Troublesome Trio at Skellington Manor

Getting the bloody bathtub

Jack still had no idea why he had said yes. the pumpkin king had dropped the punishment he had originally given the trio, as he suspected staying at Skellington Manor was a big enough punishment for them. He and Sally were watching the Trick-or-Treater siblings pursuing their walking bathtub, which had miraculously survived the explosion, and was currently racing around the graveyard. Sally glanced over to Jack. "Do you think this is a good-?" she asked him. "No. No I don't." Jack replied a millisecond later, not even letting the ragdoll finish. "It's going to be a nightmare, I can already tell." Jack looked back to Lock, Shock, and Barrel. Shock had thrown Barrel in the bathtub, and Barrel had stopped it, smacking the faucet repeatedly. Lock was running back towards the remnants of the treehouse, which Jack had already arranged to be rebuilt. Shock was yelling at him, "GET THE THING, GET IT! THE THING!" Lock ran back, dragging a bag of candy. The two kids tossed the candy bag into the still running bathtub. There was a squeak from Barrel as the bag crushed him. "I'm okay!" he squeaked, his voice muffled, "Ooh, a piece of candy!" Lock and Shock jumped in after it. Barrel wriggled out from under the bag, smacking Shock with his mask. Sally called out to them, "Are you ready to go?" Lock glared at her, "Shut up, you're not our mother!" His eye was still bandaged, but his glare was still enough to kill. Sally sighed, and replied "Ok, come to Skellington Manor when you're ready." she and Jack headed home, waiting for the Trick-or-Treater's. They hadn't been home long, when they heard six tiny fists threatening to smash down the door. "I wonder who that is." Sally remarked sarcastically, continuing her sewing. Jack went to answer the door. Opening it, he realised it had started raining. The trio, their bathtub, and the bag of candy were soaking wet. Shock scowled at him, her tangled dark blue hair hanging limply down her back. "I am not amused." She stated. Barrel flicked the bathtub's faucet, and the walking mechanism stalked in, tracking water across the hallway rug. Sally came out of the living room, and frowned at the sight of water everywhere. "We brought our pets with us, hope you mind." Lock smirked, opening a large wooden box. Jack and Sally watched in amazement as a white cat, a black raven with a gray stripe of feathers down its back, an orange and black snake, two black and blue spiders, and three red-eyed black scorpions scrambled out. This was going to go marvellously.