Carver didn't really have a throat to grab or strangle, but her vines could still be bruised. She flinched at the shout, jerking her head to the door. A second, more muffled, cry came from somewhere else in the lab.

The pumpkin creature quickly shoved Shock toward the hiding spot behind the bookshelf before reaching for the remote. She flipped through the channels as rapidly as she could. She landed on a shot of the tree house, where Barrel was flipping through some books and working his way through bowl of fried spiders, right as Doctor Finkelstein burst through the door. 

He had a blanket haphazardly draped over himself and his whole chair.

"ARE THOSE HOOLIGANS IN MY LAB AGAIN?!"