"Good morning, Goood morning to everyone in Royal Woods! I'm your crazy host, Bobby Grinns of the Bobby Grinns Morning Show!" announced the eccentric radio host.
A young African American boy of the age of 11 slowly opened his eyes to his medium-sized room. His amber eyes grazed across the room, slowly taking in every detail of his personal belongings.
With a groan, he flipped his comforter off of his body and planted his feet on the carpet floor. He made his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. The boy scratched his medium length dreadlocks, "Man, I need to visit Leni again. These dreads are going out of wack," he noted, his voice slowly creeping towards the tenor range because good old puberty.
After freshing up, he proceeded to the dining room/kitchen to make some breakfast. On the refrigerator, there was a note for him from his father. "Dear T.K., I'm sorry I couldn't be there to greet ya. I was called by a friend of mine to haul some things to Detriot, so I will be gone for a few days. Before I forget, I brought some breakfast from WHOP so that you won't have to cook. Love you son, and have a great Spring Break. You deserve some R&R. Sincerely Dad," he read.
He walked over to the microwave and took out his food. It contain a ham and cheese omelet, bacon, and pancakes. T.K. smiled at the fact that his father may never be around, but he still loves him and cares for him when he least expected.
After eating, T.K. goes to his room to get dressed. He wore his usual attire: Navy tank top, white sweatpants, navy skate shoes with attachable wheels on the soles, and a navy headband. Being dressed, he grabbed his MP3, his headphones, his skateboard, and his keychain. He rushed out the house, stopping to lock the door. With that deed done, he hopped on his skateboard and headed on his way.
30 minutes later, he reached his destination, the Loud House. Prior to moving to R.W., T.K. and his father heard rumors about the infamous family. It ranged from pool mishaps, street fighting-esque fights, and overall ultra-high sound levels. T.K. and his fathet chalked up the children as just being kids. Although, Mr. Mutombo made a silent prayer to the Loud parents for dealing with nearly a dozen kids.
T.K. walked up to the porch and knocked on the door. There was a wait as the door was opened by Lori, the eldest of Loud kids. She and T.K. do get along, but they would crack on each other with jokes. "Hmph, if it isn't little Kelli. Here for another hair appointment with Leni?" Lori smugly asked, knowing that saying his middle name annoys him.
T.K. gave an unamused glare towards the usage of his name. "Yeah, matter of fact, I'm here for that, Madam Farts-A-Lots," T.K. snarked back. Lori's expression went from smug to embarrassment to anger seconds flat, "One, it was my shoes, and two, who told you that rumor?" "I have my sources, chica. Now scoot, I need to see your sis," T.K. ordered, shooing her away with his hand. "Ugh, fine. She's in the living room if you're wondering," Lori informed, moving out of way. T.K. entered the house and founded the perky Loud on the couch watching a reality show. "No way Natasha, you could do so much better than Alejandro," Leni murmured, tossing some popcorn into her mouth.
"Uh, Leni? I need your expertise, ASAP," T.K. asked. Leni turned her head, "What was that, you need an expert on sap? That's a weird request, T." "Heh, heh. No chica, can you redo my dreads?" T.K. chuckled, taking off his headband and unleashing his sinful fluff of a hairstyle to Leni.
Leni gasped, "Oh my gosh, 'K! What happened to your hair?!" "Welp, it turns out I'm long over due for a checkup," T.K. stated, swooshing his mop of hair around. "This is totes a code bedhead. Lori, I need your help on this," Leni ordered, dragging T.K. up to their room. "Fine, I've got nothing to do anyway. Bobby's on vacation, and he has no reception where he's at," Lori groaned, trudging upstairs to help out.
"So, 'K. Anyone you like at school?" Leni asked, drowning T.K.'s hair in a small tub. "Uhhhhh, why?" T.K. pried, confused about her question. "Jussst curious, that's all," Leni sang, combing all of T.K.'s clumps out of his hair. "Would you just spit it out already? It isn't like that this conversation is going to leave this room," Lori snapped, becoming impatient from T.K.'s stalling. "Alright alright, sheesh. Krystal, her name is Krystal. Hazel eyes, long black wavy hair, and an accent that'll make the coldest brothas go on cloud nine," T.K. noted, feeling giddy about the girl in question. Leni gushed from T.K.'s explanation; she thought it was so adorable that a young boy is crushing on a girl. It was like good ole puppy love. Lori also thought it was cute, and was relieved that the crush didn't involved her.
Two hours later, Leni was finished. "All done, 'K. Hope you'll like the new changes," Leni announced. T.K. checked himself in the mirror; some of his dreads was wrapped in two large buns while the rest hanged low. To wrap up this ensemble, two large bows decorated his buns.
"Ok, I liked the new hairstyle, but did you really had to put the bows on 'em?" T.K. questioned. "But you look sooo cute," Leni complimented. "Yeah, the bows really syncs with your tough guy act," Lori added, milking everything out of this.
T.K.'s face was burning red in embarrassment, "Ya know what, I don't need this from you, blondie. Leni, where's Lincoln?" "He should be in the basement with Clyde," She answered. "Thank you. Bye," T.K. said, leaving the room. "Blondie? Is that the best he could come up with?" Lori asked. "No. What about Madam Farts-A-Lot?" Leni answered. "Were you eavesdropping onto our conversation?" Lori pried. Leni took a confused look, "Eavesdropping?" "Nevermind, I'm going out," Lori said.
T.K. walked down the hallway, approaching the stairs. Before he could descent, the twins' room opened and the kids in question rolled out, fighting each other. "You doody-head! You cutted Princess Bella's hair off," Lola shouted, slapping Lana everywhere.
"I'm the doody-head!? She needed a haircut," Lana retorted, defending herself from Lola's slap barrage. "Time for an intervention. Aye, aye you two break it up. Break it up. What's going on?" T.K. inquired, pulling Lola off of Lana. "She made Bella bald!" Lola accused. "Bella-who-now?" T.K. questioned. "Her stupid princess dollie. Heh, heh. Nice bows, T.K.," Lana giggled, taking in T.K.'s appearance. "STUPID!?" Lola screeched, giving her a second wind to thrash Lana.
T.K. winced from the girl's yelling, "Two things: One, chill out, and two, it was Leni's idea. Now Lana what do you cherish the most?" "My mud pies, but I don't see how that's so important, 'K?" Lana stated.
"I'm not finished, chica. Wouldn't be messed up if Lo here destroyed that one perfect mud pie that you worked so hard on for how ever long? Just like how you messed up Lo's doll." T.K. explained. Lana thought hard about this before realizing what she done. "I'd never thought about it that way. Lola, I'm sorry for makin' Bella bald," Lana meekly apologized, looking down on the ground. T.K. looked towards Lola, "Is you calm now?" Lola nodded her head.
"Alright then. Go on," T.K. instructed, releasing her from his grip. She walked to Lana and stared at her. Lana became scared from the constant staring that her little sister was doing. Before she knew it, Lola engulfed her in a big hug, "Apology accepted." "Yes, synchronization wins. I'm so awesome," T.K. thought, gloating internally at his success.
The twins released themselves from their hug. "So you wanna watch some cartoons?" Lola asked. "You've read my mind," Lana stated. "Thanks, T.K.!" The twins exclaimed, heading downstairs.
"Ha, you see! Lincoln ain't the only one that solves problems 'round here! T.K. shouted to no one. "Yeah, but he doesn't make bows look good as you do!" Lola shouted. "Ha, ha. Good one, sis," Lana laughed. T.K. froze with embarrassment before finally saying something, "Bruh, seriously?