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Chapter 2 What the Note says

Or "Touch that amplifier and you're dead, Barrel!"

Owen Skellington walked home. Out of sheer curiosity, he took a peek at the note. "Dear Mayor, Okay! We're back and all that riot. Please, we've grown up. Tell Jack that we're retiring. We got a whole buncha stuff that we need to do. I mean, we're teenagers! What're we s'posed to do? We have homework, love issues, and now we need to look into our pasts. Plus, we got suitable replacements. Sincerely, Lock. PS. Sorry if Shock and Barrel couldn't sign this. I bet they'd agree."

"Ok," Owen said. He stuffed the letter in his shirt pocket and kept walking.

Meanwhile, in Lock, Shock, and Barrel's Treehouse, Shock sat at her desk. An immense old-looking book lay in front of her. "Hmm," she said, gazing at the text. "Add powdered root of nightshade to a pint of elderberry juice. Add a few cherry blossom petals and then leave sit overnight. Ahh, instant love potion!" Suddenly, she heard what to her ears sounded like someone beating up a cat. "ROBERT EZEKIEL ELDERBERRY! STOP THAT INFERNAL RACKET!"

"Sis," Barrel said. "I got an idea for a new song! My band is completely starved of ideas!"

"Well, little brother!" Shock sneered. "You can write your songs later! I'm studying!" She sighed. "I can't believe I'm related to you!"

"C'mon, sis!" Barrel said. "Mom gave birth to me eighteen months after you were born!"

"And then both of us were kidnapped by Oogie Boogie, we had mind control devices implanted under our skin, and then we served that bag of filth for most of our childhood!" Shock replied. "Ahh, I'm glad I got that off my chest."

"Wait a minute!" Barrel said. "You never called Oogie 'Bag of filth'! Where'd ya learn that?"

Shock pointed to a notebook with a label reading "OUR PAST". "Why don't you take a look, Barrel?"

"OK!" Barrel said. He picked the notebook up and walked to his bedroom.

Meanwhile, Little Owen Skellington was walking. "Hey," a voice said. "Ain't you Jack's Son?"

"I am, sir," Owen said. He turned around to face the Harlequin Demon. "My dad needs your help. Sandy's sick and he needs the townspeople's help!"

"Oh, I can help!" Harlequin said. "I better tell the others."

"One more thing!" Owen said. "If you see the mayor, give him this note!"

Next Chapter? Barrel finds out more about his friends' past. Shock sends bits of Lock and Barrel's DNA to a pen pal for analysis. And the evil Iggie Boogie shows his face.