a/n: wow! I can't believe I wrote all this! I guess that means you want more then. Title: a day in the life of me

Shock turns to me as we close the doors.

"Yes! We better get it right next time!" she hisses.

Barrel, sitting on top of the bag, leans back and sighs, then sits up and comments, "Before we get in trouble, AGAIN," he stares pointedly at Shock and I, "let's get whoever this is back!"

Even Shock can't say 'no' to that. We all hate being in trouble; and if being in trouble with Mr. Oogie Boogie was bad, then being in trouble with Jack is like a plague sweeping down upon you.

The trip back to the forest, especially down the middle, takes forever, especially when you have to walk. It's well into the night when we finally make it.

We let the rabbit out, explain what happened (in a very vague way) and show him where to leave.

"Lock?" Barrel calls for me from inside the tub. I walk over and peak inside and he continues, "I'm tired."

I hop into the tub with him and he rests his head on my stomach. Shock hops in as I rest a hand across Barrel's stomach, lightly embracing him, but not enough for anyone else to notice.

I turn to Shock and whisper, "I'm wiped too, let's get Sandy Claws another time, now that we know where to go."

Shock yawns and answers, "Sure, why not? We still have time."

Our tub walks us home, but none of us care, we fell asleep on the way.

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I wake up to the feeling of Barrel trying to use my stomach as a mattress. And while I do like my brother, I throw him off of me.

"Hey!" he whines.

"Sorry, but if I didn't move you I'd be a pancake," I over exaggerated, but not by much.

His eyes start to water, "I don't weigh that much, do I?" he seems so childish.

"Nope!" I grin and he tackles me.

I look over to see Shock still asleep. That girl would sleep through the end of the world, I swear!

I walk over to her the best I can, and I a tub that's not that good. I get a little away over from her feet and quickly pounce on her.

Her reflexes cause me to get a knife in the left arm. I tumble off of her and grab my wound, which is now starting to bleed.

I quickly jump out, followed by Shock. She ruches to me and drowns me in apologies, "Oh my gosh! Lock, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

"I've been better," I hiss, the pain seeping into my voice.

I head off to find our first aid kit and quickly clean and bandage my wound.

I watch as Barrel throws away a few cloths I had used as Shock insistently makes breakfast, trying to give Mr. Oogie boogie no reason to leave his lair.

This all leaves me with catching and cooking a bug for Mr. Oogie Boogie. I quickly hop down, but Barrel intercepts me. He answers my look with a simple explanation: "You won't be able to snap the trap quick enough with one arm, I'll do it."

Accepting facts I surrender and head to the kitchen to help Shock, but find that she has already finished and is waiting patiently.

"I thought you were going to..."

"Barrel finished it for me, he insisted," my tone goes cold.

"Barrel!" Shock yells.

"Aw, c'mon Shock! You made me miss!" Barrel yells back, apparently missing his prey. Minutes later we hear the trap snap and we rush over.

At the shrine we watch as Barrel throws our offering down the tunnel as we bow down to the opening. When the offering is taken and the cage thrown back, we stand up and slowly make our way to the kitchen.

We eat in silence. Having lost use of my left arm, I have some trouble, but luckily I don't have too much trouble. Naturally I'm a righty.

We finish eating and throw our dishes in the sink, just adding to our already touring pile. As a rule the only time we wash our dishes are if we need them, or if we're told to.

Barrel and I speed ahead of Shock, beating her to the bathroom and locking the door behind us.

Barrel turns the hot water on as I get the towels ready for after we finish.

Barrel and I take our baths maybe twice a week, while Shock tries to make hers daily. The only time Barrel and I bother is to annoy Shock though.

We throw everything aside and hop in the tub, my bandages automatically soaked.

"That'll teach you," Barrel sneers as I wrestle with the sticky, and now soppy, bandages.

Finally removing them, I throw them in the trashcan, making a perfect basket. My wound starts to sting at the touch of soapy water.

I find a water bomb hidden next to the tub. When Barrel finally turns around I quickly fill the weapon and throw it at him, soaking his still dry hair.

This, my friends, is a declaration of war in this house!

Our "war" lasts about an hour when we start to hear Shock yelling, "There are other people in this house, you know?"

"Oh, bite me!" I yell back, Barrel erupting with laughter.

Shock slams the door with her fist and we hear her storm off.

Minutes later Barrel and I are leaving the bathroom, snickering. From up in our room we hear a sound like a banshee shriek. Seemingly this is the sound of Shock realizing half way through her bath that Barrel and I have stolen the shampoo and soap. We thought ahead and locked the bedroom door, to make sure Shock's wrath never passes the door. We also (a/n: when did they plan off this?) left the stuff in another place, so that she wouldn't have any reason to open the door.

We hear her leave the bathroom with a slam and charge straight for our room.

"It's not here, Shock," I yell.

"Yeah. Sure..." she yells, now outside the door, trying to pick the lock.

"Seriously, we hid it somewhere," Barrel answers.

"Where?" she demands.

Barrel looks to me and I look back. We sigh.

"Behind the bookcase," I answer, referring to the bookcase that we hide a door to an alternate exit of our tree house.

"It better be!" she answers.

It is.

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It's been thirty some days since we returned. My wound is now a barely visible scar, but that's the only visible change. Actually it's the only change at all.

We are just sitting around, doing nothing, as usual, when Shock jumps up and yells, "We got to go."

"What?" I stare at her paranoid state.

"Sandy Claws," no more necessary. We hop up and get ready.

In no time we are headed, once again, to the forest, just us, our masks, and our bag.

A/n: oh, I'm sure you're so excited! No, really, I'm pretty sure that was a good way to leave a cliff hanger in this story!