This is my first Nightmare Before Christmas fan fiction that I've ever written. I own Chama and Boris, and I've given depth to a few characters. I do not own The Nightmare Before Christmas. It is owned by Disney and Tim Burton. No profit is meant to be made from this story. Enjoy!

It had only been a year since the biggest incident in Halloween Town. Everyone had learned their lesson: they have Halloween as their holiday, and to leave it as that. What made (nearly) everyone happy was that Oogie Boogie was gone. Or, so they thought.

Now that everyone knew that Oogie was merely a sackful of bugs, they knew that they didn't have to be afraid of him. Even better, when he was unraveled, that left him completely gone. Unfortunately, Lock, Shock, and Barrel had a scheme up their sleeves. They took an insect from Oogie that hadn't been killed to use as his hive mind, and simply replaced the other ones with new bugs. Even though Oogie was back, he kept a low profile. He seemed to be planning something, and his henchmen made sure to keep his newfound existence a secret.

Early the next morning, at Chama's Hut, there was a quick knock at the door, then the sound of clicking footsteps quickly running off. While the sound was unheard by the slumbering witch doctor, it was easily heard by Boris, her pet tarantula. He climbed out of his cage, and gently climbed onto Chama's bed. Tickling her arm gently with his hairy legs, he managed to wake her up.

"Enh…" Chama groaned, drowsily waking up, pulling her sleep mask up, and catching a quick glance at her bedside clock. "…Boris, why did you wake me up so early?"

Boris simply replied with some squeaking noises, and gestured towards the door. Slowly climbing out of bed, Chama walked over towards the door. There was no one there, but whoever had been their left a note.

Dear Miss Chama,

I do hope if this is not a bother for you. The dear doctor's energy has been lacking lately due to old age and having to use half of his brain to create me. I was wondering if you could create a potion to help rejuvenate his mental youth. I have enclosed enough payment that I believe will be enough.

Much Obliged,

Mrs. Finklestein

Chama though this offer over. She hardly got to do work for anyone as important as the Finklesteins, and she would feel honored to do something that big. Smiling, she decided to take the offer. Quickly changing out of her pajamas, Chama got ready to create her potion. She laid out all of the ingredients she would need: crow feathers, alligator lips (in case you are wondering, yes, they are big), baby's breath, jumping bean juice, coffin beans, and her favorite ingredient: scarecrow straw. She mixed the ingredients in her cauldron, and quickly put on her mask, and grabbed her staff. She chanted a haunted chant while shaking her staff's hollowed out gourd-shakers. Finally, the incantation was complete. The potion had gone off without a hitch. Or, should I say potions. On top was a slightly thick and clear liquid. She quickly skimmed this off, and placed it in a vial that said "Liquid Endurance". She placed this in a package, and got it ready to be sent off.

The second liquid, however, was at the bottom of the cauldron. It was a sickly yellow color, and was much runnier than the other one. This liquid, she cautiously poured in an already existing vial with a label that included instructions.

Age Affection Potion (residue of Liquid Endurance)

DIRECTIONS OF USE:

Add desired amount to any drinkable liquid. Effects work instantly.

AMOUNT CHOICES:

1 drop will revert user to body and mindstate of a teenager.

2 drops will revert user to body and mindstate of a child.

3 drops will revert user to body and mindstate of an infant.

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD FOUR OR MORE DROPS BE ADDED.

Effects are permanent until counter effect antidote is given.

"Well, we've got the order all ready." Chama said, as she grabbed a thick braided noose rope made of spider silk, tightening it around Boris like a collar and leash. "Come on, Boris. Let's get our walk in before breakfast while we deliver this."

Happily obliging, the tarantula quickly bounded towards the door, hardly leaving any time for his owner to grab the package. As soon as she was able to grab both the delivery and the leash, the two were out. Chama closed the door, and they walked down to the main part of town. So far, the day was going really great! Notice it said SO FAR…

"Ow! Quit squirming!"

"I'd quit squirming if you'd get your foot off my eye!"

"And I'd get my foot off your eye if you'd stop squirming!"

"I-I'm almost in!"

These three voices were coming from no other than Halloween Town's three troublemakers: Lock, Shock, and Barrel. They got up extra early (despite some tired protests) to get a head start on today's pranks. The terrible trio had watched Chama leave the house, and they waited until she turned the corner to start the plan. By forming a human ladder, the three of them managed to get into Chama's hut's window. The hastily looked around her home to see if there was something that they could use for their benefit.

"Hey, look at this!" Barrel said, grabbing an abandoned potion from the top of Chama's potion cupboard.

"Let me see that!" Lock said, hastily grabbing the bottle from Barrel's hands. He quickly read over the bottle's label, as a large, and evil looking smile grew on his face.

"I know that face!" Shock said, clasping her hands together in mischievous glee. "That's your 'I have a plan' face!"

"Exactly!" Lock said, hugging the bottle closer to him. "Let's get out of here. I know the perfect guinea pig to test this on!"

"…I'm just saying, Mayor. I already set myself on fire last year!"

"But it was a success then! It will be just as much this year!"

"I don't know…"

Jack was at the Mayor's house, deciding the plans for this year's Halloween. So far, it wasn't going smoothly. It was early, and neither of them was really ready to talk for the day. It would have gone a whole lot smoother sooner if SOMONE brought out their coffee sooner…

That "someone" would happen to be Wraps the Mummy. He was working as the Mayor's intern for the Halloween season, just like he did last year. It was really hard work for him. He was just a kid, and there was a big world out there that he wanted to explore. However, he had dreams. Dreams of one day being able to be one of the scariest monsters in all of Halloween Town. And, he decided this to himself: What better way to do that than to get a job that lets you see what the ideas of The Pumpkin King himself were?

Meanwhile, though. He was supposed to be getting coffee for Jack and the Mayor, though he got distracted while fixing it. After seeing a spider, he automatically thought it was Rosie, the Mayor's pet and necktie. Wanting to catch her, before she got lost, he ignored the two steaming mugs of coffee, and followed the spider into the foyer. This left the kitchen completely unoccupied, leaving it the prime spot for a prank.

With the potion bottle held safely in his mouth, Lock carefully scaled the side of the Mayor's house, and jumped through the window. The two cups of coffee were on a tray on the counter. All Lock had to do was put the potion in the right cup. But which one was Jack's? He was the one that was the planned prank target. Suddenly, he heard small bandaged feet walking back towards the kitchen. Hastily acting, he poured three drops into the nearest coffee mug, then grasped the bottle in his mouth again, and quickly scaled down the wall, just as soon as Wraps walked back in.

"I guess that wasn't Rosie." He said to himself, dusting his bandages off, and grabbing the cup of coffee. Because he was in a hurry, he didn't bother noticing that the steam coming out of one of the cups looked a little…off. The normal-looking one was black with a white skull and crossbones design on it. However, the one that was off-looking was split-colored peach and grey: the same colors as the two faces of the Mayor.