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"Ax?"
"Check."
"Swords?"
"Check."
"Poison?"
"Check."
"Tar?"
"Check."
"Fog Juice?"
"We know what's in the Tub Shock. We loaded it. You, me and Barrel all loaded it. We don't have to go through everything again."
"But we have to be prepared. We always have to be prepared. We don't want to have anything go wrong."
"Nothing ever goes wrong!"
Shock stabs Lock in the side with a pointy piece of coal she had been writing with.
"Go get some more Worm's Wart. NOW."
Lock grumbles but goes to get the Worm's Wart from his hiding place. Worm's Wort is very flammable when properly prepared.
He opens his trap door and sees a very familiar place.
ARGH!!! NOT AGAIN!!!
Lock slams his trap door back down, then counts to ten and lifts it a teeny bit.
It's still there.
Lock slams the trap door again, glares at it, and sits to contemplate his next move.
He had told his sister and brother he wanted to go back, but he really didn't.
Or did he? He had had fun burning the tutu.
And he figured they could be better prepared this time. They had all their stuff and they knew what was coming. So maybe...
"SHOCK! BARREL! BRING TUB IN HERE!"