all credit goes to who lost his stories lucky i save his stories in my old journal app before i know about fanfic app.
Ps not all chapters been saved just a heads up. i check to find i was only able to save up to almost all chapters of the sponge house,the loud house of horror n loud loud n louder
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Chapter 13: Frankendoodle
I'm back with a requested parody, Frankendoodle. This one will have Lincoln, Lisa, and Clyde as the main characters. So I will finally be using Lisa as a main character. Lisa won't be in it as much as Lincoln and Clyde. Hope you enjoy this!
Lisa Loud has been busy in her room working on a new invention. Lily was watching and was curious as to what her big sister was making. She crawled over.
"Lily, my newest invention is finally complete!" Lisa said excitedly.
"Goo goo ga?" Asked the baby.
"I'm glad you asked, younger one." Lisa lifted up her invention. It was a giant glowing pencil. "I've created the world's most powerful pencil! With this baby, I can make drawings come to life."
Lily looked impressed. Before Lisa could use it, she heard her mom call out to her.
"Lisa, it's time for your eye appointment!" Her mother said.
"Curse my visionary perception tests." Lisa muttered. "Coming mother!" Lisa puts her invention on her bed and rushes downstairs. As soon as Lisa was gone, Lincoln and Clyde came out of Lincoln's room.
"Man, my thumbs always get sore from playing those intense video games." Clyde said. His thumbs were red.
"Yeah, let's go put some ice on that." Lincoln suggested.
The boys walk past Lisa and Lily's room. They walk back when they notice the glowing pencil on Lisa's bed.
"What is that, Lincoln?" Clyde asked.
"It looks like a giant glowing pencil." Lincoln replied.
"Touch it."
Lincoln does so. "It is a giant pencil Clyde. Must be a new invention from Lisa. Let's draw some giant pictures with it. I'm sure Lisa won't mind." Lincoln gets out a piece of paper. Clyde comes close to Lincoln. "Whatcha drawing?"
Lincoln shoved him. "Stand back man. I can't have you breathing down my neck while I'm drawing."
"Psst, artists."
Lincoln draws with the pencil. "It's a bird." The bird looked like Walt, the pet canary.
"Pretty good Lincoln." Clyde commented. "But it's lacking basic construction. And your perspective leaves a lot to be desired."
"Eh, everybody's a critic."
Suddenly, Lincoln's bird drawing came to life. It flew in the air.
"Lincoln, your drawing's coming to life." Clyde said, noticing this.
"Now that's more like it Mr. Critic." Lincoln said, oblivious.
"No, I mean it's flying away."
Lincoln saw this too. And so did Lily.
"Do you know what this means Clyde?" Lincoln asked.
"Your art can never be hung in a museum?" Clyde replied.
"It means Lisa made a magic pencil!"
"Now all I need is a magic mustache to impress Lori with." Clyde said.
"One mustache coming up." Lincoln drew one on Clyde.
"Life is good!" Clyde commented. The mustache flew off of him. "Easy come easy go."
The mustache flew into the living room, into the chimney, and outside. It flew into Mr. Grouse's house. Mr. Grouse was looking at himself in the mirror.
"Grouse, if you had some hair you would be the handsomest old man in town." Mr. Grouse said to himself. "You've got looks, talent, all you need is a full head of-" The drawn mustache flew into his head. "Hair!"
Back at the Loud House-
"My turn!" Clyde said.
"Be careful, Clyde." Lincoln advised. "Being an artist is a heavy responsibility. Each work of art is like a child and must be treated as such."
"Come on, I was just gonna draw a cartoon." Clyde said.
"Okay! Why didn't you say so?" Lincoln handed Clyde the pencil. Clyde draws on a piece of paper. He draws a crudely drawn picture of Lori who had a short stature. She's waving a fist.
"What's that? A pet?" Lincoln asked.
"It's Lori, silly!"
The drawing of Lori comes to life and it only speaks in gibberish.
"It's kinda creepy looking when it moves." Lincoln commented.
"Yeah, you're right." Clyde agreed.
"We can't let that thing escape." Lincoln said.
Clyde erases it. "Poor Lori."
"Hey! My brain just hatched an idea." Lincoln said, taking the pencil.
He runs off with the pencil and Clyde follows him. They go outside to Mr. Grouse's house. Lincoln draws a fake dollar on their neighbor's welcome mat. Then he draws a string attached to the dollar. He and Clyde hid at the side of the house.
"This is gonna be classic." Lincoln said giggling.
Inside the house, Mr. Grouse was dressed in a fancy suit to go with his new "hairstyle". "I think I'll fancy myself to a walk in the park."
Just then, he heard Lincoln. "Oh Mr. Grouse!"
Mr. Grouse opened the door. "What do ya want Lo-" He sees the dollar. "Hello, what's this? Someone left me some money for a perm." Lincoln and Clyde couldn't help but snicker.
"Come to hairy." Mr. Grouse reaches for the dollar but Lincoln pulls the string and takes the dollar away. Mr. Grouse falls over. Lincoln and Clyde burst out laughing. Mr. Grouse sees them.
"Loud!" Mr. Grouse yelled. His hair flies away. "No, my hair! Loud!"
The old man went back inside and slammed the door. Lincoln and Clyde laughed even harder.
"Wait. I've got another idea." Lincoln said. "This'll be the ultimate prank! I'll draw me and when Mr. Grouse opens the door it won't be me!" Lincoln draws a crude drawing of himself. Clyde laughs. "Aw, isn't he cute? All he needs is a tuft of hair." Lincoln adds the finishing touches. "Ready for action!"
The drawing of Lincoln makes weird noises. It walks up to Mr. Grouse's door and Lincoln and Clyde hid.
"He's walking up to the door." Clyde said. Then the drawing knocks.
"He's knocking on the door." Lincoln said.
Mr. Grouse opens the door.
"Grouse is answering the door and-"
The drawing of Lincoln grabs the old man by the legs and starts beating him up. Clyde is smiling but Lincoln looks worried.
"He's beating up Mr. Grouse!" Clyde cheered. The doodle continued to beat up Mr. Grouse.
"Doodleboy, stop!" Lincoln yelled. The doodle Lincoln threw the old man back into his house. He starts speaking gibberish and knocks down the two boys, stealing their pencil. Then he runs off with it.
"He's got the pencil." Clyde mentioned.
"What have I done?" Lincoln said worried. "We've got to find him and get that pencil back or else Lisa will kill me!"
Lincoln and Clyde search in the Royal Woods forest, but they see no sign of him.
"Where could he possibly be?" Lincoln wondered.
"Maybe he's in that poorly drawn house." Clyde pointed to a drawn house that looked similar to Lincoln's house.
"Come on, let's go." Lincoln said.
Clyde hid in a bush. "I'm not going in there."
Lincoln jumped in with him. "Come on Clyde. I'm right behind you. Baby steps."
The boys stuck one of their legs out from under the bush. They both walked towards the poorly drawn house.
"Almost there." Lincoln said.
Just then, Doodle Lincoln stuck his arm out the door and drew a hole in the ground. Lincoln and Clyde didn't see it so they fell down. The hole was deep.
"What just happened?" Clyde asked. The doodle was seen above the hole, speaking gibberish.
"Come on Clyde, give me a boost up." Lincoln ordered.
"Can't we just stay down here where it's safe?" Clyde asked.
"No way. I created this monster and I've got to stop him."
Suddenly, a giant drawn wrench fell on Clyde.
"See what I mean, Clyde?"
"Where's the leak ma'am?" Clyde asked, dazed. The boys climbed out the hole and saw Doodle Linc. He drew a bowling ball on a rock, picked it up, and rolled it towards Clyde. Clyde screamed and the bowling bowl knocked him back down the hole. Strike one. The bowling ball fell down the hole and hit Clyde again. Strike two.
"Clyde, you ok?" Lincoln asked.
"Finland!" Clyde yelled back.
The doodle yelled out more gibberish and ran off with the pencil again.
Lincoln and Clyde quietly followed the sound of the living drawing. They looked over a bush and saw him playing with the pencil.
"There he is." Lincoln pointed out.
"He's hideous. He makes me sick just looking at him." Clyde commented. "That shirt, those buck teeth, and that stupid white hair."
Lincoln realized he had all those things Clyde had just mentioned and felt offended.
"Oh, but it looks good on you Lincoln." Clyde said nervously.
Lincoln notices something. "He's putting down the pencil, Clyde. This is our chance. On the count of three, we'll jump out and surprise him."
"Like it's his birthday." Clyde said.
Suddenly, the doodle Lincoln ripped through the bushes. He grabbed Lincoln and raised him in the air.
"Clyde! Clyde! Do something!" Lincoln yelled as flailed his arms. The doodle Linc threw Lincoln. Clyde picked up some flowers.
"How about a peace offering?" Clyde offered. But the doodle just smashed a rock on Clyde's head. The doodle was about to run off but Lincoln blocked his way with the pencil in his arms.
"Hold it right there, doodle! I brought you into this world and now I'm taking you out. Any last words?"
The doodle spoke gibberish.
"I'm sorry. What was that?" Lincoln asked, confused.
The doodle spoke gibberish a little slower this time. Not that Lincoln would understand anyway. Then the doodle angrily yelled out gibberish. Lincoln erased his face. Since the drawing couldn't see, he ran right into a tree.
"Hold still Doodle!" Lincoln said. "This is for your own good! Take this and that and this and that!" Lincoln was rapidly erasing the doodle of himself. "RAAAAAR! I AM LINCOLN LOUD! DESTROYER OF EVIL!"
"Take it easy, man." Clyde said. "It's just a drawing."
"Well, that takes care of that, eh Clyde." Lincoln said proudly.
"Done and done." Clyde added. Lincoln and Clyde leave the forest. But they weren't aware that Doodle Lincoln's arm was not erased and it began to crawl off.
When Lincoln got home, he returned the pencil to Lisa and told her what happened.
"And that's how I defeated Doodle Lincoln." Lincoln said, finishing up his story.
"Wow." Lisa said impressed. "But I wish you wouldn't use my invention without permission."
"Sorry Lise. I was curious. But I learned my lesson this time."
"I certainly hope so." Lisa said. "Now if you excuse me, I have to draw some new beakers."
Later that night, Lincoln woke up at 2 AM for a midnight snack. "Time for get a midnight snack." He was about to head downstairs but then stopped at Lisa's room. "Or maybe I could draw myself one. I'm just gonna borrow the pencil for a little bit."
Lincoln quietly sneaks into Lisa's room and tiptoes to the giant pencil which was next to Lisa's bed. He grabs it and leaves her room.
"While I have this pencil, I think I'll spruce up my room a bit." Lincoln suggested. He went back to his room and added some editions to his room. It was now more fancier. "Gee, I kinda miss the doodle. He was like a son to me. Oh well, time for that midnight snack."
Outside, the doodle finally made its way to the Loud House. It sneaked upstairs but first took a bathroom break. Then it made its way to Lincoln's room where he noticed a glowing light. He sneaked under the door and grabbed the pencil. Lincoln was eating his drawn sandwich but then spit it out.
"I was kinda expecting this to taste awful." Lincoln said, disgusted. He noticed the pencil moving. "Oh. Hey magic pencil. What are you doing up? Drawing yourself a glass of water?" Then Doodle Lincoln appears. "Aah! Doodle Lincoln! Uh...no hard feelings right?"
The doodle draws two angry eyebrows and jumps on Lincoln's bed.
"Aah! What do ya think you're doing, Doodle Linc?"
"Me Lincoln, you Doodle Linc!" Doodle Linc said angrily. Doodle Lincoln aimed his pencil at Lincoln but luckily Lincoln jumped out of the way and the pillow was erased in half. Lincoln ran down the stairs with the doodle following him. Lincoln hides under the living room table. Doodle Lincoln erases the table and ends up erasing the back of Lincoln's pants so his butt was exposed. Doodle Lincoln erased his butt too. Lincoln screamed and backed away.
"Be careful with that thing!" Lincoln warned. "Who knows what'll happen?" Doodle Lincoln erased Lincoln's nose. "I nose."
The doodle begins to rapidly erase Lincoln. After the dust cleared, only half of Lincoln's body remained and Doodle Linc laughed at him.
"Very funny Doodle." Lincoln said unamused. "Now it's my turn!"
Lincoln grabbed the pencil. He and the doodle started to fight over it for a moment until it broke in half. Lincoln got the top part of the pencil and quickly drew the rest of his body back.
"Well Doodle, it looks like this is a draw." Lincoln declared as he aimed his pencil towards the doodle. However, the doodle Lincoln used his mouth as a pencil sharpener and fixed up his broken half of the pencil. He aimed his pencil at Lincoln. "You've made your point. No matter. I'm voted most artistic in elementary school." But Lincoln lost the grip of his pencil, causing it to smash through the window. "Oops. Maybe it was the most clumsy."
The doodle angrily aimed his pencil at Lincoln. In fear, the white haired kid backed away. He bumped into a stack of his mom's books. Lincoln threw one of them and paper scattered all over the floor. Doodle Lincoln came closer and stepped on a piece of paper, causing his foot to get stuck to the paper. Doodle Lincoln tried to desperately shake it off. Lincoln realized this could stop the doodle. He got out a large book. "Paper. Page for Mr. Doodle." Lincoln quickly slammed the open book onto the doodle who screamed in agony. Lincoln looked in the book and saw Doodle Lincoln frowning but was then replaced with a smile. Lincoln's parents came out of their rooms when they heard all the noise in the living room.
"Lincoln, what's going on?" Rita asked. "What are you doing up this late?"
"Um...well, you see. It's a long story." Lincoln admitted.
"Does this have to do with one of Lisa's inventions?" Lynn Sr. asked, picking up the glowing pencil.
"Yep."
Lincoln soon returned Lisa's pencil back to her room.
The next day, Lincoln hung a picture of Doodle Lincoln in his room. There was a knock on his door. "Come in."
Clyde entered the room. "Hey Lincoln, what's up?"
"Take a look for yourself Clyde."
Clyde saw the picture of the doodle on Lincoln's wall. "It's the evil Doodle Lincoln!"
"No, not evil." Lincoln stated. He puts on some glasses and blows into a pipe. "He was just a two dimensional creature lost in our three dimensional world. Longing for a purpose."
"So…he's a drawing?"
"Exactly. See how happy he is."
Clyde took a closer look at the drawing. "He still looks kinda creepy."
Meanwhile, Lisa was getting ready to use her newest invention again. She noticed the tape in the middle of the pencil. "Lily, have you been using my pencil?" Lily shook her head. "Oh well, time to work on my art skills." Lisa went to her desk and got out a piece of paper. But as soon as the pencil touches the paper, the lead breaks. Lisa stares in disappointment. "Dang it. Now I need to invent a giant pencil sharpener."