[Amity Park mall]
[Danny, Sam, and Tucker are walking along, Sam is greeting others passing by.]
Sam: Merry Christmas! Happy holidays! Happy Chanukah! *approaches classmate* Merry Christmas, Mikey.
Mikey: You?! Are being cheery?! IT'S A TRAP! IT'S A TRAAAP! *runs out of mall*
Sam: What's with him?
Danny: What's with you?
Tucker: Aw, perk up, Danny. I know you're in your annual holiday funk, but this is the one time of year Sam isn't instantly dour.
[African American boy passes by.]
Sam: Have a kickin' Kwanzaa!
[African American boy raises eyebrow.]
Tucker: And the one time of year I can bust out the Foley Mistletoe Beret. *changes to a beret with mistletoe hanging from it*
[Young woman with dog walks by.]
Tucker: Hey there, miss. How's about spreading a little Christmas cheer? *puckers up and closes eyes*
[Woman puts dog up to Tucker's face and it licks him then makes a sick face.]
Tucker: Mmm, you had liver for lunch.
[Meanwhile, Danny is being knocked about by busy shoppers.]
Danny: *growls* I HATE THE HOLIDAYS!
Sam: I don't get it, how can anybody hate this time of year? I don't even celebrate it and I love it.
Tucker: That's right, you don't know about the fight.
Sam: "The fight"?
[Tucker looks over at Danny's parents arguing by the mall Santa.]
Maddie: Santa Claus is a ho-ho-hoax!
Jack: Heretic! Santa's real as real could be! Don't listen to her kids. *pulls out megaphone* Santa's coming tonight in his sleigh full of goodies! Keep the ho-ho-hope alive!
Maddie: Flying at that altitude in the open at that speed? *pulls out megaphone* He'd pass out! Or burn to a crisp from friction. He's scientifically impossible!
Danny: If you need me, I'll be in the Ghost Zone, getting rid of some frustration.

[The Ghost Zone, in a library-like building]
Ghost Writer: *typing on keyboard that's spitting out paper like a type-writer* Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fright. Oh. Oh that's good. *pulls paper out* And it's done! My first Christmas poem ever, complete!
[The Ghost Writer lays the paper into a book binding and the book closes itself, creating its own spine. He hugs the book.]

[Outside]
Danny: You better watch out! *blasts Santa toy he threw* You better not cry! *throws an ornament and blasts it* Santa, no Santa, Santa, no Santa, every year! *swings shopping bag, throwing everything out* AND I'VE HAD IT! *blasts them*
[A toy elf flies towards the building just as the Ghost Writer is stepping out of it, proudly holding his book high.]
[The toy lands on the book and Danny accidentally blasts both the toy and it.]
Danny: Oops! Uh, sorry man, it was a total accident.
Ghost Writer: *scoops up the shredded paper* Oops? OOPS?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE?!
Danny: Well, not really, uh, hence the 'accident' part.
Ghost Writer: *shaking* YOU'VE DESTROYED MY GREATEST WORK! And that was my only copy!
[Danny grabs the last solid piece of paper and reads it.]
Danny: The Fright Before Christmas? I destroyed a Christmas poem? Awesome!!
Ghost Writer: What?!
Danny: Dude, I am sick of Christmas! I came to the Ghost Zone to get away from it. I might not have meant to destroy your stupid book, but that doesn't mean I'm not okay with it. *fries paper*
Ghost Writer: Scornful child. Scrooge-like urchin. *flies upward and powers up*
Danny: And you are...?
Ghost Writer: *summons computer terminal* The Ghost Writer! Every word I type on this keyboard becomes real, and since you destroyed my Christmas poem, you shall become my new Christmas poem!
[The Ghost Writer presses several keys and blasts Danny, making him disappear, then types rapidly on several keyboards and laughs.]
[A book appears in Danny's place titled "The Fright Before Christmas 2"]
Ghost Writer: On the day before Christmas in Amity Park,
Almost all there were cheery, yet one soul was dark.

[Back at the mall.]
Danny: Hey that voice, it's that ghost whose book I destroyed!
Wait, I'm trapped in his poem?
Now I'm really annoyed!

[Opening sequence.]
The Fright Before Christmas
Ho-ho-horror!

Ghost Writer: Danny Fenton hates Christmas, he hates it a lot,
Which is why I've inserted the boy in this plot.
[Danny sees the Ghost Writer's face in the ceiling  of the mall, but it disappears.]
He'll go through this tale 'til the story is ended.
Danny: But you can't make me rhyme!
Sam: *waves at passerby* Hope your New Year's splendid!
[Danny rubs face in annoyance.]
Ghost Writer: You would be quite surprised what I can and can't do,
But I'll leave you your freedom so I can teach you. *appears in store mirror*
When you lash out at others, there's amenity earned.
You're stuck in this poem 'til your lesson is learned. *disappears*
[Danny groans.]
Tucker: Who ya talkin' to, Danny?
Ghost Writer: Said Tucker confused.
Danny: Some annoying ghost writer, we're all being used!
I blew up his story,
Ghost Writer: No hint of remorse,
Danny: Now he's writing a new one we're trapped in by force!
Ghost Writer: But Tucker and Sam merely shrugged in confusion,
Completely convinced of my ghostly illusion.
Sam: Has he always been moody and glum in December?
Tucker: A big, whiny Scrooge, long as I can remember.

[Flashbacks]
[Fourteen years ago, a Christmas tree lot where Jack and Maddie are fighting.]
Tucker: His very first Christmas, when he was a baby,
A bad first impression, no if, but, or maybe.
[Dog approaches baby Danny.]
Tucker: His parents debated on Santa's existence,
Forgetting their sons might have need of assistance.
[Dog sniffs Danny and lifts leg.]
Tucker: Caught up in their rift on that jolly old fellow,
They didn't see Danny's white Christmas turn yellow.
[Danny cries.]
Tucker: And the one four years later was clearly no winner.
Still arguing Santa, they spoiled Christmas dinner.
[Ten years ago, as Jack and Maddie argue, Danny and Jazz watch the shaking microwave apprehensively.]
Tucker: And by 'spoiled,' I should say brought the turkey to life,
[Rabid turkey leaps onto table top.]
Tucker: Slurring blood and revenge with fork and knife.
[Turkey is knocked away by Jazz with a broom.]

[Present.]
Maddie: I've said it before and I'll say it again,
A sled cannot travel the globe at Mach Ten!
Ghost Writer: But Jack Fenton bellowed,
Jack: You're wrong, wrong, you hear?
Ghost Writer: And never once thought he'd be spooking the deer.
And just because this would annoy him the most,
I've decided to make every reindeer a ghost!
[Reindeer glow and float, then turn into mutant-looking ghosts.]
[The crowd panics.]
Ghost Writer: On Spooky, on Spectre, on Deathoof, on Thrasher,
On Maimer, and Vicious, Blood-Antlers, and Slasher!
Danny: I'm going ghost! *runs behind a tree and goes ghost*
Ghost Writer: Came his signature cry,
And into the fray Danny Fenton did fly.
Confronting the reindeer with powers quite ghostly,
[Danny fires ecto blasts at the reindeer ghosts]
Ghost Writer: Protecting the last minute shoppers,
[Danny accidentally makes Mr Lancer's cheese log explode.]
Ghost Writer: Well mostly.
[Danny chases the reindeer, then grabs a string of lights from a tree, knocking it over, and lassos one of them.]
[The reindeer drags him across the mall, knocking down a bunch of carolers.]
[Finally, Danny smashes into a gift booth and the ghosts phase out of the building.]
Ghost Writer: Then the reindeer escaped, having torn up the mall,
Leaving Danny, yes, Danny, the blame for it all.
[Shoppers jeer at Danny and throw things at him.]

[Fenton Works]
[Danny, Jazz, and Maddie are in the living room.]
Ghost Writer: But Danny's grim yule-tide was only beginning,
And later that night, as his patience was thinning..
[Jack's head pops out of the chimney.]
Jack: See? A fat man can fit down the chimney, here's proof!
Maddie: That still won't explain how he gets on the roof!
Ghost Writer: And young Fenton sat there, just steaming and fuming,
[Danny looks out the window and the Ghost Writer appears in a snowman.]
His blood pressure rising, his anger consuming.
Danny: *glares* I won't keep this up!
Ghost Writer: Danny said to the writer.
Danny: There's no poem if I'm silent.
Jazz: Can't you make dad not fight her?
[Danny screams.]
Ghost Writer: You think this is over? It's barely begun!
This all doesn't end 'til the lesson is done.
Danny: And you think that I'll learn it?
You think you're that tough?
Jack: He exists!!
Maddie: No he doesn't!!
Ghost Writer: Then Dan screamed,
Danny: 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 any more of this war, am I clear?
Fourteen years is enough, I am so out of here. *stomps out front door*
Maddie: Hm, what got into him?
Jack: He takes after his mother.
Jazz: Can't blame you for losing your cool, little brother.
Go ahead, clear your head, and I think you'll be fine,
[Danny goes ghost and flies off.]
[The Fentons' presents float up the chimney and follow him.]
Jazz: But taking our presents is crossing the line!

[Danny stops and the presents run into him.]
Danny: Ow! *suddenly sees others' presents floating toward him*
Now you're ripping off gifts? What is that s'posed to do?
[The Ghost Writer appears in the moon.]
Ghost Writer: A - Make a huge scene.
And B - Blame it on you!
[People come out of there houses and shout at Danny.]
[Suddenly Danny is shot by Maddie.]
Maddie: You've ruined our night!
Jack: Drink some anti-ghost tonic! *fires ecto gun at Danny*
[Danny morphs a hole in his head and the blast goes through harmlessly.]
Danny: Wait, I ruined their night? How's that for ironic? *flies away*
Ghost Writer: So Danny did soar through the crisp evening--
Danny: Look!
What's a guy gotta do to get out of this book?
Ghost Writer: And then Danny thought,
Danny: Wait, my problem is clear,
This poem's about Christmas which is here, here, and here. *flies by buildings with decorations*
This curse will stay on me from my town to Rome,
But he can't Christmas me in a non-Christmas home.
[Danny de-ghosts outside of Sam's house and rings the doorbell, Sam answers the door.]
Danny: Sam!
Ghost Writer: Danny said.
Danny: Oh, for crying out loud.
Sam: I know! Can't you see we're all under a cloud?!
Every present we had, in the chimney, up through it,
That might work for you, but that's not how we do it.
Ghost Writer: And Sam saw sad faces on mom, dad, and granny,
So I typed on my keyboard that the blame was on Danny!
Sam: You! You did this?!
Danny: Are you out of your mind?!
Sam: You're the holiday scrooge! Do you think that I'm blind?
Ghost Writer: 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?
[Dreidel glows, spins, and phases through roof.]
[It sends out beams of ecto energy that cause all the toys to become possessed.]

[Toys destroy local toy shop while breaking free.]
[Tucker runs from RC car that enlarged and turned lizard-like.]
[Mr Lancer's train set people tie him to the train tracks where he is run over by the ghost train.]
[Bearbert attacks Jazz with a chainsaw.]

[Toys all converge on Danny's location.]
Ghost Writer: From all over town, the toys start to merge.
I'm really quite wicked when I get the urge.
[Toys leap together and form a giant nutcracker, and Danny goes ghost.]
Ghost Writer: On this night before Christmas, a brand new attacker!
And now, face the wrath of my monster nutcracker!
Danny: Aw nuts!
Ghost Writer: Danny cried as he started to run.
...Must we end every scene with a terrible pun?
[Danny phases through the nutcracker's stomping feet, only to be grabbed and thrown against things.]
[Danny dodges a blast and fires one of his own, which knocks toys from the nutcracker's makeup.]
[Danny continues blasting and noticeable holes appear.]
Danny: You think this can stop me, this bear or this train?
I'll just fire away until no pieces remain.
[Danny fires a giant globe of energy which blasts the nutcracker apart.]
[Broken toys fall to the ground.]
Danny: Nothing to add?
Ghost Writer: Danny asked, and the answer
Showed up in the form of Sam, Tucker, and Lancer,
[People approach  broken toys sadly.]
Ghost Writer: 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 lays a hand on Tucker but his arm is knocked away.]
Tucker: Danny don't.
Sam: What's your deal?
Jazz: I don't even know you!
Ghost Writer: It seemed the whole town had come out to proclaim
That Christmas was ruined, the ghost boy to blame.
[Danny flies off as he is met with eyes of hatred and sorrow.]
[Danny lands by a window and looks in.]
Ghost Writer: Save for one little boy, in his own little red hat.
[Boy sees Danny and waves, Danny waves back.]
Ghost Writer: He thought Danny was cool, so we'll have to fix that.
[Tree comes alive and attacks boy.]
[Danny turns and sees the Christmas trees are all attacking people.]

[Fenton Works]
Woman on TV: The siren is wailing, the ghost trees attacking.
Lock up your homes, I suggest you start packing!
Jack: Christmas is ruined, and you're not the cause.
Maddie: I sure hope the Ghost Shield won't stop Santa Claus.
[Jack engages Ghost Shield, then changes the channel.]
Bill on TV: It's Tree Watch Day One, hope there isn't Day Two.
Let's go to Lance Thunder, our weather man who
Lance: Can't believe I quit acting to work in this place.
There's chaos here, Bill. NOT THE FACE, NOT THE FACE. *attacked by trees*
Jack: Anybody seen Danny?
Jazz: Like I even care.
Maddie: What's wrong with you, Jasmine?
Your brother's out there!
Hold down the fort, Jack, I'll go after our tot. *pulls out axes*
Those trees will not stop me! *jumps out window*
Jack: Oh man, that is hot!

[Danny is surrounded, blasting trees, and Maddie is attacking them from the outside.]
Ghost Writer: While his mother moved forth,
Danny faced my attack.
Maddie: Danny, Danny, where are you?!
Ghost Writer: But he couldn't shout back.
Every tactic he tried would be destined to fail.
[Danny is knocked down.]
Maddie: If you hear me, just scream!
Danny: Yeah with my Ghostly Wail!
[Danny uses his Ghostly Wail and blasts all the trees.]
[Danny uses all his energy and de-ghosts.]
Maddie: *busts out of branches* 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.

[Fenton Works]
Ghost Writer: The Ghost Shield deployed, Danny turned to this thought,
To take on the spirit he knew had wrought
This holiday mischief and left him to blame.
[Danny goes ghost and jumps through the Fenton Portal into the Ghost Zone.]
C'mon now, dear boy, here's where you call me lame.
Danny: Give it up! You can't hide; I know just where to find you.
[Danny flies towards the library-like lair of the Ghost Writer, who sees his approach.]
Ghost Writer: But I'm still in control, allow them to remind you! *types rapidly on keyboard*
[As Danny fires a blast at the doors, they change and now are different set of doors, the building gone.]
[Danny lands and strolls through the blasted doors.]
Danny: Them?
Ghost Writer: Danny asked, then he shuddered and trembled.
The door brought him where all his foes were assembled.
[Danny finds himself in a room with all the ghosts he ever fought staring him down.]
Skulker: We've been waiting for you.
Ghost Writer: Skulker said with a grin.
Box Ghost: Now our holiday party can finally begin!
[Lights turn on and reveal the place to be decorated with various Christmas hangings.]
Skulker: Eat, drink, and be merry.
Ember: Have some warm Christmas goose.
Box Ghost: For surely you know of our annual truce.

[The Ghost Writer slams his fist down on his keyboard.]
Ghost Writer: The truce? It's still holding? I though they'd suspend it
To beat on their foe.

Skulker: Oh this truce, we defend it.
We don't fight on Christmas.
Bertrand: One day of tranquility.
Spectre: Come sun-down tomorrow
All Ghosts: We resume all hostility!
Danny: Every ghost holds this truce?
Skulker: It's a fact.
Walker: It's a rule.
Danny: Well the Ghost Writer broke it.
Ember: That is really uncool!
Danny: I'm trapped in his story, the guy's off his nut!
Skulker: He ought to know better.
Box Ghost: Let's kick his butt!

Ghost Writer: Uh oh. The ghost's changed their--
[The door is busted in and they all crowd inside.]
Ghost Writer: Crud! I have got to type faster! *types rapidly*
Danny: It's over, you hack!
Ghost Writer: I don't think so, young master.
The truce they enjoyed, it was fun while it lasted...
[Everyone glows. Ember and the Box Ghost punch Danny.]
[Danny hits a bookcase, then fires a retaliation, blowing the Box Ghost away.]
Ghost Writer: Then Young Blood got pummeled!
[Shadow tackles Young Blood.]
Ghost Writer: Then Ember got blasted!
[Skulker shoots Ember.]
[Technus blasts Walker and Spectra/Bertrand dog-pile on Danny.]
Ghost Writer: They battled each other with all weapons handy,
A framed eight-by-ten of my half-brother Randy?
Clock and a candle-stick, those I won't miss.
I wonder what else?
Danny: I know, how 'bout this? *smashes an orange into Walker's face*
Ghost Writer: Young Danny though quickly and picked up an orange,
He threw it at Walker who... D'AW CRUD, nothing rhymes with orange!
[Ghosts stop glowing and stop fighting.]
[Danny beats up the Ghost Writer.]
Danny: Roses are read, violets are blue, *blasts keyboard*
Once these fry, I'm guessing this lame poem is... *keyboard explodes* through?
NOOOO!!!
Ghost Writer: Danny screamed.
Danny: I'M STILL TALKING IN RHYME.
Ghost Writer: I would have forewarned you, if given the time.
[Ghost police grab and cuff the Ghost Writer.]
Ghost Writer: There are two ways to finish this poem, just two;
I type 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?
[The Ghost Writer is loaded into a van
Ghost Writer: You think this ends here? You're about to get burned,
This story's not done 'til the lesson is learned. *laughs manically as the van drives away*
[The ghosts look at Danny sympathetically and Danny flies sadly off.]

[Amity Park]
[Danny is strolling down the street, lights shorting out as he walks past.]
Danny: With the keyboard all busted, the curse takes its toll.
The story continues, but I have no control.
[Danny looks into Tucker's window, Tucker is sitting at the dinner table, looking glum.]
[As Danny walks away, Tucker sees him and calls Sam.]
[Danny comes to the spot where all the trees were destroyed and sits on some rubble.]
[He bows his head, then Sam and Tucker come sit next to him.]
Tucker: Dude, like, it's Christmas, so why are you here?
Sam: Outside, with no friends or family near?
Danny: It's my fault, all my fault, what happened tonight,
I spoke out in anger and acted in spite.
[Presents begin to mysteriously float, Tucker and Sam stare]
Danny: I started this all when I picked that first fight,
But I'd give all I had to set everything right. *lifts head and sees the presents*
[The presents glow and are suddenly repaired.]
[Danny, Sam, and Tucker stand in awe.]
Sam: The gifts, they're not damaged?
[Presents begin to fly away towards houses.]
Tucker: They're flying through the air.
Danny: Back where they came from? But who would--
Box Ghost: Beware!
[Danny goes ghost and wheels around, ready to blast him, but stops when he sees all the ghosts.]
Box Ghost: The Box Ghost shall conquer this holiday doom!
Lunch Lady: We just couldn't leave you to suffer in gloom.
Skulker: *holds up gun* Tomorrow you'll see what this baby can do,
But all ghosts share the truce, even half-ghosts like you.
[Desiree uses her powers to repair the trees and toys, and the ghosts take them back to their owners.]
[The presents fall down various chimneys.]
[Danny, Sam, and Tucker grab a tree, and Danny flies them to the little boy's house.]
[Danny lifts the boy, and the boy puts the star on the tree.]
[Technus uses his powers to restore the lights of the town.]

[Later, outside Fenton Works]
Sam: I just saw it happen, but still can't believe
Your enemies help you repair Christmas Eve!
Lunch Lady: *hands Danny a sack lunch* It's all back to normal but your house, my dear.
Skulker: *hands Danny a bag of Christmas items and puts a Santa hat on him* Your Ghost Shield prevents us.
Danny: Thanks, I'll take it from here. *de-ghosts*

[Inside]
[As the Fentons are sitting around gloomily, the door opens and a shadowed figure appears.]
Maddie: Ghost! *charges gun*
Jack: No! It's Santa!
[Jack claps and the lights come on, revealing Danny to be the figure.]
Danny: Well, they're both sort of right.
I know I've been kind of a jerk this whole night,
So I snuck out and found this, it's all of your favourites.
[Danny pulls out a bowl ands a it to Jack, who guzzles the contents.]
[Danny pulls out a present.]
Danny: Here mom, it's for you. *hands it to Maddie*
Jack: Mm, mm, mmm-mmm, mmmm, avrits!
Danny: And Jazz? *holds up Bearbert*
Jazz: Hey! It's Bearbert! He's safe and he's sound!
Gee, thanks, little brother. I knew you'd come 'round.
Maddie: Oh, Danny, you're smiling, that matters the most.
We're all hear together, not fighting some--
Jack: Ghost!
[The Fentons gather around the window.]
[Outside, the ghosts are in a sleigh lead by the ghost reindeer. They wave as they pull away.]
[Jack charges outside and shoots at them.]
Maddie: Jack, no, put the gun down, that's Santa you're shooting!
Jack: Are you mad? That's the ghost who all evening was looting
Our Christmas from us!
Maddie: Then it wasn't the ghost boy?
Let's tear him apart! *pulls out gun*
Jack: Now you're talking. You're toast boy!
[Jack and Maddie run off.]
Danny: 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 loved most and I ruined their cheer.
I'll try to be better, come Christmas next year.
Sam: Uh, nice sentiment, but what are you, a greeting card?
Tucker: Yeah, why're you talking in rhyme?
Jazz: Such a dork.
Danny: We're not talking in rhyme... WE'RE NOT TALKING IN RHYME!!
[The Ghost Writer closes the book.]
[He looks up to see a white monster-ghost sitting next to him.]
[It scoots closer, so he scoots towards the cell door.]
Walker: Orange? *offers him an orange*
Ghost Writer: Ahh! Get that thing away from me!

THE END!

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