Intermission over

"Um, Doctor?" Miss Hilling was quite alarmed to see her employer running out of his office. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Freud shot her a nasty look. "Are you a certified therapist?" His voice was so sour that even the ruler of Lemon Land would've said, "WOW! THAT is SOUR!"

"Why," Miss Hilling stood up. "As a matter of fact I am." She stood up and pulled several diplomas out of her desk. She gave them to the doctor and he gawked.

The doctor said, "Wow, I don't have most of these!" At that, the receptionist rolled her eyes and headed into Freud's office.

Freud sat down beside Jack on the couch and sighed. "Am I a good doctor?"

"I think you're the best doctor ever! You've sat through more sessions with any of the Boogie Boys than is inhumanly possible. You got Lock to open up, and while after he did he immediately closed back up like a rat trap, that's more than anyone had done before." Jack sat up and patted the doctor on the back. "I think you deserve a cookie." The skeletal figure reached into his pocket and pulled out a gingerbread man. The doctor unenthusiastically accepted the sugary treat.

In the Doctor's office….

Lock's handy-dandy blowtorch had run out of fuel, and she was sitting amongst the flames. "TEEHEE caahaaaaa!" Miss Hilling then entered. The flames died, and a little funeral was held. Shock was weaping lightly.

"I know you didn't know the little flames, Miss Hilling, but it means so much that you came!" Shock blew her nose and then sat back on the couch, forming a diabolical plan in her head, or maybe just thinking about the next town song rehearsal date.

"Shock, I think I can understand what you're going through with this new cru" Miss Hilling changed her course of words when Shock formed fists. "True love." Shock lightened up a bit. "That's better. Now, Shock, who is he?"

"Hmmm." Shock sighed. "He's the dreamiest thing to ever happen to stop-motion animation."

"And his name is…?"

"If I tell you" Shock got off the couch and yanked the secretary's arm so that they were level at the eye. "You must swear to never tell a single living or dead soul for as long as you speak!" Her face was red with anger.

"Deal."

"Alright…." Shock loosened her grip and went back to her couch. She muttered, "I lykse ksn."

"What?"

"I said I like"

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