Lock, Shock, and Barrel all perked and nodded in agreement.

"That--"

"--Sounds--"

"--Perfect!"

All three of them grinned as they listened further. Barrel's began to fade.

"But that means [i]homework[/i]," he whined.

Lock shoved another paincake in his mouth as Shock scoffed.

"You know how many forget-me-lots Carver and I gathered yesterday, and how many more we still need to pull this off? Plus all the prep work it's gonna take to dry, powder, and activate them? You can read a few books. It won't kill you."

"Wait, forget-me-lots?" Lock asked, after quickly swallowing the paincake. "Whose memory are we wiping?"

"The whole town's!" Barrel said proudly, through a mouthful of his own breakfast.

He went back to scarfing down what was on his plate. Shock looked more devious.

"We're gonna make them think Halloween came early."

"Oh, that's [i]delicious[/i]," Lock said.

"You're on picking duty," Shock said.

"What? Why?"

"Because it's going to take a lot more to do this," Shock said, "and unless [i]you[/i] want to tutor Barrel..."

Lock sighed.

"[i]Fine[/i]," he said.

Shock finished her breakfast as she thought for a moment.

"...The wedding broom."

"Huh?" her brothers asked.

"In Town Hall," she said. "We'll get the wedding broom and glue it to the ceiling so they think Agnes's is accounted for."

Lock and Barrel looked at each other, then nodded in agreement.