(A/N: Wow. Okay. I feel up to writing now….hm….how to make this up to your prickish standards…..)

Jack drove the hearse along into Mental Health Town. Barrel sat in the back seat, watching as the musical number began.

Boys and girls if you're deranged/

If people tell you that you are strange/

Come along to Mental Health Town

We have just the cure for you.

We have German doctors with nice notebooks/

Singing angels and Russian cooks.

Come along to this little land/

Where sanity is far from hand.

Step inside, look around.

Enjoy our topsey-turvey playground.

Dance with a demonic old clown,

Come on now, it's your cue.

Barrel dragged his feet on the floor as he followed Jack into the office.

Miss Hilling called over the intercom. "Dr. Freud?"

No response.

"Excuse me, Dr. Freud?" Barrel and Jack sat down.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT WOMAN!" Freud's voice was shrill and full of tension.

"Um…sir, the last one is here to see you."

"HALLEJUHAH! Send him in." The door opened and the sight of the doctor was less than appealing. Disheveled hair, a three month old beard, broken glasses, a broken arm from when he…..fell down the stairs. Yes. Stairs…..heheheheh.

Barrel shuffled into the doctor's office and the door was shut. This boy was so disheartened and depressed at the moment that he did not need a straightjacket.

Freud sat in the chair across from the boy and took a few aspirin. Signs of his siblings remained in the office. "Barrel, please, tell me, what's wrong?"

A small sniffle. "I don't want to talk about it."

A small sigh. "Barrel, come now. You can tell me anything. Is it creator issues?"

"No…"

"Parental?"

"No…."

"Do you have a crush on someone?"

"No….."

"Well then, come on my boy, out with it!" A bit of shouting, apparently he was on his wit's end and in no mood for the guessing game.

"FINE!" A small choke back of tears. "It's just that….I think Jack is trying to kill me."

"Barrel, that's not true. Jack would not harm a fly. He's perfectly sane." He leaned forward in concern. The kid was calm, therefore tolerable.

"No! You don't know him like I do!" Barrel jumped up and onto the floor. "He's crazy! Crazy as a fox!"

"Barrel, calm-"

"I AM CALM!" He begins to shiver and sweat. "Are you hot? I'm hot. It is very hot in here. GAH! Turn on the AC!" He leaped behind the couch and poked his head over the back. "Make it coooooold." His voice was thin and hissy and his eyes darted around the room.

"Look here, Barrel, you need to-"

"He's crazy!" Barrel pointed towards the door.

"Jack is perfectly sane, and he possesses absolutely no capacity for homicide."

SUDDENLY! A shrill cry is heard from behind the door, then the sound of a body falling to the ground. Freud and Barrel leap up and look outside. They find Miss Hilling on the ground, dead. A few feet away from her……..Jack Skellington. Covered with the stench of death.

"I TOLD YOU FREUD!"

To be continued at the author's will.