The Making of Tim Burton's 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' Page #3

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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

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