Chapter 28: Part 6: It's Always Sunny in Royal Woods: Phantom Garments and Bamboozled Bathroom Show-Tunes
Earlier before the bathroom, down in the basement...
Luan's mind was slowly awakening, her eyes struggling open, her nervous system slowly tracing its reach. Her limbs felt extremely wobbly and foreign, her body near-weightless. The sensation of tingles flowed all about her like a raging flooded stream as her mind was attempting to figure out exactly what had happened.
She noticed she was face-first in the Loud family's bunches of dirty laundry, squished at the very bottom, worn, wrinkled, dirty and messy clothing surrounding her all around.
"Uuuuuuuugh...I feel like I got roofied by a British criminal with a ton of...tea shirts...ehehehehehhe...still got it," Luan weakly chuckled as she started wiggling her fingers and toes, then moving her joints slowly.
"What in heavens name happened? I...I passed out for some reason," Luan began to mumble, tracing back in her mind the last few things she could recall, "...I...something about a sweet...which I think I did pretty good, brownie points for me, ehehehhe...BROWNIES! Holy crap that's...I remember! Brownies...it had something to do with Luna cooking brownies! Or, me cooking brownies, something like that; one of us or maybe both made brownies a certain way...I...I think we added something else?"
Luan was pulling herself out of the mountain of dirty clothes, climbing out like she was submerged under an avalanche; it seemed to go on forever.
"Jesus we have a lot of clothing, who's is this anyways?" She grumbled. A bunch of rolled up stinky socks fell from a crack of jeans and blouses above right onto her face.
"...yup...groooooooss, that's Lynn's...UUUUUGH YUCK!" Luan groaned freaking out, spitting up as the odor went right up her nose and mouth.
"Light...air, I need air!" Luan begged, before a small glimmer of light shown above in a small pocket of air surrounding some of Luna and Lincoln's clothing; his shirts and her purple kilts.
"Ah, sanctuary," she cooed, popping out and tumbling down the huge pile of clothing, landing face-first in Lana's muddy clothing.
"BLECK! Why does Lana like all that dirt? She could stand to shovel it instead of rolling in it. It's not like a ground-breaking feat...hehehehe...pun."
Luan got up and wiped the dirt off her clothes, looking on at the colossal pile of clothing that seemed to have formed.
"Who's turn was it anyways to do the laundry? I did it last week...let's see...Luna already did it the week before...before then Leni...hmmm...Lincoln before...LYNN!" Luan growled, kicking some of Lynn's jersey shirts, before several of her jock straps and dirty socks rolled from the top pile and bounced off Lincoln and Luna's jeans, landing straight on Luan's face and head.
"...yup, God hates me," Luan said, cringing her body in shear repulsion. "How in hell does Lucy tolerate this? My GOD! EEEEEW! EEEWWW! EEEEEEEW!" Luan freaked out, walking backwards, slamming into the corner boiler, several loose pipes Lana still had not gotten to yet coming down and bonking Luan one by one on the head.
"Awwwww coconuts...ow," Luan whimpered, "maybe I should pipe-down...hahahaha...ooooooooow."
Luan rubbed her scalp, flicking off all of Lynn's soiled garments off into the pile with the pipe.
"Okay...uuugh, my head...lord knows how many callouses I've just come in contact with...yuckies."
Luan cracked her neck, the residual tingles in her body still roaring away from the brownies, as her vision felt like it was playing tricks on her. The walls seemed to get closer, then farther away, then closer again.
"Dang it, I'm still higher than a cloud. I need to see how everyone is doing and make sure the house is still in one piece...well pieces," Luan said, looking at the pipes.
"Noooooooooo Luan, stay with us," a voice called out, scaring Luan half to death. She quickly turned around to the stairs; no one.
"HELLO?"
"Whoa you're tripping luv, reeeeeeeeeeelaaaaaaaaaaaaaax," another voiced called, sounding a little too familiar and raspy.
"Luna!?"
"I think you need some help Luan. Here, let us help you," a voiced called out, sounding bubbly yet with an undercurrent of lust and naughtiness.
"Le...Leni?" Luan quietly asked, still looking at the stairs.
"Over here Groucho Marx," a sly voiced called out, sounding like a sarcastic Lynn.
"Lynn?" Luan weakly called out.
"Over hear Luan, please, we want to help you," a sweet voice called out.
"Li...Lincoln?"
Luan turned around, trying to focus her ears on the source of her sibling's voices; they all came from the clothing pile.
"Are...are you all hiding in there? IS THIS SOME KIND OF PRANK!?" Luan yelled with terrified anger.
"Hardly Black Magic Woman," a voiced called out in a British accent, Luna's quilt and shirtless skull shirt suddenly twirled up in a small vortex, forming and moving as though Luna was wearing them right then and there.
"WHAT THE-" Luan harshly screamed before Leni's dress did the same, followed by Lynn's jersey and shorts, then lastly, Lincoln's blue jeans and orange polo, all drifting over to Luan in a ghostly yet human-like manner, as though they were sliding across the ground versus levitating.
"...YUUUUP...I'M ON A TRIP, I'M FUCKED!" Luan hoarsely cried in her throat, turning like a dime to run up the stairs, before a wall of Luna, Lynn, Leni and Lincoln's clothing blocked her path.
"What...what the hell do you want from me?" Luan sniveled.
"We want to help you silly," Leni's voice called from her clothing, gently swooshing in the air over to her, pressing against Luan's frame; Luan could swear she felt Leni's arms and by extension mauling bearish strength constrict her.
"You want to help me? All of you?"
"Of course we do Luan," Lincoln's clothing said, his too floating over and hugging softly around her, followed by Luna and Lynn's clothing.
"You really want to help me?" Luan asked with a hiccup.
"Of course Luan!" Lynn called out happily," we all want to help you...release," she said with a mischievous, sensual tone.
"...release?" Luan said, wide eyed, unsure of the implication, before all the clothing pulled her down.
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU-"
"Ssssssssssssssshhhh," Luna's clothing salaciously hissed in Luna's ear, before she suddenly sang in a sultry whispery heavy tone.
"Releaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase for us Luaaaaaaaaaaaan, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhmmm. Releaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase for me."
"Releaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase, for weeeeeeeeeeee," the other clothes moaned out in a sing-song tone, before they all sang in unison, Luan's body shaking, sweating, frozen and panic-stricken.
"Rel...release what?" Luan said, biting her lip in terror.
"Release yourself comedy-girl," Lynn's clothing said, before the clothing pulled her up to her feet, twirling around her like a tornado, dancing with her about all around the basement, Luan being tugged to and fro.
"Release for weeeeee Luan Looooouuuuud. You know you want to let loose, so go ahead and decease with that fake inner peeaaaaaaaace!" They sang before twirling her into the huge pile of laundry.
"So you can get plooooowed...cause all you want is to ploooooow, get plowed, all at once, to get freaky with your inner demons and finally unleash! Unload in your siblings, don't you dare fret! Wipe your cold sweat! Fire off your womanly gas jet and take advantage of this Loud quartet!"
Leni and Lynn's clothing pulled Luan up in the air as Lincoln and Luna's clothes orbitated around her as Luna's clothes sang, Leni and Lynn's clothing humming the melody.
"As yet, she really hasn't had her dream cooooome to fruition but, I'll bet! She'll be the first to have a ride on your toasty warm baguette," Luna's clothing sang to Luan and Lincoln's clothes. Lincoln's clothes suddenly began moving like he was really in them, walking towards her gingerly.
"Luan, so sweet, so pranky and goofy and a comedy elite! You know what a bombshell you are, and how much you seek, getting closer and closer in your own special ways, caring and loving us all, the whole family." Lincoln's clothes pressed up along Luan's breasts and groin, Luan feeling both terrified and turned on, sweat cascading down her form.
"Go ahead and release for me Luan, let loose...be free," Lincoln's phantom clothing sang in a whisper, as the clothing from Luna, Lynn and Leni's phantom forms swaggered all around and over her...and suddenly their pace became more animated...more cartoony and looney in a way. Luna's clothing bounced over to her.
"Rockin Raggae, pumpin pipes, singin, dancin and playin cause it's in my genotype! I harp away, bongo all day, I don't apologize for amping my tunes from Sunday to Sunday!"
Luan was slack-jawed, surprised by the amped up singing the clothing of her sibling was doing. Then Leni's clothing twirled next to Luan, a very delicate coat flew from the pile towards her.
"Lookie here Luan, my turncoat is just super totes! A lil stitch here, a tailcoat there, a flowery vine design over there, and it's like, so an ultra popping totes rain coat! A dash of red, orange and yellow, pops out the purple and my seafoam green, to make this fashion statement a mellow yummy keen, LIKE YAY!"
Luan couldn't help but smile from imaging Leni saying "yay" like she did so happily that her tongue would stick out. Lynn's clothes raged over next, and several of her and other clothing piles turned into clothing balls bouncing about.
"I'ma pounder, shooter, slammer and smasher! I kick the crap outta anything that comes at me! Bring it, I'll dominate, win and score, you got no clue what your weak ass's punishment is gonna be in store! Even if I'm the number one at every sport there is, I'mma help you up up cause I don't want ya to crash and fizz." Lynn's clothing gloated, yet swung by Luan and gave a hug to her out of the blue, "and even if I'm the best, don't get wrecked, cause you got me wrecked with the biggest chest of all our sets, ehehehe."
Luan chuckled, albiet nervously at how Lynn's clothing made small bumps like they were Lynn's B sized breasts. Then Lincoln's clothes swirled into Luan, pulling her down onto the laundry pile as it laid next to her, seemingly sing-conversing.
"Gameplay, sci fi, Ace-Savy and strategy, yup I'm a boring lil bro with meager activity, but surviving in a house with sisters like you? I gotta plan ahead or I'll get my butt kicked to Kalamazoo! Gotta be tactical, resourceful, and understanding, especially with my lovely gal in rock clothes dressing. But I'll tell ya a secret, so never forget, if I wasn't with her, I'd be your white-haired horny cadet." And Lincoln's invisible face seemed to plant a loving kiss on Luan's face; she went red, imagining his freckled cheeks and loving grin and green eyes staring swooningly at her, just like she so longed for.
"Linc..oln," Luan hiccuped, before she felt a monster jolting surge of happiness, a flame in her heart flicked from that kiss, even if it wasn't actually happening.
"I...I feel...so," Luan tried saying, stumbling on the rapid surge of joy coursing through her, the inner comedian, inner entertainer and cloud boiling up again after feeling so dormant and underused lately.
"Come on Luan, you know you wanna," Luna's clothes said, the collar seemingly winking at her.
"Yeah Luan! Like, so totes let loose and fleece!" Leni's clothing said wiggling back and forth.
"That's release Leni," Lynn corrected, "but yeaaaaaaah Luan! Do it! Bring it, you got this!"
"You can do it Luan. Please, release, for us, for me," Lincoln's clothing said so supportively, that the music she could hear got even louder, and a wash of things suddenly caused Luan to burst out singing.
"Every now and then I think the world's a scary place, but I remember it looks better with a pie thrown at your face. If the glass looks half empty, break up the empty half! And use it as a pirate's leg, give everyone a laugh! Rubber duckies, wind-up monkeys, six-foot leprechauns! Well life's my stage, a laugh parade. Yeah, that's my kind of , hey!"
Luan heaved in a huge breath of fresh air, singing that random piece that just popped out of nowhere. She found herself standing on top of the laundry pile, Lincoln, Leni, Luna and Lynn's clothing she previously singing and hovering about, still in the pile.
She coughed a little, looked around and saw the pipes she bumped earlier on the ground.
"Whoa...did I just have a serious trip?"
"Nooooope," the clothes from the four suddenly said.
"Hehehehe, good, hope this wasn't tripping my style...now...to take this rodeo on the road," Luan said, her happy face morphining into a questionable look of...jolly mayhem, as she heard some commotion come from above the house. The vents on the side gave way to some noises coming from the bathroom.
"...and I have my first audience," Luan grinned cheek to cheek with violently jolly intent.
To present...
The blaring hybrid of carny-style beats and big band brassy music followed all around a giggling and bulgy-eyed Luan twirling all over on her unicycle around a petrified Lincoln and Lynn.
"God this is sooooooo spooky dude, she's like, circling us like Jaws!"
"Just keep calm Lynn. Yeeeeesh, wherever that music is coming from, it sounds like if ya super-collided Honey I Shrunk the Kids and that Genie song from Aladdin. It's gotta be those brownies we ate Lynn, they totally amplified her, whatever they had insi- WHOOOAAAA-!"
Luan wrapped Lincoln in a rainbow handkerchief chain and twirled him like a spin-top, rickocheting him into the bathtub.
"LINCOLN!?" Lynn shouted out, running over to him, before she was lassoed by Luan and spun around in a circle, before she too was dropped onto Lincoln in the bath tub. It was a surprisingly soft landing. Both looked down and saw yellow pillows under them.
"How'd she sneak those pillows in here?" Lincoln asked and Lynn wondered, before the bathroom lights went out. One mysterious light beam from above dropped down onto Luan, following her twirling circular motion on the unicycle, and began singing a Roger Rabbit- Genie esque style tune.
"Now folks please take a seat, get off those tired achy feet! Be still your hearts a-super plenty, this clown's got tricks that'll put to shame any cognoscenti!"
A mini-pipe organ spun around her waist as she sprayed a gas from balloons deflating all around, shooting here and there all over before swooping back into a pouch on her back. The gas swirled around Lincoln and Lynn, causing them to start laughing uncontrollably.
"Chemo-wasabi ploys I do enjoy, infused with chuckling drafts and breezes so super-coy! I got a nice cream pie ready for the masses, and don't ya like my crazy wacky glasses?" Luan had a pair of google-eye Groucho Marx google-eyes with a huge mustache wiggle along her lips up to her eye brows, winking upwards and she unicycled to Lynn and Lincoln holding a huge cream pie, throwing it up in the air as though she was aiming for them, then suddenly dipped down and let it hit her square in the face.
"I just got creamed but I ain't gonna cry, I'm the Grand Poobah of jokes, that's undoubtedly why! It's really something I'm totally giddy for, waffling away and gettin used to life's twisted humor! I'm the pun, quip and quintessential innuendo, this cosmic dust will decrescendo to crescendo! Significance? HA! HA HA! What a laugh! It's funny cause it means all-for-not, life's rhythm is a total flippin gaffe! I'ma wisecrack, pull a one-liner, give a knee-slapper and"ll pull a prank to end all with my ultimate comical smacker!"
Luan suddenly unicycled over to Lincoln and Lynn, still frozen in the bathtub, engrossed yet terrified in Luan's manic cartoony jazzy singing number. Luan froze her motion, then bent down, looking at them with this possessed, almost near nihilistic grin, as though everything was pointless, but she was still having a good laugh from it.
"Luuuuuuaaaaaan? What are you doing?" Lincoln coughed out to her, reigning his laughing in, his nerves shot from her carny carnal presence.
"Are ya done yet Luanitic?" Lynn joked under her breath, trying to act tough but in reality her toes curled in fear and her legs and arms shaking under Lincoln, only now stopping her giggle fits from the gas. And Luan just kept singing...
"Luanitic? Oooh, I like that sports-star! That's a good one, you're really shootin far! I'm glad you like learning how to pun afar, but let me demonstrate a lesson from the master, ME, cause if ya don't learn now, you'll be shipped out to paster," Luan hummed as a beautiful golden-yellow Lily-flower flowed open on her costume just above her left breast, producing a pungent honey-coconut odor that was very pleasing.
And then it squirted all over Lincoln and Lynn's faces.
"Hey! What the-" Lynn growled.
"And that's my cue, now to let you two have double-trouble fun which can't be undone! Continue tripping out on the extract from my yummy brownie nums, YUM! And since we're in the can, I'll finish in the bowl, blam! Urine trouble, ahahahahahah! Oh, that performance was piss-poor! Nailed it! Pee-ple, these are the jokes so let them tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinkle away! Or should I say, drib-drab dribble away! LOL."
"OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH LUAN!" Lynn roared out at her, wiggling out of the bathtub now fed up and pissed off.
Luan suddenly exposed her huge breasts right in Lynn's face, Lincoln and Lynn's faces flaring up a ghost pepper red in shock as their mouths dropped open. Luan gave a playful kinky grin, before grabbing her breasts hard, shooting several huge jets of her breast milk right into Lynn's face and mouth. Lynn couldn't help but suddenly feel submissively turned on, frozen on the spot from seeing Luan's enormous breasts skirting, Lincoln as well, sinking into the tub trying not to be aroused.
"It's not nice Lynn to throw negative verbal ilk, while I'm spinning a tapestry of word-salad silk. So there! Milk will cool your temper, tasty like coconut sweets but better! Can't boob your way outta this one cause I'm the only one who's gonna be boobing around, my big titties swagging and rolling around in splendor that catapults gallons like a Dairyland-clown! Teehee!"
Lynn threw herself back into the tub with Lincoln, landing on him with a hardy thud, the pillows now mysteriously gone under them in the bathtub.
"WHERE'D THEY GO? HOW'D SHE-?" Lincoln cried out before the lights went out, the breathing of Luan hovering like a playful predator salivating over getting ready to pounce on them. And the carny song morphed into a huge grand finale.
"As Grey once said, ladies, gentlemen and fries, ignorance is bliss, tis folly to be wise! But I surmise, my heart is locked to capitalize, on white, purple, red and sea foam green skies, no way to depressurize, my kinks take me down like Clinton's demise! Can't reorganize, can't moralize, stuck on his gallant size! No way to humanize, chained to fantasize, tummy has fireflies, craving to be fertilized! My soul has catalyzed demon-eyes, on the people I just wanna lustily harmonize! It ain't likewise, no way, it's just snake-eyes! I can't stop em, my cries, my utter denies! Of the disguise I marinate through my creamy comedy pies! The prize, the thighs, the rise, my intricate ties, all circling clockwise to the dreamy sunrise! The nihilist knows it's totally unwise, gotta circumcise, capsize and self-ostracize! My mind's polarized, penalized, jeopardized, antagonized, winterized, criminalized, cannibalized, disorganized! It needs to be sanitized, hospitalized, evangelized and tranquilized! But more than anything it wants to apologize, for the wicked things it wishes to actualize! We're sorry, we don't wish it, we love you till we agonize, and hope we never have to make our goodbyes! Cause my heart just screams you're the ultimate PRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZE!" Luan sang at the top of her lungs as the bathroom was awash with a massive light show and the music blasting around, streamers and balloons and all manner of party material swirling like a gigantic whirling pool around Luan, a blaring show of a multitude of colors and comedy props flowing in the air following her as she spun in maddening speeds on her unicycle, now laughing hysterically at the top of her lungs.
Lincoln and Lynn sank as deep in the bath tub, Lynn holding onto Lincoln from shear unadulterated horror of what was happening.
"MAKE IT STOP LINCOLN!" Lynn cried out as loud as she could to Lincoln, tears forming in her eyes as he held her tight, himself unable to fully digest the unholy carny sights before him.
Lincoln held onto her as she dug her face into his shoulder, trying in vein to shout over the sounds drowning the landscape all around.
"LUAN, STOP IT, YOU'RE TERRIFYING HER!" Lincoln roared out, still utterly drowned by the noise and ghoulishly blasting music.
And in one split second, Luan flicked the top opening of the little organ at her side. The cyclone of lights, comedy props, buzzer sounds, horns, anything Luan-centric items, flowed into the tiny little organ's top opening, till the last tiny pieces of confetti on the other corner of the bathroom and under Lincoln and Lynn flowed like a ghost to its manor. The bathroom door popped open, and she unicycled backwards, popping a top hat with Gary her white-rabbit pet and bowing several times.
"My lovely duo audience, I bid you farewell. I gotta head out though cause it's starting to smell, ha! Hope ya liked me, my conscious in a nutshell, and that my show rocked hard like Luna's Punk-show from hell! My one self-critique of my musical carousel, is that it needed way, WAY more COWBELL! BLAM!" Luan sang with a Walken-esque impression as she pulled a Cowbell instrument from her sleeve, slamming Lynn Sr's cowbell in one loud swing, then unicycled out yelling, "THANK YOU, GOODNIGHT!"
And the bathroom door closed, the lock flicked on, even when there was no one next to the door.
Lincoln and Lynn huddled still, both a terrified mess in the Loud bathtub for several minutes. Both on edge, not wanting to budge or move an inch in fear Luan would come back even worse than before.
"That...was the most fucked up thing I've ever been through," Lynn groaned in Lincoln's shoulder, wiping a tear as Lincoln consoled her.
"I...I think she's gone," Lincoln said. He slowly got up and rubbed his head. He helped Lynn out of the bath tub as they looked all around the bathroom. Nothing was out of place, no sign of the whirlwind that was Luan's antics that both had never before reached wacky, scary musical heights they'd never seen before.
"Lincoln? Dude?"
"Yeah Lynn?"
"Did...we just actually see what the hell just happened? Or were we tripping balls like never before?"
"I...I don't know...I...was it all in our heads?"
"...let's never talk about this...ever again. Deal?"
"Deal...oof...I smell coconut-honey," Lincoln said, sniffing the air, remembering the flower that had that pungent odor surging out.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeey...I...I sorta felt like...before all that Lincoln? Like, we were just coming out of it," Lynn said a lil groggily, wiping her face off with what looked and tasted like milk.
"Hooooooooooooooooly..." Lynn grimaced, feeling Luan's fluids all over her. She really got soaked.
"Lincoln!? It...it was real," Lynn whimpered, trembling, mortified by how much fear, and deep, deep insider her...how much it turned her on.
"Let's get you washed up," Lincoln said, walking Lynn over to the sink. He splashed water all over her face and rinsed her hair out, putting a little of her shampoo and washing it thoroughly.
He sorta felt a bit off now too, like Luan's flower odor was making him feel like Lynn said...like they were balance-walking off another potential trip.
"So...whatever that did NOT just happen...yeah...we'll go with that...you say you sorta feel like we were sorta winding down, right Lynn?"
"Yeah Linc."
"And...after that "impossible" that we both imagined or...something else maybe, we got hit with another dose of-"
"Uuuuugh...ehheheheh...Linc...it sorta feels like...heeeeheeeheee...like I ate a shit ton of brownies without eating a shit ton of brownies," Lynn said, holding her head above the sink, giving a rather groggy, lazy-grinned look to Lincoln, saliva dripping out of her mouth like her lips were numb.
"...god damn it Luan," Lincoln grumbled under his breath as he grabbed a towel from under the vanity sink and dried Lynn's hair out.
"Hey, hey Linc, careful, that towel ain't sticky and gooey is it?" Lynn seemed to ask in a playful tone.
"N...no, why?"
"I dunnnnoooooooooooooooooooo," Lynn cooed out a little too playfully before lifting her leg up, balancing her foot next to his face.
"Hey Lincoln...boop...boop," Lynn said, booping her big toe on Lincoln's nose, before cracking up, slamming her lips together as her body convulsed in a laughing fit.
"God we're light weights. I don't have much longer. We just gotta head back to our rooms and ride this new...high...this new...new...high...and...uuuuuh...uuuhmmmmm...oh boy...here come the fuzzies," Lincoln said as his legs nearly gave out, his mind and vision wondering around in his head like a spin-top.
"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad trip man!" Lincoln giggled.
"You're fucked duuuude," Lynn laughed as she dabbed the towel she was drying her hair with under Lincoln's head, his legs sinking lower on the ground, his chin holding more of his weight on the sink counter.
"Nu uuuuuh...you like...like...totes are,.like...like..."
"HAAHAH! You literally sound like Leni doofus!"
"HAHA! Jokes on you! You like, sound literally like Lori!"
Both laughed at each other hard, before a sudden compulsion took over Lincoln.
"I...I gotta brush my teeth...big time," Lincoln said, twirling Lynn with her towel like a gyroscope toy.
"WHOA! Duuuuuuuude, Lincoln, the heck gives?"
Lincoln focused on grabbing his orange tooth brush, the family toothpaste, squirted a big blob of it, washed some water on it then started grinning as he brushed his teeth...all while a tiny lil hum could be heard.
"Linc...dude...I'm pretty sure I'm like going down a major level of fuckery doofus but, I could swear you're humming something," Lynn said, wrapping the towel around her neck as she walked closer, hearing Lincoln hum as his eyes were closed.
"What...the heck are you humming dude?" Lynn wondered, before she saw Lincoln's body slowly move to the rhythm and beat of his slowly increasing volume of his humming.
"Man are ya goin for that hum Linc, ahahahha, it sounds like...damn, what was that song from that cartoon? That song from...the hell is that cartoon called again? Partially Oddball Parents? Pixey God Parents?"
Author's Notes:
Blam! Hope this will be a nice lil dish of mayhem to read and mull over! My buddy " 1" gets full credit in alluding to using Luan's
high milk content for a scene, so I packed it into this one! Still more zaniness to come! Don't forget to review and share your thoughts!
And there's a ton of hidden messages in the events and lyrics, so due infer more than you read, particularly for Luan ;3
CHEERS!