(A/N: Some may be a bit OOC…SORRY!)

"NO! NO! NO!" Jack tried his best to force Shock into the hearse, but he was failing miserably, and she would not be quiet. "I'm not crazy!"

"I beg to differ!" Jack was exhausted from the constant driving and yelling and wedding planning, but he was determined to make at least ONE Boogey Boy sane.

"If you don't make me go," Shock haggled as Jack forced her in the car, "I'll tell you how to get to St. Patrick's Day Land!" Jack eased up a bit, and he took the bait.

"Another holiday?" He pondered aloud. Shock nodded and then bolted from the spot. "GET BACK HERE!"

"NEVER! EEEEEEheeeheeeeheeee!" Shock snickered and cackled as she made the skeletal figure chase her. But, finally, Jack caught her, and she was shoved into the car. Zero barked as they drove away to Mental Health Town.

At Dr. Freud's office….

"Doctor?" The voice on the intercom was high and squeaky.

"Yes Miss Hilling?" Poor guy, he could feel the death enveloping him as his receptionist spoke.

"Your four o'clock is here."

"Oh dear god no…." Shock could be heard making a fuss in the waiting room. She was apparently yelling at some intern.

"You call this water?!? I've had better-tasting stuff from sewage systems!" Jack tried to be gentle, but literally through Shock onto the couch.

Jack leaned over to Freud and whispered, "I'm so very, very sorry." He left the office and Dr. Freud got out the straight jacket, but Shock incinerated it with her handy-dandy blowtorch (which happened to be concealed in her hat…WTF?). Dr. Freud just jumped behind his desk.

Shock's mouth curved into a smile and she cackled. "I'm baaaAAAACK!" The doctor gulped and got his tazer ready. He sat on a chair opposite of Shock and took out his notepad.

"Welcome back, Shock. How've you been?" He did his best to remain calm, and another freakish moment of his life began.

"'How have I been?'" She shook a bit. "'HOW HAVE I BEEN?'" Shock's face turned eight shades of red, and she stood on the couch. She took in a deep breath and looked like she was going to explode. Freud made a very frightened face. "I'VE BEEN MISERABLE! OH! Never mind…" The witch girl sat back down in her seat.

"Shock, what's bothering you?"

"Well, there's…this…………guy." She was a bit flighty at the moment.

"Oh! I see."

"See what! There's nothing to see I'm not a freaking' experiment…anymore." Shock was very frustrated.

"Shock, you don't have to be ashamed." The doctor sounded very caring for once. "There's nothing wrong with having a crush on a-"

"IT'S NOT A CRUSH!" Shock jumped up and grabbed the doctor's shirt collar. "Wusses have crushes! This is true love!" She was spitting on Freud's face as she yelled. "TRUE LOVE!!!!!!!!!!"

"Uh…"

Shock pulled the handy-dandy blowtorch back out and torched the curtains. Freud ran for his dear life out of the room.

Intermission Get some popcorn. Go potty. Feed the pets. Pick your little sister up from school. By the way, I like those new jeans you're wearing.

(A/N: Thanks to Nightmare1 for the concealed weapon idea and JigenZLuvTears for the cru-

Shock pulls out handy-dandy blowtorch "IT'S TRUE LOOOVE!"

Me: "Oh dear god!")