Bees and the Louds actually have one thing in common if one thought about it very, very hard. Activity. Between the two, the hive or house would be buzzing with lively activity; however, the house of Louds wasn't alive as it should usually be. Now, it hasn't anything drastic to do with like a death of a family member or a fashion travesty (in Leni's case). It was about school, more specifically: grades. The Loud kids were average students, some performing more than others. They all knew that their parents will figuratively or possibly kill them if either mother and/or father catch them slacking. Thankfully, it wasn't any of the girls and boy who were facing the two headed parental beast buuuut a certain dreadhead has been goofing off where he SHOULD be takin' care of biznez. T.K. was sitting square in the middle of the couch after Rita told him to wait for her and Sr. Inside, T.K. has been dreading this day as it is report card day and he thought that the teachers would give out report card at the end of the day; this would give him the chance to 'accidentally' lose his report card and make up an tall tale to Rita and Sr. What he didn't count on is that the Royal Woods Independent School District mails out the report cards instead of letting students take them home. Probably to tackle the problematic students losing the report cards on purpose.
Imagine the pure shock and eventual horror on T.K.'s face when Sr. singled him out and demanded him to sit down on the couch while he and Rita talk to him. Everyone else were free to do their own thing but they decided snoop around and wait by the stairs as they always do. Finally, the two parents returned with Sr. having his arms folded behind his back and Rita holding a brochure. This caught T.K.'s eye as he spotted a camo pattern on the backside. Anxiety began to build up as he smiled nervously. They can't be seriously considering what he think that they are considering...are they? "Uh, Mama Loud, what BE-autiful eye shadow that you have on! It contrasts sensationally with your eyes oh so well! Papa Loud! Have you been losin' weight?! That ole potbelly has shrunken down quite considerably! And you ha-"
"Cut it out, Terrence!" Both Rita and Sr. barked, glaring the boy down.
T.K. actually shrank down in his seat from the glares, "Sorry." Sr. whipped out T.K.'s report card and another piece of paper, which cause T.K.'s skin to actually pale like a ghost...or Lucy.
"Mind explaining this to us?" Sr. interrogated sharply, slowly waving the paper back and forth.
"...W-Well, that's my report card for instance. I don't know about the other paper though," T.K. answered honestly, shaking his head.
"Ok, then let me explain it to you simply: Mrs. Johnson has wrote to us that you have been failing your last two grading periods and your in danger of flunking the school year!" Rita snapped, gesturing angrily towards paper in the air for empathsis.
"T.K., how could you let your grades slip like this?! Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Sr. pried, rubbing his fore head to calm down.
T.K. sighed as he rubbed his arms nervously. "Nothing. Nothing really." He would go on a rant about how boring school really is, and he would actually drop out but this is not the time because Rita and Sr. are already pissed enough.
"Well, it better change quickly or..." Rita began ominously, handing the brochure to the dreadhead. Finally, his curiosity can be quelled. Taking the brochure and opening it, T.K.'s heart sank to the depths of his butt as two particular words stood out like a target in the snow ridden fields.
"Mi-mi-mi-mil," T.K. stammered, gulping down a sudden wad within his throat. The poor boy could feel chest pains erupting in his body.
"Military school. Specifically, Major Murder's Merciless Military Academy. If you fail this final six weeks, then Rita and I have no choice but to send you there for the summer," Sr. revealed firmly. Audible gasps can be heard from the staircase but the three didn't pay no mind to it.
Rita closed her eyes and shook her head, "I'm sorry, hun but you left us with no choice. You need take school seriously!" Her words fell on deaf eyes as everything slowly went silent in T.K.'s ears. No more staying up past sunrise, no more veggin' out on the couch, and he knows for a DAMN fact that the second that he makes a step inside the academy, his dreadlocks are going bye-bye. After all this has sunk in, T.K. made a T with his hands, "Time out." Everything stopped to a standstill as he turned his head towards the reader. "OK, y'all may wonder how things escalated to this point for yours truly? Well, it all starts about a month ago. We were nearing the end of the year and everyone is cramming down for the final test and on top of that: we also had projects due as well..."
One month ago...
"Ahhhh, nothing like an afternoon skate sesh and an afternoon breakfast burrito to soothe my troubled mind," T.K. sighed blissfully, hopping on to the top of the bench to grind it smoothly. He took a big chomp of his burrito as he hopped off, "Mmmmmm, bacon." Landing perfectly, T.K. performed a handstand manual as he finished the last of his burrito. "Oh look, I'm home." He slowed to a stop and stepped off his skateboard. Walking up to the door, he inserted his key inside of the lock. The boy opened the door successfully...to his siblings studying.
"Yo. Y'all studying?" T.K. pried, grabbing his skateboard.
"Yeah, bro. Finals are coming soon and my class has been busy getting ready for it," Luna responded, looking up from her notes.
Leni nodded, "Ours too."
"Same," Luan and Lynn added, looking up from their books.
"Our class is taking the big spelling test soon and Mrs Prim and Strict here hasn't been going easy on me," Lana sneered, jabbing a thumb towards Lola.
Lola crossed her arms and turned her head upwards, "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess it's too much for you to give a hoot about your grades!"
"Girls, not now! I'm literally trying to concentrate on finishing this model of an atom," Lori barked, slowly inching a molecule towards the atom.
The word project reminded Lincoln instantly of what T.K. should be doing instead of slacking. He looked and and pivoted his head towards T.K. as he frowned, "You know, that social studies project for Mrs. Johnson is due tomorrow. Have you even gotten started on it, T.K.?" The project was a basic biography essay that has to be up to five pages long. Lincoln, being the comic book nut that he is, wrote his project on Bill Buck. T.K. based his project Darius Z: a famed civil rights activist who had violent beliefs at first but time in prison reformed him into a more peaceful individual. The problem, the dreadhead hadn't made a solid dent in his essay. Hell, he didn't start on the title page!
"Yes, I have," T.K. lied, leaning against the couch. Lincoln squinted his eyes, not believing a word that T.K. said. He knows about T.K.'s tendencies to goof off, which every time Mrs. Johnson assigned a group project of ANY sort: Lincoln makes DAMN sure that he and Clyde doesn't get pair up with the lazy dreadhead.
"Oh, yeah? What part are you on?" Lincoln quizzed, raising an eyebrow like a hard boiled detective.
T.K. perched an elbow on the couch, mimicking Lincoln's look, "Well, officer. I'm at the part where Darius is in prison. He studied the beliefs of the Buddha, which helped him shed his violent traits and go a more...calm approach." Now, that part is true buuuuuuut T.K. didn't do any sort of research online. He retained the knowledge from a seven-hour biopic of Darius Z that he watch a long time ago. Some of the scenes just stick with ya, you know? Thankfully, Lincoln smiled at this, happy that his adoptive brother is actually taking his studies serious for once.
"Glad to hear, man! Don't let me stop you," Lincoln chirped, resuming back to his own essay. Smiling to himself, T.K. quietly slinked to his room to let the others focus.
"That... was easier than I thought. Too easy," T.K. commented suspiciously to the reader, placing his hand underneath his chin in thought. Quickly, the concerns were gone as soon as they appear as he gave an indifferent shrug, "Meh." He head down to the basement as known as his room. Clothes sprawled all over the place, drawers left open and the pungent smell of body odor that will surprise any newcomers. Tossing his backpack to his bed, T.K. hopped on his chair and rolled to his laptop. He turned it on and moved his cursor towards the file 'Essay'. The screen then showed a blank page, ready to be type. "Alright, let's get started!" T.K. grinned, cracking his fingers. He hovered his fingers over the keyboard, ready to type his tip away to complete his assignment.
He stared...and stared...and stared. Not once, he blinked at all with tongue sticking out in deep thought. Damn, he would kill at a staring contest. Looking over to his right, he saw a stray white tube sock nearly about to fall from his desk. That sock...annoyed for whatever reason like its very existence. "Why is that sock there?" T.K. grabbed it and flung it to the dirty clothes basket. "Much better." He sighed in relief as he turned and resumed his work.
As he tried to, an alarming thought came through his head. "Matter fact, this entire room is filthy. Never thought that I would be saying this but I need to clean this room!" He dashed outta his chair and looked for his vacuum cleaner, which was behind the furnace. Plugging it in, he began to vigorously to clean every square inch of his room. Hell, he stopped to get the small, itty-bitty pieces off the ground. And if that isn't enough, he went and grabbed a broom and swept the place three times just to be sure that his place is spotless.
Three hours later...
T.K. took a deep breath, inhaling the lemon scented cleaner that he used. "Ahhh, a nice, clean room should do the trick!" Dropping the broom, he went back to his chair to finally resume his essay. Again, another thought crept to his mind like an annoying mosquito thirsting for blood, "I haven't done the laundry for a while. More specifically, mine. Let's fixed that!" Crouching down, he grabbed his basket and walked over to the washing machine and dumped them in. Pouring the detergent and bleach, T.K. slammed the lid and pressed the start button. "Heck, why stopped there? Let's do everyone's! Now, where's Lori? She usually does this." Trekking upstairs, he actually found the eldest blonde coming towards his room with a huge basket.
"'Ey, Lori. Mind if I take those off ya?" T.K. inquired, stopping in front of her.
Lori raised an unconvinced eyebrow, "Ok, what do you literally want, T.K.?"
"Want what? I can't do somethin' nice for one of you? I'm not Lincoln you know."
"Well, you have a point. Besides, I'm doing Lana's, Lynn's, and Luna's laundry. It literally reeks," Lori dry heaved, holding the laundry basket away from her.
"Lana and Lynn, I can understand but Luna's clothes reek too?" T.K. jabbed a thumb towards Luna's pile.
Lori moved her eyelids halfway in a deadpan expression, "She participates in mosh pits with VERY sweaty guys."
"Ah. You sure that you don't want me to take the reins on this one? It could leave you with more time with Bobby," T.K. informed knowingly, the corners of his mouth curving upward into a small smile. Hook, line, and sinker. The little tidbit worked as Lori let out a shrill, happy gasp. The dreadhead thought that he would have to dig deeper to convince her buuut never mind.
"My one and only Boo-Boo Bear! No catch?" Lori grinned wildly.
T.K. smiled and shook his head, "Strike me down if you catch me lyin'. Now, what do ya say?"
"DEAL, here!" Lori shrieked excitedly, tossing the basket to T.K., who narrowly caught it. Shoot, if was that easy to convince her then he would have made more underhanded demands a long time ago. Want to waste no time, Lori scrambled upstairs to her prized phone, thinking of celebrating her and Bobby's twenty-six week anniversary.
Getting a good grip on the basket, T.K. went back downstairs to the basement to continue his laundry.
Four hours later...
So. Much. Muskiness! T.K. thought that he nearly died on multiple occasions while sorting through the girls' various outfits. That doesn't begin to cover Lynn's jockstraps! Oh, Lord, he thought his used boxers could clear until he caught a whiff of those weapons of mass destruction! "Well, I can sleep knowing that I done a good deed tonight. Anywho, what time is it?" T.K. questioned himself, turning to his digital clock. The time nearly made him soiled his pants: eleven thirty-five. He only had nine hours to write a five page paper. "No, nonononnonono! I procrastinated again!" Dropping to his knees, T.K. silently let out curses while pounding the ground.
As he took his anger out on the pavement, a idea crept through his mind. A rather lazy and somewhat illegal idea but it wasn't like he was in college where said idea would get him kicked out. Dashing quietly to his chair, he rolled to his desk and booted up his laptop. He opened a blank page along with the internet browser. Cracking his fingers with a determined look, the dreadhead got to work.
The easy part was finding, copying, and pasting the information. It only took him up to ten minutes to reach five pages that is full of information. Now, here comes the hard part: revising everything so that Mrs. Johnson won't catch 'em for plagiarizing. Sure, he could just left the paper at the copied information buuuuut he's barely passing with a C-. The revising process took him up to two hours and the poor boy was tired afterwards. With the assignment done, T.K quickly dropped to his bed as he tried to gain a few remaining hours of sleep left.
Seven hours later...
"Well, class, I'm happy to see that you all have done your biography project. So happy in fact that I decided to hold a pizza party after we do our final test of the year!" Mrs. Johnson announced cheerfully, causing the class to erupt into a chorus of whimsical cheers.
"Alright! You hear that guys!? Pizza!" Lincoln squealed happily, pumping his fists up and down.
Clyde nodded with a toothy grin, "You said buddy!" There celebration was cut short by a loud snore. They looked towards their left to find T.K., with baggy eyes, snoring like a overweight, middle-aged, man with tiny nostrils. "Uh, T?"
"T.K.? Wake up," Lincoln leaned over and shook him awake.
"SNORK! Huh, what!?" T.K. whined irritably, turning his head away from Lincoln. The sleepy dreadhead had bloodshot eyes and developed a pair of eye bags similar to Lincoln due to his late night essay.
"Mrs. Johnson said that she's throwing us a free pizza party! Aren't you excited?" Lincoln pried in confusion, scratching his head. That announcement would of got T.K. outta of his seat in extreme elation.
"Ah, yeah, great. Wake me when it's lunch will ya?" T.K. yawned, pulling his headband over his eyes. Lincoln and Clyde shrugged at his moody behavior as they and the other students quiet down from their joy. While T.K. was slipping in and out of consciousness, he caught glimpses of the final test that Mrs. Johnson is going to assign.
"Now, class, the final test will have a mandatory review..." She began.
One blink.
"...and some of you need all the grades that you can get..."
Another blink.
"...I will notify your parents if you don't turn in your review..."
And another.
"...over everything we did. It willl be due on..."
BRRRRRRING!
The bell rung loudly, dismissing everyone and gave T.K. a rude awakening as he fell to the ground. Shaking the sleep from his head, he grabbed his backpack and ran out of the classroom, where he forgot his copy of the test review.
Back to the present...
"Yeaaaah, long story short: I bombed the review. I guess Johnson called them while I was making my way home. Now, where were we? Ah, yeah: me gettin' chew out. Resume!" T.K. commanded to no one, time quickly starting back to normal speed.
"Now, go to your room, T.K.!" Sr. and Rita snapped in anger, pointing to the basement door. Sighing heavily, T.K. hopped off the couch and trudged off sadly to his room. Yeah, he done it now but honestly he didn't mean too. It just that school is sooooooooo freakin' boring to him. If one thought about it hard enough, it is basically memorization! He was halfway down the stairs until a series of knocks rumbled his door. Another sigh through his nose later and his was back at the top to answer. After opening the door, he was surprised that Lincoln and the girls were there with concerned looks on their faces. T.K. frowned firmly, he does not want to be bother right now. "What!?"
Luna held her hands defensively, "Whoa, dude. We're just tryin' find out what's up with you and your grades."
"Well, as you eavesdropped for the umpteenth time: no, everything is not fine," T.K. answered flatly, shutting the door only for Lincoln stop him.
"So what, are you literally giving up? That isn't like you, T.K.," Lori pointed out, leaning on the doorway.
T.K. rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I may have interest in certain stuff but school isn't one of them. DROP! IT!" He tried again to close the door but he was only able to move it a few centimeters due to the weight of eleven kids.
"Come on, man. It's not good to have that mentality. It wouldn't be the same without you graduating with me, Clyde, and the others in high school," Lincoln pleaded. Well, it would suck not being on stage with a diploma in his hands and letting his blood and adoptive family down. The thought alone is terrible to T.K. as he may be known only as the lazy dropout of Royal Woods, which would bring shame to his late father.
"You...may have a point, Snowcap, but how am I gonna pass the test? I lost my review packet and the test is in less than five days," T.K. recalled, crossing his arms with a uncertain frown.
Lola stepped forward with a smirk, "That's where I come in. I can work miracles before you can say she sells seashells by the seashore! Just ask Lori and her horrid selfies." She jabbed a thumb towards the mentioned Loud, who placed her hands on her hips and glared at the pageant powerhouse.
"Watch it, twerp," Lori hissed.
T.K has a chance to forge his F's into A's...or at least C's. With his brother and sisters at his side, he could take anything head on. Besides, what else he has to lose here? T.K. nodded, "Alright, I'm in! Now, where do we start?"
"Hold it, T. Before we begin, we gonna need something of yours," Lynn bargained, lowering her eyes halfway. Her siblings followed suit the same look. This confused T.K. Is it something of extreme or small value of him that they want or what? He scrolled through various things in his mind until the one thing that was unspeakably valuable to him buzzed his mind like a swarm of yellow jackets.
"NO! NOOOOOOPE! I refuse! I'm down for studyin' but you is NOT takin' my board!" T.K. barked madly, hopping over where his skateboard.
"Come on, Terri. It's only until after you pass," Leni reinforced, walking over to T.K. The other followed her, ready if T.K. tried anything.
The others chimed in their reassurances until T.K. lifted his palm up to silence them all. "Fine...you can have it." Satisfied, Lincoln walked forward to retriveve T.K.'s skateboard; however, as he does touch the board and tries to pull it away, T.K has a death grip on his most prized possession.
"Come on, T, let go!" Lincoln demanded, pulling away from T.K. The girls quickly helped the snow haired boy out. Either side pulled the skateboard back and forth, struggling to obtain dominance over the other. Surprisingly, T.K. has more strength than he led on. Finally realizing that this was futile, T.K. let go of his skateboard, which caused Lincoln and the girls fall on each other from the sudden release. Maybe, some time away from the board will do the dreadhead good.
"Oops, sorry, y'all," T.K. apologized, looking away in embarrassment.
Lori stood up from the pile as she dusted herself off, "Look, you literally just need to improve your time management skills. Heck, everyone has something of there own to work on." She gestured to her brother and sisters, "Lola needs to stop blackmail everyone when something doesn't goes her way."
"Tch, says you," Lola mumbled in an offended tone, crossing her arms.
"Lisa needs simplify things in a way that doesn't offend the receiving party," Lori continued.
Lisa adjusted her glasses with a crossed look, "Well, you try and dumb down the human anatomy to Lynn of all people."
"Hey!" Lynn piped up, poking her head through dogplie to glare at Lisa.
"And I need to restraint my temper whenever anyone of you are in trouble," Lori honestly explained.
T.K. waved his arm dismissively, "Alright, chica, you've made your point." He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and wore a determined glare, "Let's do this, ladies and gentleman!"
One hour later...
Lincoln and T.K. sat at the table where T.K. was practicing basic long division. "Alright, Joey has one hundred twenty-nine apples and has to give an equal amount to twelve people each. How many apples does he have to give evenly?"
"Ugggggh! Why does he have sooooo many apples to begin with?" T.K. questioned in confusion.
Lincoln shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, dude. Now, one hundred twenty-nine apples, twelve people. How would each person get their apples?"
"How should I know, cuz!? How long do I have do this!? My beloved board is calling to me with its sinful sirens!" T.K. pulled at his dreads in distress, eager to drop all of this studying nonsense in an instant.
"Just until you passed the final test. NOW, one hundred twenty-nin-"
T.K. dashed to his face, clutching his shirt collar, "Come on, Snowcap! It's callin' to me! 'Come to me, baby. Take this combination of deck tape, wood, and metal out for a joyride! Forget this studyin' malarkey!" He attempted to reach for the board but Lincoln was quick to snatch it away from him. This caused T.K. to growled in anger. There are a few things that will actually piss him off: harming the Louds, cheating, and stealing his skateboard, which the latter is the highest offense to him.
In the living room...
The Loud sisters were watching T.V. as one of them waited on the next shift to help tutor T.K. They were lucky enough with Lincoln, who volunteer on his own urgency to start the tutoring. It was sweet of him to do so...and also grateful because they can catch on some Dream Boat. "So, how you guys think how Tee Kee is doing?" Lola pried, stuffing her face with a chocolate chip cookie.
Luna smiled, "I think the little dude is gonna ace this test."
"Yeah, and when he do: lets celebrate with pi!" Luan declared confidently, holding up a pi symbol.
"Luan...do not taint the very fabric of math with your puns," Lisa glared as the other sisters groaned.
CRASH!
They hear the sound of heavy stuff being tossed around, animalistic growls, and high-pitched screaming. At this, they bum rushed the kitchen to find Lincoln on the table, clutching T.K.'s skateboard to his chest with an angry look, while the dreadhead was brandishing a broom threateningly with an even angrier look. The kitchen looked like a tornado has came through and 'fixed' the place up with broken plates, silverware on the floor, and chairs sprawled all over the place.
"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! What's going on here?!" Lori demanded, stepping in between the two boys.
"Simple: Snowcap cough up board. If he doesn't: I apply broom, A, to watermelon-shaped noggin repeatedly and forcefully!" T.K. explained darkly.
"You need to pass, T.K.!" Lincoln reminded angrily. T.K. maneuvered around Lori and stood in front of the table.
"Just give me the board or I'm pushing you off the table!" T.K. bargained threateningly. At this, Lincoln smirked and chuckled, placing one hand on his hip.
"I like to see you tr- Ahh!" Lincoln screamed as T.K. actually did pushed him off the table. "Hey!"
One hour later at the mall...
"Now, Terri, how did Joseph Luther Prince Jr. die in 1969?" Leni asked, reading from the history book. She sat in front of T.K. at the food court. The platinum blonde suggested a change of scenery would help the dreadhead...also it was good for her to scope out any sale that tickled her fancy.
T.K. scratched his head in confusion, "Well, it had something to with a gun. Suicide? No, it was an assassination! Someone killed him." At this answer, Leni clapped happily, which T.K. sighed in relief.
"Great, Tee Kee. Now, let's keep going," Leni urged confidently, causing T.K. to groan inwardly.
"Leni, I've been studying for two hours. Can I have a break?" T.K. whined. slowly sliding down the chair. Out from the corner of his left eye, he saw one of Leni's favorite stores was having a fifty percent off sale. A devious smirk crept to his face as a sly thought conjured in his mind. "Say, Leni? Isn't The Manifique is havin' a sale? A fifty percent sale to specific?"
A gasp of elation escaped from Leni's mouth as she swung her head to the store's direction. Quickly, T.K. leaned to her ear, "You know you want to, Lenora. Just let me have about thirty minutes to myself and you can shop till you drop."
"No! Need to, like, resist! Have to...help Terri with his studying!" Leni gritted her teeth in agony. Oh, shopping mall! You cruel mistress!
"How about this: I'll skim through the next two chapters and you quiz me over them. Final offer," T.K. punctuated with a wave of his book. Sighing in defeat, Leni stood up and grabbed her purse.
"Fine. Go through Chapters nine and ten and I'll test you once I come back. Okay?" Leni instructed firmly.
T.K. saluted to her, "Roger, roger, ma."
"Eeee! Italian made pumps, here I come!" Leni squealed happily, running to the frou frou store.
Sighing in relief, T.K. put on his headphones, "Peacefulness, here I come." He grabbed the book and leisurely studied.
MONTAGE!
The dreadhead had do A LOT of convincing but he persuaded Lincoln to give his skateboard back to him by saying he can think when on the move. Skeptical, Lincoln and Lisa decided to quiz him. "Alright, T, what is the saying used for when working out equations?"
"PleaseexcusemydearAuntSally!" T.K. answered as he whiz by the two while doing a nose manual.
"Correct, I think! Now, what are the actual terms for the saying?" Lincoln pried, nodding with a smile from the right answer.
T.K. zoomed pass them while performing numerous tricks, "Parenthesis...exponents...multiplication...addition...and subtraction!"
Nodding, Lisa took out a fifth grader science book and opened it. "Now, Terrence, what are the three stages of matter?"
"Liquid, solid, and gas," T.K. responded while performing a three-sixty flip.
"Affirmative. Now, what's the fourth one?" Lisa smirked, adjusting her glasses.
T.K. rolled by while doing a headstand manual, "Plasma!"
"That wasn't in the book," Lincoln pointed out, rubbing his chin in confusion.
"I know. That tidbit of information came from my study sessions with T.K.," Lisa explained. At this, Lincoln shrugged to the reader.
With Luan and Lori...
"Now, when should you literally use a semicolon?" Lori asked, reading from the language arts book. T.K. was doing situps while Luan was holding his feet down. Lincoln and Lisa informed the others that T.K. can actually study when he's doing something else at the same time.
"To connect two independent clauses together. It's a more pronounced comma basically," T.K. responded, slowly increasing his speed.
Lori smiled, "Bingo! Now, what do yo-"
"Oh, oh! I got another one! Why was the colon late to his job? His SEMI was outta gas! Hehehehehehehe! Get it?" Luan giggled, letting her hands go to hold her sides.
Lori groaned as she turned the page, "Luan, you are supposed to be helping. NOT cracking puns!"
"Wait, wait! She's not annoying me. Actually, the puns are helping. Come on, Lori, keep it goin'!" T.K. urged
"Ugh, alright. Now, what uses does a colon has?" Lori continued, leaning against the wall.
"Lists, explanations, famous quotes, and any big reveals," T.K. replied rapidly.
"Awesome! You're literally getting it, Terri!" Lori cheered happily,
"I got another one! How does a colon greet someone when one come over? Come in, I in-LIST!" Luan bellowed enthusiastically before doubling over in laughter.
Groaning dramatically, Lori heaved the book away and walked upstairs.
With Lynn and Lola...
The three jogged through the neighborhood, practiced speed bagging on various meats at a meat packing factory, and lifted weights at the gym. The last part Lola didn't partake in because she didn't want be covered in sweat and grime. After all that, they were jogging through the forest once more but T.K. didn't stop there; he kept going and going until he stopped at the edge of a cliff. Thrusting his arms upward victoriously, he let out a primal war cry. Just after that display of self fulfillment, an alarming thought crossed his mind, "Wait, what does this have to do with studyin'?"
"Oh, it doesn't. I just needed an excuse to go exercising," Lynn answered honestly.
T.K. and Lola frowned in unamusement, "LYNN!"
"You do realize that Terri will go to military school if he flunks this test!" Lola scolded.
Lynn groaned in annoyance before walking away, "Fine, lets go back home."
The next day...
"Now, we will begin the final test. You will test for five hours, while taking a hour break in between the second and third hour for lunch. Using the time before this test from studying, you will rely on that only to help guide you through this. You will not use any illegal methods to assist you: only your mind, strategies, and pencil. Good luck and...begin!" Mrs. Johnson shouted, causing every student to start the test.
Five hours later...
T.K. stood at the front door with a blank expression. Well, at least he tried. That's all it counts. Bracing himself, he opened the door. Everyone else was relaxing from their tasking tests or project finally being done. Closing the door, the resulting click diverted everyone's attention towards T.K., who still had the blank look on his face. "Soooo?" Lincoln droned curiously, looking up from his comic book.
"Did you pass, bro?" Luna pried, ceasing her rhythmic strumming of her guitar.
Sliding his eyes left to right, T.K. slowly shook his head, which caused everyone to gasp sadly. They quickly surrounded him to comfort him but T.K. stop them with a raise of his hand. Curving his mouth into a small smirk, he took out his graded test, which had a perfect score on it in bold red. "I aced it! WOOOOOO!" T.K. declared in triumph, jutting his arms up in pure bliss.
The announcement sent Lincoln and the girls into happy cheers and screams as they gave him a tight group hug. Another school year done, another problem solved! As he gets older, these zany kids will always have his back through thick...and thin.
A/N: Alright, I'll be real with all of you. I'm getting burnt out writing these one-shots, and my job being shit at times isn't helpin' either. So, Loud and Proud is on indefinite hiatus until further notice. Also, to the guest spam bombing the reviews with your ideas: thank you but please stop because I'm going only say this once. Don't be that guy that ruins everything for everyone else. See y'all when I see ya.
Yeah, I ain't got nothin' clever to say here so keep it movin'.