Dr. Freud sat at his desk writing up prescriptions. The intercom came on.
"Dr. Freud?"
"Yes, Miss Hilling?"
"Your four o'clock is here."
"Thank you. Send them in."
Yelling and swearing could be heard outside of Dr. Freud's office door. A skeleton burst in holding three lashing and yelling children in trick-or-treat outfits under his arms.
"You stink!"
"You stink!"
"You both stink!"
"SHUT UP!"
"YOU!"
"YOU!"
"YOU!"
"ALL OF YOU SHUT UP!" Jack yelled in a high-pitched voice. He threw them on the couch and bolted out of the door. He quickly turned around and hollered to the doctor, "THEY'RE ALL YOURS!" Then he slammed the door.
All Dr. Freud could do was watch as Lock and Shock got into an all-out verbal and slapping brawl. Barrel merely sat where Jack had put him and rooted for whoever was winning.
"You're dress is ugly!" SLAP!
"Red makes you look fat!" SLAP!
"You couldn't carry a tune if your life depended on it!" SLAP!
"You one to talk devil-boy!" SLAP!
"Your mouth doesn't stay in sync with your dialogue!" SLAP!
"OH YEAH?" SLAP!
"YEAH!" SLAP!
"Weeell! At least my voice actor wasn't number thirty-seven on E!'s 101 Most Shocking Moments In Entertainment!"
Lock withdrew and gasped, as did Barrel. The devil-boy looked her in the eye. "You swore you'd never bring that up again!"
Shock pranced around the room. "THIRTY-SEVEN! THIRTY-SEVEN! THIRTY-SEVEN!"
Lock lunged at her. Dr. Freud caught him in mid-air and virtually saved Shock's life. He looked to each of the Boogie Boys. "Why don't we have a little chat?"