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"Sure thing," Barrel said.

"Why?" Lock asked.

His curious tone indicated more for what kind of trouble Carver needed than the act of actually catching them. Still, he could assist Carver for a little bit before he met with Lillith.
The next day, Shock was finally ready to play her trick on Jack. She'd been watching carefully, and knew he was to meet the Mayor at Town Hall today for Halloween plans and testing a new idea. With Sally at her shop, the tower should be empty.

She took some time to double check she had everything she needed in her backpack, including two doses of invisibility potion: one to take just after she passed the main gate and ensured Jack's tower was empty, and one to make her escape when all was said and done. Let Jack try to puzzle out how she got in and out unseen. Shock also double-checked to ensure she had a few treats for Zero in case he wasn't at his tomb. The little ghost dog was loyal to Jack, but good rapport with the little pup and a little bribe could buy her time.

A quick breakfast with hardly a goodbye to her brothers, a quick trek into town, and a careful climb up the cat building and into the hidden nook where she could stake Jack's house unseen, and she was ready.

Lock intended to meet with Lillith one more time before band practice this week. He and Barrel headed into town sometime after Shock. They knew well enough to not be seen with her. The entire town was going to suspect they were up to something, as was the norm, but at least they'd have plausible deniability when her trick went off. Lock, at least, would have a credible alibi in Lillith. Barrel simply planned to bang around the sewers for a while, then go to the witches' shop to get a few things to make dinner on the way back home.

They both intended to pass by the square throughout the day to hopefully catch the trick in action. The only thing Shock couldn't plan for was when Jack returned home, but they knew the Pumpkin King would probably at least be back mid-afternoon to have a late lunch, as he often did after going over plans with the Mayor.
Dr. Finklestein reached for his creation with a growl. He tried again to reach the arm. He could barely manage if he twisted his body enough, but he didn't have the strength or leverage to pull the arm out.

"I'll thank them for nothing, you ungrateful little--"

He saw Carver take the phone, and gradually realized just how stuck he was.

"Get back here! Carver!"
The wheelchair jolted and sputtered as Finklestein tried to move forward. He tried to reverse, but the damage was already done. He flared at his creation.

"CAAAAAARVEEEEEEEEEER!"

Dr. Finklestein reached down to try to remove it, but found the metal arm out of his reach.

"You're grounded, young lady!"
With the opportunity given, Dr. Finklestein shifted the gears to try to make an escape.

Of all the nights for Jewel to not be home!
"I altered it to fit your perceptions," Finkkesteon sneered. "You wanted to be a girl, I made you a girl."

The wheelchair hit the back of the wall.

"I made it durable so those brats couldn't destroy you. I even put on a softer outer layer so they wouldn't get hurt too much when you hit back. It's functional, more convenient, and you can still fulfill your initial purpose!"

Carver got closer. Dr. Finklestein tried not to look even a little afraid.

"Un-ungrateful--!"
Dr. Finklestein started to follow, when he saw Carver deviate from the path.

"Put that down, young lady!" he said.

When Carver started to approach, he put his wheelchair in reverse.

"Carver, I'm warning you--!"
Dr. Finklestein tried to keep up with his creation, but Carver moved too quickly for him to catch. After a moment, Carver swallowed a few of his tools. He sneered when the pumpkin creature taunted him, but realized something.

"That new body hardly slowed you down. There's no need to improve the design, now go to your room!"
Dr. Finklestein tried to grab for the tools.

"Put that back, you little--hey!"

One by one, the tools went into Carver's body.

"Give those back, you ungrateful little--!"
After a few tweaks, Carver would at least have a bit more articulation.

"You have no need to eat," Dr. Finklestein said, "save for your vines, and as for storage, those pants have pockets to hold whatever it is you need."

He wheeled over to get an oil can to better enhance his improvements.

"And as for the heads, I've saved you time having to carve a new one every few weeks. Really, my dear, this is an improvement over your old body. It will just take a bit more getting used to."

Dr. Finklestein patted his creation's arm.

"All that time you spend causing trouble, you can now focus on learning how to scare with your superior framework."
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