The Mayor was preparing for a busy Christmas. It was Christmas, despite how his ride was not decked for the festive season.
He walked around Phantom Canyon singing Adeste Fideles to himself before the ride opened for the day, inspecting everyone and everything. He wanted everything to be perfect for Parc Disneyland's Christmas Guests.
It might seem a bit micromanage-y, but The Mayor knew that only Disney Magic would bring repeat Guests. If something was off… the Guests would know.
He examined everything from the other ghosts - some of whom took offence to being examined so thoroughly - to the saloon doors he stood in front of. They couldn't be squeaky, after all.
Confident everything was well, The Mayor took his regular place.
Today would go perfectly, of that he was certain. And if it didn't, he could always air his grievances with the other ghosts - today was Festivus, after all.
Happy Festivus!
May you all air your grievances, display feats of strength, and experience Festivus miracles.