a/n: hmm... this is another toughy chappie to name. And I also have a question to put in, but that'll be in my end author's note. Title: Sandy Claws meets Oogie Boogie

We fall into a white pile of freezing water.

"What is this stuff?" Barrel asks.

"I don't know," Shock answers.

"Well, I don't like it," I conclude.

We continue on into town to find little people, our size, walking around in weird outfits.

"It must be Halloween," I mumble.

We find our house, and we approach. We ring the doorbell and a weird tune plays.

Waiting is worse than any other torture, but we can hear him inside. He opens the door slowly.

"Trick-or-treat," our voices in perfect unison.

"Huh?" he stares.

We waste no time. We leap at him, screaming, and capture our prey.

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Sweet success! We have him! Sandy Claws!

We walk into town, seeing Jack in his Sandy Claws suit.

We can't contain our excitement, and we yell out, "Jack! Jack! This time we bagged him."

Jumping up I yell, "This time we REALLY did!"

Barrel crawls to the front of the bag, "He sure is big, Jack."

"And heavy," Shock finishes.

We feel Sandy trying to get out. With a last effort he demanded, "Let... me... out!" and he's released.

We hear Jack start rambling, and we lose interest.

"I told you," mumbled Shock, as Barrel tries to keep his balance on the moving Sandy Claws.

I growl and she smirks, behind her mask of course. As for knowing this, it's mainly because the masks bond us, to know exactly how the other two feel.

Sandy throws us out of the argument, "B-But there must be some mistake."

"See that he's comfortable," with Jack's words Shock and I start to close the bag.

But Jack interupts again, "Just a second fellas. Of course! That's what I'm missing," he takes Sandy's hat, "Thanks."

"B-B-But--. You can't just... hold on!" but he's too late, we close the bag. "Where are we going now?"

We all turn and head out the gate. When the final limit gate's are closed we hear Sandy again, "Me on vacation? On Christmas Eve?"

Barrel, ignoring him, inquires. "Where are we taking him?"

"Where?" Shock asks.

I turn and remove my mask, "To Oogie Boogie of course. There isn't anywhere in the whole world more comfortable then that! And Jack said to make him comfortable, didn't he?"

Shock and Barrel turn to me, "Yes, he did."

Santa, startling me, begins to speak, "Haven't you ever heard of peace on earth and good will towards men?"

The three of us look at each other and respond, "NO." All the way back to the house we laugh and joke.

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We arrive back to the house, still laughing.

Santa, now out of the bag and tied up, compliments of Barrel, tries pleading, "Don't do this."

Like that would work!

"Naughty children never get any," with this we shove him in, "presents."

Barrel picks up his pitchfork as I grab a plunger and I hand Shock a broom.

Trying to bang him in, Shock turns to me, "I think he might be too big."

Santa gives a pain filled groan as I turn to her, "No, he's not. If he can go down a chimney, then he can fit..." I shove once, "down..." again, "here!" with this last shove he goes flying down, as we listen to the bolts bend and pop.

We listen in content as Mr. Oogie Boogie accepts his offering with pleasure. We start to shift though, uncertain if the preparations were good enough for our "father".

But we hear him start, "Well, well, well, what have we here?/Sandy Claws, huh?/Oh, I'm really scared/So you're..."

"Good, he likes him," Barrel comments. I punch him and we goo back to listening.

"You're jokin', you're jokin'/I can't believe my eyes/You're jokin me, you gotta be/This can't be the right guy/He's ancient, he's ugly/I don't know which is worse/I might just split a seam now/If I don't die laughing first"

"I wish we could see!" Shock complains. Barrel tries to slap her, but misses, and sends him spinning to the ground.

I laugh. Why we seem to always act like this is beyond me. We're well over three generations old, but we act five, or maybe six years old. Like best friends, we can fight and make up in a day. When both friends swear the other lost a two person race, no matter how much they fight over it, they make up by the next day.

I push my way next to the vent and listen in, Well if I'm feelin' antsy/And there's/nothin' much to do/I might just cook a special batch /Of snake and spider stew"

I turn to find the others have heard this too. Dreams of the tasty food swim within our heads.

We walk off to see a shadow sneaking around the gate through the window.

I hold out my hands and the others stop and we all lean down, so we can't be seen. From this far off no one can see us, and they are just little dots, but there is no mistake that someone is headed for us.

"What should we do?" Barrel asks.

"I don't know!" I answer.

"Let's hide," Shock points toward her room and Barrel and I smirk.

We head up to her room and find that it's been completely painted lavender. It's decorated with weapons everywhere. The only other things in the room are some books.

We watch as Sally comes through the door. She sneaks over to our shrine and just as we jump to try and stop her, she slides down the shrine, a rope in hand.

We wait and watch for her to leave, but instead we hear the Mayor's voice come over, "Skeleton Jack is a pile of dust!"

We look at each other and start to dance in a circle, "Pile of dust! Pile of dust! Skeleton Jack's a pile of dust!"

We are having so much fun that we don't notice Jack, standing right behind us.

"Ahem," he coughs. We gulp and turn around.

His stare is enough to get us to scream, running to the far corner.

"Tell that crazy Mayor that I AM alive and bring him here!" we nod and he leaves.

A/n: Do you think that this should have a sequel? I need to know! I have one planned and ready to go!