After some searching and no success in finding Wolfboy, Barrel headed back to get started on making party snacks - and fending off his siblings from taking too many. Lock and Shock both came back with their spoils, each with a decent-sized keg of spirits that they carried back to the lair. They temporarily rigged the old birdcage elevator to get the kegs up into the tree house, then held onto them to go down the slide for the easiest transport. The next day would be spent setting up the sound systems for the party as opposed to band practice and getting all the instruments into the scorpion room for safekeeping, which was then locked tight. Shock refused to risk any harm coming to them, and she damn well didn't want to risk her wares. Oogie's room, they left open in case a guest needed to lie down. With their unspoken agreement that no one liked being in the lair alone, and [i]especially[/i] not that room, they all agreed with just as much silence that the atmosphere from the party would grant some reprieve for a little while and counter the unsettling nature of the room for a few hours. It was the extent of their courtesy and hospitality. Barrel was in the kitchen most of the day, almost up until the party was set to start. Lock and Shock set up the kegs and dragged the dining room table out for easier snack access. They also double-checked all their traps to make sure no drunken guest would accidentally set something off, then turned on several of the old casino lights to bring some fun to the darkness. Even the trio had to admit Oogie had a sense of flair with the blinking lights, ultraviolet decorations, and colorful torture devices that gave the entire room a sense of creepy wonder. There was certainly no party like a trickster party anywhere else in Halloween Town.