Author's Note:

Well, I guess I'm destined to continue this fic. I've seen Nightmare in 3D twice and I recently met Pual Rubens/Pee-Wee/Lock at a horror movie convention... so heres the new chapter. Hot off the presses. Merow!

Lock walked into the snow covered wonderland. He had been there before but he was always taken aback by the cold and bright colors. He walked down into the town, his mask scaring some of the elves and penguins that were running about and having snowball fights. When he reached Santa's door he knocked lightly.

The big man himself opened the door. "Isn't it a bit late for trick-or-treating?"

Lock took off his mask and wiped the snow off of it as he spoke. "I'm not tricking or treating Santa. I uh… have something to ask you."

"Well, come inside then." Santa said and moved to let the boy pass. "I'll go get some milk and cookies. You can sit by the fire and warm up for a bit." The jolly fat man gestured to the living room.

Lock nodded and then took a chair near the fire. He watched the flames flicker and wondered how Santa had trusted him so easily. He assumed it was because Jack had adopted him. People called him 'Jack's boy' now, that got a lot more respect than 'Boogie's Boy'. Barrel was 'Sally's Boy' which made a lot of sense because he was always following her around when he could and he'd run crying to her when things went wrong. Shock, she was the only one that people considered to be a real child of the Pumpkin King, and rightfully so. She was the caramel apple of Jack's eye. Ever since Jack and Sally had become the trick-or-treater's guardians Shock had been 'Jack's Daughter'… Shock…

"What is it you wanted to ask me, Lock?" Santa startled the devil out of his thought. He placed a plate of homemade cookies on the table and took the chair across from Lock.

Lock's tail swished back and fourth nervously. "Well… You know what all the people in the world wish for right? I was wondering if you could tell me pick out a present for someone…"

"Hmmm, I suppose I could help you with that. You are on the good list this year." Santa said with a sly smile.

Lock looked up "I'm on the good list?!"

Santa nodded and picked up a scroll from the table next to him. "I almost scratched your name off after that spider incident but decided that you and your friends really did try to be good this year. Especially that Barrel… Shock could use some work though…"

"She's who I wanted to ask about." Lock said, reminded by Santa's mumblings. "It's our Deathday today and I don't know what to give her as a present. I want it to be something she really really wants. It has to be the best gift ever. She's turning 16 and I feel bad because she won't have a sweet sixteen party… So, if you could tell me what she wants I won't even ask anything for Christmas."

Father Christmas smiled and Lock noticed an odd twinkle in his eye. "That's very noble of you, to give up your Christmas present for Shock." Santa got up and started to walk toward the door labels 'Santa's Office'. "Come with me."

Lock got up and followed Santa. The room was cluttered and there was a strange machine with paper running through it. Upon observation, Lock saw that it was the list. In tiny neat print were the names of all the children of the world and exactly what they wanted for Christmas. "Woah…"

Santa chuckled and he did indeed shake like a bowl of jelly. "The list." He said and walked up to it. He pressed a few buttons on the type writer like key board and the paper zoomed through the machine, transferring from scroll to scroll and reel to reel. "Ah ha! Here we go…"

Back in Halloween Town

"I told him to be here by seven." Sock fumed as she paced the floor. "Where IS he?!"

"Just wait a little longer, my dear." Jack said as he put a boney hand on the witch's small shoulder. "I'm sure Lock will show up soon. I know it isn't one of your strong points but patience is a virtue."

"I'm tired of waiting, Jack!" She complained and stomped her foot. "I've been sitting here and waiting for an hour. Sally made his favorite stew for dinner and he isn't here. It'll ruin! He's such a spider brained little goblin face!" Shock stomped her foot.

"Now, Now, Shock. There will be no sad faces on your Death Day." Lock said and patted her on the cheek in a signal to smile. Shock half smiled half scowled. "Good, now why don't we go back into the sitting room with Barrel and Sally to play another board game?"

Shock looked through the arched door way at the burning fire and the Ragdoll sitting in the big red arm chair, playing idly with the hair of the youngest trickster who sat at her knee. She knew that Jack should be sitting in the other chair with her on the arm. She also knew that Lock should be sitting on the rug near the fire, whispering jokes to her as Jack talked about his plans for next Halloween. "I'm going to go find him."

"No you're not, young lady." Jack said with a scary, deep voice.

"Yes I am!" Shock said and walked over to the door. Her hand turned the knob and she looked back at the pumpkin king "I'm sorry, but I'm not a little girl anymore. I can make my own decisions and I've decided not to wait for him any longer, Jack."

The skeleton sighed, this wasn't going to be easy, he couldn't scare her into listening. "Fine, but it looks like rain." He grabbed a jacket from the coat rack "Take this and bundle up."

Shock hugged Jack with a smile that said it all. "I'll hurry back. Then we can look over some of those blue prints, ok?" She released him from the hug and then ran out the door. "I'll be back soon, Jack!"

"Daughters…" Jack said with a sigh. "I just can't say no when she smiles like that…" He walked with slumped shoulders back into the sitting room and was greeted with a barrage of questions from his wife and adopted son.

Back in Christmas Town…

"You sure that's what she wants, Sandy Claws?" Lock asked skeptically.

"The list never lies." The wise old man reassured. "Now, I suggest you go looking for one of those in one of the other holidays."

"What holiday would have something like that?" the boy looked appalled. "Wait… I remember! I saw one of those once!" He started toward the door and then looked over at Santa. "Thank you!" He ran up and gave him a hug and then ran out the door into the snow.

"Jack sure has his hands full…" the jolly old elf sighed. "But deep down that Lock's a good boy… He sure can eat cookies though…"