A parody of the episode with the same title

Mr. Grouse came out of his house, setting up a lawn chair, and sitting in it. "Ah, time to relax." He took out some gum and put it in his mouth. Then he threw the gum wrapper away in front of the Loud house.

Luan, riding on her unicycle, noticed the wrapper and rode over to it. "Mr. Grouse!"

Mr. Grouse spit out his gum. "Well, time to go." He folded up the lawn chair and walked to his front door, but Luan stopped him.

"Mr. Grouse, wait! Mr. Grouse!"

"Now what?"

"You dropped this little piece of paper."

"Yeah, so what?"

"I just figured you probably want it back."

"What's the big deal? It's only garbage."

"Garbage?! But, Mr. Grouse, in the right hands, this paper is a gold mine of entertainment. A spectacular afternoon of fun. A treasure trove of…"

"-garbage!" Mr. Grouse walked into his house.

"So you don't want it?"

"Right." Mr. Grouse closed the door.

"Does this mean I can have it?"

"Yes, by all means, take it!" Grouse's phone rang and he picked it up. "Hello?"

It was Luan. "You sure?"

"Yes! For the final time, I don't want that paper. It's yours forever and ever!" He hung up and sighed. The jokester appeared from under the table where the phone is, startling the old man.

"So are you definitely, positively sure?"

"Get out!"

"But are you-"

"Get out!" Mr. Grouse screamed, and pushed Luan out.

"Last chance to change your mind, Mr. Grouse."

"Take it, Luan. Take it, please. And promise me, no matter how much I may beg, and plead, and cry, don't give that paper back to me...ever!"

"So, I take that as a possible no?" Luan questioned. "Mr. Grouse? Mr. Grouse? Mr. Grouse?" Mr. Grouse closed the door. "Okay, Mr. Grouse, that's a promise I'll just have to keep. Hey, Mr. Paper, there's nothing on you. I guess Mr. Grouse was drawing a blank." She laughed at her joke. "I am so lucky to have a neighbor like him."

Mr. Grouse is in his living room. Luan is laughing outside. Grouse tried to watch a cooking channel on TV and turned up the volume, but it didn't help and he got annoyed by Luan's laughter, so he peeked out the window. "Luan, what in the world are you giggling about?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Grouse, it's just-" She giggled. "-it's just that I'm thinking of all the fun I'm going to have with this piece of paper!"

Mr. Grouse went back to watching tv. "How can anyone have fun with just a piece of paper?" He tried to watch tv, but had to stop due to Luan's laughter continuing. "Ohh...what can she possibly be doing with that paper?!"

He peeked out his window again and Luan was running around with the piece of paper high, above her head. She stopped by Cliff the cat. "La, la, la, la, la. Cliff, watch this!" She put the piece of paper in her shirt so it hung out. "Guess what I am?"

The cat meowed.

"Well, yes, Cliff, I am a girl with paper stuck in her shirt, but I'm also a business woman-" She somehow stretched the paper without ripping it. "-with a tie."

"I'm not impressed." Mr. Grouse deadpanned.

Luan took a pole and stuck the paper to it, using it as a flag. "Now I'm Luan Loudstrong." She pretended to walk on the moon like the astronaut Neil Armstrong, then planted the paper flag on the ground. "That's one small step for comedian, another giant leap for comediankind."

Cliff meowed.

"You're right, Cliff. I'm not an astronaut, I'm a pilot." Luan folded the paper to look like a paper airplane and made plane sounds, playing with it like a toy plane. At this point, Mr. Grouse is watching from the fence.

"Landing just in time for the bullfight!" She unfolded the paper and waved it in front of Cliff. "Toro, toro, Cliff! Toro, toro! Toro, Cliff, toro…". She pushes Cliff across with her foot. "Hey, ole! Now for some impressions. A guy with a mustache." She put the piece of paper over her upper lip, where a mustache would be. "Look at me, I'm a guy with a mustache. A pirate with an eye patch." Arrgh, I'm a pirate." She put the paper over one of her eyes. "A regular guy with an eye patch." She put the paper over her eye again. "Arrgh, I am not a pirate."

"Do a buck toothed idiot with a stupid piece of paper." Mr. Grouse said sarcastically, but not loud enough for Luan to hear.

Then Luan hid the paper. "Hey Cliff, what's that in your ear?" She pulled the piece of paper out of the cat's left ear, and it was shaped like a scroll. "Ta-da!"

Now Mr. Grouse looked impressed. "How'd she do that?"

"Look, Charles, oral-gami." She put the paper in her mouth and stuck her tongue out with a bird shape for the paper.

Kids: "Bird! Yay!"

Luan does it again and it comes out as a snowflake.

Kids: "Snowflake, yay!"

Luan does it again and it comes out as a doll.

Kids: "Paper dolls, yay!"

"Hey, that little paper does seem like fun." Mr. Grouse put his hand over his mouth. "What am I saying?! I am such an idiot." He laughed. "Luan, honestly, and her dumb paper. She calls that fun?"

He goes back home, opened up a magazine and started reading it. "Now reading "Dull Home Gardening", that's fun." He laughed at what the magazine said inside. "Marigolds and daffodils, priceless!" However, he hears Luan's laughter and tried to focus on his magazine.

Next, we cut to Mr. Grouse taking a bath. "See, I can have fun taking a bath." Luan's paper came flying through the window as an airplane and flew around Mr. Grouse a couple times as the it madr airplane noises. The paper then paused mid-flight to "shoot" a rubber duck in the tub as Luan imitated a machine gun before it flew back outside. The rubber duck sunk under the water.

Later, Mr. Grouse is painting. "Painting fruit, there's nothing more fun than painting fruit. This is more fun than anything." Luan is laughing outside. Mr. Grouse painted, but he painted himself with the piece of paper over his nose. When he noticed this, he tore up his painting. "I'll prove to her that paper is not fun!"

He ran outside and whistled while playing paddleball. "I'm having fun, la-la-la…"

Luan bounced the piece of paper off her nose like it was a paddleball. "Isn't this great? La-la-la-la-la…" She jumped up and down with the paper. "La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la…"

"Okay, Luan, top this one." He took out a ventriloquist doll that looked exactly like him. "Hey Lil Grouse, what's old, wrinkly and balding?"

Lil Grouse: "I don't know, but have you looked in the mirror lately?"

Mr. Grouse glared at the dummy. "What? What did you-"

Luan laughed. "Oh, that's a good one, Mr. Grouse, now let me try." She folded the paper in half. "Have you heard any good jokes, Mr. Paper?"

Paper: "So you wanna hear a joke about a piece of paper?"

"Sure." Luan said.

Paper: "Well nevermind...it's tearable!"

A bunch of people, including the Louds, come up and laugh with Luan, then leave. Mr. Grouse ran off while Luan continued to play with the paper.

Sometime later, Mr. Grouse is riding his go kart. "Haha, I'm having so much fun with my new go-kart. Ah-haha. Hey, Luan, can your stupid paper do this?"

Luan came down with the paper acting as the propellers of a helicopter. "Nope." She flew away while Mr. Grouse drove his go-kart through the side of his house. Then he came out with his radio.

"Well you can't play music with a piece of paper." He turned on the radio to play some classical music. Luan heard it.

"I beg to differ." Luan played "Mary had a little Lamb" on-key at B Major. "I learned from Luna. She taught me to play in the key of A-minor." She played a jazzy song with higher notes. A music sheet appeared as she played. Music sheet disappeared after finishing the song. "Ah, nothing like a duet between neighbors, eh, Mr. Grouse?"

"Give me back my paper!" Mr. Grouse tried to grab the paper, but Luan kept it out of his reach.

"I can't!"

"Whaddaya mean you can't?"

"You made me promise no matter how much you begged, and pleaded, and cried not to give the paper back to you ever."

"I never said anything like that!"

"Sure you did, look." The comedian folded the paper a few times to make it look like a flip-book to what Mr. Grouse said earlier in the day.

The flip book played. "Take it, Luan. Take it, please. And promise me, no matter how much I may beg and plead and cry, don't give that paper back to me… ever!"

"Wanna see it again?"

"No, I don't wanna see it again! Just give me that paper."

"Sorry, Mr. Grouse, I am sworn to a promise." Luan started to walk off. "Maybe I should get going."

"Wait, wait, maybe we can trade for something." Mr. Grouse looked around for something to trade. "Yeah-yeah, something, something…" He reached in his pocket and takes out something. "A-ha, wait up, Luan! Wait! Hold on there, chum." He chuckled. "I'm going to make you an offer."

Luan looked at what he had, which was revealed to be a cherry blossom flower.

"Wow, a cherry blossom! You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Grouse."

"So how about a trade?"

"Hmm….Okay." Luan began to reach for it, but stopped. "Oh, I get it. You're just testing me. Don't worry Mr. Grouse, I won't let you down. A promise is a promise."

"Listen, Loud!" The old man stuck his face in front of the teen's face. "You're not going anywhere until we strike a deal!"

Mr. Grouse is bringing a tv over to Luan's side in a wheelbarrow. "Gotta get that paper." He walked back to get more stuff.

"Mr. Grouse?" Luan began to say, but Mr. Grouse kept walking back and forth with more stuff.

"Trade…" He walked back.

"Hey, listen…"

Mr. Grouse brought his house over. "Everything must go! Well, that's the last of it." All of Mr. Grouse's possessions are beside the Loud house. He even takes off his clothes, except his underwear, and adds it to the pile. "I've given you everything, even my clothes."

Luan looked at the paper, then at all of Mr. Grouse's stuff, and strained herself. "Oh, Mr. Grouse, is this still part of the test? Because it's... it's really getting harder and harder to keep my promise."

"Wait!" Mr. Grouse, desperate, yanked a gold tooth from his mouth. "My gold tooth! Take my gold tooth!"

"A gold tooth? I've always wanted one of those." Luan smiled tearfully. "Okay, okay, I'll trade!" She took the tooth. "I can break a promise for this. Mr. Grouse, do you want your other stuff, 'cause this is all I'll need?"

"You can have all that junk, 'cause now I've got this! I've got the paper, and you've got my useless garbage." My. Grouse put the paper on his butt and waved it at Luan. "I got it! Haha! And you can't have it." He ran around Luan. "I got it, you're a sucker. You're a sucker, sucker!" He laughed, and ran back over to where his house used to be.

"At last, what should we try first, Mr. Paper? Impressions! A guy with a piece of paper on his nose."

He puts the paper on his nose. "Look at me! I'm a guy with a piece of paper...on his...nose. Hmmm." Mr. Grouse saw that wasn't as fun as he thought it would be, and felt ridiculous. "A-ha! Wait, wait, wait, wait…" He put the paper in his mouth and stuck his tongue out, revealing a wadded up piece of paper that was wet. "Tada!"

Children: "Boo!"

He took the piece of paper off his tongue and dried off it. "Okay, okay, uhh, helicopter!" He put the piece of paper on his fingers. "Gentlemen, start your engines. I'm flying! Oh yeah, I'm flying! I'm flying! That's right, that's right, here we go now." He bent up and down, trying to fly. "I'm flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying…" He sighed in exhaustion. "...flying."

Then he heard the sounds of the Loud kids. They're all using Mr. Grouse's possessions. Luan used the gold tooth for a necklace and admired herself in the mirror, Lincoln tried on Mr. Grouse's shirt, even though it was clearly too big for him, Lily played with a paddleball, Lana and Lynn rode in a go-kart, Luna listened to music on Grouse's radio, Lola sat in a vibrating massage chair, Lisa used one of Grouse's flowerpots as a beaker, Lucy had a foam finger, and Leni wore a soda drinking hat. Mr. Grouse frowned at the sight of the kids enjoying his stuff.

"Wait, more impressions. A guy throwing a piece of paper on the ground!" Mr. Grouse threw it on the ground. "A guy stomping on the piece of paper" He stomped on the paper, then picked it up. "I'm a guy who traded everything he owns for a worthless piece of paper…" He threw it away.

Clyde came over to the Loud house. "Hey Lincoln, nice shirt."

Now Mr. Grouse was left with nothing, except for his underwear, as the wind whistled. "Does anybody have any sunscreen?"