[Danny shoves an orange into Walker's mouth, hoping to end the ghost fight]
Ghost Writer
[typing] Young Danny thought quickly and picked up an orange.
He threw it at Walker who... [stops typing and thinks; angrily] Aw, crud! Nothing rhymes with orange!
"Roses are red; violets are blue.
Once these fry, I'm guessing this lame poem is...! [Destroys the keyboard] Through.
NO!!!"
Ghost Writer
Danny screamed.
"I'm still talking in rhyme!"
Ghost Writer
I would have forewarned you, if given the time!
There are two ways to finish this poem. Just two.
I'd 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?
[Gets thrown in the prison truck] You think this ends here? You’re about to get burned!
This story's not done 'TIL THE LESSON IS LEARNED!
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.
Uh, nice sentiment, but what are you, a greeting card?
Yeah. Why you talking in rhyme?
We're not talking in rhyme. [excited] We're not talking in rhyme!
[As Ghost Writer is shown in a prison cell, a bear-like creature scoots up to him. Ghost Writer tries to scurry away until he sees Walker in front of the bars, holding an orange]
Ghost Writer
[exclaims in fear] Get that thing away from me!