It is another fine Saturday in the recurrently chaotic Loud House. With the folks away, the Loud children enjoy a watch of their favorite reality cupcake contest show from their TV box. Lily is luckily sleeping in her room. So, the siblings grab the opportunity to munch on some popcorn, slouch on every comfortable area in the living room and multitask on watching and using their phone.
With a sigh of relaxation, Lincoln utters, "This is the life. Saturday's here. Homework's done. No worries." He then walks to kitchen with a Slusho drink on his hand.
But amidst the wonderful, relaxing Saturday, his ears receive a familiar tune. It is cheery. It is nostalgic. It is a sound that came from not too long ago.
He moves around the kitchen to recognize tune, until he walks away from the dining room and stops by the staircase. It is louder from there. The tune comes from upstairs.
Lincoln cannot help but feel uneasy. Maybe it is the unyielding hook of the tune or the sense that he hears it from thin air. Whatever it is, he alerts his sisters. "Guys, did you hear that? That sound, it's familiar. Guys!"
But the girls are not able to hear his pleas. Lori and Leni have their ears covered with earphones while watching from their phone. Luna is listening to her own beats. And so as Luan, Lynn, Lucy and Lisa. The twins meanwhile set the volume as high as at a 90 level, so they are easily hooked to the screen.
So, Lincoln takes matters to his own hands. "That's it!" He swipes the TV remote on top of the table and switches off the TV. This is sufficient to catch the attention of the girls.
"LINCOLN!"
"What's the big deal?! We're about to see Ramsey's recipe!" Lola scolds him.
"Come on Lincoln! What's the big whoop?! We're watching!" Lynn reproaches her brother.
But he snaps back, "While you were listening to your phone?"
Lynn recognizes her mistake, but gives this excuse, "What? It's what I do to get through that boring nature documentary at school."
"Literally Lincoln, what gives?!" Lori complains.
"I am trying to tell you. The sound!"
"Sound? What sound?" Lola replies.
"White noise is what occupies my surroundings now," Lucy implies.
"I have to agree, apart from the fact that our vocal components are what was currently perceived right now," Lisa insinuates.
"Just everybody, take off all your ear sets so you'll know what I'm talking about."
The girls reluctantly do so. But they don't hear anything out of the ordinary.
"Seriously, dude, what sound are you talking about?" Luna asks.
"Maybe it's the sound of your voice he is talking about," Leni assumes, which made Luna raise an eyebrow.
"Probably you're hearing things Lincoln," Luan responds. "Your mind might not have been that sound. Hehehe. Get it?" Again with the out-of-place joke, Lincoln frowns upon it.
"Lincoln, it must have been your imagination. You're just hearing things, okay?" Pretty much everyone is doubtful on Lincoln's perception of that "sound".
But Lana responds otherwise, as she crouches to the floor while hugging her knees.
"Lana, stop acting like a toy puppy and get over with!" Lola scolds her.
"Can't. Remove. Song. Out of. My Head!" Lana stutters in fear.
Now everybody's concerns fall into place.
"I hear it too," Lynn utters. "I feel it coming back."
"Me too," Luna reports.
"I received it too," Lucy says. At this point, all of the siblings hear the same tune that Lincoln heard in the first place. And it keeps playing in their heads.
"Could it be?" Lori asks.
With that, the siblings disperse around the first floor level of their house to get a clearer perception. But each spots an otherworldly encounter in their household. Lori notices the cabinet doors in the kitchen open. Leni sees the tablecloth from their living room pulled down, along with the flower vase. Luna steps on gooey fluid from the door carpet. Luan spots the door opened to her parents' room. Lynn sees the basement light flicker twice. Lucy feels a rather, chilly wind that nearly blew her away. Lola witnesses the car alarm to the van activated once. Lana discovers tracks that lead to one of the windows, giving the illusion that some creature escaped to the window. Lisa receives a confirmation of an ethereal presence from tracking the heat signatures within the household. But altogether, they hear that beguiling tune.
The point where it gets louder is where Lincoln last stopped: near the staircase. The Loud children huddle up on that spot. And from there, the tune becomes clear but ominous:
Cheer up baby. Don't you cry.
No more tears. It's cheer up time.
Laugh with me and we will be happy, happy, happy
"Could it be?" Leni confides.
"It can't be. We saw Fenton got crushed in the curb," Lynn implies.
"I don't know for sure," Lincoln jitters.
Suddenly, they hear the innocent titter from their infant sister. "Hahhhhh!" they gasp.
"Lily must have Fenton, but why?" Lana assumes.
"That's ridiculous," Lola replies, "It's not like it can supernaturally appear out of nowhere. Could it?"
"Scientifically improbable, you halfwits," Lisa responds to them. Timely enough as the lights flicker around them, making the tremble in fear.
But the song keeps playing, and Lily keeps giggling.
"This ain't good. I can't even tell a joke on this," Luan expresses her fear.
"Okay, let's just check her out, slowly but surely," Lincoln suggests, to which his sisters fearfully agree.
Little step by little step, the siblings proceed to Lily's room. Some of them encounter the same obstacles previously. Luna steps on gooey fluid from the door carpet. Lynn looks behind to see the bathroom light flicker twice. Lucy feels a rather, chilly wind that nearly blew her away. Lana uncovers dirt on the floor. And Lisa receives a signal from her scanner, indicating an ethereal presence inside the room.
"There's another creature in there," Lisa confirms.
It sends shivers down their spine, thinking what threat could be in Lily's room. But one thing is for sure to them that they must do, even though it will be scary: Lily must be saved.
"Well, we have to check it out," Lincoln says.
"You go first Lincoln," Lori pleads.
"What? No! We all go in," he convinces her and the rest. "We are her siblings. We need to protect her."
Feeling that realization, Lori sighs. "Okay. You're right."
"Together now!" At his word, the siblings simultaneously grab one part of the door knob and open the door to see the room in neat shape.
"What the? I'd expect a messy room that was messed up," Lynn shares.
"It didn't seem the ominous threat like a while ago," Lucy adds.
And just to cap off their suspicions, they see Lily hugging her blanket and about to fall asleep.
"Awwww…" the siblings react.
"Well, it's literally nothing bad," Lori says.
"Yeah, I thought we really heard that song," Lola adds.
"We must be hearing things," Lincoln concludes.
"We might as well put all that to sleep, along with Lily," Luan quips, "Get it?"
After that, the siblings place their baby sister to rest on her crib.
"That should do the trick," Luna acknowledges.
"Well, we might have seen things, but at least Lily is safe," Lincoln concedes. "Nothing can top that."
Abruptly, the door shuts, locking the siblings in the room.
Lana and Lynn try to budge, to no avail.
"It's stuck!" Lynn alerts.
"Oh no! I can't get us out!" Lana admits, "I left my screw driver outside."
But just as the siblings try to figure out a way out, the song plays again:
Cheer up baby. Don't you cry.
No more tears. It's cheer up time.
Laugh with me and we will be happy, happy, happy
The children turn their heads. The sound is traced to the window, where they see none other than the innocent doll, Fenton the Feel Better Fox, doing its happy song-and-dance.
Cheer up baby. Don't you cry.
No more tears. It's cheer up time.
Laugh with me and we will be happy, happy, happy
"Quiet, you animal!" Lola squeals. And in a hysteric motion, she charges for the doll.
However, piles of goo suddenly lands on her face. "Ewww! What is this?!"
The siblings retrieve her. But as they see a path of dripping fluid, they move backwards near Lily's crib. Lisa can sense the presence of a creature from spotting four towering pillars that are insect-like and hirsute. If that is not enough, a gigantic limb in the room crushes Fenton to bits again. And a roar trembles from the darkest part of the ceiling.
All of the children quiver in fear, not knowing what to do and learning that they are at the belly of beast that has finally drawn his prey into his trap. They huddle, wrapping themselves together in protection.
A minute goes by without a sound but the cries of fear from the Loud children.
A faint silence goes by. And almost, each of their nerves eases down.
But from the thinnest air, the beast roars from above behind them. Its dark eyes, fang-like teeth, amphibian-like feature and predatory presence sends the children at their fullest screams, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
As it turns out, the entire thing is a story pitch by Rita, rehearsing it to Clyde. "So what you think? I already told the kids about this. And they were thrilled. What do you think?"
Needless to say, Clyde shivers in fear. "I say…" he ends his statement with a nervous nod.
Later on, Rita is convinced to sell her story to the publishers. But they tell her to transform the story into a movie script. She agrees. But the resulting script hasn't been made into a movie. Until Jeffrey Jacob, a big Hollywood producer, purchases the script.
And the resulting movie was this: 11 Cloverfield Children.