Halloween Town, the scarecrow points the way…
Halloween Night, nobody is seen, they're at the square. Even the two, yes the two are there…
Halloween Two are the ones who shape Halloween for all and others, the bitter enemies, were the best of brothers…
Halloween Past is a cloudy one, only few remember, but I assure you was fun…
Halloween Story is about to begin, ready are you? Then let's go in…
For everyone in Halloween Town there is one night above all others. For what else to they have? A ghastly group plays a rasping rhapsody as macabre marionettes dance, their string reaching the puppeteer moon. The moon always shines the brightest on Halloween night, yes, Halloween night. Evil groans, frightened screams, and sinister laughs ambiance their night. But there is one missing. Yes, the one they wait for, the one the want. The lights go out, the people gasp as a torch lights in the sky above the fountain. Yes, it is he! An ominous pumpkin is floating. All by itself? No! It was in the hands of the Scarecrow. Was he flying? No! There, he's standing on a wire stretched between the buildings; he dances on the tightrope, arms flailing and legs swaying with his pumpkin head juggled between his hands. He swings for a moment on the rope and lands on the head of the fountain.
Applause! Applause! Applause for him! He sweeps the pumpkin's flaming eyes for all to see before planting it on his shoulders. He sweeps a flamboyant bow and laughs. The town laughs also. Another Halloween complete!
"Look at him, isn't he spectacular?"
"The bow was a bit much."
"Oh, come now, you're just jealous of him."
"Ha! Jealous!? Please! The last thing I want is to have to perform for those people year after year."
One of the two figures on the rooftop moved away from the edge, heading for a ladder propped up against the side leading to the ally. The other stayed a moment more before following.
"Oh come on, you don't see any glory in being the Pumpkin King, the Knight of Nightmares, the Duke of the Dark, the-"
"Yeah yeah, Lord of Toe-Jam and whatnot. Listen, he does things his way, and when we run things in a few years, we'll do things our way."
The two climbed down the ladder and walked away from the celebrations of the townsfolk.
The first sighed, "Yeah, I guess so…"
"Oh, come on now, cheer up. You know? I've go just the thing." He reached into a small bag he was carrying and pulled out a rough orb with an ominous skull painted on it. "I say that's a tough act to follow… heh heh…. But let's do our best! Ha ha ha! Shall we?"
The first looked at the ball for a moment, but cracked a wicked grin as he grabbed it and tossed it to himself. "You know me too well Oogie."
"Ha Ha! Now that's the Jack Skellington I know!"