Lock again tried to pull his tail from Carver's grasp. Thanks to Shock, he didn't see Carver wrap her metal limbs around his legs. He tumbled to the ground with her just as the metal limbs tightened around his legs, preventing him from kicking her. Lock managed to grab a handful of vines, but it did him no good as the rest quickly immobilized him.

He squeezed tightly on the vines in his grasp in a vain attempt to get Carver to let him go. Lock growled and tried once more to break free. Across the room, Barrel grabbed another blanket and pulled it around him. Shock simply smirked as her little brother tussled with her best friend. She settled down, one arm against the floor to prop her head in her hand, her other hand rested in the crook of her elbow as she curled her legs in.

"Guess he's comfortable," she said sweetly.

Barrel giggled. Lock glared at them both, then focused on using all of his strength to try to break out of Carver's vines. After a few more moments of struggle with nothing to show for it, he gave in.

"Fine!" he cried. "Uncle!"