thiz story isnt mine so i cant take the credit so here. It was cold in the lab as Dr. Finklestein studied his current specimen. A snail, injected with just a hint of zombie blood. Previously a dark brown colour the creature had turned bright blue all over, soon crawling around its jar at a speed unlike that expected for such a slow creature. "Very interesting," the scientist muttered, recording his observations in a black journal.
"Master," came a voice from behind him. "Master, there is a visitor here to see you."
He turned his wheelchair around to see Igor, his hunchbacked assistant. The dimwitted...

Okay, nghề viết văn this is going to be wicked tough because there's probably a million reasons why I tình yêu Nightmare Before Christmas. But, I've narrowed it down to my (opinionated) reasons why I think Nightmare Before giáng sinh is one of the best Disney phim chiếu rạp ever made x)
1. THE SOUNDTRACK: Who can go wrong with songs like This is Halloween, Jack's Lament, What's This, Kidnap the Sandy Claws, Town Meeting Song, Sally's Song, and Oogie Boogie's song?
2. THE CHARACTERS: With lovable Giải cứu thế giới (Jack and Sally) and impossible-to-hate villains (Lock, Shock, and Barrel), Nightmare Before giáng sinh delivers...

What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere
What's this?
There's white things in 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?

What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's people hát songs

What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?

There are children throwing snowballs here
Instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead

There's frost on every window
Oh,...

There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet

Yet năm after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the quả bí ngô, bí ngô King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing

Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's...