TNBC: Making Christmas

Graveyard

The cream yellow moon was full in the nighttime.

In the graveyard near the town, there was the blue redhead ragdoll. She was gloomy. Sally sat near the tombstone, putting her stuffing of leaves back in her half left arm. She had to escape from the mad scientist. Or else Sally will be forced back to Doctor Finkelstein's Lab.

Sally was used to losing one of her arms before. Sometimes her right arm. Sometimes both of her arms. Trying to keep her leaves in herself is one thing. It's impossible to do that without her both arms.

She sighed heavily. Sally wished the doctor would understand her for once. Unfortunately, it was no use. She keeps her stuffing of leaves together in her half left arm. Hoping that nothing falls out while moving herself again.

The cemetery gate creaks open.

Sally gasped. She was alarmed. Sally scurrying herself behind the tombstone. She peeks above it. Sally stayed quiet in her sad eyes.

It was Jack Skellington who enters the graveyard. He shut the gate behind himself. Jack ponders while scrolling gradually thru the tombstones.

She concealed her head immediately. He passed by one tombstone. Jack hasn't noticed one's presence in the cemetery.

Sally touched the tombstone by her right hand. She peeps slowly. Sally was smiling at the handsome skeleton. She had her wishful thinking of seeing him in person someday. Sally dreamt it since she first laid her eyes on the Pumpkin King back in the lab.

Jack was in his deep thoughts. He halted by the one tombstone. It looked like the doghouse. Jack patted his right leg twice, calling the ghost. He resumed walking while considering.

The white little animal spirit appeared from the ground. Jack's only friend has a name. The white canine ghost's name was Zero. The white little animal spirit has a red collar. Zero was happy to see his friend. The white canine ghost have the illuminating Jack-O-Lantern on its nose. Zero followed the skeleton around the cemetery.

Jack continues making his scrolls down the graveyard. He was confident yet amazed. "Just come to think about my best moments of Halloween..." Jack stated.

He stopped at one tombstone with the little monster on top. Jack gestured to himself. "There are few who'd deny at what I do I am the best...For my talents are renowned far and wide..." he said.

Jack glanced at Zero, when he detects his ghost dog going near the skeleton. Jack pointed out. "When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night...I excel without ever even trying..." he said.

Jack goes tombstone-to-tombstone. The skeleton was circling the three tombstones, making his own rhythm. Jack tries to go dancing around about himself. "With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms...I have seen grown men give out a shriek..." he said.

Jack went between the two tombstones. He was enthusiastic. Jack moves his left four-fingered bony hand slowly. "With the wave of my hand and a well-placed moan..." he said.

Jack raises his both arms. He became so ghastly. Jack clenches his bony hands into fists. "I have swept the very bravest off their feet!" He exclaimed.

Jack was proud that he accomplished scaring the people on Halloween. Jack has experienced horrifying the people since he became the holiday leader. And how Halloween was born.

The skeleton becomes glum. Something bothers Jack in his skull. He walks unhurriedly thru the tombstones. "Yet year after year...The citizens and myself do the same Halloween routine...I am getting so weary of the sounds of screams..." Jack mentions.

The skeleton was frowning. "I, Jack, the Pumpkin King of Halloween Town." He reminds his title.

Then, Jack was melancholy. He sighs. "I have grown so tired of the same old thing..." Jack declared quietly.

The skeleton heads to the twirling hill.

Zero was pitiful.

Sally was surprised about the Pumpkin King's lament.

Jack steps up onto the top of the Spiral Hill. He really was depressed. Jack looks up at the dark sky. "Oh somewhere deep inside of my bones...Such emptiness begins to grow in me..." he said.

The skeleton halts on top of the Spiral Hill. Jack outstretches to the cream yellow full moon. "There's something out there...far from my home...A longing that...I might have never known..." he said.

Jack stared down at the pumpkins under the hill. He took a deep breath.

The ghost dog looks at the Pumpkin King sadly.

Jack reminisces himself who he is himself. The master of fright. A demon of light. For his years of bone-chilling thrills of Halloween, the skeleton scares everyone out of their pants. He screamed at the man in Kentucky. Jack was mister unlucky. The Pumpkin King has been known in England and France.

The skeleton chuckles to himself. Jack takes his own head off, pretending to act the play of one of famous Shakespeare's stories.

The skeleton holds his skull on his right hand. He was thrilled. Jack gestures by his left hand. "To be the knight of nightmares...or not to be the knight of nightmares...That is the question..." he recited.

Jack laughs hysterically at his quotation. He was pleased. The skeleton puts his head back to his neck. "No animal nor man can scream like I can...Such fury of my recitation..." Jack said. He enjoyed some good quotes to make everybody shrieking, before or after Halloween.

The skeleton remembers improving the last minute plans for Halloween with the Mayor before the holiday of shrieks. Jack has been done a lot. Vampires. Werewolves. Sea monsters. Mummies and more.

It occurred to the Pumpkin King. The skeleton was pathetic. "Oh who here would ever understand me? Me, the Pumpkin King with my skeleton grin?" He inquired to himself.

The blue redhead ragdoll attempts to get closer to the Spiral Hill. Sally hides behind one biggest tombstone. She was saddened. Sally peeked from behind it. She heard everything about what Jack Skellington thinks to himself. Sally sympathizes the skeleton.

Jack turned to face from his back.

The blue redhead ragdoll was astonished. Sally instantly conceals herself behind the biggest tombstone.

Zero wanders that he sees someone too.

Although, no one is around.

Jack takes a deeper breath. The skeleton was on his yearning for something. Something missing for Halloween suddenly.

Jack goes down on the Spiral Hill forth. The hill itself uncurl its swirl, leading the skeleton the new path. The ghost canine followed Jack.

The skeleton fold his arms while walking to the new entrance. The Hinterlands.

Jack was crestfallen. "I am tiresome of the same Halloween year after year...I just wanted something new for a change...I'm sure someone in town will see me anyhow...If I have eyes...I will be in tears..." he utters, disappeared into the spooky woods.

The blue redhead ragdoll got out of the biggest tombstone. Sally places her right hand to her heart. She was sympathetic. "Jack...I know how you feel..." Sally whispered.

She goes towards the few tombstones. There are unusual and strange plants growing on the ground. Sally bends down on her knees.

She was picking up some black leaves near the Witch Hazel.

Sally gathers the Deadly Night Shade.