? What's this?

There's color everywhere There's white things in the air I can't believe my eyes I must be dreaming, Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair He cavorts excitedly in the snow, slipping and sliding and finally tumbling down a hill into the center of Christmastown.

He springs up, shakes himself off, and enthusiastically explores the snow-blanketed village. There's something very wrong There're people singing songs The streets are lined with Little creatures laughing, Everybody seems so happy, Have I possibly gone daffy?

What is this? There're children throwing snowballs Here instead of throwing heads. They're busy building toys And absolutely no one's dead. Here in Christmastown, every tree is a Christmas tree and each house is shinier and more beautifully decorated than the next.

Jack peeks into warmly-lighted homes Jack uses his consummate Halloween trickster skills to see without being seen They're hanging mistletoe They kiss -- Why that looks so unique They're gathering around to hear a story, Roasting chestnuts on a fire In here They've got a little tree And who would ever think They're covering it with Tiny little things, they've got Electric lights on strings, and there's a Smile on everyone, so now Correct me if I'm wrong This looks like fun, This looks like fun, Oh, could it be I got my wish?

The children are asleep But look -- There's nothing underneath No ghouls No witches here to scream and scare them Only cozy little things Secure inside their dreamland Distracted, Jack goes off to leave the child at whom he has been peering suddenly wide awake and terrified Jack is back outside Instead of screams I swear I can hear Music in the air.

The smell of cakes and pies Is absolutely everywhere The sights, the sounds, They're everywhere and all around I've never felt so good before The empty place inside of me is filling up I simply cannot get enough.

I want it, oh, I want it Oh, I want it for my own. I've got to know I've got to know What is this place that I have found? Jack darts this way and that and runs and runs, trying to get his fill of this strange new wonderful place.

Jack bursts out of his snow ball only to have fresh snow dumped on him which falls from the sign between the two tall candy canes. Jack studies the town from this distance -- the lights glow heart-warmingly.

JACK Incredible. I'll need proof On his feet again, he slinks quietly back toward Christmastown. A number of the worried citizens of Halloweenland have gathered.

They chatter among themselves. Quiet now. We all agree that two days is far too long for Jack to have been gone without warning Is there anywhere we've forgotten to check? The other citizens wheel around to look at him disbelievingly.

Everyone sighs. She keeps looking out the window, hoping for a hint of what's going on, but nothing -- not a clue. Eager to find out, she hurries the soup along Various spice jars are out on the counter -- among them, the one labelled "Deadly Night Shade," the entire contents of which she dumps into the pot.

Double dose Double, double dose. He'll be able to smell a double, double dose of Deadly Night Shade Anybody could.

She studies the other jars and picks the one labelled "Frog's Breath. She opens the jar. Recoiling from the odor, she turns aside, trying to escape the fumes as she pours some of the Frog's Breath into the soup -- but it starts to overwhelm her anyway.

She swoons. Her knees buckle. In her swoon, she fumbles blindly among the other jars. Where's that Sweet Pea Too bitter Her hand finally locates the jar labelled, "Sweet Pea. Still choking, hardly able even to squeak out an answer, Sally struggles to open the Sweet Pea jar.

Where's my soup? Sally finally gets the jar open. As fast as she can, she empties it into the soup and hovers above the pot. In a moment, the Sweet Pea takes effect and Sally's strength begins to return.

I'm hungry. Still a bit shaky, Sally reaches for one more jar. The label on this one reads, "Worm's Wart. It'll throw him off the trail for sure She drops in some Worm's Wart, stirs the soup, then ladles out a bowlful.

The Evil Scientist is at his lab table, peering into a microscope and thinking -- which, for him, involves lifting off the top of his skull and tickling and scrambling the brains inside.

Sally carries in a tray holding his bowl of soup. The scientist impatiently gestures her over. He replaces the top of his skull Over here.

Set it down. She gingerly sets the tray in front of him. The scientist inhales a deep sniff of the steam curling off the soup. What's that? Worm's Wart! He glances suspiciously at Sally.

W-w-what are you talking about? The scientist pushes the bowl of soup toward Sally. It's your lunch. There isn't much there in the first place. I spent all morning on that soup.

I thought you liked Worm's Wart. He dips a spoon into the soup then holds it up to Sally. Sally crumples. Something's happening out there. He waves the spoon at her. She keeps her lips closed tight.

An old man like me, who hardly has strength as it is -- me, without whom Of course I could. But no one would be like you All right I'll eat it.

She closes her eyes and sips the soup off the spoon. The Mayor lies sprawled on top of his hearse, staring up at the sky for ideas.

He's exhausted, as are the assembled citizens of Halloweenland, exhausted from exhausting their alternatives when it comes to seeking Jack. The corpse flops down again. The mayor lets his head fall back.

They listen. The sounds get louder, closer The group revives. The mayor sits up. Before long A joyous Zero loops-the-loop around his master.

It's Jack! The Halloweenland citizens gape. JACK I can't wait to tell all of you all about it! Call us a town meeting!

The Mayor's hearse glides through town, p. Town meeting tonight! Out stream the Creatures, Corpses, and other Vampires. Sally and the Evil Scientist are both asleep -- the Evil scientist snores, his head on the lab table beside the now empty bowl; Sally has fallen asleep on her way through the doorway -- hat on, arm half-way into the sleeve of her coat.

Town meeting! Neither of them hears the announcement. Neither of them stirs. Their deep sleep goes on undisturbed.

The town hall is a tilted Chautauqua meetinghouse. Jack stands at a podium on a stage at the end of the big meeting hall. Set up beside him is a table piled high with at this point non-descripit objects.

The murmuring crowd presses close to the stage. Of course, Sally and the Evil Scientist are absent. Jack holds up his hands for attention. JACK Listen everyone.

I want to tell you about where I've been! It's a world unlike anything I've ever seen And as hard as I try I can't seem to describe Like a most improbable dream But you must believe when I tell you this It's as real as my skull, and it does exist.

Let me show you. The people press even closer. The whole thing starts with a box JACK That's the point of the thing, not to know! JACK Listen now, you don't understand.

That's not the point of Christmasland. And bang it like this on the wall. But to no avail The Mayor struts to the front of the audience. Why I fully endorse it!

Let's try it at once! But doubt immediately overtakes the Mayor as Jack expresses his exasperation with the way things are going JACK Everyone, please, now not so fast.

There's something here that you don't quite grasp. Confident face evaporating, the Mayor skulks off. Jack looks down at the faces tipped up toward him -- in the expressions, puzzlement replaces eagerness.

Is a fearsome king with a deep mighty voice Least, that is what I've come to understand. And I've also heard it told That he's something to behold Like a lobster, huge and red And sets out to slay with his raingear on, Carting bulging sacks with his big great arms That is, so I've heard it said.

Listening to this, the people of Halloweenland are absolutely spellbound, rapt, and quiet for a change. And they call him -- Sandy Claws. At this conclusion, a delightful shudder runs through the audience.

They erupt into giddy chatter. Jack watches them from the stage, then turns to his display table and begins gathering up his many Christmasland souvenirs.

JACK sings wistfully to himself Well, at least they're excited, But they don't understand That special kind of feeling In Christmasland. Jack shakes a Frosty the Snowman paper weight and dreamily watches the little snowflakes drift down.

JACK Oh well Sighing, he packs his treasures. Jack happily decorates his room with the Christmasland souvenirs. LATER, in bed, snuggled down, wearing a nightcap, his pile of Christmas books beside him, Jack gazes critically around his room.

It is over-bright with electric lights -- they're strung everywhere they can be strung. Tinsel sparkles glaringly. Lips pursed, Jack climbs out of bed to pull a string of lights out behind an obscuring cobweb, then isn't satisfied just to see them, but traces the intricate pattern of the cobweb with them.

He steps back for perspective, comes forward to make an adjustment, steps back to look again He frowns. He scratches his head.

JACK It's not quite right; something's wrong But what? He paces and looks, paces and looks -- but the mystery remains a mystery. Still suffering the effects of her own sleeping potion, a disheveled Sally drags through the house.

Sally turns sluggishly. She shuffles toward it. Sally drags open the front door. There, on the front stoop, to her utter astonishment stands JACK. He has on a cheery face, but it is obvious to her that he is disturbed.

JACK Good morning. You don't need to pretend. Not with me. He looks quizzically at her. JACK Is the doctor in? What a surprise, my boy, a rare pleasure indeed. Come on back I'm in the laboratory.

Jack heads back. Sally looks tragically after. Jack intently sets up a make-shift laboratory with equipment borrowed from the Evil Scientist -- a microscope, mortar and pestle, petri dishes, a centrifuge, test tubes, beakers already filled with steaming liquid.

As Sally shuffles timidly into the room, the scientist doesn't look up from his reading. The scientist nods again. Sally rushes in and hurries across to her window. She stands on tip-toe and strains to peer out.

A strange glow emanates from there. Sally stares for a long time, biting her lip with worry, then decisively: Sally turns to her desk.

Please don't come after me again. Please let me go this time. I am all grown up and need to find my own life now. I hope you will understand, some day at least. Signed -- Sally.

I'll come visit very soon. There's fresh soup in the 'fridge. It isn't spiked. She adds some x's and o's to the bottom of the letter, then sets it on the pillow of her bed where the doctor will be sure to find it.

Sally lands on the street outside -- sprawled, torn apart, stuffing flowing out, stitches burst. In a moment, she flops upright. She pulls out the needle, the thread, threads the needle and, glancing every so often over her shoulder at the Evil Scientist's house, hurriedly proceeds to sew herself back together again.

The job done. She stashes the needle and thread and wobbly her stitches are looser than the doctor's gets to her feet to go -- only she's sewed one of her legs on backwards -- so that when she takes a step, her legs walk in opposite directions and she falls right over.

She lets out a little moan of frustration. Swivelling, she looks back at the house, afraid of getting caught She works even faster now, ripping out the stitches on the leg she replaced backwards and basting it back on facing forwards.

These stitches are really huge and ungainly. Still, they're substantial enough to allow her to get to her feet and totter away, though limping rather badly.

Jack has worked through the night and continues to work, concentrated, intent, doing his methodical best to study Christmas. With a mortar and pestle, he grinds the flake of shininess to a sparkling powder, then sprinkles the powder over himself as if it were fairy dust.

He strikes a pose and waits -- but no transformation occurs. In another beat, he turns back to his work table, freshly determined. I'll crack it! I will!

It reflects his own hollow eye socket back to him. Hiding in the shadows of the building across the street, Sally stares up at Jack's room. She pulls back out of sight once -- when the Evil Scientist passes, obviously looking for her -- but steps out again as soon as he's gone.

Other citizens of Halloween look up at Jack's windows as they pass and shake their heads with concern, but only Sally keeps a vigil. He feverishly crosses out some phrases, corrects others, substitutes, modifies.

Using a pulley, Sally surreptitiously hoists up a basket of food. Puffing smoke, it hauls a string of open cars filled with Christmas dolls and toys. Jack adds more toys as the tiny train cars pass him.

Inside is dinner, lovingly wrapped in a napkin -- a skeleton chicken, a couple of apple cores, and a cold bottle of newt juice. His gaze locks with Sally's -- far below. A beat.

He nods his thanks. She waves -- slowly, in tragic sympathy. He pulls back into his tower. Sally sleeps curled in the doorway across the street.

Then the whole crowd sings Something's up with Jack Sally stays back, separate from the crowd, silent. Jack stands in the center of his room, a demon possessed, surrounded by Christmas mayhem -- the glittery decorations and toys and books strewn all about him.

Will it let me be? I cannot tell. There're so many things I cannot grasp When I think I've got it, then at last Through my bony fingers it does slip Like a snowflake in a fiery grip.

Something's here I'm not quite getting Though I try, I keep forgetting Like a memory long since past Here in an instant, gone in a flash What does it mean?

In these little bric-a-brac, A secret waiting to be cracked. These dolls and toys confuse me so Confound it all -- I love it though! Simple objects nothing more But something's hidden through the door.

Though I do not have the key, Something's there I cannot see. I've read these Christmas books so many times I know the stories and I know the rhymes I know the Christmas carols all by heart My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart.

As often as I read them, something's wrong So hard to put my bony finger on A thought strikes Jack. He takes a new tack He whirls around, singing Am I trying much too hard?

Of course! I've been too close to see! The answer's right in front of me! It's simple really, very clear, Like music drifting in the air Invisible but everywhere. Just because I cannot see it Doesn't mean I can't believe it.

Enthusiasm takes the place of torment. Joy lightens Jack's tortured soul. And why should they have all the fun? It should belong to anyone Not anyone, in fact, but me! Why, I could make a Christmas tree.

And there's no reason I can find That I couldn't handle Christmastime. I bet I could improve it too!

And that's exactly what I'll do! Jack hurries to the window and throws it open. BELOW, the crowd is relieved. They smile up at their beloved Skeleton Jack. All except for Sally. Now what fever has engulfed you?

Your poor sensitive mind Sally stares up at him The word, 'Christmas,' buzzes in the air. Sally stands in line with everyone else -- somewhere near the back, just behind the members of the Street Band.

She practices what she's going to say to Jack when it's her turn -- SALLY whispers almost inaudibly to herself Jack, you must let go of this insanity.

Don't make this mistake. Taking over Christmas is no way to fill the gaping hole you feel inside. Looking for Sally, he peers through his pince-nez at the faces he passes. The Evil Scientist hobbles through the front door.

At the end of the hall is Jack. To one side of him is his Christmas treasure trunk filled to the brim with dolls and toys and decorations. On the other side, the Mayor sits at a table. Before him is an open scroll -- a long list.

With his raven feather pen, the Mayor enthusiastically marks off items and occasionally scribbles notes: forging ahead with the making of Christmas, he and Jack are giving out assignments to the citizens of Halloweenland.

As he rocks it, its eyes close if it's lying down, but open when it's brought upright. The doll also cries -- bleating sadly.

The Vampires make a face at one another. The other vampire shrugs. JACK Can you handle it? JACK I knew it! The Vampires scurry off, still studying the babydoll -- looking for other improvements.

Jack turns to the Evil Scientist. Jack pulls a book out of his trunk. JACK I need some of these. The Evil Scientist peers closely at the picture of the reindeer in Jack's book, making quick calculations.

Their construction should be very simple, I think. The Mayor glares at him resentfully. The Mayor makes a big show of checking off the doctor's name. Next, three mischievous Trick Or Treaters scuttle up to the Mayor's table.

They are small but insidious. LOCK We're here! You sent for us! LOCK Lock. JACK Excellent. The Evil Scientist shuffles off with the book. JACK I have a very important, very delicate job for you.

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Oh my, what now? The children are asleep But look, there's nothing underneath No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them Or ensnare them, only little cozy things Secure inside their dreamland What's this?

The monsters are all missing And the nightmares can't be found And in their place there seems to be Good feeling all around Instead of screams, I swear I can hear music in the air The smell of cakes and pies Are absolutely everywhere The sights, the sounds They're everywhere and all around I've never felt so good before This empty place inside of me is filling up I simply cannot get enough I want it, oh, I want it Oh, I want it for my own I've got to know I've got to know What is this place that I have found?

Christmas Town, hmm Witch It's suspicious. Witch little It's peculiar. We've got find Jack. There's only days left till next Halloween. Clown I looked in every mausoleum. Hyde I tromped through the pumpkin patch.

I did! But he wasn't there. Where's that worm's wart? Worm's wart, mmm, and I-I thought you liked frog's breath.

Until you taste it I won't swallow a spoonful. An old man like me who hardly has strength as it is. Me, to whom you owe your very life. Witch little What? Witch Shh! JACK Immediately!

I want to tell you about Christmastown. But why? How ugly What's in it? What's in it? HYDE Oh, yes! Does it still have a foot?

HYDE Is it rotted and covered with gook? JACK Dr. I need to borrow some equipment. JACK I'm conducting a series of experiments. Curiosity killed the cat, you know. JACK I know.

Gone again! I cannot tell There's so many things I cannot grasp When I think I've got it, and then at last Through my bony fingers it does slip Like a snowflake in a fiery grip Something here I'm not quite getting Though I try, I keep forgetting Like a memory long since past Here in an instant, gone in a flash What does it mean?

What does it mean? In these little bric-a-brac A secret's waiting to be cracked These dolls and toys confuse me so Confound it all, I love it though Simple objects, nothing more But something's hidden through a door Though I do not have the key Something's there I cannot see What does it mean?

I've read these Christmas books so many times I know the stories and I know the rhymes I know the Christmas carols all by heart My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart As often as I've read them, something's wrong So hard to put my bony finger on Or perhaps it's really not as deep As I've been led to think Am I trying much too hard?

Of course! I've been too close to see The answer's right in front of me Right in front of me It's simple really, very clear Like music drifting in the air Invisible, but everywhere Just because I cannot see it Doesn't mean I can't believe it You know, I think this Christmas thing It's not as tricky as it seems And why should they have all the fun?

This year, Christmas will be ours! Jack has a special Job for each of us. Finkelstein, your Xmas assignment is ready. Finkelstein to the front of the line. JACK Perhaps it can be improved?

JACK I knew it! We need some of these. I think. JACK No--how jolly. LOCK Jack sent for us. The job I have for you is top secret. It requires craft, cunning, mischief. Not a soul.

Think you can manage? JACK Fantastic! Now why don't you all practice on that and we'll be in great shape. Sally, I need your help more than anyone's. I had the most terrible vision. JACK That's splendid.

There was smoke and fire. My Xmas is filled with laughter and joy and this--my Sandy Claws outfit. I want you to make it.

JACK How could it be--just follow the pattern. This part is red, the trim is white.

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Back to IMSDb. The web's largest movie script resource! Search IMSDb. For the story that you are about to be told, took place in the holiday worlds of old. Now, you've probably wondered where holidays come from. If you haven't, I'd say it's time you begun. JACK I believe it was our most horrible yet!

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More info about this movie on IMDb. Screenplays for You - free movie scripts and screenplays. About Links. Each day is a tear-off page. The dates are printed in bold black lettering. The pages of days of the year zip off -- at a rate faster than the eye can really register.

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Играли вокруг острия Большого рога, окруженного шестью заостренными собратьями, каждый из Узлов составляет часть иерархии разума, собирающего информацию о том, что действительно увидит дочь, которую не видели никаких подслушивающих и подглядывающих устройств.

Разве что они собираются делать. - спросила Элли. - Я хочу, чтобы Ричард получил возможность проявить героизм?" Но предчувствие крепло, невзирая на хаос естественных законов.

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