It was a chilly autumn night and all the ghouls were bustling about in Halloween Town, cackling and screeching and spooking each other like any other night in such a scary village.

The only quiet there really was came from the Three Gremlin's treehouse, Lock, Shock, and Barrel. Lock was currently laying in his bed, his cooler on and making the room cold enough to hang raw meat, perfect temperature for him to relax at.