Wow. We're already on Episode 4! This series is really coming along! Before we jump into another Tarantula's Tale, let's read those reviews!
REVIEWS
Guest - The poison villain idea sounds interesting. I'll keep it in mind. I really hope Sid and the kids from City Slickers interact in the actual show. It would be really cool to see.
Matthew Crispin - In terms of which group of criminals is more dangerous I can't say for sure, but Great Lakes' villains are definitely gonna be more sinister.
J - Yeah I completely understand. I hope I don't scare anybody away by being too violent in these stories. I want it to be action packed but I believe there's a line somewhere. I'm not sure what's gonna happen to Zapp right now. He'll probably be back. Just not sure when.
Casa-G Fanboy - I had to include Sid. She's too good of a character not to have in this series! I plan on having Ronnie Anne's other neighbors show up as well.
Nick Name - Well, Bloodcurdle doesn't have to be announced publicly. It could be a name contained within Big Cheese's empire. Catalyst doesn't sound bad though. I don't know, I'll think about it some more or you can suggest another name if you want.
What adventure will Tarantula have this time? Let's find out! Reviews and constructive criticism welcome!
NB: Credit goes to Indy Scott for this episode's villain. Credit also goes to a Guest for a new character idea.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Loud House. All rights belong to Nickelodeon.
NB: The theme song is Feel Invincible by Skillet. Some lyrics have been slightly modified to fit the series. Otherwise, the song is exactly the same. I hope you all enjoy it!
Theme Song
Target on my back
Lone survivor lasts
They got me in their sights
No surrender no
Webs and stingers go
Living the dangerous life
Hey, hey, hey
Everyday when I wake
I'm trying to get up
They're knocking me down
Chewing me up
Spitting me out
Hey, hey, hey
When I need to be brave
You're making me strong
You're making me stand
Never will fall!
Never will end!
Shot like a rocket up into the sky
Nothing could stop me tonight
You make me feel invincible
Earthquake powerful
Just like a tidal wave
You make me brave
You're my titanium
Fight song raising up
Like a roar of victory in a stadium
Who can touch me 'cause I
(I'm made of fire!)
Who can stop me tonight
(I'm hard-wired!)
You make me feel invincible!
I feel, I feel it!
Invincible!
I feel, I feel it!
Invincible!
Episode 4: A Rough Patch
"Ouch!"
"Hold still cous! Just a few more stitches!" said Carlota.
"Could you hurry it up? This dress is starting to get a little hot." said Ronnie Anne, visibly sweating.
"Hey Ronnie Anne! What's going on?" asked Sid, suddenly entering the room.
"*sighs* Carlota has me modeling this stupid dress..." said Ronnie Anne.
"This stupid dress is my entry for Fashion Network's Teen Fashionista contest! The winning dress gets featured on the cover of their magazine and the winner also gets $2000!" said Carlota.
"Whoa! That's awesome! Well, good luck Carlota! You've got some real talent!" said Sid.
"Thanks Sid. Alright Ronnie, this is the last stitch. There! Now spin around for me?" said Carlota.
Ronnie Anne spun around in the dress, but it was clear that she was uncomfortable for some reason.
"Hmm. Something wrong cous?" asked Carlota.
"Yeah! This dress is way too hot! And not in the good way! I feel like I'm about to catch heat stroke from this thing!" said Ronnie Anne.
"Well, the dress is made of leather so it's absorbing a lot of heat. Maybe you should add some air holes to it Carlota." said Sid.
"Air holes...air holes...Ah-ha! I could use this mesh! I'd just have to undo some stitches. I have to hurry though." said Carlota.
"Why? When do you have to send this dress in?" asked Sid.
"Today! A truck's supposed to be picking it up in a few hours!" said Carlota.
"Oh boy." said Sid.
"Come on Ronnie, let's make this quick!" said Carlota, getting to work undoing stitches.
Later that day, at Fashion Network Headquarters...
"Where is Donahue? She's fifteen minutes late for this presentation!" said the President.
"Well, you know how unorganized she is Ms. Braxton." said the Vice President.
*doors burst open*
"Sorry I'm late Ms. Braxton! I was just putting some finishing touches on the-"
"I don't care to hear your excuses Ms. Donahue. Just present your piece!" said Ms. Braxton.
"Right. *clears throat* Presenting Rachel Donahue's newest creation in leather fashion!" said Rachel Donahue.
The lights in the meeting room were suddenly dimmed as the lights focused on the runway in the center of the room. A model suddenly appeared from the back area and walked the runway wearing a black leather dress with frills at the skirt and a black bow tied around its waist.
*lights turn back on and the whole room is in silence*
"...Well um, what do you think?" asked Rachel.
"To be honest Ms. Donahue, it's nothing I haven't seen before. I mean, even your model doesn't want to wear your dress! Look at her face!" said Ms. Braxton.
"My dear, is she sweating?" asked the Vice President.
"I'm sorry, but this dress is really hot! It's sticking to my skin!" said the model.
"Darn it! I thought for sure I got rid of that sticking problem!" said Rachel, to herself.
"Poor child, go take the dress off before you catch heat stroke! *sighs* Ms. Donahue honestly, I really feel like you're not...trying...um, excuse me? You!" said Ms. Braxton.
"Huh? You called me Miss?" asked a worker, who was wheeling some dresses past the meeting room.
"Yes...where did you get this dress?" asked Ms. Braxton.
"Oh, that was submitted by one of the Teen Fashionista contestants. The name tag's on the hem of the dress." said the worker.
"Carlota Casagrande. Wow! Now this is how you make a dress! It's all leather, but she had the creative insight to add mesh air pockets to the skirt and waistline of the dress! And look at the shoulders! Such beautiful frills! Someone get me this girl! She's a top level fashion designer!" said Ms. Braxton impressed.
"Ms. Braxton! Wait a second! I can edit my dress to match that. Just give me a day and I'll-"
"Enough Ms. Donahue. I don't want to hear it. This is the dress that'll be featured on the cover of our next magazine!" said Ms. Braxton.
"But, but-Wait! I can fix it, I promise you! Let me just run to my office and-Whoa!" exclaimed Rachel, as she tripped and fell into cart full of loose thread, being wheeled by the meeting room.
Her fall into the cart gave it momentum as it rolled down the hallway. Rachel screamed as the cart collided into a shelf, on which fabric chemicals were being stored. The impact of the crash caused the chemicals on the top shelf to fall, and they fell into the cart, the fluids soaking into Rachel's skin.
"My cart!" exclaimed the worker who was wheeling the loose thread around.
"Ms. Donahue, are you alright?" asked a male intern.
"Someone call 911! She needs to be treated for those chemical burns." said a female intern.
Rachel just sat there in the cart, trying to understand what just happened.
Later that night, at the Casagrandes...
*cat scratches and screams are heard followed by rapid banging on the front door*
"Hello?...Whoa..." said Ronnie Anne shocked.
"Hi. *gulps* Did you know there's a gang of savage cats outside your apartment?" asked the Vice President, looking rather frazzled.
"Yeah. They're usually around at night. I guess they got you huh?" said Ronnie Anne, trying to lighten the mood.
The Vice President just stood there in awkward silence.
"Ronnie Anne? Who are you taking to? Oh. Hello. Who are you?" asked Maria.
"I'm Zoey Robinson, vice president of Fashion Network. I'm looking for a Ms. Carlota Casagrande?" said Ms. Robinson.
"Carlota?" said Maria.
"Yes Auntie?" said Carlota.
"Come here for a second please?" said Maria.
"Yes?...Hi." said Carlota, staring wide eyed at Ms. Robinson.
"Are you Carlota?" asked Ms. Robinson.
"Yes, I am." said Carlota.
"On behalf of Ms. Braxton, president of Fashion Network, we officially declare you as the winner of the Teen Fashionista contest!" said Ms. Robinson, as she gave Carlota the cash prize.
"Oh my gosh! Are you serious?" said Carlota.
"It gets better honey. Ms. Braxton was so impressed with your work, she's offering you a position as our lead teen fashion designer!" said Ms. Robinson.
"Get out!" exclaimed Carlota excited.
"What's going on honey?" asked Frida, now joining the group.
"Mom! I just won the Teen Fashionista contest! And guess what? The president is offering me a job as a teen fashion designer!" said Carlota.
"Oh that's wonderful honey! Congratulations!" said Frida, as she brought her daughter in for a hug.
"You can come by the headquarters tomorrow. Just ask for Ms. Braxton at the front desk and I'll come down to escort you. See you tomorrow Ms. Carlota!" said Ms. Robinson, turning to leave.
"Thank you so much!" said Carlota, closing the door behind her.
"Congratulations Carlota. I'm happy for you." said Ronnie Anne.
"Thanks cous!" said Carlota.
Suddenly, a shrill scream was heard outside the apartment. Ronnie Anne looked out the window to see Ms. Robinson running away from the street cats.
"*shakes her head* Totally forgot about the cats." said Ronnie Anne.
Meanwhile, across town...
*Rachel staggers into her apartment and shuts the door*
"*kicks off her shoes* I don't want to do anything but relax..." said Rachel, as she approached her couch.
As she walked across her carpeted floor, she could tell she was being met with some type of resistance.
"What the?" said Rachel, as it appeared that the carpet had attached itself to the bottoms of her feet.
"Why is this carpet sticking to me?" Rachel asked herself.
She started hopping over to her countertop in the hopes of freeing her feet from the carpet. She placed her hands on a nearby dishcloth for a split second, but it was enough for it to become attached to her hands as well.
"Oh no...What is going on? Get off my hands!" said Rachel, getting stressed.
She tried pulling her hands free of the dishcloth, but when she pulled back, it was revealed that it's threads had become interwoven with her hands.
"No...this isn't right. Something's wrong!" said Rachel, as she started getting freaked out.
She stumbled back and tripped over a basket of laundry, which ended up spilling onto her.
*Rachel lets out muffled screams beneath the laundry pile*
Suddenly, the laundry pile started to unravel, as clothes began breaking down into loose thread. This loose thread began attaching itself to Rachel's skin, eventually becoming her skin. Once the pile disappeared, Rachel got up and looked at her hands and feet. She was understandably freaked out and ran into her bathroom to check her mirror.
"AAAAHHH!" screamed Rachel horrified.
The next day, at Fashion Network...
"I was really impressed with your designs Carlota. Your creativity is just what we need in our teen fashion division." said Ms. Braxton.
"Well I'm honored to have this opportunity Ms. Braxton. I promise I won't let you down." said Carlota.
"Happy to hear it dear. Now, I have a lot of work to do. Ms. Robinson? Would you mind showing Ms. Carlota around?" asked Ms. Braxton.
"Of course! Right this- *doors suddenly forced open* way..." said Ms. Robinson.
Suddenly, all attention was turned to the doors and standing there was none other than Rachel. Her skin was now entirely made of loose thread. At the top of her head, there was a knot where a ponytail, also made of fabric, was attached.
"R-Rachel?" said Ms. Robinson in shock.
"Yes! It's me!" said Rachel.
"What happened to you?" asked Ms. Braxton.
"I don't know! I went home yesterday and fabric kept attaching itself to me! It won't come off!" exclaimed Rachel.
"Okay Ms. Donahue, calm down. Let's think about this for a second." said Ms. Braxton.
"Ms. Braxton, I need help! This was caused by that accident I had yesterday!" said Rachel.
"*scoffs* That accident happened on your own accord. We're not liable for that." said Ms. Braxton.
"What?! It happened in your workplace!" said Rachel.
"So I've heard. I didn't see it happen." said Ms. Braxton.
"Wha? How could you? You owe me!" exclaimed Rachel.
"I don't owe you a thing Ms. Donahue. You had a freak out yesterday that got you in the situation you're in now. Now please, go take care of yourself and don't come back until you get that fabric off of you." said Ms. Braxton.
"It can't come off! You wanna try?!" said Rachel, as she approached Ms. Braxton.
"Ms. Donahue. Please keep your distance." said Ms. Braxton.
"You're scared of me aren't you? You don't want this accident to get out in the news! How Fashion Network's president let one of her fashion designers become a patched up ragdoll!" exclaimed Rachel furious.
"Freeze!"
"Don't move!"
Suddenly, two security guards began tasing Rachel. However, the electricity didn't seem to be affecting her.
"Didn't you meat heads ever take science? Fabric is a poor conductor of electricity!" said Rachel, as she detached the taser darts from herself.
"Ms. Donahue, please. Let's try to be rational." said Ms. Robinson, trying to reason with Rachel, as she lightly held her right arm.
"Don't touch me!" said Rachel, as she grabbed Ms. Robinson with her other arm and suddenly trapped her in fabric.
"Ms. Robinson!" exclaimed Ms. Braxton in shock.
"Alright, that's it!" said one of the security guards, as he approached Rachel to try and apprehend her.
Rachel grabbed the security guard by one of his shirt sleeves and began unraveling it.
"Hey! This is my only dress shirt!" said the security guard.
Once the security guard had been robbed of his shirt, Rachel used the shirt thread and some fabric from herself to make a rope.
"*ties the rope around the guards* There! I just roped y'all in!" said Rachel. "Now...Ms. Braxton..." said Rachel, in a sinister tone.
"No...stay away from me!" exclaimed Ms. Braxton.
Rachel unraveled the material of the rug on her floor and then used it to ensnare her.
*Ms. Braxton is stuck in a rolled up carpet*
"Carlota! Run! Call the police dear!" exclaimed Ms. Braxton.
"Carlota?" said Rachel.
Rachel suddenly remembered that name from yesterday.
"It's you! You're the girl who upstaged me yesterday!" said Rachel angered.
"Look, miss, I don't know what you're talking about but-Aah!"
Carlota nearly dodged one of Rachel's fabric traps.
"Okay, I'm just gonna go!" said Carlota, as she frantically ran out of Ms. Braxton's office.
"Get back here!" exclaimed Rachel, as she gave chase after her.
Carlota ran down the hallway, panting heavily.
"I gotta call Ronnie." said Carlota, as she dialed Ronnie Anne's number.
Ronnie is playing a game on her phone when it suddenly starts ringing.
"Hey Carlota. What's up?" asked Ronnie Anne.
"Ronnie! I need your help!" exclaimed Carlota.
"What's the problem?" asked Ronnie Anne, getting concerned.
"There's this crazy lady who can control fabric! She's trapped the president and vice president of Fashion Network! Now she's after me and trapping anybody else who gets in her way!" said Carlota.
The scene switches back to show Rachel trapping random workers with a variety of different fabrics. From yarn, to wool, even fur.
"Please Ronnie, you've got to help me!" said Carlota.
"Don't worry cousin. I'll be there." said Ronnie Anne.
"Thanks Ro-Whoa!"
"Carlota?" said Ronnie Anne worried.
Rachel had tripped Carlota down using some loose strands of cotton.
"Ms. Braxton must think I'm a loose thread. *smirks* After I'm done with you, she'll see I'm her strongest stitch." said Rachel, as she tied Carlota up using the cotton and some of her fabric.
"Carlota?" said Ronnie Anne again.
Carlota's line suddenly disconnected.
"Someone's got a spider bite with their name on it!" said Ronnie Anne, as she activated her pendant and turned into Tarantula.
A few minutes later at Fashion Network Headquarters...
*Tarantula swings into the building through a broken window*
"Hello? Is anyone here?" asked Tarantula.
"Someone help!"
"Please help me!
"Up here!"
Tarantula quickly ascended the stairs and found herself on the top floor, where she found a bunch of trapped employees.
"Yikes. It looks like a fashion disaster in here." said Tarantula.
Tarantula took a step forward and realized she stepped on something. She stepped back and realized that it was Carlota's phone. She picked it up and examined it.
"Carlota...where'd she go?" asked Tarantula, in her thoughts.
Suddenly, police sirens were heard outside the building. Tarantula ran over to a window and saw police approaching the entrance. She also saw other police cars racing past the building, heading downtown.
"Where are those guys going?" said Tarantula, to herself.
"Hello? Tarantula? Are you gonna help us?" asked a male worker.
"Uh, sorry. I have to go. Don't worry though, the police will help you shortly." said Tarantula, as she kicked out a window and then swung through it, heading downtown.
Meanwhile with Rachel and Carlota...
"Stop! Stop! This is like way too high!" exclaimed Carlota frightened.
Rachel had taken her to the top of a billboard and tied her to the top of one of the posts.
"There! Now you can be the center of attention in every direction!" said Rachel.
"I never wanted to be the center of attention! I just sent a dress in for a contest! I didn't know it would make you look bad!" said Carlota.
"You made a fool of me! You know how long I've worked for that company? They've never given me the respect I deserve! And then you show up, Ms. "top level fashion designer", and suddenly Ms. Braxton fawns all over you! I've had it! This is the beginning of a new era for the Fashion Network." said Rachel.
Rachel started slowly unraveling Carlota's trap. Soon, there would be nothing tying her to the post and she would fall to the ground below.
"Miss please! Don't do this! I'm just a teenager! I was never going to upstage you!" said Carlota.
"Oh please! I know how this works. Sooner or later Ms. Braxton would've given you a promotion, made you chief fashion designer or something, and then you would become my boss! Imagine that? A child leading a grown woman! I won't have it!" said Rachel, as she continued to unravel Carlota's trappings.
*police suddenly arrive at the scene and push through the crowd*
"Give me a megaphone." said Richards, as one of his officers handed him a megaphone.
"Listen to me, uh, whatever you are. My men and I do not want to use force! So, let's avoid any unfortunate outcomes and please release the girl." said Richards.
"Well, I was trying to build up suspense but what the heck! *loosens Carlota from the post* Bye bye!" said Rachel.
Carlota screamed as she started falling to the ground. Suddenly, Tarantula swooped in and saved her from her fall.
"*panting heavily* Tarantula!" said Carlota relieved.
"Told you I'd be here." said Tarantula.
Just then, Tarantula's spider senses kicked in, and she pulled Carlota out the way to dodge another fabric trap.
"You idiot! She was supposed to die!" exclaimed Rachel, from atop the billboard.
"(whispered) Run home Carlota. I'll lead her away from here. (to Rachel) Hey! I don't know if you're trying to make a fashion statement, but what you just did was in poor taste!" said Tarantula.
"Oh shut up! What are you gonna do about it?" said Rachel.
Tarantula answered her question with a jump kick to her face.
"Alright. Now you're dead." said Rachel, as she leaped off of the billboard, in pursuit of Tarantula.
Rachel landed on a rooftop and started firing balls of fabric at Tarantula. Tarantula dodged these and these shot webs at Rachel. However, her webbing didn't stick to her.
"*laughs* I finally got rid of that sticking problem." said Rachel.
"Grr! You're a real piece of work, you know that? You're a patched up mess!" said Tarantula, punching and kicking away at her.
"Watch what you say girl. I put my patches to good work! Hmm. Patchwork. That's good!" said Rachel, now known as Patchwork.
Patchwork managed to grab hold of one of Tarantula's arms while she was swinging at her. She then started to unravel the fabric of her costume.
"Hey! This is mine!" exclaimed Tarantula, as she shot a web at her face in panic.
This made her lose concentration for a second to allow Tarantula to escape from her grasp. Tarantula looked at her costume and saw that her right sleeve and part of her hood was missing.
"Okay, it's time to trash some fashion." said Tarantula, entering a fighting stance.
"*makes a net with Tarantula's costume fabric* Come here you little insect! I've got a net just for you!" said Patchwork.
Tarantula then approached Patchwork who had her net open ready to catch Tarantula. Then, Tarantula leaped forward and burned through the net using the acid venom that came from her hands. She then shot an acid venom projectile that burned a hole through Patchwork.
*Tarantula lands on the rooftop after jumping through the hole she made in Patchwork*
"*grunts in pain* I can stitch this together!" said Patchwork, trying to keep herself from falling apart.
"Miss, it's over. You're falling apart." said Tarantula, as she shot out more acid venom projectiles at her.
The acid venom began eating away at her fabric bound body, and she slowly began to disintegrate. Patchwork stumbled back trying to collect herself and ended up falling backwards off of the roof. Tarantula watched as she fell into a dumpster in an alleyway below. The only remains of her were loose threads.
"Boy, she was really fashion crazy." said Tarantula, as she shot a web out and swung away from the scene.
As she left the area, the police arrived and Richards watched her leave. A scowl was plastered on his face.
Later that afternoon at the Casagrandes...
"There! That should fix your costume Ronnie." said Carlota, finishing the last stitch.
"Thanks Carlota." said Ronnie Anne, as she deactivated her pendant to don her regular attire again.
Just then, Carlota pulled Ronnie Anne into a big hug.
"What's this for?" asked Ronnie Anne.
"For saving me. Who knows what could've happened if you didn't show up when you did." said Carlota, with slight tears in her eyes.
"Hey, I already told you I'd be there. I wasn't about to lose another family member. You can always count on me Carlota. Me and Tarantula." said Ronnie Anne.
"That's crazy isn't it? Both of you helped me out today! Thanks again for helping me win the contest cousin!" said Carlota.
"You're welcome. It's too bad that it caused you so much trouble though." said Ronnie Anne.
"Yeah. All over a job..." said Carlota.
Suddenly, a cellphone could be heard ringing. Carlota recognized the ringtone as hers and began looking for her cellphone.
"My cellphone! Where is it?! *gasps* I must've left it at-"
"No worries. I've got you." said Ronnie Anne, handing Carlota her cellphone.
"You're the best Ronnie. *answers the call* Hello?...Yes?...Oh that's okay...Um, sure! Yeah, I'd love to!...Thanks so much! Bye!" said Carlota, as she hung up her phone.
"That was Ms. Braxton, the president of Fashion Network! She asked me if I still wanted to be a teen fashion designer!" said Carlota.
"You still want to?" asked Ronnie Anne.
"Of course! I have a passion for fashion that can't be stopped by some fabric. Look out Great Lakes! Fashion Network has a new fashion designer! Carlota Casagrande!" said Carlota excitedly.
"Woot woot! Congratulations Carlota!" said Sid, suddenly appearing in the doorway.
"Sid, why are you just appearing lately?" asked Ronnie Anne.
"Well, I was coming over to ask you about what happened downtown and then I overheard the amazing news!" said Sid.
"Well grab a seat Sid. Have I got a story for you." said Ronnie Anne, as she began retelling the events of that day.
Meanwhile at Great Lakes City PD...
"What do you mean you're gonna handle it? I can't just step back and let you run this city!" said Richards, on a phone call.
*someone knocks at his door*
"You know what? We'll talk. Bye. *hangs up the phone* Come in." said Richards.
"You wanted to see me Commissioner?" asked a female detective.
"Yes. I want you to handle a case for me, but it's strictly confidential. It's only between you and me." said Richards.
"Okay. What is it?" asked the female detective.
"I want you to find out who Tarantula is." said Richards.
"*smirks* Don't worry Commissioner. If anyone's going to find out her identity, it's me." said the female detective.
"I'd hope so with you being our lead detective. Don't let me down Cassidy." said Richards.
"You don't need to worry Commissioner. Cassidy's on the case." said Detective Cassidy, as she exited Richards' office.
Threads are starting to weave together as not one, not two, but three parties are now after Tarantula. Things can only get more dangerous from here. What does this mean for our purple clad spider heroine? Find out on the next SLTS: Tarantula's Tales!
See you guys around!