Disclaimer: I do not own the Nightmare Before Christmas or the Harry Potter series. I wish I did. Thanks to Musically for the review. Don't hurt Ron! What am I saying? Go ahead.
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(Sally stuffs deadly nightshade into jar)
Sally?
(Sally turns around to see dr.finky)
You've come back!
Harry: You know what that guy reminds me of?
Ron: What?
Harry: Roadkill and a piece of crap that the cat spit up.
Ron: You mean You-Know-Who?
Harry: Pretty mu-
Ron: AH! HAND!
Hermione: Shut up!
That's twice this month you've slipped deadly nightshade into my tea and run off.
Three times!
Your mine you know! I made you! With my own hands!
Ron: What's with him?
Harry: Yeah! We have hands too you know!
Hermione: Would you shut up!
It's a phase my dear, it'll pass. We just need to be patient, that's all.
But I don't want to be patient.
Harry: Ooooooooo, she doesn't wanna be patient!
Ron: Well isn't she a rebel!
Hermione: Shut the Hell up! Can't you see this is a movie. In other words you are supposed to watch it!
No Zero, not now. I'm not in the mood.
Bark bark!
Harry: I wonder what happens when he is in the mood!
Ron: OH MY GOD ITS A RIB!
Hermione: They're just playing fetch for goodness sakes!
Mornin' gents!(humming)
(Screaming doorbell)
(Mayor waves)
(Rings doorbell again)
Jack, you home?
(Switches faces and knocks on door then switches back to happy face)
Jack, I've got the plans for next Halloween-
Hermione: Talk and your dead.
Jack, please, I'm only an elected official here, I can't make decisions by myself!
Harry and Hermione:(Laughing)
Ron:(Whimpering)
Harry: What's up with you?
Ron: Two faces!
Hermione: Oh please, he's only the crybaby mayor!
Ron: Two faces!
Where are we?(Pause)
It's someplace new!
Harry: No shit Sherlock!
Hermione: Harry! Watch your mouth!
Harry: What?
Ron: Look, doors.
(Small gasp)
(Jack grins and walks toward the Christmas door)
Harry: Yeah, it's a door! Get over it!
Ron: Shiny door...
Hermione: Oh brother.
(Shrugs at zero, then pulled into the door)
Bark bark!
(Falling through blue swirly void)
Harry:(in high pitched voice)Where we goin'? We goin' get high?!
Hermione and Ron:(Laughing)
(Jack Lands in snow)
Ron: Bloody Hell, that must be cold!