You take the skeleton’s hand and it pulls you up. Time to turn this spooky graveyard into a slammin’ danceyard, a thing you just invented.
You bust out the Cabbage Patch, stretching out your arms and bringing them back in, rotating in place, and keeping those hands in fists. The skeleton attempts to copy your motions, but ends up punching its own skull off its neck with its own fist. As the skeleton runs after the skull, now rolling down a small hill, you decide to groove on out.
You two were out-of-step. Maybe your moves were a little too fresh and fly for this disco bonehead. As usual, you are ahead of your time.