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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

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!

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!

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!

If you don't stop I'm gonna kill you on Tuesday 

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
          

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

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!

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!

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