Lock kept his grip on the blanket as Carver and Shock pulled it back. He let it go before they could potentially let go of their end and send him tumbling backwards. It wouldn't be the first time. "You suck." He listened to the tapping and frowned. "Yeah, yeah," Lock said. "Barrel's working on it." He gave Shock another kick, then got out of range before she could retaliate. Deciding to leave them to it, Lock went to gather his day clothes and get dressed. Down in the lair, Barrel casually passed through the casino as he thought of what to make for breakfast. Paincakes? Rotten fruit bowl? Scrambled lizard eggs? Maybe some fresh spider eye muffins. They [i]did[/i] have that jar now; might as well put it to use. He was trying to decide on scorpion legs or fried snake as a potential side when he noticed the spice cabinet slightly ajar. Without a second thought, he wandered over it to it when he noticed something strange. Barrel pulled the cabinet open to investigate...only to be met with the most horrific sight he had ever seen. All of the spices were gone, with only a folded piece of paper on the middle rack, propped up like a tent with its note in full view. The horrified scream carried all the way up to the tree house. Lock had barely changed into his pants and was about to pull on his shoes when he heard Barrel's cry carry up the pipe. Shock pulled the pillow over her head to block it out. "Th' hell's he screaming about this early?" she asked, irritated. "Sounds like something's wrong," Lock said, as he headed for the slide. Shock perked then, and gave Lock an expectant look. Lock rolled his eyes at her, as he knew he'd be the one to go investigate. Foregoing his boots for the moment, he dove down the slide. A moment later, his and Barrel's excited, indecipherable voices carried up the slide, with Barrel's frantic tone punctuated by Lock's laughter. That got Shock to curiously crawl over to listen for a moment while her brain finished waking up. "Sounds like something [i]interesting[/i] happened last night."