Disclaimer- I don't own The Nightmare before Christmas. The only characters I own are Hook, Line, Sinker, Key, and Owen.

The Sequel before Christmas

Intro

Hi! We're Hook, Line and Sinker! We're gonna make a sequel!

Hook: It's gonna be fun!

Line: It's gonna be awful!

Sinker: It's gonna be completely different!

Key: Hey, you three! What's the sequel gonna be like?

Hook, Line and Sinker: It's gonna be completely different!

Key: I never liked those kids. Now where were we? (Checks his Cue Cards) Oh, Let our Sequel Begin.

Chapter 1 Santa's Sick?

Jack Skellington paced around his house. "I still can't believe that Santa's sick! He asked me to replace him!"

"Dad," a young boy with a patch of red hair and blue eyes said. His skin was blanched white and he had scars on his face and neck. "What's wrong?"

"I gotta replace Santa for this year, Owen!" Jack said. "I did that ten years ago and it was a complete fiasco! Now Santa wants me to do it again because he's sick."

"How about I ask for help?" Owen said. "I bet the townspeople would be happy to help you."

"Ok, but make sure you're safe!" Jack said. "I heard Oogie's son wants to avenge his dad's death!" Owen Skellington exited the room.

Owen Skellington exited the house. It was dark. He knew several breeds of unsavory characters lurked in the night. "I hope I'm safe out here!" Owen sighed.

Suddenly he heard engines revving and saw a single light on the pavement. A strange teenage boy astride a fire engine red motorcycle appeared out of nowhere. He wore a motorcycle helmet, a black leather jacket, black pants, and sneakers.

Owen screamed. "Don't hurt me!"

The motorcyclist stopped. "Relax!" he said. "I won't hurt Jack's kid!"

"You won't?" Owen asked.

"Of course!" the motorcyclist said. "If I hurt you, Jack would have my head on a platter. He already knows of my petty criminal record. When I was your age, I was hell on wheels! My friends and I wreaked havoc on Halloween Town. Now times have caught up with poor Lock Hellebore. Before I knew it, I was thinking about girls instead of new pranks."

"Hey, I know you!" Owen said. "You used to hang out with Shock and Barrel."

"I guess you're right," Lock said. He took off his helmet. His hair still looked like devil's horns.

"What happened to them?" Owen asked.

"Ahh, times have changed, little Pumpkin Prince!" Lock said. "We've grown up. Shock's studying to become a witch. Barrel formed his own rock band. As for me, I've been trying to find out who my parents are. Your old man told me that they live somewhere in Halloween Town, but he hasn't told me where!"

"That's sad!" Owen said.

"I'm glad ya sympathize with me," Lock said. "I bet half the town still hates my guts. The mayor couldn't even be standing behind us in line for anything. Do me a favor. When you see the mayor..." Lock scrawled something down on a sheet of notebook paper and handed it to Owen. "Give him this. It's an apology for what we did ten long years ago. I best get going."

As Owen walked away, Lock put his helmet back on and drove away into the night.