Barrel heard Carver's laughter up the slide, and let out a frustrated cry, which of course only made everyone else laugh even harder. Lock took Shock's suggestion to make some ghost toast, and allowed Barrel to wallow in his frustration. The two of them then left Barrel alone to cool off, as they needed him to focus today.

When Carver eventually joined them, Lock only made one demand for the pajama pants, but didn't push it further, at least, not right now. He'd have time to either steal them back or fight her for them once they got some more important stuff out of the way.

As Shock made her way to the kitchen to dump the bowl in the sink and put the milk away, she caught Carver's signal and gestured for them to go into Oogie's old bedroom to talk. As Lock was still eating and Barrel was assuring himself that at least the salt and pepper shakers on the table were still there, and he could still make something partway decent in the meantime, neither of her brothers paid them any mind.

The second the door closed, Shock crossed her arms expectantly.

"What is it?" she asked.

She'd picked up a bit on the pumpkin creature's demeanor, and the subtlety to not get the boys' attention. Shock listened. Her face darkened for a moment.

"That's [i]all[/i] she did?" she asked.

Carver was right that she found the whole thing hilarious. But [i]only[/i] if Agatha was just out to give Barrel some payback. The witch wasn't stupid, and knew her herbs and plants. If Agatha found this room, and the remainders of the forget-me-lots - and more than that, the sheer amount of them - there were only so many possible conclusions the teen witch could draw.