The Making of Tim Burton's 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' Page #5

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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

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