The Making of Tim Burton's 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' Page #4

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- Wha-- Well, wha-- Wha--|- Consider this a vacation,|Sandy, a reward.

- It's your turn to take it easy.|- B-But there must be some mistake!

See that he's comfortable.|Just a second, fellas. Of course!

- That's what I'm missing!|- B-B-but--

- Thanks.|- Y-You just can't--

Hold on.|Where are we going now?

Ho, ho, ho! No.

- This is worse than I thought.|- Ho, ho, ho.|- Much worse.

- Ho, ho, ho!|- I know.

Me, on vacation?|On Christmas Eve?

- Where are we taking him?|- Where?

To Oogie Boogie, of course.

There isn't anywhere in the whole world|more comfortable than that.

- And Jack said to make him|comfortable, didn't he?|- Yes, he did.

Haven't you heard of peace on earth|and goodwill toward men?

No!

Ah! This'll stop Jack.

What a joy to think of all|we'll have in common.

We'll have conversations|worth having!

Don't do this!

Naughty children|never get any presents!

- I think he might be too big!|- Ooh!

No, he's not.|If he can go down a chimney...

he can fit down here.

Well, well, well!|What have we here?

Sandy Claws, huh?|Oooh, I'm really scared!

So you're the one|everybody's talkin' about.

You're jokin'|You're jokin'

I can't believe my eyes

You're jokin' me, you gotta be|This can't be the right guy

He's ancient, he's ugly|I don't know which is worse

I might just split a seam now|if I don't die laughin' first

Mr. Oogie Boogie says|there's trouble close at hand

You better pay attention now|'cause I'm the boogie man

And if you aren't shakin'|there's somethin' very wrong

'Cause this may be the last time|you hear the boogie song

- Whoa-oh|- Whoa-oh

- Whoa-oh|- Whoa-oh

- Whoa-oh|- Whoa-oh

- I'm the Oogie Boogie man|- He's the Oogie Boogie man

Release me now or you must face|the dire consequences

The children are expecting me|So please, come to your senses

Ah, you're jokin'|You're jokin'

I can't believe my ears

Would someone shut this fella up|I'm drownin' in my tears

It's funny|I'm laughin'

You really are too much

And now with your permission|I'm going to do my stuff

- What are you going to do?|- I'm gonna do the best I can.

Whoa

The sound of rolling dice to me|is music in the air

'Cause I'm a gamblin' boogie man|although I don't play fair

It's much more fun|I must confess with lives on the line

Not mine, of course|But yours, old boy

Now that'd be just fine

Release me fast or you will have to|answer for this heinous act

Oh, brother, you're somethin'|You put me in a spin

You aren't comprehending|the position that you're in

It's hopeless, you're finished|You haven't got a prayer

'Cause I'm Mr. Oogie Boogie

And you ain't goin' nowhere

Whoa! It's Jack!

Think of us as you soar|triumphantly through the sky...

outshining every star...

your silhouette|a dark blot on the moon.

You, who are our pride.

You, who are our glory.

- You, who have frightened|millions into an early grave.|- Ow!

You, who have, uh...

devastated the,|the souls of the living?

Oh, no! We can't take off in this.

- The reindeer can't see an inch|in front of their noses.|- Whew!

This fog's as thick as, as--

- Jellied brains.|- Or thicker!

There go all of my hopes...

my precious plans,|my glorious dreams.

There goes Christmas.

No, Zero. Down, boy.

My, what a brilliant nose you have!

The better to light my way!

To the head|of the team, Zero!

We're off!

Wait, Jack! No!

Ho-ho-ho!|Ha-ha-ha-ha-ho!

Good-bye, Jack.

My dearest Jack.

Oh, how I hope|my premonition is wrong.

I sense there's something|in the wind

That feels like|tragedy's at hand

And though I'd like|to stand by him

Can't shake this feeling|that I have

The worst|is just around the bend

And does he notice

My feelings for him

And will he see

How much he means to me

I think it's not to be

What will become|of my dear friend

Where will his actions|lead us then

Although I'd like|to join the crowd

In their enthusiastic cloud

Try as I may it doesn't last

And will we ever

End up together

No, I think not

It's never to become

For I am not the one

Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!

Santa!

Santa?

Merry Christmas!|And what is your name?

- Uh, uh, uh, uh--|- That's all right.

I have a special present for you|anyway. There you go, sonny.

Ho-ho-ho-ho!|Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!

And what did Santa|bring you, honey?

Merry Christmas!

Hello. Police.

Attacked by Christmas toys?|That's strange. That's the|second toy complaint we've had.

Oh! Ha-ha-ha-ha,|ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Oh! Ha-ha-ha-ha,|ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Huh?

Oh, wait!

Whoa! Help! Help!

You're welcome, one and all!

Where'd you spot him?|Fast as we can, ma'am.

Police. I know. I know.|A skeleton. Keep calm.

Turn off all the lights. Make sure|the doors are locked. Hello. Police.

Reports are pouring in|from all over the globe...

that an impostor is shamelessly|impersonating Santa Claus...

mocking and mangling|this joyous holiday.

Authorities assure us|that at this moment...

military units are mobilizing to stop|the perpetrator of this heinous crime.

- Jack! Someone has to help Jack.|- Wherever you are...

- Where'd they take that Sandy Claws?|- come back and save Christmas.

Look, Zero, searchlights!

They're celebrating!

They're thanking us|for doing such a good job.

Whoa! Careful down there.|You almost hit us!

It's okay, Zero. Head higher.

Are you a gamblin' man, Sandy?

Let's play. Hmm?

My, my! What have we here?

I'll get you out of here.

Ah. Lovely.

Tickle, tickle, tickle.|Uh, tickle, tickle, tickle.

Tickle, tickle, tickle.|Tickle, tickle, tickle.

What? You try to make|a dupe out of me!

Oh!

Who's next on my list?

Ah, little Harry and Jordan.|Won't they be surprised?

They're trying to hit us. Zero!

Merry Christmas to all...

and to all a good night!

I knew this Christmas thing|was a bad idea.

I felt it in my gut.

Terrible news, folks.

The worst tragedy of our times.

Jack has been blown to smithereens!

Terrible, terrible news!

Attention. Attention, citizens.

Terrible news. There's still|no sign of Santa Claus.

Although the impostor|has been shot down...

it looks like Christmas will|have to be cancelled this year.

I repeat, the impostor|has been shot down...

but there's still|no sign yet of Santa.

What have I done

What have I done

How could I

Be so blind

All is lost

Where was I

Spoiled all

Spoiled all

Everything's

Gone all wrong

What have I done

What have I done

Find a deep cave to hide in

In a million years

They'll find me only dust

And a plaque that reads

Here lies poor old Jack

But I never intended|all this madness

Never

And nobody really understood

Well, how could they

That all I ever wanted was|to bring them something great

Why does nothing ever|turn out like it should

Well, what the heck

I went and did my best

And by god|I really tasted something swell

And for a moment|why, I even touched the sky

And at least I left some stories|they can tell, I did

And for the first time|since I don't remember when

I felt just like|my old bony self again

And l, Jack

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