A/N: YOU LOVE MY STORY!!! Thanks to all who reviewed! *passes out Tim Burton and Danny Elfman clones* On with the story!
The phone rang downstairs and the ruler of Halloween Town quickly ran down the narrow flight, skipping three steps at a time in his hurry. "It's about time he called…." Jack was in such a rush that he ran right through Zero and slipped on what he thought was a squeaky toy. He fell to the ground, hit his head, and was knocked out. When he regained consciousness, the first thing Skellington saw was his beloved Sally sewing her arm back on; it had a small shoe indentation in it. She smiled at her fiancée on the floor (that's right oh-ye-of-little-faith, her fiancée) and told him, "That was Dr. Freud. He would like you to schedule separate appointments for "the little sons of guns" from now on."
"Gee, I wonder why," Jack replied in a voice that was so sarcastic that even the Grand Duke of Sarcastic-Land would have said, "Wow! That is sarcastic!"
"I'll get one for Lock first," Jack spoke out loud to no one in particular. "He seems to have more…bizarre mental strands of thought." Jack got up and looked sally's arm. "Sorry, sweetie pie. Huh, I wondered why it didn't squeak…."