Carver went with Shock to the pumpkin patch, retrieved her walkie talkie, then split off to head for the graveyard. After she confirmed that the graveyard was empty of corporeal denizens, she directed Lock to take a post near the entrance. She went deeper into the graveyard herself, ad waited. At the signal, the pumpkin creature immediately started making an utter ruckus around the mausoleum, banging on the great echoing doors as if they were drums, knocking over tombstones, and so on. It didn't take long for the ghosts, creeps, and shadows to come out to see who was causing the noise.

"What's all that racket?" one of the ghosts grouched. 

"Jack's called a town meeting," Carver told them, knocking over another tombstone.

"Why didn't the Mayor alert us with his hearse, then?" a creep asked suspiciously.

Carver snickered. "Horn's clogged up, and the cat's missing its crank." 

"By [i]your[/i] doing, I expect," a second ghost grumbled.

"Wasn't that show at the Witches' Shop enough for you?" the wolf shadow growled.

Carver shrugged, still grinning. "To be fair, we clogged the horn two weeks ago. Not our fault it took so long for anyone to notice." She used her slingshot to bounce a rock off a headstone the two-headed shadow was resting against.

"Oh, how [i]rude[/i]!" one of the heads exclaimed.

"Don't you have anything better to do than harass us?" the other head asked.

She put another rock into her slingshot. "Hey, I'm only on message duty 'cause Jack told us we had to fill in for the hearse until it gets fixed. [i]You[/i] guys are the ones sitting around like open targets." She loosed her ammo through one of the ghosts.

The incorporeals chattered indignantly, but headed off into town. Carver casually shot at them a few more times before making her way back to Lock. She cackled to herself, but was inwardly rather relieved that they'd fallen for that; a water balloon wouldn't be able to hit them, and if the tricksters had to aim for the ground near them, there was a chance they'd be able to get away before the smaller clouds of fog could envelop them. But this way, they were flying directly into the thickest fog entirely willingly.