“The Fright Before
Christmas 2” (Poem Only)
Taken from
transcript by Dennis Dunjinman.
Formatted by skyechan.
On the day before Christmas,
In
Almost all there were cheery
Yet one soul was dark.
"Hey, that voice! It's
that ghost!
Whose book I destroyed!
Wait, I'm trapped in his
poem?
Now I'm really
annoyed!"
Danny Fenton hates
Christmas.
He hates it a lot.
Which is
why I've inserted
The boy in
this plot.
He'll go through this tale
Till the story is ended
"But you can't *make*
me rhyme!"
"Hope your New Year is
splendid!"
You will be quite surprised
What I can and can't do.
But I'll leave you your
freedom
So I can teach you:
When you lash out at others
There's enmity earned.
You're *stuck* in this poem
Till your
lesson is learned.
"Who're you talking to,
Danny?"
Said
Tucker, confused.
"Some
annoying Ghostwriter.
We're all being used!
I blew up his story,"
No hint of remorse,
"Now he's writing a new
one,
We're trapped in by
force!"
But Tucker and Sam
Merely shrugged in
confusion,
Completely convinced
Of my
ghostly illusion.
"Has he always been moody
And glum
in December?"
"A big, whiny Scrooge,
Long as I can remember.
His very first Christmas
When he was a baby
A bad first impression
No 'if', 'but', or 'maybe'.
His parents debated
On Santa's
existence.
Forgetting their son
Might have
need of assistance.
Caught up in their rift
On that jolly old fellow,
They didn't see Danny's
White Christmas turn yellow.
And the one four years later
Was
clearly no winner.
Still arguing Santa
They spoiled Christmas
dinner.
By 'spoiled' I should say
'Brought the turkey to
life'!
Serving blood and revenge
With a
fork and a knife."
"I've said it before,
And I'll say it again!
'A sled cannot travel the
globe
At mach
10'!"
But Jack Fenton bellowed,
"You're wrong! Wrong,
you hear?!"
And never once thought
He'd be spooking the deer.
And just because this would
Annoy him the most,
I decided to make
Every reindeer a ghost!
On Spooky,
On Specter,
On Death Hoof,
On Thrasher!
On Maimer,
And Vicious,
Blood Antlers,
And Slasher!
"I'm going ghost!"
Came his signature cry.
And into the fray
Danny Phantom did fly.
Confronting the reindeer
with
Powers quite ghostly
Protecting the last minute
shoppers--
--Well, mostly.
And the reindeer escaped
Having torn up the mall
Leaving Danny, yes, Danny,
The blame
for it all.
But Danny's grim yuletide
Was only
beginning.
And later that night
As his patience was
thinning...
"See? A fat man *can*
fit
Down the chimney! Here's
proof!"
"That still won't
explain
How he gets on the roof!"
And young Fenton sat there,
Just steaming and fuming,
His blood pressure rising,
His anger
consuming.
"I won't keep this
up!"
Danny said to the writer.
"There's no poem if I'm
silent!"
"Can't you make dad not
fight her?"
You think this is over?
It's barely begun!
This all doesn't end
Till the lesson is done!
"And you think that
I'll learn it?
You think you're that
tough?"
"He exists!"
"No he doesn't!"
And Dan screamed,
"*ENOUGH*!"
"I'm *sick* of your
fighting!
Can you please let this
*die*?!
You've ruined each
Christmas!
Each Christmas and I--
Can't take anymore of this
war,
Am I clear?
Fourteen years is enough!
I am *so* out of here!"
"Hm, What
got into him?"
"He takes after his
mother."
"Can't blame you for
Losing
your cool, little brother.
"Go ahead, clear your
head,
And I think you'll be fine.
...But taking our presents
Is
crossing the line!"
"Now you're ripping off
gifts?
What is that supposed to
do?"
A: Make a huge scene,
And B: Blame it on you.
"You've ruined our
night!"
"Drink some anti-ghost
tonic!"
"Wait, I ruined *their*
night?
How's that for ironic?"
So Danny did soar
through the crisp evening-- "Look!
What's a guy gotta do
To get out
of this book?"
And then Danny thought,
"Wait, my problem is
clear!
This poem's about Christmas,
Which is
here, here, and here!
This curse will stay on me
From my
town to
But he can't Christmas me
In a
non-Christmas home!"
"*Sam*!" Danny said.
"Oh,
for crying out loud!"
"I know! Can't you see
We're all under a cloud?
Every present we have,
In the chimney! Up through
it!
That might work for you,
But that's not how we do
it."
And Sam saw sad faces on
Mom, Dad,
and Granny.
So I typed on my keyboard
That the
blame was on Danny.
"You. *YOU DID THIS*?!"
"Are you out of your
mind?"
"You're the holiday
Scrooge.
Do you think that I'm
blind?"
And Danny and Sam
Found themselves
in a spat.
But before Dan could calm
her
I soon realized that
A new threat was needed
To cut
through the noise.
And what better way
Than
"Attack of the Toys"?
From all over town,
The toys started to merge.
I'm really quite wicked
When I get the urge!
On this night before
Christmas,
A brand new attacker!
And now, face the wrath
Of my monster Nutcracker!
"Aw,
nuts!" Danny cried
As he
started to run.
...Must we end every scene
With a
terrible pun?
"You think this can
stop me?
This bear or this train?
I'll just fire away 'til
No pieces remain!"
"Nothing
to add?"
Danny asked. Then the answer
Showed up in the form of
Sam,
Tucker, and Lancer.
And Jazz standing silent,
Her eyes filled with tears
Mourning the bear
She had loved all these
years.
And Tucker and Sam felt that
Crushing
blow, too.
"Danny, don't."
"What's your deal?"
"I don't even *know*
you!"
It seemed the whole town
Had come out to proclaim:
That Christmas was ruined!
The ghost
boy to blame.
Save for one little boy,
In his
little red hat.
He thought Danny was cool.
So we'll have to fix that.
"The siren is wailing,
The ghost trees attacking!
Lock up your homes,
I suggest you start
packing!"
"Christmas is ruined!
And you're not the
cause."
"I sure hope the Ghost
Shield
won't stop Santa Claus."
"It's
tree watch Day 1!
Hope there isn't Day 2.
Let's go to Lance Thunder,
Our weatherman, who--"
"--can't believe I quit
acting
To work in
this place.
There's chaos here, Bill.
*NOT THE FACE*! *NOT THE FACE*!"
"Anybody
seen Danny?"
"Like
I even care."
"What's wrong with you,
Jasmine?
Your brother's out
there!"
"Hold down the fort,
Jack.
I'll go after our tot!
Those trees will not stop
me!"
"Oh man, that is
hot!"
While his mother moved
forth,
Danny faced my attack.
"Danny! Danny, where
are you?!"
But he couldn't shout back.
Every tactic he tried
Would be
destined to fail.
"If you hear me, just
scream!"
"Yeah! With my Ghostly Wail!"
"Danny! Thank heavens!
You had us all worried.
When your dad saw the news
We stopped squabbling and
hurried!"
"It's Christmas Eve,
son.
Home is where you should be.
Let's get back to the house
And I'll make you some
tea."
The ghost shield deployed,
Danny turned to this
thought.
To take on the spirit
He knew who had wrought
This holiday mischief
And left
him the blame.
Come on now, dear boy.
Here's where you call me
"lame".
"Give it up! You can't
hide!
I know just where to find
you."
But I'm still in control.
Allow them to remind you.
"'Them'?" Danny asked.
Then he shuddered and
trembled.
The door had brought him
Where all
his foes were assembled.
"We've been waiting for
you."
Skulker said with a grin.
"Now our holiday party
Can
finally begin!"
"Eat, drink, and be
merry!"
"Have some warm Christmas
goose!"
"For surely you know
Of our
annual truce."
The truce? It's still holding?
I thought they'd dispend it!
To beat on their foe--
"Oh, this truce, we
defend it!"
"We don't fight on
Christmas."
"One day of
tranquility!"
"Come sundown tommorrow..."
"We resume all
hostility!"
"Every ghost holds this
truce?"
"It's a fact!"
"It's a rule!"
"Well, the Ghostwriter
broke it!"
"That is really
uncool!"
"I'm trapped in his
story!
The guy's off his nut!"
"He ought to know
better."
"Let's go kick his
butt!"
Uh oh. The ghosts changed their--
*Crud*! I have *got* to type
faster!
"It's over, you
hack!"
I don't think so, young
master.
The truce they enjoyed
It was fun while it lasted.
Then Youngblood got
pummeled,
Then Ember got blasted!
They battled eachother with
All
weapons handy.
A framed 8" by 10"
Of my
half-brother, Randy?
A clock, and a candlestick,
Those I won't miss.
I wonder what else?
"I know, how 'bout
*this*!"
Young Danny thought quickly
And picked
up an orange.
He threw it at
Nothing rhymes with orange!
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Once these fry I'm guessing
This lame poem
is...through?"
"*Nooooooo*!" Danny screamed.
"I'm still talking in
rhyme!"
I would have forewarned you
If given the time.
There are two ways to finish
this poem--
Just two.
I'd tap out the end, but I
can't!
Thanks to you!
So now you'll guide this
story
Of the
ghost who hates Christmas.
Think you can do it
All mopey
and listless?
You think this ends here?
You're about to get burned!
This story's not done
'Til
the lesson is learned!
(Danny takes over
"writing" at this point.)
With the keyboard all
busted,
The curse takes its toll.
The story continues,
But I've no control.
"Dude,
like, it's Christmas.
So why are you here?"
"Outside, with no
Friends or
family near?"
"It's my fault. All my fault
What happened tonight.
I spoke out in anger
And acted
in spite."
"I started this all
when I picked
That first
fight.
But I'd give all I have
To set
everything right."
"The
gifts? They're not damaged?"
"They're flying through
the air!"
"But who would--?"
"*Beware*!"
"The Box Ghost shall
conquer this
"We just couldn’t leave
you
To suffer
in gloom!"
"Tomorrow you’ll see
What this baby can do!
But *all* ghosts share the
truce,
Even
half-ghosts, like you."
"I just saw it happen,
But still can't believe
Your enemies helped you
Repair Christmas Eve!"
"It's all back to
normal
But your
house, my dear."
"Your ghost shield
prevents us."
"I'll take it from
here."
"Ghost!" "No, it's Santa!"
They're both sort-of right.
"I know I've been kinda
A jerk
this whole night."
"So I snuck out and
found this!
It's all of your favorites.
And here
mom, for you."
"M,
m, m, m, m, avrits!"
"And, Jazz?"
"Hey! It's Bearbert!
He's safe and he's sound!
Gee, thanks little brother.
I knew you'd come
'round."
"Aw,
Danny. You're smiling.
That matters the most.
We're all here together,
Not fighting some--"
"*GHOST*!"
"Jack! No! Put the gun
down!
That's Santa you're
shooting!"
"Are you mad? That's
the ghost
Who all evening was looting
Our
Christmas from us!"
"Then it wasn't the
Ghost Boy?
Let's tear *him apart!"
"Now you're talking!
You're toast, boy!"
And that's when I thought:
Maybe this is the moral.
In the same way my folks
Love their old Christmas
quarrel,
Everyone celebrates
In the way
of their choosing.
I was so busy whining
I started abusing
The ones I love most
And I ruined their cheer.
I'll try to be better,
Come Christmas next year.