Barrel responded to the kick with a hefty snore. Shock, having somewhat gotten herself free, groaned when Barrel rolling over ruined her work. Lock gave up a while ago, though when Barrel started to roll over, he found the bottom part of face buried in Barrel's chubby waist. He muttered out some muffled curses.

Shock accepted Carver's help. She cracked her back once free, then kicked Barrel's side as hard as she could.

"Damn boulder."

She glanced down to Lock, who she guessed was trying to get them to help him and started laughing. Lock growled and glared at her. She picked up on Carver's blatant refusal to help Lock and grinned, before she turned to Carver.

"Your cargo pants are still up in the tree house," Shock said. "And I'm pretty sure I have an old tank top that'll go with it."

Lock tried to scream something at her. His legs and tail both flailed on the other side. A devious smirk crossed Shock's face.

"We can let my brothers get some rest."