Santa: 'Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems in a place perhaps you've seen in your dreams. For the story you're about to be told began with the holiday worlds of auld. Now you've probably wondered where holidays come from. If you haven't I'd say it's time you begun. Jack Skellington: [singing] There's children throwing snowballs / instead of throwing heads / they're busy building toys / and absolutely no one's dead! Police officer: Attacked by Christmas toys. That's strange, that's the second toy complaint we've had. Mayor: Jack, please, I'm only an elected official here, I can't make decisions by myself! Jack Skellington: [singing] Just because I cannot see it, doesn't mean I can't believe it! Oogie Boogie Man: 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 laughing / You really are too much / And now, with your permission / I'm going to do my stuff Santa: Well, what're you going to do? Oogie Boogie Man: I'm gonna to do the best I can! Mr. Hyde: I tromped through the pumpkin patch
[to the Easter Bunny] Behemoth: Bunny! Santa: Release me fast or you will have to answer for this heinous act. Jack Skellington: And they call him Sandy Claws
[pushing Sandy down the pipe] Shock: I think he might be too big. Lock: No he's not, if he can go down a chimney he can fit down here. Dr. Finkelstein: Sally, that's twice this month you've slipped deadly nightshade into my tea and run off. Sally: Three times! Jack Skellington: Sally! I need your help most of all. Sally: You certainly do, Jack. I've had the most horrible vision! Jack Skellington: That's wonderful! Dr. Finkelstein: You've poisoned me for the last time, you wretched girl!
[to his new creation, as he inserts part of his own brain] Dr. Finkelstein: You will be a decided improvement over that treacherous Sally. We'll have conversations *worth* having. Santa: Haven't you heard of peace on earth and goodwill toward men? Lock, Shock, Barrel: NO! Jack Skellington: [singing] And since I am dead, I can take off my head, to recite Shakespearean quotations. Sally: Lunchtime! Dr. Finkelstein: Ah, what's that?
[sniffs] Dr. Finkelstein: Wormswort!
[sniffs suspiciously] Dr. Finkelstein: ...and frogs breath? Sally: I thought you liked frog's breath. Dr. Finkelstein: Nothing's more suspicious than frog's breath. Until you taste it, I won't swallow a spoonful! Sally: I'm not hungry.
[pretends to accidentally drop the spoon] Sally: Oops! Dr. Finkelstein: 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! Sally: Oh, don't be silly! Jack Skellington: [singing] Of course I've been too close to see, the answers right in front of me! Oogie Boogie Man: You a gambling man santy? Mayor: How awfull our christmas will be! Jack Skellington: No, how jolly! Mayor: Ooohhh...
[looking really depressed] Mayor: "How jolly... "
[Oogie Boogie rolls the dice and they form... ] Oogie Boogie Man: WHAT? SNAKE EYES?
[he pounds his fist and the dice form... ] Oogie Boogie Man: ELEVEN! Jack Skellington: And one more thing... leave that no-good-account-Oogie-Boogie out of this! Barrel: Whatever you say, Jack. Shock: Of course, Jack. Lock: Wouldn't dream of it, Jack. Lock, Shock, Barrel: [singing] Kidnap the Santa Claus / beat him with a stick / lock him up for ninety years / see what makes him tick. Sally: [singing] And will we ever / End up together? / No, I think not / It's never to become / For I am not the one. Jack Skellington: We take an oversized sock and hang it right here on the wall. Mr. Hyde: Oh, yes. Does it still have a foot? Smaller Mr. Hyde: Let me see, let me look. Smallest Mr. Hyde: Is it rotted and covered with gook? Mayor: [singing] What a splendid idea! This "Christmas" sounds fun. I fully endorse it - let's try it at once! Oogie Boogie Man: Jack, I thought you were dead. You must be - double dead! Mayor: Terrible news. The King of Halloween has been blown to smithereens. Sally: I had the most terrible vision. Jack Skellington: That's splendid! Sally: No - it was about your Christmas. There was smoke... and fire! Jack Skellington: That's not *my* Christmas! *My* Christmas is filled with laugh and joy... and this: my Sandy Claws outfit. I want you to make it. Sally: Jack please listen to me. It's going to be a disaster! Jack Skellington: How could it be? Just follow the pattern!
[holds up design of outfit] Jack Skellington: This part's red, the trim is white... Sally: It's a mistake, Jack! Jack Skellington: Now don't be modest. Who else is clever enough to make my Sandy Claws outfit?