Halloweentown, please, please, settle down. I have an announcement to make.
I, Jack Skellington, wanted to apologize about that whole Christmas thing.
Uh . . . I really screwed the cadaver on that one.
But I wanted to make it up to all of you and introduce you to a brand new holiday.
A holiday unlike any other. Yes, it's better than Christmas and, of course, it's better than Halloween,
my jawless friend.
I'd like to introduce to you . . .
Martin Luther King Day Town.
Oh!
Splendid! You've heard of it!
Wonderful!
So, what we're going to do is we're going to combine Halloweentown and Martin Luther King Day Town.
It's called integration!
Uh - What's that? You don't want to be faced with our country's prejudiced past and go to the South?
Well . . . Good, cuz that's not where we're going.
Come on!
(Jack Skellington woah's as mystical music plays)
(Instrumental "What's This" from Nightmare Before Christmas plays) What's this, what's this?
There's colors everywhere.
What's this? Whites shouting at the air.
What's this? I can't believe my eyes. I must be dreaming. Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair!
What's this?
There's children integrating schools instead of guided by necrosis.
Is that buddy fighting Jim Crow and getting sprayed with fire hoses?
Oh! That looks so fun! Right?
Oh my - What?
An act of police brutality? I've never heard of it.
What -
And - And people have died like this?
Oh, boy.
Okay, hear me out.
So, people have died here and people are dead in Halloweentown.
So, Halloweentown and Martin Luther King Day Town of practically twinsies, right?
Oh - I mean, look over there!
They've decorated their front lawns with burning crosses!
Now, I will admit sacrilege is not my thing, but bravo!
(clapping) Oh!
What -
That's inciting terror? Well, I don't see the problem. It's what we do.
Oh. Oh. And look, look, look! Walking across.
Straight to the burning crosses. It's pointy ghosts!
Do you see them? Look.
And listen, you can hear their boos. I mean, they need to work on them a little bit
They're little aggressive and angry and directed only at black people.
Which is kind of weird, but . . .
The Klu Klux Klan?
Well, that's a dumb name.
Oh, my goodness! And look up in the trees. They've even decorated by hanging skelet - . . .
Okay, I actually hate that one.
Um. But you know what? We're getting beyond the point, which is why I've saved the very best part for last.
For the ruler of this great land is a
fearsome mighty king with a deep and booming voice, and I've heard it told that he's something to behold.
Like if God were a hot black dad.
And they call him the Reverend Doc Marty Lucy King Jr.!
Martin Luther King Jr.'s dead?
Oh . . .
How?
(gasps) No!
Why?
(gasps) Oh, God.
And the pointy ghosts are racist? Um . . .
I fear I understand now. You mustn't judge people by the color of the skin, but rather what's deep inside.
Their bones.
I say to you today, my ghouls, that I have a nightmare.
That one day this hellscape will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed.
"We hold these boos to be self-evident.
"That all dead are created evil."
When we let evil ring . . .
we'll be able to speed up that day when all of hell's children, dead men, undead men,
vampires, werewolves, Protestants, and Catholics . . .
will be able to join hands and sing in that old necro spiritual.
"Dead at last, dead at last, hail the darkness, we are dead at last."
(gunshot) Oh!
OW!
You hit my bone!
I'm already dead, you son of a bitch!
