Here's a Clyde centered fanfic, and the plot is based from some cartoon. Thought I'd try something new. This takes place during the fifth season of the show. Read and review.
Another day at Royal Woods Middle School. Lincoln and his gang were hanging out in the hallway before they had to go to their main class. Liam was telling them something that happened to him yesterday.
"And that's how I got this scab." He showed them a scab on arm, a gross close up of it is seen. "Turns out riding a tractor blindfolded wasn't such a good idea."
The others cringed at the sight of his scab.
"Thanks for sharing that, Liam." Stella said with uneasiness.
"Let's change the subject. I saw the commercial for the new Muscle Fish action figure." Lincoln had out his phone and turned on the video.
The announcer's voice was heard. "You've seen Muscle Fish." Muscle Fish is seen and turned into a ninja. "Now meet Ninja Fish, Muscle Fish's alter ego!"
The gang were in awe at the action figure.
"It's voice activated and comes with different fighting moves."
Check out my moves!" The action figure performed a few moves. "Finchucks!" It used its fins like nunchucks. "Seastars!" It threw ninja stars that looked like sea stars. "Whirlpool kick!" It spun around, made a whirlpool and kicked the air.
"Ninja Fish!" The fish man used a smoke bomb to disappear. The announcer's voice came back. "Buy Ninja Fish at your local stores. Other Muscle Fish toys each sold separately. Batteries not included."
The video ended.
"Pretty impressive." Zach commented.
"I'll say." Rusty agreed.
"That was amazing!" Clyde said, who was the most amazed. "Especially that whirlpool kick! He was all-" Clyde attempted to do the move, but he was clumsy in doing so.
"Careful, Clyde!" Lincoln warned. Clyde spun and accidentally kicked someone. The others gasped as it turned out Clyde kicked Hawk, one of the school bullies, right in the butt! The bully's face flushed red for a moment before he turned around and glared at the bespectacled boy.
"Hey, Hawk…" Clyde said nervously.
"I know that did not just happen." Hawk said angrily.
"Look, it was an accident."
"Accident ain't gonna cut it. You offended my honor and we're gonna settle this with a duel."
A group of students gathered around as they heard the commotion.
"Fine, what kind of duel?" Clyde asked. "Laser tag?"
"No."
"Sword fight?"
"Lame."
"Tennis match?"
"Weak."
"Bake off?"
"You kidding?"
"Well, how about-"
"No! I'm choosing and I say we do the one sport I idolize to the Philippines' Boxing Champion, Manny Pacquiao: Boxing." Hawk takes out a pair of boxing gloves.
"B-b-boxing?" Clyde stuttered.
"Well, he's a goner." Zach said.
"No argument here." Another student said.
"But I don't know how to box." Clyde stated.
"Then this'll be an easy win...for me." Hawk handed Clyde the gloves. "You and me at the boxing stadium, tomorrow morning. Be there. And you better not try to hide, cause I will find you."
Hawk walked off. The other students looked worried for Clyde, especially Clyde's best friends, while Clyde just stared in fear. Then the bell rang and the kids headed off to their classes.
"Clyde, what were you thinking?!" Lincoln exclaimed.
"I-i didn't mean to-it was an accident!"
"Ah reckon that bully's gonna scramble your face harder than eggs!" Liam said.
"Or maybe he'll cool off and forget about the fight...or not." Stella said.
"If you don't survive, can I keep your cats?" Rusty asked.
"Rusty!" Lincoln, Liam, Stella, and Zach scolded. Clyde gulped in fear and for the rest of the school day he had a scared expression on his face as all he thought about was the boxing match with Hawk.
After school, Clyde went to meet up with Lincoln. "Lincoln, you've gotta help me! We have to find someone who can teach me how to box. Someone tough and aggressive."
"You mean, someone like-"
"Move it, slouch! I better not see you littering again!" Lynn, as hall monitor, was seen scolding a student for littering. She shook her fist at him, causing the scared boy to run off.
"Lynn!" Lincoln and Clyde said in unison.
"Hey Lynn!" Lincoln called.
"What's up, Stinkoln?"
"Clyde here needs your help. You see, he accidentally offended Hawk the bully."
"Well, what did you do?"
"I kicked him. Accidentally." Clyde informed her.
"Wow. Didn't know ya had it in you, Clyde."
"That wasn't a good thing. He challenged me to a boxing match but I don't know how to box, so I need you to teach me."
"Clyde, I like you but you made the mistake of assaulting a bully, therefore I'd be glad to teach you about boxing."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'll meet up at your place with my training equipment."
"Thanks Lynn. I'd really appreciate your help."
"Well, I'll meet up with you later, Clyde." Lincoln walked off.
"Later. Now how am I going to explain this situation to my dads? I should probably ease them into it."
"You're gonna what?!"
At the McBride house, Lynn had just straight up told the dads about Clyde's predicament, and they didn't take it well. Howard nearly fainted.
"Lynn, I said I was going to ease them!" Clyde reminded her.
"They were going to find out anyway." Lynn pointed out.
"Clyde, we can't let you fight. Dr. López wouldn't allow it." Howard said. "She would say "Violence isn't the answer."
"Tell that to the bully." Clyde muttered.
"McBrides, don't worry. You've got Lynn Loud here." Lynn assured. "I know a lot about boxing and I can turn Clyde into a top notch champion."
"But-" Howard started to say.
"It'll be fine. Trust me."
Clyde insisted. "I could learn a new hobby.
Harold hesitated, but agreed. "Well, if you say so."
"Clyde, a boxing champion?" Howard thought, but was still concerned. "This is all going too fast. I-I need to process all this."
"Come on Howard, let's go make some comfort snacks." Harold suggested.
Lynn turned to Clyde. "Clyde, just picture yourself as a heavyweight boxing champion."
Clyde imagined himself as a heavyweight boxer, but then he also imagined Hawk squashing him flat.
"I pictured Hawk flattening me with his big muscles." Clyde said worriedly, and he began to whimper. Lynn comforted him.
Meanwhile in town, Hawk and his friend Hank were putting up posters for the boxing match. On the posters, there was the title: Boxing-Hawk vs Clyde.
"Nice." Hank commented.
"Now let's put some more over there." Hawk pointed to another location and the bullies continued their task.
In the McBride entertainment room/basement, Clyde's training had begun and Lynn had him run on a treadmill while using his boxing gloves. The jock watched him as she was eating a sandwich.
"You're doing great, Clyde. But let's speed it up." Lynn changed the speed on the machine and Clyde was forced to run faster, which proved to be too much for him and he flew off and crashed into the wall.
"Clyde!" Lynn went to help him up. "You ok, man?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. And I feel a bit stronger." Clyde flexed his arm and he grew a little muscle, which he smiled proudly at. But then his arm went limp and he frowned.
"We've got more training to do." Lynn said.
Next, Lynn set up a big punching bag for Clyde. Clyde threw a few punches at it, then all the sand came out from the bottom, burying the nerd and flooding the room.
Cut to Clyde using a smaller punching bag this time. He threw one hard hit at it, only to have it hit him back in the face and in the crotch. Lynn winced at this.
Now Clyde was attempting to jump rope, but one jump caused him to trip and get tangled in the rope. Lynn facepalmed at this.
The last part of the training was to hit a slab of meat. Clyde tried that, but it was a soft hit as he immediately lost his energy.
"Dude, you've gotta be more aggressive." Lynn advised, and demonstrated by hitting the meat harder and quicker. "Now beat the meat!"
Clyde nodded and tried again, but his punches were still weak. Lynn frowned and Clyde broke down. "Oh, who am I kidding? This is hopeless! I'm never going to win that match!"
"I'll say." Lynn agreed. "You may be the weakest person I've ever worked with. Next to Stinkoln, of course."
Hawk was sitting in a lawn chair outside at his house, looking through a list of expensive boxing gloves. The first glove came with a watch, the second one had buttons, the third one had a zipper, and the last one had wheels on it. "Sweet. When I win the fight, I'm gonna buy these bad boys. Speaking of the fight, I better get some training done."
Apparently Hawk lived across the street from Clyde and he moved here recently, so he could easily find Clyde.
"Hey squirt!" The bully called out. "Come out here and fight!"
Lynn and Clyde looked through the front window to see Hawk.
"That punk knows where you live?" Lynn asked with disbelief.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention he's my neighbor, and he lives across the street."
"Well, that just makes your situation worse."
Then they heard the doorbell ring.
"Oh no! I can't fight him now!" Clyde hid under the couch. Lynn looked out and saw her brother.
"Relax, it's just Stinkoln." Lynn answered the door and Clyde came out from under the couch.
"Lynn, the bully put up posters for the fight. How did the training with Clyde go?" Lincoln asked.
"Terrible. I just couldn't train him."
"What?!"
"You said everything would be fine. You said you could turn me into a top notch champion." Clyde said.
"It's not my fault you're incredibly weak!"
Clyde sighed. "Well, I guess it's time to face the music. Maybe Lucy can plan my funeral."
"Hold up, Clyde." Lincoln said. "I'm not going to let my bestest buddy get hurt. Just let the man with the plan think of something."
The white haired boy went outside to think of something. Then he spotted two muscular movers, who looked to be 19 to 20 years old, carrying a dresser and then tossing it into the back of their truck. One man was tan and shirtless and the other was blonde with a tank top. Lincoln took out his binoculars to get a closer look of the truck. On the truck, it read "Royal Express" and "Contact Royal Express" with the phone number. There was also a picture of a buff guy on the truck. Lincoln finally got an idea. He went back inside.
"Guys, I've got a plan."
"What is it?" Clyde asked.
"You'll see." Lincoln got out his phone and dialed Royal Express. One of the buff guys answered.
"Royal Woods Express, can we service you?"
"Yes, I've got a problem. My friend Clyde is having a boxing match tomorrow and-"
"Wait, Clyde? The kid in the poster? You want us to help him?"
"Yes, is that okay?"
"Well, depends, what's in it for us?"
"I guarantee you'll get rewarded with money if Clyde wins the fight."
"Ok, we're in."
"Great. You're on the right street. Just meet us at the white house with the purple roof."
The movers spot the house.
"Got it." The tan man hung up. "We're about to get an easy payment."
"Well then, let's go." The men ran off to Clyde's house, and Hawk witnessed this.
"What's going on over there?" Then he heard fighting sounds coming from the McBrides house. Inside, the fighting effects are heard from a radio to make it seem like Clyde is fighting the two muscular men. Lynn just so happened to have a boxing sound effects tape. Lincoln and Clyde went to work disguising the men as beaten up workers to make it seem like Clyde beat them up. They had on bandages, body casts, fake black eyes, etc.
"Alright, your fake injuries look convincing." Lincoln said, as he showed their reflections in the mirror.
"Thanks for the help, guys." Clyde shook their hands. Lincoln opened the front door for the men and they walked out, pretending to be in pain. Clyde came out with his boxing gloves, waving a fist at them. "That's right! Don't mess with the champ!"
"Ooh, my aching bones!" The tan man groaned.
"That kid sure gave us a pounding." The blonde man moaned. Hawk saw them walking off and believed Clyde actually kicked their butts.
"Clyde, I never knew you had it in ya!" The bully said with shock. "I'm gonna have to train harder if I'm gonna kick your butt!"
Hawk went back into his house and started training harder. He was hitting a punching bag, running on a treadmill, and lifting a dumbbell at the same time. Lincoln saw the bully with his binoculars. "It worked! He really bought it!"
"What a sap!" Lynn mocked. The three kids laughed.
It was nighttime and Hawk was still training, doing other exercises. It got to the point where he got so tired and barely got any sleep. Saturday morning came and Clyde spotted Hawk through his binoculars, and the jock was still training but looked sleepy. Clyde chuckled at this, then noticed the time on his watch. It was almost time for the boxing match so he got ready. At Hawk's place, the bully struggled to stay awake but was awoken by his alarm clock and remembered the fight.
At the boxing stadium, the "Hawk vs Clyde" match was about to begin. The stadium was packed and Clyde's dads and his friends showed up to see the fight.
"This is it!" Harold said, proudly. "Our boy is actually in a boxing match!"
"Oh, I can't believe I let him go through with this!" Howard said worriedly. "It's a good thing I brought the first aid kit."
"No need for that, Mr. McBride." Lincoln assured. "He may have failed his training, but I came up with a plan to make sure he wins."
Howard fainted. Harold and Lincoln checked on him.
"He sure faints a lot, doesn't he?" Lincoln commented.
Finally, the announcer showed up. "Citizens Of Royals Woods, welcome to Royal Rumble!"
The crowd cheered.
"In my left corner, weighing in at 105 pounds, we have Clyde McBride!" He pointed at Clyde, who was in his boxing outfit. Clyde pumped his fists in the air, looking rather confident.
"And in my right corner, weighing in at two hundred and...something, Hawk!" He pointed at Hawk, who was sleeping but the jock still insisted on fighting.
The bell dinged and the match began. Clyde and Hawk met at the center of the ring. Clyde put up his dukes, but Hawk was so tired he fell face first on the ring and was knocked out. The announcer held Clyde's arm up.
"The winner, Clyde McBride!"
Clyde smiled proudly as the crowd cheered for him. Harold and Howard were happy and relieved that Clyde won the fight and didn't get hurt in the slightest. The buff movers from yesterday were there too, with one of them wearing a Clyde t-shirt.
"He won! He actually won!" Howard said through tears of joy.
"That was the lamest fight ever." Lynn commented.
"But at least he won." Lincoln said.
Back at the McBride's house, Clyde was given a large stack of money and was sharing it with his dads, Lincoln, and Lynn. A prize for winning the match and beating a school bully.
"This is too good to be true!" Lincoln said excitedly.
"You're rolling in dough, kid." Lynn said to Clyde.
"How bout a picture, champ?" Harold suggested as he took out his camera.
Clyde posed, leaning in front of the cash. "How's this?" Harold gave him a thumbs up and took his picture.
"Alright, now that that's done, who wants victory snacks?" Howard asked.
"I could eat." Lynn said.
"Me and Lincoln got something to do first." Clyde said.
"Okay, come in when you're ready." Harold said and the dads and the jock went inside to have snacks.
"Lincoln, we'll split the money and then we can plan on what to spend it on." Clyde explained.
"Great idea. I've got some things in mind."
As Lincoln and Clyde counted the money and split it, the two muscular movers showed up in their truck. They stopped by to receive their payment. Lincoln and Clyde were distracted with money, but then Lincoln noticed them.
"Clyde, you've got company."
Clyde turned around to see the movers. "Oh, hey you guys."
"Hey kid, we're here for our payment." The tan guy mentioned.
"Of course, I didn't forget. But we had a change of plans." Clyde took out a small bag.
"What do you mean?" The blonde guy asked.
"Due to our expensive needs, I can only offer you a small amount of money." Clyde took out one penny and held it out to them. "No need to thank me."
The buff guys didn't take that news well. They helped Clyde win a fight and all they got in return was a single penny?
The next thing Lincoln and Clyde knew, they were sent flying into the air by the muscular dudes and crashed through Hawk's window and into his house, where they ended up in Hawk's bedroom. This woke the bully up, and he saw the two boys had crashed into his wall. But how? Then Hawk heard the movers and looked out the window to see them stealing the money.
"That's the last time we fall for a kid's scam." The tan mover said. "Now let's beat it!" The movers got in the truck and drove off, spilling a bit of money.
Hawk came to the realization that Lincoln and Clyde tricked him! He growled and turned to the two boys. "You fakers!" He gained his strength back, put on his boxing gloves, and towered over Lincoln and Clyde, who looked on in fear. Unfortunately for them, Hawk knew the real boxing match wasn't over.