But she has to return to Wheelchair Perv, because he has her arm. He lectures her about being submissive, and she continues to defy him even while strapped to his table. This one’s a firecracker!
Jack is moping through the forest with his dog, brooding his way through the night, and as the sun rises, he finds himself in a ring of trees, each bearing a holiday shaped door. He opens the one shaped like a Christmas tree and gets sucked into…
What the blue hell is this?
Christmas Town!! However you feel about the holiday season as a whole, Christmas Town fucking rules. The Grinch would have a damn field day in this place. It’s a lovely little gingerbread village, decked out i3n lights and holly and spangles, covered with a perfect blanket of snow. Everyone is hanging lights and ornaments, having snowball fights, riding trains, singing carols, baking treats, and basking in the glow of a totally secular Christmas spirit. It’s managed to harness all the wonderful things about the holiday and leave out the bullshit. My kind of place! Jack is smitten, instantly fascinated by a world so different from his own, and he immediately develops an obsession with everything Christmas-related.
Meanwhile, the residents of Halloween Town have noticed their king has gone missing, and the reactionary mayor is getting everyone all worked up. Sally is trying to get out of the damn tower again, so she drugs Wheelchair Perv’s soup. Jack returns to a relieved welcome, and demands an immediate town meeting. Someone has a bee in his bonnet, and the bee is shaped like Christmas.
This is totally unrelated to the Christmas thing; he just likes playing with teddy bear carcasses.
Jack shares his findings with the scary folk, and bless their hearts, they don’t get it at all. They want to know whether the stocking have severed feet in them, for instance, and what the point of wrapping a perfectly nice box in paper and ugly bows might be. They just don’t understand the concept, and when Jack drags “Sandy Claws” into it, he only makes him seems scary, not jolly. Everyone worships The Pumpkin King, though, so they cheer without knowing why, and Jack is left with the sense that he hasn’t explained it properly, so he decides to ferret out the true meaning of Christmas. Using lab equipment borrowed from Wheelchair Perv, he gets to work.
Sally, who for some reason keeps returning to her prison tower, packs a picnic and waits til her creator passes out before throwing herself out the window. She takes the picnic basket to Jack, clearly smitten. Instead of hanging around to flirt, though, she runs away, mooning around outside his gate. But she has a terrible vision: the flower she’s holding morphs into a charming Christmas tree…and immediately catches fire, burning to a charred skeleton. Foreshadowing!