"This is the First Chapter of this story, and this is the real beginning. So, please be completely honest when you read the latest part of this story."

Our Pumpkin King and Queen, Jack and Sally Skellington, and the Mayor were at Phantom Train Station 10/13 on Thursday, October 13th, 2005. Who are they waiting for? It must be someone important, or they wouldn't be here at all.

I was at the station for a report on the history of Halloweentown. This station's a very important one. It takes ghosts, skeletons and zombies who want to live in Halloweentown here. It's been there for as long as there was Halloween.

Well, anyway, as I sat on the bench of Phantom Station 10/13, the Mayor's face became a worried one, and he was pacing back and forth. "Why is it taking so long?" he complained. Usually, the Mayor didn't complain, but this was an exception. Jack checked his watch. It was old fashioned, and unlike anyone else in this town, I want some new things around here. But the other Halloweentowners didn't want their world to be like a human's. I don't know why, but I guess they just don't like them. "Odd." he said, "The watch stopped. I guess either the train must be slow, or this watch needs to be fixed." Who were they expecting? While I was writing notes about the station, I spotted a newsstand. Maybe I can get a magazine while I wait.

There was an old newsstand at the ticket booth of PTS 10/13. Sure it had some old magazine issues, but it was a good way to pass the time. I picked up my notebook and started walking towards the newsstand. It wasn't that far. It was just four feet away from my bench. I pretty much liked everything about this newsstand, even the person running it.

The person running it was a male were-cat. The were-cat's name was Cairo Mirosaki, but he lets everyone in Halloweentown call him Cairo. Anyway, Cairo wore an old, torn-up Oriental shirt made out of red silk with golden dragons painted on it. He also wore black ragged pants, and he didn't wear shoes. Were-cats or were-wolves don't need shoes, or I least I think they don't need shoes. Most of all, Cairo leaves his long, messy black hair down. Overall, he was some sort of a black Burmese were-cat. "Hello Cairo," I greeted him in my famous American accent, "What do you got in the newsstand today?"

Cairo was sorting out yesterday's magazines with today's issues. There weren't many magazines in this town, but at least it's better than nothing. The magazines here are the Underworld Times, Undead Music (my favorite magazine, since I'm an amateur musician), Scare Monthly, and the Daily Scream. Cairo looked up from his small, old newsstand and saw me. "Hello, Liz." he said eagerly, "So, what magazine would you like?" Cairo also had a Japanese accent, but enough about that. Anyway, I looked back at the front of the PTS, and I could see they're still waiting for somebody. "I'd hate to bother you," I asked Cairo, "But what's our leaders doing?" Cairo looked at the same direction I looked. "You mean, the Pumpkin King, Pumpkin Queen and the Mayor?" he answered, "They're waiting for a skeleton of sorts, somebody called William Bonaggler, who seemed to prefer being called either Bony or Bonejangles, and they're waiting for a friend of his as well." Who was this Bonejangles, and who's that guy's friend? Will they cause trouble for Halloweentown?

As I was pondering over which magazine to buy (either Undead Music or the Underworld Times) I decided to ask more about this Bonejangles and his friend. "Who's Mr. Bonejangles?" I asked him. Cairo scratched his head as he cut a string on the box of the latest magazine issues. "Sorry, but I don't know much about Bonejangles." he said gravely, as he shook his head no, "All I know is that he's a skeleton with a bowler hat and one eye. Look into Undead Music for more information." Hey, that's a great idea! "I'll have the newest issue of Undead Music please!" Cairo took out Undead Music, Issue No. X, Vol. MCVXII from the box he just opened. He stood up and gave me the magazine.

"How many Halloween tokens do I have to pay?" I asked Cairo, as I was searching my messenger bag for my small sack of Halloween tokens. There were four kinds of tokens. I'll list them by least value to greatest value: copper, silver, white-gold, and gold. "It'll be 20 copper tokens." he said.

I fished out my small sack for twenty copper Halloween tokens. Copper Halloween tokens had a jack-o-lantern engraved on it, silver Halloween tokens had a skull and two cross-bones, white-gold Halloween tokens had a sliver of the moon, and gold Halloween tokens had a screeching black cat engraved on it. One copper token equals one cent, one silver token equals twenty-five cents, one white-gold token equals a silver dollar (a silver dollar equals fifty cents), and one gold token equals one dollar. I had only three copper tokens. I gulped. "Cairo?" I asked him, "Will it be good if I give you a silver token?" Cairo was a fair were-cat when it comes to business. So far, the only tokens he got were copper ones. So, he had lots of change to spare. Cairo didn't say anything. He just nodded his head. I gave him the silver token; he gave me Issue No. X, Vol. MCVXII of Undead Music, and five copper Halloween tokens.

"Thanks pal." I said. "Anytime!" Cairo replied. I sat down on the bench, and started flipping through the pages of the Undead Music Magazine. The first six pages were the table of contents, and news about the latest band in the Underworld, Screecher (the first band to introduce rock to the Underworld), and their debut album, Shattering of Hearts. Too bad I don't live in the Underworld.

Anyway, that didn't help me much. I decided to look into the table of contents again. This time, I searched carefully. Nope, not on the first ten pages. Then I spotted page twelve. It mentioned something about the disappearance of two musicians after a riot in a night club in the Underworld. Maybe it's Bonejangles and his friend. Just when I was about to read it, a train pulled into the station. I stood up, putting the magazine down. It might be them, but you could never be too sure about it.