Over the course of the day, Shock spent her time in the shop, using the old-fashioned cleaners that slowly ate away at the glue, with the occasional chipping away at the pieces. While waiting for it to set, she assisted with organizing and cleaning while the witches caught up in potions and orders. Barrel helped Behemoth and Wolfman pick and haul pumpkins and brought them to Carver. Lock spent a lot of the day up on the rooftops and in tight spaces hanging up decorations and securing banners.

At Carver's screech, Lock scurried across the rooftops to investigate. Several other monsters on the streets came over as well. By the time Lock arrived and started climbing down to assist, Cyclops and the Corpse Dad were righting the chair and trying to help Dr. Finklestein. Clown had wheeled up and used his extendable arms to grab Carver and pull her back while a banshee pried her vines from the evil scientist. Just as Lock hit the streets, Jack arrived on the scene. The middle trickster hung back as the Pumpkin King went straight to Carver.

"What's going on?"

He glanced between Finklestein and Carver, and tried to piece it together. Obviously, she attacked him, but even [i]this[/i] was odd behavior for her, when she was normally content to play a trick, then run off with her friends. Briefly, Jack recalled Sally's comment about none of the tricksters escalating their trouble this close to Halloween before. It allowed him to keep a level head, even though his tone was more stern than he meant it to be, his face a mix of worry, concern, and a bit of anger at the evil scientist's current predicament.

"Carver."

Jack allowed the other monsters to assist Finklestein as he approached the pumpkin creature. He got down on one knee to be more at her level.

"I can already see what happened," he said, as he forced his tone to remain level. "Why did you do this?"

Lock hung back and partially hid behind the nearby well. His tail nervously twitched as he debated stepping in.