Just when Oogie thought he'd finally dried out, it started to rain. Again.
Obviously Paixao didn't want him here. That was just fine with him - he didn't want to rule a city with weather this horrible as it was. He'd rather go take on that pompously annoying Pumpkin King for Halloweentown again than stay in this place another minute.
He looked up at River's words, then looked past her as his gaze was drawn to the tall, skeletal figure approaching behind her. It couldn't be.
It was. Well, speak of the devil...
He felt the old sneer spread across his face. "Well, well, well. Jack Skellington." Those five words held all the ill will that had festered between skeleton and boogieman in the years since Oogie's attempted (and failed) takeover of Halloweentown. "What's "The King" doin' down here in this dump?" The question floated through the heavy air, sarcasm and derision laid on it thicker than the pouring rain.
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Obviously Paixao didn't want him here. That was just fine with him - he didn't want to rule a city with weather this horrible as it was. He'd rather go take on that pompously annoying Pumpkin King for Halloweentown again than stay in this place another minute.
He looked up at River's words, then looked past her as his gaze was drawn to the tall, skeletal figure approaching behind her. It couldn't be.
It was. Well, speak of the devil...
He felt the old sneer spread across his face. "Well, well, well. Jack Skellington." Those five words held all the ill will that had festered between skeleton and boogieman in the years since Oogie's attempted (and failed) takeover of Halloweentown. "What's "The King" doin' down here in this dump?" The question floated through the heavy air, sarcasm and derision laid on it thicker than the pouring rain.