As the song came to its climax, Isaac sang along with the final verse, “Pop goes the weasel,” but nothing happened. Just then, he heard his mother’s shrill voice calling him from downstairs. Isaac kneeled over, burying his face in the side of his bed. Isaac looked over to the edge of the bed, where Laughing Jack was now suddenly sitting beside him. “Look kido, I’m sorry I had to hide, but I’ll make it up to you!Isaac let out a sigh, “It’s broken…” He placed the box back down on the edge of the bed, and shuffled across his small dusty room to his dresser where he changed out of his soiled sleepwear and into his usual tattered clothes. Streams of tears ran down his cheeks as he began to weep. Because tonight we can play games and have tons of fun! Isaac looked up at his vibrant pal and silently nodded, as a little smile began to form in the corners of his mouth.His father worked long hours down at the London harbour to support his family, although a large portion of his earnings went toward purchasing and consuming copious amounts of alcohol at the end of his shift.
Then, without warning, the top of the box swung open and a parade of colorful smoke and confetti bellowed out. ” Jack let out a whimsical laugh, “Of course I know your name! Isaac was amazed as he watched his toys move around the room on their own.
Isaac rubbed his eyes in disbelief of what he was seeing. Then, Laughing Jack and Isaac told each other spooky ghost stories.
Isaac just remained quiet, quivering beneath his soiled bed sheets until the screams and loud bangs subsided.
Once poor frightened Isaac was finally able to fall asleep, he’d dream of what it would be like to have a friend to play with, so maybe he could laugh and be happy like the other children of London.
Luckily for little Isaac, this Christmas Eve marked a big change, when his abysmal loneliness caught the attention of a guardian angel, who then crafted a very special gift for the sad little London boy.
As the sun rose on that Christmas morning, Isaac opened his eyes to find a strange wooden box sitting at the foot of his bed.
Jack quickly released the creature from his grasp as its lifeless furry husk thudded against the ground. With both his parents dead, this meant that the now twenty-year-old Isaac inherited the dusty old house he spent the earlier half of his childhood in. Not only was he older, but he also seemed to posses this odd grim look on his face.
There was hush silence as the two observed the cat’s now twisted and mangled corpse. Laughing Jack was quite surprised when he heard his old friend’s footsteps walking up the stairs to the attic room for the first time in thirteen years, however it was not the reunion Jack had hoped for. No longer was he the hopeful and curious young boy Jack first met all those years ago.
Isaac squinted his eyes as he sounded out the words, “L-laugh-ing-J-Jack-in-a-b-box…” he paused, “…Laughing Jack-in-a-box? ” Isaac looked back at Jack, who gave him a wink and said, “You should wear that smile more often.