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MAYOR
[cheerfully] How horrible our Christmas will be!
JACK SKELLINGTON
*No.* [the Mayor switches to his unhappy face] How *jolly*.
MAYOR
Oh. How *jolly* our Christmas will be. [gets pelted by bones and a ball, growls over his desk to see who did it - then recoils in fear] What are YOU doing here?
LOCK
Jack sent for us.
SHOCK
Specifically.
BARREL
By name.
LOCK
[removes his mask] Lock!
SHOCK
[removes her mask] Shock!
BARREL
Barrel! [licks his lollipop]
MAYOR
Jack, Jack... it's - Boogie's boys!
JACK SKELLINGTON
[kneeling] Ahh... Halloween's finest *trick*-ortreaters... The job I have for you is top-secret. It requires craft! Cunning. mis...
SHOCK
[innocently] And we thought you didn't *like* us, Jack! [the three laugh]
JACK SKELLINGTON
Absolutely no one is to know about it, *not a soul*! Now... [begins to whisper, the Mayor attempts to listen through his megaphone then reaches inside to stop something blocking it - and is bitten by a spider before flinging it out]
JACK SKELLINGTON
[Jack stands and the three prepare to leave, but he grabs Barrel's jacket] And one more thing - leave that no-account Oogie-Boogie OUT OF THIS!
BARREL
Whatever you say... Jack.
SHOCK
Of course, Jack.
LOCK
Wouldn't dream of it, Jack! [they hide their crossed fingers and run off, laughing]
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JACK SKELLINGTON
The job I have for you is top secret. It requires skill, craft, cunning, mis...
SHOCK
And we thought you didn't *like* us, Jack.
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JACK SKELLINGTON
Forgive me, Mr. Claus. I'm afraid I've made a terrible mess of your holiday.
SANTA
Bumpy *sleigh*-ride... Jack. Next time you get the urge to take over someone else's holiday, I'd listen to *her*.
SANTA
She's the only one who makes any sense around this insane asylum!
SANTA
Skeletons, boogie men...
JACK SKELLINGTON
I hope there's still time.
SANTA
To fix Christmas? Of course there is! I'm Santa Claus! [flies out chimney]
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JACK SKELLINGTON
That's all right. I have a present for you anyway. There you go, sonny!
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SALLY
[examining Jack in his newly-finished Santa suit] You don't look like yourself, Jack. Not at all.
JACK SKELLINGTON
Isn't that wonderful? It couldn't be more wonderful!
SALLY
[bursting out the bag] Let me out! [the Halloween citizens gasp in awe]
JACK SKELLINGTON
B-But there must be some mistake!
SALLY
See that he's comfortable... Just a second, fellas! Of *course*! *That's* what I'm missing! [takes Santa's hat]
JACK SKELLINGTON
B-But...
SALLY
Thanks.
JACK SKELLINGTON
Hang on - you just can't - [has the bag thrown over him again] Hold on! Where are we going now? [the henchmen leave with him]
JACK SKELLINGTON, LOCK, BARREL
Ho, ho, *ho*! No... [monotone] Ho, ho, ho. Ho...
JACK SKELLINGTON
This is worse than I thought. Much worse. I know! [leaves to get fog juice]
LOCK
[holds up the clipboard sketch of him] But you're the Pumpkin King!
BARREL
Not anymore! [breks it over his knee] I feel SO much better now!
SANTA
[pulling a loose thread from his cuff] Jack, I know you think something's missing, but - [accidentally catches his finger]
JACK SKELLINGTON
[lightly] Ow.
JACK SKELLINGTON
Sorry.
JACK SKELLINGTON
You're right. Something *is* missing. But what? I've got the beard... the coat... the boots... the belt...
SANTA
[come in] Jack! Jack! This time we found him!
JACK SKELLINGTON
This time we really did.
SANTA
He sure is big, Jack!
JACK SKELLINGTON
And heavy!
SANTA
Sandy Claws - in person. What a pleasure to meet you. [prepares to shake but then looks down when their HANDS touch] Wh - ! Why, you have *hands*! You don't have claws at all!
JACK SKELLINGTON
[dazed] Where am I?
SALLY
Consider this a vacation, Santy. A reward. It's your turn to take it easy.
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JACK SKELLINGTON
[singing] There's children throwing snowballs / instead of throwing heads / they're busy building toys / and absolutely no one's dead!
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JACK SKELLINGTON
[unwrapping Oogie Boogie] How dare you treat my friend so shamefully!
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JACK SKELLINGTON
No, Zero. Down, boy... My, what a brilliant nose you have. The better to light my way! You're the head of the team, Zero!
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MAYOR
How horrible our Christmas will be!
JACK SKELLINGTON
*No.* [the Mayor switches to his upset face] How *jolly*!
MAYOR
Oh. How *jolly* our Christmas will be.
0
JACK SKELLINGTON
[singing] And on a dark cold night, under full moonlight, he flies into the fog like a vulture in the sky!
JACK SKELLINGTON
And they call him, Sandy... Clawssss...!