'Twas a long time ago,|longer now than it seems...
in a place that perhaps|you've seen in your dreams.
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!
Boys and girls|of every age
Wouldn't you like to see|something strange
Come with us|and you will see
This our town|of Halloween
This is Halloween|This is Halloween
Pumpkins scream|in the dead of night
This is Halloween|Everybody make a scene
Trick-or-treat till the|neighbor's gonna die of fright
It's our town|Everybody scream
In this town of Halloween
I am the one hiding|under your bed
Teeth ground sharp|and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding|under your stairs
Fingers like snakes|and spiders in my hair
This is Halloween|This is Halloween
Halloween, Halloween|Halloween, Halloween
In this town we call home
Everyone hail|to the pumpkin song
In this town|Don't we love it now
Everybody's waiting|for the next surprise
'Round that corner, man|Hiding in the trash can
- Something's waiting now|to pounce and how you'll|- Scream
- This is Halloween|- Red and black|- And slimy green
- Aren't you scared|- Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice|Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon|in the dead of night
Everybody scream|Everybody scream
In our town of Halloween
I am the clown|with a tear-away face
Here in a flash|and gone without a trace
I am the who|when you call who's there
I am the wind blowing|through your hair
I am the shadow|on the moon at night
Filling your dreams|to the brim with fright
This is Halloween|This is Halloween
Halloween, Halloween|Halloween, Halloween
Tender lumplings everywhere
Life's no fun|without a good scare
- That's our job|- But we're not mean
In our town of Halloween
In this town|Don't we love it now
Everyone's waiting|for the next surprise
Skeleton Jack|might catch you in the back
And scream like a banshee|Make you jump out of your skin
This is Halloween|Everybody scream
Won't you please make way|for a very special guy
Our man Jack is king|of the pumpkin patch
Everyone hail|to the Pumpkin King now
This is Halloween|This is Halloween
Halloween, Halloween|Halloween, Halloween
In this town we call home
Everyone hail|to the pumpkin song
- La, la, la, la, la, la|- Halloween, Halloween
- La, la, la, la, la, la|- Halloween, Halloween
- La, la, la, la, la, la|- Halloween, Halloween
La, la, la, la, la, la|Whee
- It's over!|- We did it!
- Wasn't it terrifying?|- What a night!
Great Halloween, everybody.
I believe it was our most horrible yet.|Thank you, everyone.
No! Thanks to you, Jack.
Without your|brilliant leadership--
- Not at all, Mayor.|- You're such a scream, Jack.
- You're a witch's fondest dream.|- You made walls fall, Jack.
Walls fall? You made|the very mountains crack, Jack.
- The deadly nightshade|you slipped me wore off, Sally.|- Let go!
- You're not ready|for so much excitement.|- Yes, I am!
- You're coming with me!|- No, I'm not!
Come back here, you foolish--
Oh! Oh! Oh-oh-oh.
Ooh, Jack, you made|wounds ooze and flesh crawl.
Thank you. Thank you!|Thank you very much!
Hold it. We haven't given out|the prizes yet.
Our first award|goes to the vampires...
for most blood drained|in a single evening.
Our second and|honorable mention...
goes to the fabulous|Dark Lagoon leeches.
Nice work, Bone Daddy.
Yeah, I guess so.|Just like last year...
and the year before that,|and the year before that.
There are few who deny|at what I do I am the best
For my talents|are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises|in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort
Of my ghost-like charms
I have seen grown men|give out a shriek
With a wave of my hand|and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest|off their feet
Yet year after year
It's the same routine
And I grow so weary|of the sound of screams
And l, Jack|the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired|of the same old thing
Oh, somewhere deep
Inside of these bones
An emptiness
Began to grow
There's something out there
Far from my home
A longing that
I've never known
I'm the master of fright
And a demon of light
And I'll scare you|right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky|I'm Mr. Unlucky
And I'm known throughout|England and France
And since I am dead|I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man|can scream like I can
With the fury|of my recitations
But who here
Would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King|with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown|lf they only understood
He'd give it all up
If he only could
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.
I know how you feel.
Sally!
You've come back.
- I had to.|- For this!
- Yes.|- Shall we, then?
That's twice this month|you've slipped deadly nightshade|into my tea and run off.
- Three times.|- You're mine, you know!
I made you with my own hands.
You can make other creations.
I'm restless. I can't help it.
It's a phase, my dear. It'll pass.
We need to be patient, that's all.
But I don't want to be patient.
No, Zero, not now.
I'm not in the mood.
All right.
Here you go, boy.
Mornin', gents!
Jack, you home?
Jack, I've got the plans|for next Halloween.
I need to go over them with you|so we can get started.
Jack, please! I'm only|an elected official here.
I can't make decisions by myself.
Jack, answer me!
- Huh?|- He's not home.
- Where is he?|- He hasn't been home all night.
Where are we?
It's someplace new!
What is this?
Whoa-oa-oa!
Whoa!
What's this, what's this|There's color everywhere
What's this|There's white things in the air
What's this, I can't believe my eyes|I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair|What's this
What's this, what's this|There's something very wrong
What's this, there's people|singing songs, what's this
The streets are lined|with little creatures laughing|Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy|What is this
What's this
There's children throwing snowballs|instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys|and absolutely no one's dead
There's frost in every window|Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones|I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside
Oh, look, what's this|They're hanging mistletoe
They kiss, why that looks|so unique, inspired
They're gathering around|to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire|What's this
What's this in here|They've got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think|And why
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|What's this
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
What is this
Christmas Town?
Hmm.
Ho-ho-ho-ho!
Ho-ho-ho-ho!
Hmm.
- This has never happened before.|- It's suspicious.
- It's peculiar.|- It's scary.
Stand aside. Coming through.
We've got to find Jack!
There's only 365 days left|till next Halloween!
Three sixty-four!
Is there anywhere|we've forgotten to check?
I looked in every mausoleum.
We opened the sarcophagi!
I tromped through|the pumpkin patch.
I peeked behind|the cyclops' eye.
I did! But he wasn't there.
It's time to sound the alarms!
Frog's breath|will overpower any odor.
Bitter!
Worm's wart. But where,|where is that worm's wart?
Sally? ls that soup ready yet?
Ah. Coming!
Lunch!
Ah, what's that?
Worm's wart! Mmm!
And frog's breath?
Wh-What's wrong? l-l thought|you liked frog's breath.
Nothing's more suspicious|than frog's breath.
Until you taste it,|I won't swallow a spoonful.
I'm not hungry. Oops.
You want me to starve...
an old man like me,|who hardly has strength as it is.
Me, to whom you owe|your very life.
Oh, don't be silly.
Mmm! See? Scrumptious!
Did anyone think|to dredge the lake?
Oh, this morning.
- Hear that?|- Ah, what?|- Shh.
Zero!
- Jack's back!|- Jack's back! Jack's back!
- Where have you been?|- Call a town meeting and I'll|tell everyone all about it.
- When?|- Immediately!
Town meeting! Town meeting!
Town meeting tonight!
Town meeting!|Town meeting tonight!
Listen, everyone!
I want to tell you|about Christmas Town.
There were objects so peculiar|they were not to be believed
All around things|to tantalize my brain
It's a world unlike anything|I've ever seen
And as hard as I tried|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
Here, let me show you.
Ooh!
This is a thing|called a present
The whole thing|starts with a box
- A box|- Is it steel|- Are there locks
- Is it filled with a pox|- A pox, how delightful, a pox
If you please.
Just a box with|bright colored paper
And the whole thing's|topped with a bow
- A bow|- But why|- How ugly|- What's in it, what's in it
That's the point of the thing|Not to know
- It's a bat|- Will it bend|- It's a rat|- Will it break
Perhaps it's the head|that I found in the lake
Listen now|You don't understand
That's not the point|of Christmasland
Now pay attention|We pick up an oversized sock
And hang it like this|on the wall
Oh, yes, does it still|have a foot
- Let me see, let me look|- Is it rotted and covered with gook
Um, let me explain.
There's no foot inside|but there's candy
- Or sometimes it's filled|with small toys|- Small toys
- Do they bite|- Do they snap|- Or explode in the sack
Well, perhaps they just spring|out and scare girls and boys
What a splendid idea|This Christmas sounds fun
I fully endorse it|Let's try it at once
Everyone, please|Now not so fast
There's something here|that you don't quite grasp
I don't know.|Do you get it?
Well, I may as well|give them what they want.
And the best I must confess|I have saved for the last
For the ruler|of this Christmasland
Is a fearsome king|with a deep, mighty voice
Least, that's 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
When he sets out to slay|with his rain gear on
Carting bulging sacks|with his big great arms
That is so I've heard it said
And on a dark cold night|under full moonlight
He flies into a fog|like a vulture in the sky
And they call him
Sandy Claws
Well, at least they're excited
But they don't understand
That special kind of feeling|in Christmasland
Oh, well.
Hmm.
Hmm.
There's got to be a logical way|to explain this Christmas thing.
You've poisoned me for the|last time, you wretched girl.
Oh, my head!
The door is open!
- Hello!|- Jack Skellington!
- Up here, my boy.|- Doctor, I need to borrow some|equipment.
Is that so? Whatever for?
I'm conducting a series|of experiments.
How perfectly marvelous!
- Curiosity killed the cat, you know.|- I know.
Come on into the lab|and we'll get you all fixed up.
Hmm. Experiments?
Zero, I'm home!
Interesting reaction!|But what does it mean?
You can come out now|if you promise to behave.
Sally?
Sally?
Oh, gone again!
Hmm.
Oh!
Something's up with Jack|Something's up with Jack
Don't know if we're ever|going to get him back
He's all alone up there|locked away inside
- Never says a word|- Hope he hasn't died
Something's up with Jack|Something's up with Jack
Christmastime|is buzzing in my skull
Will it let me be|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 here I cannot see
What does it mean|What does it mean
What does it mean
Hmm. Hmm.
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
It's 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|is not as tricky as it seems
And why should they have all the fun|It should belong to anyone
Not anyone in fact, but me|Why I can make a Christmas tree
And there's no reason I can find|I couldn't handle Christmastime
I bet I could improve it too|And that's exactly what I'll do
Eureka!
This year,|Christmas will be ours!
Patience, everyone. Jack has|a special job for each of you.
Dr. Beetlestein.
Your Christmas assignment|is ready.
Dr. Beetlestein,|to the front of the line.
What kind of noise is that|for a baby to make?
- Perhaps it can be improved?|- No problem!
I knew it!
Doctor, thank you for coming.
We need some of these.
Hmm.
Their construction should be|exceedingly simple, I think.
How horrible|our Christmas will be.
No! How jolly!
Oh. How jolly|our Christmas will be.
- What are you doing here?|- Jack sent for us.
- Specifically.|- By name.
- Lock.|- Shock.|- Barrel.
Jack, Jack,|it's Boogie's boys.
Ah, Halloween's finest|trick or treaters.
The job I have for you|is top secret.
It requires craft,|cunning, mischief.
And we thought|you didn't like us, Jack.
Absolutely no one|is to know about it. Not a soul!
Now.
Tree.
Christmas Town.
Ow! Hmm.
And one more thing.
Leave that no-account|Oogie Boogie out of this!
Whatever you say, Jack.
- Of course, Jack.|- Wouldn't dream of it, Jack.
Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws
- I wanna do it|- Let's draw straws|- Jack said we should work together
- Three of a kind|- Birds of a feather|- Now and forever
La, la, la, la, la, la|La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la|La, la, la, la, la
Kidnap the Sandy Claws|Lock him up real tight
Throw away the key|and then turn off all the lights
First we're going to set some bait|inside a nasty trap and wait
When he comes a-sniffing|We will snap the trap and close the gate
Wait, I've got a better plan|to catch this big red lobster man
Let's pop him in a boiling pot|And when he's done we'll butter him up
Kidnap the Sandy Claws|Throw him in a box
Bury him for 90 years|Then see if he talks
And Mr. Oogie Boogie man
Can take the whole thing|over then
He'll be so pleased I do declare
That he will cook him rare|Whee
I say that we take a cannon|Aim it at his door and then
Knock three times and when he answers|Sandy Claws will be no more
You're so stupid|Think now if we blow him up|to smithereens
We may lose some pieces and then|Jack will beat us black and green
Kidnap the Sandy Claws|Tie him in a bag
Throw him in the ocean|Then see if he is sad
Because Mr. Oogie Boogie|is the meanest guy around
- If I were on his boogie list|- I'd get out of town
He'll be so pleased|by our success
That he'll reward us too|I'll bet
Perhaps he'll make|his special brew
Of snake and spider stew
We're his little henchmen|and we take our job with pride
We do our best to please him|and stay on his good side
- I wish my cohorts weren't so dumb|- I'm not the dumb one
- You're no fun|- Shut up|- Make me
I've got something, listen now|This one is real good you'll see
We'll send a present to his door|Upon there'll be a note to read
Now in the box we'll wait|and hide until his curiosity
Entices him to look inside and then|we'll have him one, two, three
Kidnap the Sandy Claws|Beat him with a stick
Lock him up for 90 years|See what makes him tick
Kidnap the Sandy Claws|Chop him into bits
Mr. Oogie Boogie|is sure to get his kicks
Kidnap the Sandy Claws|See what we will see
Lock him in a cage|and then throw away the key
Sandy Claws, huh?
It goes something like this.
How about it?|Think you can manage?
A-one, and a-two,|and a-three, and a--
- Next!|- 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.
You certainly do, Jack.|I had the most terrible vision.
- That's splendid!|- No! It was about your Christmas.
- There was smoke and fire.|- That's not my Christmas.
My Christmas is filled|with laughter and joy.
And this: my Sandy Claws outfit.|I want you to make it.
Jack, please listen to me.|It's going to be a disaster.
How could it be?|Just follow the pattern.
This part's red.|The trim is white.
- It's a mistake, Jack.|- Now, don't be modest.
Who else is clever enough|to make my Sandy Claws outfit?
- Next!|- I have...
- Oh.|- every confidence in you.
But it seems wrong to me.|Very wrong.
This device|is called a nutcracker.
Jack! Jack! We caught 'im!|We got 'im!
Perfect! Open it up. Quickly!
That's not Sandy Claws!
- It isn't?|- Who is it?
- Bunny!|- Eek! Ooh.
Not Sandy Claws! Take him back!
- We followed your instructions.|- We went through the door.
Which door?|There's more than one.
Sandy Claws is behind the door|shaped like this.
I told you!
- You knock it off!|- Get-- Ow! Ow!
I'm very sorry|for the inconvenience, sir.
Take him home first!|And apologize again.
Be careful with Sandy Claws|when you fetch him.
- Treat him nicely.|- Got it.
We'll get it right next time.
You will be a decided improvement...
over that treacherous Sally.
Master. The plans.
Excellent, lgor.
- What?|- What's goin' on?
This time
This time
Making Christmas
Making Christmas
Making Christmas|Making Christmas is so fine
It's ours this time|And won't the children be surprised
It's ours this time
- Making Christmas|- Making Christmas|- Making Christmas
Time to give them something fun
They'll talk about|for years to come
- Let's have a cheer from everyone|- It's time to party
Making Christmas|Making Christmas
Snakes and mice|get wrapped up so nice
With spider legs and pretty bows
It's ours this time
All together|that and this
With all our tricks|we're making Christmastime
Here comes Jack.
I don't believe|what's happening to me
My hopes, my dreams
My fantasies
Won't they be impressed|I am a genius
See how I transform|this old rat
Into a most delightful hat
- Hmm.|- My compliments from me to you|on this your most intriguing hat
- Consider though this substitute|A bat in place of this old rat|- Huh!
No, no, no, now that's all wrong|This thing will never make a present
It's been dead for much too long|Try something fresher|Something pleasant
Try again|Don't give up
All together|that and this
With all our tricks|we're making Christmastime
- This time, this time|- It's ours
Making Christmas|Making Christmas
La, la, la|It's almost here and we can't wait
So ring the bells|and celebrate
'Cause when the full moon|starts to climb, we'll all sing out
It's Christmastime
Kathleen, Bobby, Susie.|Yes, Susie's been nice.
Nice, nice, naughty,|nice, nice, nice--
There are hardly|any naughty children this year.
Now, who could that be?
- Trick or treat!|- Huh?
Ya!
You don't look like yourself,|Jack, not at all.
Isn't that wonderful?|It couldn't be more wonderful!
But you're the Pumpkin King!
Not anymore.|And I feel so much better now!
Jack, I know you think|something's missing, but--
- Ow!|- Sorry.
You're right.|Something is missing, but what?
I've got the beard, the coat,|the boots, the belt--
- Jack, Jack, this time we bagged him.|- This time we really did!
- He sure is big, Jack!|- And heavy!
Let me out!
Sandy Claws in person!|What a pleasure to meet you!
Wh-- Why, you have hands!
- You don't have claws at all!|- Wha--
Where am l?
Surprised, aren't you?|I knew you would be.
You don't need to have another|worry about Christmas this year.
- Wha-- Well, wha-- Wha--|- Consider this a vacation,|Sandy, a reward.
- It's your turn to take it easy.|- B-But there must be some mistake!
See that he's comfortable.|Just a second, fellas. Of course!
- That's what I'm missing!|- B-B-but--
- Thanks.|- Y-You just can't--
Hold on.|Where are we going now?
Ho, ho, ho! No.
- This is worse than I thought.|- Ho, ho, ho.|- Much worse.
- Ho, ho, ho!|- I know.
Me, on vacation?|On Christmas Eve?
- Where are we taking him?|- Where?
To Oogie Boogie, of course.
There isn't anywhere in the whole world|more comfortable than that.
- And Jack said to make him|comfortable, didn't he?|- Yes, he did.
Haven't you heard of peace on earth|and goodwill toward men?
No!
Ah! This'll stop Jack.
What a joy to think of all|we'll have in common.
We'll have conversations|worth having!
Don't do this!
Naughty children|never get any presents!
- I think he might be too big!|- Ooh!
No, he's not.|If he can go down a chimney...
he can fit down here.
Well, well, well!|What have we here?
Sandy Claws, huh?|Oooh, I'm really scared!
So you're the one|everybody's talkin' about.
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 laughin' first
Mr. Oogie Boogie says|there's trouble close at hand
You better pay attention now|'cause I'm the boogie man
And if you aren't shakin'|there's somethin' very wrong
'Cause this may be the last time|you hear the boogie song
- Whoa-oh|- Whoa-oh
- Whoa-oh|- Whoa-oh
- Whoa-oh|- Whoa-oh
- I'm the Oogie Boogie man|- He's the Oogie Boogie man
Release me now or you must face|the dire consequences
The children are expecting me|So please, come to your senses
Ah, you're jokin'|You're jokin'
I can't believe my ears
Would someone shut this fella up|I'm drownin' in my tears
It's funny|I'm laughin'
You really are too much
And now with your permission|I'm going to do my stuff
- What are you going to do?|- I'm gonna do the best I can.
Whoa
The sound of rolling dice to me|is music in the air
'Cause I'm a gamblin' boogie man|although I don't play fair
It's much more fun|I must confess with lives on the line
Not mine, of course|But yours, old boy
Now that'd be just fine
Release me fast or you will have to|answer for this heinous act
Oh, brother, you're somethin'|You put me in a spin
You aren't comprehending|the position that you're in
It's hopeless, you're finished|You haven't got a prayer
'Cause I'm Mr. Oogie Boogie
And you ain't goin' nowhere
Whoa! It's Jack!
Think of us as you soar|triumphantly through the sky...
outshining every star...
your silhouette|a dark blot on the moon.
You, who are our pride.
You, who are our glory.
- You, who have frightened|millions into an early grave.|- Ow!
You, who have, uh...
devastated the,|the souls of the living?
Oh, no! We can't take off in this.
- The reindeer can't see an inch|in front of their noses.|- Whew!
This fog's as thick as, as--
- Jellied brains.|- Or thicker!
There go all of my hopes...
my precious plans,|my glorious dreams.
There goes Christmas.
No, Zero. Down, boy.
My, what a brilliant nose you have!
The better to light my way!
To the head|of the team, Zero!
We're off!
Wait, Jack! No!
Ho-ho-ho!|Ha-ha-ha-ha-ho!
Good-bye, Jack.
My dearest Jack.
Oh, how I hope|my premonition is wrong.
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
No, I think not
It's never to become
For I am not the one
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!
Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!
Santa!
Santa?
Merry Christmas!|And what is your name?
- Uh, uh, uh, uh--|- That's all right.
I have a special present for you|anyway. There you go, sonny.
Ho-ho-ho-ho!|Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!
And what did Santa|bring you, honey?
Merry Christmas!
Hello. Police.
Attacked by Christmas toys?|That's strange. That's the|second toy complaint we've had.
Oh! Ha-ha-ha-ha,|ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Oh! Ha-ha-ha-ha,|ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Huh?
Oh, wait!
Whoa! Help! Help!
You're welcome, one and all!
Where'd you spot him?|Fast as we can, ma'am.
Police. I know. I know.|A skeleton. Keep calm.
Turn off all the lights. Make sure|the doors are locked. Hello. Police.
Reports are pouring in|from all over the globe...
that an impostor is shamelessly|impersonating Santa Claus...
mocking and mangling|this joyous holiday.
Authorities assure us|that at this moment...
military units are mobilizing to stop|the perpetrator of this heinous crime.
- Jack! Someone has to help Jack.|- Wherever you are...
- Where'd they take that Sandy Claws?|- come back and save Christmas.
Look, Zero, searchlights!
They're celebrating!
They're thanking us|for doing such a good job.
Whoa! Careful down there.|You almost hit us!
It's okay, Zero. Head higher.
Are you a gamblin' man, Sandy?
Let's play. Hmm?
My, my! What have we here?
I'll get you out of here.
Ah. Lovely.
Tickle, tickle, tickle.|Uh, tickle, tickle, tickle.
Tickle, tickle, tickle.|Tickle, tickle, tickle.
What? You try to make|a dupe out of me!
Oh!
Who's next on my list?
Ah, little Harry and Jordan.|Won't they be surprised?
They're trying to hit us. Zero!
Merry Christmas to all...
and to all a good night!
I knew this Christmas thing|was a bad idea.
I felt it in my gut.
Terrible news, folks.
The worst tragedy of our times.
Jack has been blown to smithereens!
Terrible, terrible news!
Attention. Attention, citizens.
Terrible news. There's still|no sign of Santa Claus.
Although the impostor|has been shot down...
it looks like Christmas will|have to be cancelled this year.
I repeat, the impostor|has been shot down...
but there's still|no sign yet of Santa.
What have I done
What have I done
How could I
Be so blind
All is lost
Where was I
Spoiled all
Spoiled all
Everything's
Gone all wrong
What have I done
What have I done
Find a deep cave to hide in
In a million years
They'll find me only dust
And a plaque that reads
Here lies poor old Jack
But I never intended|all this madness
Never
And nobody really understood
Well, how could they
That all I ever wanted was|to bring them something great
Why does nothing ever|turn out like it should
Well, what the heck
I went and did my best
And by god|I really tasted something swell
And for a moment|why, I even touched the sky
And at least I left some stories|they can tell, I did
And for the first time|since I don't remember when
I felt just like|my old bony self again
And l, Jack
The Pumpkin King
That's right, I am the Pumpkin King|Ha-ha-ha-ha
And I just can't wait|until next Halloween
'Cause I've got some new ideas|that will really make them scream
And by god I'm really|going to give it all my might
Uh-oh. I hope there's still time...
to set things right.
Sandy Claws! Hmm.
You wait 'til Jack|hears about this!
By the time he's through with|you, you'll be lucky if you--
The King of Halloween...
has been blown to smithereens.
Skeleton Jack|is now a pile of dust.
Come on, Zero.|Christmas isn't over yet.
What's that you said|about luck, rag doll?
Help! Help! Help!
Shh.
Looks like it's Oogie's turn|to boogie now.
- Help!|- One, two, three...
four, five, six, seven.
Help!
Ashes to ashes,|and dust to dust.
Oh, I'm feeling weak with hunger!
One more roll of the dice|oughta do it.
What? Snake eyes?
Eleven!
Looks like I won the jackpot!
Bye-bye, doll face and sandman.
What the--
- Hello, Oogie.|- J-J-J-Jack!
But they said you were dead.|You must be double dead!
Oh!
Well, come on, bone man!
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo! Ha!
Fire!
Hmm. Ooh-ooh-ooh!
Jack, look out!
So long, Jack.
How dare you treat my friends|so shamefully!
Now look what you've done!
My bugs! My bugs!
My bugs! My bugs! My bugs!
My bugs! My bugs! My bugs!
My bugs! My bugs!
Forgive me, Mr. Claws.
I'm afraid I've made|a terrible mess of your holiday.
Bumpy sleigh ride, Jack?
The next time you get the urge|to take over someone else's|holiday, I'd listen to her.
She's the only one who makes any|sense around this insane asylum.
- Skeletons! Boogie men! Ooh.|- I hope there's still time.
To fix Christmas?|Of course there is!
I'm Santa Claus.
He'll fix things, Jack.|He knows what to do.
How did you|get down here, Sally?
Oh, l-l was trying to--|Well, I wanted to, to--
- To help me.|- I couldn't let you just--
Sally, I can't believe|I never realized that you--
- Jack! Jack!|- Here he is!|- Alive!
- Just like we said!|- Grab ahold, my boy!
Whoa!
Good news, folks. Santa Claus, the one|and only, has finally been spotted.
Old Saint Nick appears to be|traveling at supersonic speed.
He's setting things right, bringing|joy and cheer wherever he goes.
Yes, folks, Kris Kringle|has pulled it out of the bag...
and delivered Christmas|to excited children all over the world.
La, la, la, la|La-la-la-la
La, la, la, la|La-la-la-la
- Jack!|- Jack's back!
- Jack?|- Jack's okay!|- He's all right!|- It's Jack!
Jack's okay|And he's back
Oh, yea|He's all right
Let's shout, make a fuss|Scream it out, whee
Jack is back now|Everyone sing
In the town of Halloween
- It's great to be home!|- Ho-ho-ho-ho!
Happy Halloween!
Merry Christmas!
- What's this|- What's this|- I haven't got a clue
- What's this|- Why, it's completely new
What's this|Must be a Christmas thing
- What's this|- It's really very strange
This is Halloween|Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
What's this|What's this
Careful, my precious jewel.
My dearest friend|if you don't mind
I'd like to join you by your side
Where we can gaze|into the stars
And sit together
Now and forever
For it is plain
As anyone can see
We're simply meant to be