I haven't posted a Loud House fanfic for a long time, so here is one now. This one is a parody of the Spongebob Squarepants episode "Sing a Song of Patrick", starring one of my OCs, Stuart Wilson. I hope you enjoy it!
[It all begins at a comic book store, we see Stuart Wilson reading a comic book, screaming.]
Stuart: No! Nooooo! [cries and then stops] Yeah! Woohoo! [laughs, annoying Renee who's reading a comic nearby]
Renee: Well, if only Silent Sally were here right now.
[Stuart was about to eat the comic book but Stewart snatches it away from him.]
Stewart: Hey, comic books are for reading, not for eating. Besides, let me know where you are next time, you could've hurt yourself.
Stuart: Sorry, Stewart.
[Lincoln walks up to Stuart and Stewart carrying a stack of comic books.]
Lincoln: Are you ready to go guys?
Stuart: [screams] Get back, I wasn't going to eat all of you!
Lincoln: Stuart, it's me!
Stuart: Lincoln? It is you! [To Stewart] Can I have my book back?
Stewart: Alright.
[Stewart gives the book back and Stuart opens the book.]
Stuart: Well, this book is mine! Unless I don't want it.
[Stuart reads something and gasps]
Stuart: Lincoln, what do these words say?
[Stuart shows Lincoln the book page.]
Stewart: [annoyed] Gee, do you really need someone to read things for you?
Lincoln: It's an ad. [talks in an announcer tone] Dear Comic Book Reader.
Stuart: That's me!
Lincoln: [continues as announcer] Have you ever thought about turning one of your poems into a hit song on the radio?
Stuart: I never thought about anything!
Lincoln: [continues] Send in your poem and $100 and we'll make it a hit! [uses regular tone of voice] Can we go home now? My arms are getting tired.
Stuart: I want to send in a poem, and everyone would love it, and I would be a star!
Stewart: Stuart, I'm not sure about this.
Lincoln: You heard him; you can't always trust ads in comic books. Those X-Ray specs I ordered couldn't see through people's skin at all! [makes a disgusted face] Only their clothes! Plus, you don't have $100.
[Lincoln's wallet falls out of his pocket and struggles to pick it up.]
Lincoln: Stuart, could you get my wallet?
Stuart: You heard him, Stewart, help our friend out!
Stewart: No, he means [points at Stuart] you.
Stuart: Oh, sorry.
[Stuart picks up Lincoln's wallet.]
Stuart: Wait, what's this? [pulls out a $100 bill from the wallet] Oh my gosh, it's $100! It's a sign that I should make my hit song!
Stewart: Stuart, we shouldn't be taking someone else's money!
Lincoln: He's right, that's my comic book money!
Stuart: [indignant] It's a sign! A sign that fell from the back of your pants. I've learned to trust signs like that. Come on, Stewart.
Stewart: Wai-
[But Stuart grabs his brother's hand as he runs off.]
Lincoln: Guys!
[The comic book store clerk shows up.]
Comic Book Store Clerk: Hey, you going to pay for those comics?
[The stack of comic books toppled onto the ground.]
Lincoln: No.
[Lincoln gets kicked out of the store.]
Lincoln: Ow! Can I have my wallet back?
[Cut to the Loud House, Stuart and Stewart are at the front door with Lincoln inside.]
Stuart: I wish not to be disturbed, Lincoln, for I am about to erupt with a masterpiece.
[Stuart walks away]
Stewart: [To Stuart] Where exactly are you going, anyway?
[Stewart follows his brother]
Lincoln: Good luck.
[doorbell rings]
Lincoln: Coming-
[Stuart slams the door against Lincoln with his brother present]
Stuart: Lincoln, could I borrow a pencil and some paper and a place to work?
[Stewart face palms. Cut to Stuart sitting on the dining table, he is hovering the pencil over the paper.]
Stuart: Guys! This pencil is broken! Why it won't it make words?
[Stewart was walking by reading a comic book.]
Stewart: You have to think of the words yourself. [walks away]
Stuart: I think I wrote a poem once.
[Cue a flashback to Stuart's childhood]
Young Stuart: My Poem, by Stuart Wilson. [reads the poem] Roses are blue, violets are red, I have to go to the bathroom. [chews the poem, spits it out, and takes a bow.] Ooh, papercuts.
[His gym teacher shows up]
Gym Teacher: How many times do I have to tell you? This is gym class!
[The gym teacher blows his whistle and everyone pelts Stuart with dodgeballs, who takes cover as the flashback ends]
Stuart: [traumatized] Ohh, dodgeballs
[Cut to Stuart working, the area is dark, a shadow figure of Lincoln appeared, holding a dodgeball with an evil grin.]
Lincoln: Oh, Stuart!
Stuart: [screams and hides under the table] Don't hit me with a dodgeball!
[Lincoln turns on the lights revealing he was holding Geo in his hamster ball. He puts Geo down]
Lincoln: Stuart, why would I hit you with a dodgeball?
[dramatic music starts playing]
Stuart: I never told anyone except Stewart this, I wrote a poem once, way back before we moved to Royal Woods.
Lincoln: [shocked] No!
Stuart: Wait! There's more. When I read it to the class, Coach Brock blew his whistle and they pelted me with dodgeballs! Just because we're playing dodgeball! [starts crying] Whyyyyyy?!
[The music turns out to be playing from a radio Geo is playing, Lincoln turns it off.]
Lincoln: You can play your songs later, Geo. Stuart, is that why you've been having trouble writing?
Stuart: I'm worried my poem's not gonna be any good and you're gonna hit me with dodgeballs.
Lincoln: Oh, I don't own any dodgeballs. Do you, Geo?
[Geo just was still for a moment and rolled away]
Lincoln: I guess that's a no.
Stuart: I you're serious, I can do this. I'm even gonna use my brain.
Stewart: [offscreen] That's the spirit, brother!
Lincoln: I'll open a window
[Cut to the Loud House, a window is opened, Stuart is struggling to write his poem. He repeatedly taps his head with the pencil.]
Stuart: C'mon you, stupid brain! Work!
[Stuart's brain starts working and smoke comes out]
Stuart: It's working!
[Stuart struggles as he writes, Lincoln is nearby.]
Lincoln: Stuart, don't strain yourself.
[Stuart continues struggling. Outside smoke is coming out of the window towards Mr. Grouse's house. Mr. Grouse opens the window, peaking out.]
Mr. Grouse: Now, what's going on?
[Mr. Grouse smells the smoke and looks disgusted.]
Mr. Grouse: What is that horrible smell?
[Lincoln and Stewart come out of the house.]
Mr. Grouse: Is your friend thinking again?
Stewart: He sure is.
[Stuart peaks out of the window.]
Stuart: I'm making art!
Mr. Grouse: Wilson, it smells like something crawled in your brain and died.
Stuart: That's the creative process at work!
[Mr. Grouse closes the window and Stuart looks at his friends.]
Stuart: You ready to go to the post office? [shows an envelope with his poem in it which looks filthy] I need to mail in my masterpiece.
[The next day]
[Cut to a recording studio, where a four-member band called the High Notes is recording a song.]
Lead singer: [singing] You are the star in my life!
[The High Notes finishes recording.]
Guitarist: I hate my life.
Keyboardist: I hate your life, too, dude.
Drummer: Me, three.
Band Manager: High Notes! We have 17 more songs to finish this hour! Next up is: "I Wrote This Song" by Stuart Wilson.
[He sniffs it and holds his nose, disgusted. The Bassist takes it.]
Bassist: This one's really bad, it made my eyes, ears, mouth, and nose throw up.
[The guitarist takes the poem to read it.]
Guitarist: Oh yeah.
[The guitarist's eyes shrink and disappear into dust.]
Band Manager: I don't care how awful his poem is! We spent his 100 bucks already!
Guitarist: Come on, guys. We're gonna do this, even if it kills us. And a 1, and a 2 and a-
[Cut to the cemetery. The song indeed killed the High Notes. The High Notes are now buried in their graves. Pan over to Lincoln, Stuart, Stewart, Lucy, Vlad and his mother, Lydia, who is directing the funeral. They are viewing their graves.]
Vlad: [sighs] The death of average music makers, am I right Lucy?
Lucy: Sigh, yes. It's a good thing they didn't get my sister's band to record it.
Stewart: Man, I wonder how people would think of this.
Lydia: They will be remembered. I'm sure of it. [To Stuart] Oh, one thing, young man.
Stuart: Me?
Lydia: They wanted you to have this.
[Lydia gives Stuart his song which is in a CD.]
Stuart: My song! Thank you, Vlad's mom!
[Stuart runs off happily.]
Lincoln and Stewart: Hey! Wait up!
[They ran after him. Cut to the Loud House. Lincoln, Stuart, and Stewart are inside.]
Lincoln: Come on, let's hear it!
Stuart: Um, I don't know. You're not gonna throw dodgeballs at me?
Lincoln: I don't see any dodgeballs here, just an artist and his work.
Stuart: Yeah! And me too!
Stewart: Now, now, you saw what your song did to that band that made it. So-
Stuart: Sit back and get comfortable!
Stewart: Stuart, I wasn't-
[But Stuart runs off. Lincoln and Stewart sit on the couch and Stuart comes back with one of Luna's big amps, he climbs and stands on it.]
Lincoln: Uh, Stuart?
Stuart: Lincoln Loud and Stewart Wilson! Are you ready to rock?!
[Stuart jumps off the amp and cheers. Lincoln and Stewart scream as Stuart lands at the center of the couch. He turns on the music, which plays really loud. Lincoln and Stewart cover their ears.]
Lincoln and Stewart: It's really loud!
Stuart: You need it louder? Okay! Whoo!
Lead Singer:
Hi, my name's Stuart Wilson!
I made ham and cheese sandwich
My mommy made the bread
It tastes likes pizza-burgers
And smells like it's been dead
Yes, I wrote this song and my hair is really curly
Curly Curly Curly, Whirly Whirly Whirl!
P.U. What's that horrible smell?!
Singer: Drum Solo!
[drum solo]
I have a head, that has curly hair
Curly Curly Curly, Whirly Whirly Whirl.
This song is over, except for this line,
You win this round, Zucchini!
[During the song, the pets we're running by. They heard the song and it was horrible. They put earmuffs on their ears so they won't hear the song and went off. The walls begin to crack and the wallpaper peels off. There is a family photo with Lincoln and his family, they sported annoyed looks while Lincoln in the photo sports a confused look. Lynn Sr. in the photo turns the picture over. Cut to outside the Loud House where it crumbles and collapses into rubble. The giant amp falls on Lincoln, Stuart, and Stewart. Luckily, they're unharmed as they emerged from the rubble.]
Stuart: That was awesome! Did you like it or did you really, really like it? Give me your completely honest opinion of how great it was.
Stewart: Hate to break it to you, but to me, it sounds horrible. It was so horrible that it destroyed the whole house!
Lincoln: [pondering] Oh…hmm… how do I put this delicately- [happy] That was the best song I ever heard!
Stuart: Do you really think so?
Stewart: Absolutely not!
Lincoln: [not listening to Stewart] We need to get that song on the radio!
Stuart: Then let's go right now, come on!
[Stuart grabs Lincoln's arm and they ran off. Lincoln however comes back to take Stewart along.]
Lincoln: Hey Stewart, you should come along as well. Don't you want to see your little brother become a star?
Stewart: Now wait a-
[Lincoln grabs Stewart's arm as they ran off. Cut to the radio station where Lincoln, Stuart, and Stewart are heading to put the song on the radio.]
Stuart: Can't wait to see the look on their face once they hear this.
[They went inside and meet Sam.]
Sam: Oh, hey guys!
Lincoln: Hey Sam, love how you're volunteering as a DJ at the radio station.
Sam: What can I do for you?
Stuart: Can you put my song on the radio, please?
Stewart: Stuart don't-
[Sam takes the song and looks at it.]
Sam: Let me see…
[Sam looks at it and sports a shocked expression on her face. Cut to outside the radio station where her scream is heard. Lincoln, Stuart, and Stewart are kicked out as the door closes.]
Lincoln: Did you see the look on her face?
Stuart: Yeah. Did you see her ears?
Lincoln: I didn't know they could turn inside out like that. Now, how are we going to get your song on the radio?
Stuart: What song?
[Stewart face palms. They then see the antenna. Lincoln gets an idea.]
Lincoln: I got an idea!
[Cut to Lincoln, Stuart, and Stewart on the roof of the radio station. Stuart is holding a radio.]
Lincoln: We'll just have to play the radio with your song on top of this antenna.
Stewart: To be honest, that usually happens in cartoons, so I don't think it would be possible. Besides, I have a bad feeling about this.
Stuart: Carry me, Stewart!
Stewart: Now Stuart, I'm-
[But Stuart climbs on his brother's back and onto his shoulders while holding the radio in his hands.]
Stuart: Tally ho! Mush! Onward and upward!
Stewart: [struggling] Gee, where did you even get that radio?
[Stewart however climbs up the antenna with his brother on his shoulders. Lincoln climbs up with them.]
Lincoln: Guys, wait for me, I want to join in!
[The boys keep on climbing.]
Stuart: Faster, Stewart! Faster!
[A satellite passes by in which the boys look at for a brief moment and they reached the top of the antenna. Stuart puts the radio on top of the antenna. But since there's nothing to support it with, the radio wobbles and falls off. Luckily, Lincoln catches it.]
Stuart: Dang it, it won't stay put.
Lincoln: Then maybe you should try sticking it to the antenna with something.
Stuart: Good idea.
[Stuart takes a bubble gum from his pocket. He throws it into his mouth and chews it. He then blows a bubble.]
Stewart: [impatiently] Can you hurry up? You're getting too heavy.
[The bubble pops.]
Stuart: Oh yeah, I forgot.
[Stuart pulls the gum off his mouth; Lincoln passes the radio to Stuart who then sticks the gum to the bottom of the radio and puts it on top of the antenna. He turns on the radio and the song gets broadcasted to the whole of Royal Woods. Many people are shown walking on the streets. Clyde is walking by and he hears the song from a nearby radio in a store.]
Clyde: [horrified] Gah!
[Clyde runs away, horrified. Meanwhile, Flip is driving his van as his radio plays the song.]
Flip: [screams while covering his ears] It's in my head!
[Flip continues screaming as the van spins around and crashes, releasing a lot of nacho cheese and Flippees as random people ran happily to get a taste of them. Hank and Hawk are shown walking by with Hank wearing headphones and Hawk holding a boombox. They hear the song and Hank's head explodes, leaving only his headphones that fell on the ground.]
Hawk: Lucky.
[Cut to the park where Raymon is sitting on a bench with Cristina. They hear the song.]
Raymon: This song always makes me think about you, Señora.
[But then…]
Lead Singer: P.U. What's that horrible smell?!
[Cristina hears this and gets offended and hits Raymon, sending him flying. At night, the chaos continues as people are running around screaming and covering their ears, including some of Lincoln's family and friends and classmates. There is fire everywhere and cars have been tipped over. Anderson, Taylor, and Pablo are shown tipping a bus over while screaming, horrified. A plane is shown flying with only two pilots onboard and the song is also playing on their radio.]
Pilot: My ears!
[They scream as they pull the controls off and jump out of the plane with parachutes. The plane crashes into a fireworks factory and fireworks are sent flying. Scoot passes by listening to the song, ignoring the chaos.]
Scoot: I like this. [hums the song]
[Cut to the top of the radio antenna where Lincoln, Stuart (now off his brother's shoulders), and Stewart are watching the chaos from above. Lincoln and Stuart believe Royal Woods is having a party but Stewart knows what's going on.]
Lincoln: Well, it looks like Royal Woods is throwing a party. And you know what a party needs.
Stuart: Uh, bean dip?
Stewart: Uh, guys-
Lincoln: Yes, that is important. But I was thinking about music! Turn it up, Stuart!
[Stuart turns the volume up. Lincoln and Stuart start cheering. Cut back to Royal Woods.]
Luna: [covering her ears] Where is that awful song coming from?
[She sees the radio station and points at it.]
Luna: To the radio station!
[Everyone in Royal Woods forms an angry mob, members of the mob include the Loud sisters, Haiku, Chaz, Benny, Margo, Dana, Fiona, Jackie, Mandee, Miguel, Teri, Ms. Carmichael, Kotaro, Carol, Whitney, Girl Jordan, Becky, Mollie, Chloe, Emma, Cici, Paula, Byron, Grant, and many more. They pass by a torch vendor.]
Torch vendor: Torches! Get your torches!
[Everyone gets a torch. They pass by a pitchfork vendor.]
Pitchfork vendor: Pitchforks! Can't be an angry mob without pitchforks!
[Everyone gets a pitchfork. They pass by a… cotton candy vendor. They look annoyed.]
Cotton candy vendor: Cotton Candy! Get your cotton candy! Can't throw a riot without cotton candy!
[But everyone misses the cotton candy. Meanwhile, Lincoln, Stuart, and Stewart climb down the antenna.]
Lincoln: Look at that, Stuart!
[They see the angry mob coming, Stewart is horrified.]
Stuart: Oh, you mean the angry mob with the pitchforks and torches?
Stewart: Oh no.
Lincoln: Nah, that's not an angry mob, Stuart. It's your fan club.
[Stewart face palms]
Stuart: Fan club?
[The mob stops at the radio station as the song ends.]
Stuart: Yee-whoo! We should sing them a song!
Luna: Who's responsible for that song on the radio?
[Lincoln, Stuart, and Stewart jump off the roof.]
Lincoln: Why, he's right here. Stuart Wilson, Musical Genius.
Stuart: Yay-[burps]
[The mob stares at them.]
Luna: Let's get 'em, dudes!
[The angry mob starts chasing them. The mob beats them up but Lincoln and Stuart play instruments wildly. Lincoln plays with a chainsaw and tambourine while Stuart plays with a guitar. For Stewart, he just glared at them with his arms folded. Lincoln and Stuart pant heavily while they got rid of the mob.]
Stuart: And that was my new song called, "Ay…"
[The mob's expressions are now normal.]
Luna: You know, it's not that bad.
Lola: Yeah. At least it got that first terrible song out of our heads.
Stuart: Oh, yeah. My song.
[Stewart rolls his eyes as Stuart strums the guitar.]
Stuart: Oh, Hi My name's Stuart Wilson-
[A whistle blow is heard. Turns out it was Coach Brock, Stuart's gym teacher from the childhood.]
Coach Brock: Stuart, it looks like you need another lesson! Dodgeballs ready!
[Everyone gets out a dodgeball.]
Stewart: [shocked] Oh boy.
[Everyone starts throwing dodgeballs at Lincoln, Stuart, and Stewart who take cover. The dodgeballs cover the screen as the story ends.]
THE END