There an error sound from the video game, indicating that boys failed to beat the final boss, "FAILURE!" "Ah, man. It took us two hours to get to him," Lincoln complained. "Yeah, no kidding. T.K., why is your hair like that?" Clyde inquired. "Oh this? Leni did for me this morning. What do ya think?" T.K. asked, making a pose. "It looks like your trying to smuggle two large tarantulas on your head," Lincoln compared. The two boys laughed after that little shot. T.K. wasn't amused, "Ha...ha...ha. Funny. Scoot, Old Man Loud. I'm going to school you," T.K. threatened, grabbing another controller.
After that, T.K. was true to his word. He ended up 10-0 after an hour an a half of playing. "Man, 'K, how did you get so good?" Lincoln asked. T.K smirked. "Ha ha, young grasshopper. Ancient African secret." "Young? T.K., we're the same age," Lincoln deadpanned.
Lynn rushed down to where the boys were at with an excited look on her face. "Hey, guys! Papa Wheelie and the others are going to the bike park. Wanna come with us?" Lynn asked. "I'm down," Lincoln piped, dashing towards his room to get his helmet. "What about you two?" Lynn pried.
"I would but my dads took the bike for an all day riding session," Clyde responded. "No worries, bruh. Wait for me while go get my cruiser; you can just ride with me. But be warned, I do go fast." T.K. informed. Clyde's expression brightened, "Thanks, T.K.," "No prob. Lynn, you and the others go on to the park. I'll go home, get my bike, come back to get Clyde, and come up to the park," T.K. instructed. "Alright, T. See you and Clyde later," Lynn called.
A half hour later, the kids were having a blast at the park. Doing tricks, pulling pranks, and simply riding. They decide to go get ice cream, and reminisce all the punishments they gotten over the years. "Once my mom found out that it was me, she confiscated all my stuff. She made me do chores to earn everything back; it took me two months," Papa Wheelie narrated.
"So your Mama basicially made a store out your stuff. Heavy, man," T.K. laughed along with the others. Papa Wheelie's face shone red with embarrassment, "Oh yeah, Lowryder? You have a better story?" "As of matter of fact, I do," T.K. chimed, finishing off his Kodiak bar. "Alright, boys and girl. When I used to get in trouble, my dad made go get a switch," T.K. explained.
"Uh, Lowryder? What's a switch?" Rusty Spokes asked. "Basically a long, thick stick you have go get when your parents don't feel like finding a belt," T.K. informed. "Anywho, I decided to smarten up and grab thinner switches. I thought my dad never caught on until one day, he knew all along. He waited until I grabbed enough switches to make one, giant super switch," T.K. narrated.
After T.K. said that, a police car came roaring by, sirens blaring. "Huh. I wonder what happened?" Flat Tire pondered, watching the cop car disappeared around the corner. "Yeah, that cop car is heading over the general direction that Link and I lived in," Lynn informed. "Odd. Long story short, my Pops made hard for your boy to sit for a while," T.K. finished, slapping his butt for comedic effect.
The others laughed at that playful display. After the laughter dies down, Clyde checked his watch, "Oh my gosh! It's almost six. My parents is probably at home getting ready for dinner! T.K., can you take me home?" "I got chu, fam. Say, Link can I eat over your house?" T.K. asked. "Sure, T. I just have to tell Mom and Dad about it." Lincoln explained. Lynn nodded, "Yeah, I'm sure they won't mind about it, 'K." "Awesome! Alright, Clyde. Let's roll," T.K. instructed.
The sun had set past the tree as T.K. approached the Loud house. In the dark infused distance, he could make out another car behind Vanzilla. It was black and white, and it had red and blue strobe lights. "It that the same fed from earlier?" T.K. pondered to himself, setting his bike down.
As he planted his on the porch step, the door opened to Mr. and Mrs. Loud, and a police officer. "As soon as he gets here officer, we'll let hin know," Mr. Loud promised. "He's not going to like it. Not one bit," Mrs. Loud warned, turning her head to T.K.
The officer followed her eyes and found the boy in question. "Son. Are you Terrence Kelli Mutombo?" The officer inquired. T.K. nodded his head. "Yes, sir. But I go by T.K. The middle name irks me," T.K. informs. "Fair enough. Son, I'm afraid that have some tragic news for you," The officer spoke. "What do you mean? Am I in trouble?" T.K. pried nervously. "No, sweetie. It's nothing like that. Just come in and he'll explain everything," Mrs. Loud told him, parting the way for him. "Ok," T.K. sighed, entering the house.
On his peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of Lincoln and the girls snooping at the top of the stairs; however he paid no attention to that. He proceeded to the couch and hopped on it. "T.K., there's no other way to explain this, so I'm going to cut to the chase. At 5:15, your father, Bruce, was gunned down and killed by an unknown teenager in Detroit," The cop retained from memory.
It was a punch to the face and gut simultaneously to T.K. "WHAT!? Why would anyone would shoot someone in broad daylight? This gotta to be a joke," T.K. retorted in denial. It pained to Mr. and Mrs. Loud to see T.K. like this. "T.K., this cop is not joking. Your father's dead, it even showed up on the news earlier tonight," Mr. Loud proved the cop's story.
T.K. began to become teary-eyed, "Please, let this be a nightmare that I can wake up from," "The bullet hit him in the heart. He died before help could get there to save him. Again, I'm sorry son," The cop griefed, putting his hand on T.K.'s shoulder.
"SORRY!? Say that to my father, who is pushin' up daisies as we speak!" T.K. roared, brushing off the cop's hand. He then hopped off the couch and sprinted to the door. "T.K., wait! Don't leave! Please, let us help you," Lincoln pleaded, racing downstairs to stop him. He was too late as T.K. rushed out the door, "Leave me alone, bruh!"
T.K. pedaled his griefing heart out across town and into the forest. He trekked through the forest to his secret spot. He tossed down his bike and stomped back and forth, muttering like a mad man. He began punching everything in sight, ranging from the ground, trees, rocks, and the little pond that he was near by.
He punched and punched until his hands was raw. Exhausted, he dropped to his knees and let out a primal scream of anger, sadness, and helplessness. The poor boy formed a fetal position and cried into his knees.
"Come on, girls. T should be this way," Lincoln ordered, following the fresh bike tracks on the ground. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," A scream bellowed, causing him and the girls to huddled together. "What was that?! Was that a bear," Leni shouted. Lisa rolled her eyes, "Negative, that scream was 100% homo saipen." "She's right, dudes. The scream sounded deep too, which means little T is that way," Luna concluded, pointing ahead of the group.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's find 'em!" Lana exclaimed. The kids charged ahead, deeper in the woods. "I hate the woods at night. It's too dark and scary," Lola whined, shining her flashlight ahead cautiously. "Aw, that's too bad, sis. That's how the boogeyman hunts little kids like you," Lana teased, scaring her sis. Lola pushed her,"Quit it, Lana!" "You quit it," Lana repeated, pushing her back.
Lincoln stood in between the two girls, "Both of you, stop it now! You don't want T.K. to hear you," Lincoln warned. "Sorry, Lincoln," The twins apologized. Lynn heard crying in the distance, "You guys hear crying?" "Yeah, I see something too. It must be T.K.," Lori pointed out. "Ok, girls. We need to approach this calmly. T.K. isn't coping so hot with this," Lincoln instructed. They nodded their heads. The group advanced onward to the secret spot and found T.K.
"Whoa. I've never heard about this spot before," Luna whispered. "Yeah, and check out the pond. It makes one stop and pond-er about any other forest secrets. Ha ha, get it?" Luan giggled. The others groaned in response. "Really?" Lisa deadpanned. "Just trying to make light of the situation," Luan responded, shrugging her shoulders.
T.K. noticed the collective groans and turned his head towards the group. There was an awkward silence as the Louds took in T.K.'s dismayed appearance. They were so used to T.K's bold personality that it was heartbreaking to see him like this. Lincoln stepped in front, "Hold my flashlight. I'm going in," Lincoln stated, as Lana took the flashlight.
Lincoln walked towards T.K. He was afraid that T.K. would try anything, but he just stared. The closer he got, the longer he stared. Finally, after an eternity, Lincoln hugged him and never let go. T.K. broke down once again as the girls proceeded towards him to add on the hugs.
After 10 minutes, they broke the group hug. "You want to spend the night with us?" Lincoln asked. T.K. nodded his head, "Yeah," All kids traveled the long walk home. T.K. may lost his father, but he know that there's a family right by his side on every step of the way.
