Jack meets Michael Jackson. Need I say more? Rated for language and some other things...
Jack was walking around Halloween Town one day. It was any other normal day. The mayor was freaking out as usual. Suddenly, Jack saw a man about 5'6", maybe 5'7". His skin was an unusual pale, ghostly white and his jet black hair hung to his shoulders. He wore a dark blue tux and was looking rather confused. Then suddenly, it Jack who it was: Michael Jackson! Michael was Jack's childhood idol. He had watched the "Thriller" video non stop.
Jack walked up to Michael; Michael didn't seem scared when he saw Jack. Then Jack remembered that Michael loved horror. "Mr. Jackson," Jack said, "I've been a fan of yours since I was little." Michael smiled and said, "Glad to know!" Then he looked more confused. "Where am I?" he asked.
"Halloween Town of course!"
Michael broke into tears. "What's wrong Michael?" Jack asked, putting his bony hand on Michael's shoulder.
"It's just that," he said before pausing. "I miss my dear children so much! I happened to wander into this grave yard, looking for you new ideas for my 'This Is It' tour, and now I'm here! And I'm sure my children are worried sick! Especially poor little Blanket!" Michael continued to weep.
"Don't worry Michael," Jack said. "I'll show you around and get you home somehow."
"Thank you. You are very kind," Michael said as he wiped his nose. "What's your name?"
"Jack Skellington. They call me the Pumpkin King!"
"Just like they call me the King of Pop!" The two men laughed as they linked arms and walked into the gates of Halloween Town.
"PEDOPHILE!!!" the mayor shrieked and dove into a trash can.
"Is he always like that?" Michael asked.
"Worse, much worse," Jack said.
Suddenly, a little ghost dog zoomed up to the two and barked happily at Michael.
Michael jumped back in surprise. "What in bloody hell is THAT thing?!?" he cried.
"This is my ghost dog Zero," Jack said. Michael petted Zero affectionately.
"Hey there Zero!" Michael cooed. Zero groaned with pleasure as Michael scratched behind his ears. Suddenly, Michael felt little sharp pebbles being pelted at his rump.
"What the fuck?!?" he shouted as he whirled around to see Lock, Shock, and Barrel scamper off, their little sling shots in their hands.
"Pay no mind to them," Jack said, shaking his head. "That's just Lock, Shock, and Barrel. They're the real troublemakers of this town. They work for an evil potato bag named Oogie Boogie. Stay away from him."
Michael nodded vigorously. He followed Jack wherever they went. Several people looked at Michael as they walked by.
"Hi Michael!!!" two witches crooned. Michael waved nervously, and the witches fainted.
"Well, here we are!" Jack exclaimed as he opened his door. "And here, you'll meet my lovely wife Sally. And then we shall get you home." Michael felt relieved as he followed Jack up the steps to his mansion.