Ch 115: A Friendly Game
Here is a parody based on the episode: A Friendly Game.
Also, Tom Kenny is in his sixties now? He looks younger, but time flies by, I guess. He is one of my favorite voice actors and him voicing Spongebob for so many years is just incredible! Hope he keeps it up!
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It's morning at Lori's college, Fairway University. Lori and her roommate Marisa, are getting ready to play a game of indoor golf.
Marisa: It's a good thing we have this indoor golf course. Especially when there's an upcoming thunderstorm.
Lori: Even though there's a limited amount of space, we can still make it work. (spins her putter like a baton and the head falls off) Oh come on.
Marisa: Looks like you need a new golf putter.
Lori: I just remembered. I have my spare golf putters. (looks for a bag of spare putters but can't find it) I can't find them! I must've left them at home during my last visit! Dang it!
Marisa: Hmm...how about we share mine?
Lori: That's fine. I just hope my putters are okay. I can only imagine what would happen to them with the chaos of my family.
Cut to the Loud house. Lana is sitting in the living room, bored, as she clicks through TV channels. Lynn comes over with a bag of familiar golf clubs.
Lynn: Lana, look what I found! (takes out the putters)
Lana: Are those Lori's?
Lynn: Yep. I was thinking you and I should play a game of gold.
Lana: But Lori said those were new and rare. I don't think she would let us play with them.
Lynn: (scoffs) Lori's not here. Besides, I'm bored and I want something new to do.
Lana: Well, a golf game definitely beats sitting here. Let's do it!
Lynn: Alright!
Soon, the two tomboys come out of the house wearing golfing outfits.
Lana and Lynn (chanting) Golf time! Golf time! Golf time! Golf time!
In Mr. Grouse's house, Mr. Grouse woke up in dread, hearing the two voices.
Lynn: Ready to lose? Weather permitting, of course.
There is a rumbling sound then storm clouds move in and start to rain and thunder.
Lana: Aw, how are we supposed to golf in this downpour? My putter is getting waterlogged. (twists her putter)
Lynn: Dumb rain! Doesn't anybody know I'm the sheriff in these parts? (points to sky with her putter) Hey, rain! You better stop that! (she almost gets struck by a lightning bolt and freaks out)
Cut to Mr. Grouse grumbling and he covered his head with a blanket.
Lana: Lynn, you can't control the weather.
Mr: Grouse: (opens the window) If you two don't mind, could you keep it down to a low rumble?
Lori and Lynn: Sorry, Mr. Grouse.
Lana: I guess we were just too upset about the rain and how-
Mr. Grouse: Don't care. (closes the window)
Cut to Lana and Lynn sitting in their living room.
Lana: (sighs) I was really looking forward to a day of sportsmanship and sisterly bonding. Thanks a lot, rain! (slams her fist onto the table and makes her golf ball ricochet off of the door, then lands into Charles' food bowl) Hey, (raises his finger) that gives me an idea.
A card comes up saying: Brief construction montage.
Lana: (to the viewers) What follows is a brief construction montage.
Lana and Lynn are making an indoor golf course. Lana, using her construction skills, is hammering on boards, Lynn ripping a sofa, Lana pouring sand and drilling holes, Lynn filling holes with water and making holes, and Lana taking Geo's hamster ball, then cutting back to card.
Lana: We hope you enjoyed this brief construction montage.
Cut to outside of the Loud house, with sounds and the house shaking. Then cut to the inside of Mr. Grouse's house, where the old man is trying to sleep. He grumbles, then gets so angry his sleep mask burns off, he puts three pillows on a desk, ties them to his face with a rope, but he still hears them. Then he rips the pillows off and screams in frustration. He walked to the Loud house with an umbrella. Inside, Lynn and Lana are constructing. Mr. Grouse entered.
Mr: Grouse: Hey! Hello? (doesn't get their attention) Dang Louds.
The jock accidentally hit Grouse with a hammer, he screamed and held his foot in pain.
Lynn: Ooh, my bad.
Lana: Oh, hi, Mr. Grouse. Up from your slumber, I see. Well, you're just in time to endure in a friendly game of (shows course) indoor miniature golf!
Mr. Grouse: I will not indulge in anything with you guys! Presently, I am heading to enjoy a well-deserved morning nap.
Lynn: But we sculpted your likeness out of butter on hole five. (Cut to a butter sculpture of Mr. Grouse)
Mr. Grouse: I don't care! Listen up, I will not be woken from my nap again, and if I am, I'm gonna…
Lynn: Join us on the back nine?
Mr. Grouse: Just don't let it happen again! Or else. (leaves)
Lana: Let's get this game teed off. (takes out the ball and places it and the tee on grass) You're up first, sis.
Lynn does some calisthenics, stretching, yawning, stomping, and ululating.
Mr. Grouse: (from his window) I'm warning you two, keep it down!
Lana: Better tone down the calisthenics, Lynn. Don't wanna upset Mr. Grouse.
Lynn: Can't wait to lose, huh? (aims, pulls back, and shoots. Ball rolls back to tee) No! Ooh. If you would just let me finish my stretches, I wouldn't have missed my first shot!
Lana: Oh, don't worry, Lynn, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. (places ball on tee) Besides, we're just playin' for fun, right? And back, and- (shoots and makes it)
Lynn: Nice shot. (moves the ball)
Lana: What are you doing?
Lynn: Moving my ball.
Lana: Lynn, you have to play it where it lands. Lori said so.
Lynn: Fine. Have it your way. (moves the ball back to its original place, shoots, makes it) Ready to give up?
Cut to another hole in the kitchen.
Lynn: Ha! Let's see how you do against the windmill. You haven't got a chance.
Lana: You know, Lynn, this is just a game.
Lynn: Oh, it is just a game, which I am gonna win.
Lana: I think you're missing the point. (aims, practice shots)
Lynn: Speaking of m-m-missing! (Lana shoots by accident, startled by Lynn) Ha! Gotta play it where it lands. Watch and learn, sis. Watch and learn. (shoots and makes it) Yes! See if you can top that!
Lana: (uneasily) Okay.
Lynn: (with microphone and headphones) Lana readies the approach shot. She's gotta be very careful she doesn't hook the shot here, because this would certainly be an inopportune time for a bogey. (Lana swings but stops) A pressure-packed shot to be sure. (leaves)
Lana sweats and wipes her forehead, shoots, and the ball stops right before it's about to go in. All the other siblings have witnessed this and are disappointed.
Luan: Boo!
Lola: Come on, sis!
Lucy: Weak.
Luna: So close, dude.
Cut to another hole in the dining room.
Lynn: Looks like we're tied, three shots to three.
Lana: Shots. (chuckles) They're called strokes in golf, Lynn. Not shots.
Lynn: Whatever. (shoots and makes it) And she sinks another hole in one! That's two in a row!
Lana: All right. You wanna play competitive, eh? Observe. (shoots and makes it) Right between the old wickets. Come on bally, don't fail me now.
Lynn: Watch out for the water hazard.
Lori: Lynn, the only hazard I can see is you standing in my shot.
Lynn: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Lana: Fine. Be that way. I'll just go around you. (shoots the ball and it ricochets off of a picture, through the head of the Mr. Grouse butter sculpture and out the window) Oops.
Lynn: Show-off. I can do that. (shoots, and Lana ducks as the ball goes out the window)
Lana: Oh, where did our balls go?
Lynn: Well, how do I know? I was just copying you.
Lana and Lynn head out to look for their balls. They see the side of Mr. Grouse's house and a broken window.
Lana: Uh-oh. Oh well, I guess that's game point.
Lynn: Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho, hold on there, squirt. It's not over yet.
Lana: But remember what Grouse said? We can't make any noise!
Lynn: Who said anything about noise? We're just gonna get outta the rough and back to the course! (goes into Mr. Grouse's house)
Lana: Hey! Lynn! (follows her)
The jock is shown eating an apple from the fridge. Lana entered.
Lana: Lynn! What's the big idea? I thought we were in here to play golf, remember?
Lynn: I need a snack break. Gotta refuel.
Lana: (looks around) Now where is that darn ball?
Lynn: Did you check the potato salad?
Lana: (sees the potato salad) How did it even get in there? Oh well, guess I gotta play it where it lies. Fore! (she shoots, the ball goes through the wall and hits the lamp) Where's your ball?
Lynn: I don't know. Gotta be around here somewhere. (the ball is seen on Lynn's butt on the outside of her pants)
Lana: There it is!
Lynn: Uh-oh.
Lana: Play it where it lies.
Lynn angrily grumbled. Cut to her shooting it and ricocheting off a cabinet to an overhead desk lamp, picture, and through a wall.
Lynn: Hole in one! Top that!
Lana: I could do that blindfolded. (Lynn hands her a blindfold)
Cut to the blind mechanic. She hits a door, then feels around to identify it and slams the door.
Lynn: Wait up! Warmer. Warmer. Red hot!
Lana: (slams a door) Aha!
Lynn: Warmer. Warmer. Colder. Colder. Warmer. Warmer. Hot. Hotter. Red hot! Red hot! (Lana splits a table) Wait, My mistake. You're ice cold. Oh, Warmer. Warmer. Hot. Hot. Red hot. Red hot! Smoking hot! (kills a plant) Wrong again.
Lana: Lynn... (peeks out)
Lynn: Stop peeking! Hotter. (wrecks Mr. Grouse's house along the way) Colder! Hotter! Hot! Cold. Hot! Cold. Hot! Cool. Hot! Cold.
Lana: Lynn! (takes the blindfold off) This is ridi- (sees the old man's wrecked house)-culous. Wow. Grouse really let this place go. Lynn!
Lynn: (in the bathroom) Hold on! I'm taking a pee break! I think I should freshen up too while I'm here.
Lana: No! Would you hurry up and get back in the game?
Lynn: Okay, Okay.
After Lynn comes out, they continue to look for the balls.
Lana: Those balls have gotta be around here somewhere. Oh, Lynn. (she shows Lynn's golf ball is on Mr. Grouse's head)
Lynn: Uhh, look a little closer, sis. (points to Lana's ball in Mr. Grouse's mouth)
Lana: Um...maybe we should just grab the balls and leave.
Lynn: No way. Play it where it lies.
Lana: But how are we gonna hit our balls back to our house from here?
Lynn: All it takes is a little finesse, Lana. And physical strength.
Lynn: Fore! (cut to her smashing a hole in the wall)
Lana has put earplugs in Mr. Grouse's ears so he won't hear any noise.
Lana: This one's for all the marbles!
Lynn: I thought we weren't betting!
Lana: No, I mean whoever wins this hole wins the game.
Mr. Grouse woke up and took off his blindfold to see the two sisters talking.
Mr. Grouse: (muffled) What's going on here? (he sees Lynn and Lana with their golf putters and screams)
They both shoot at the same time, and the balls fly through their garage.
Lana and Lynn: Hole in one!
Mr. Grouse sat up.
Lana: (softly) Good morning.
Lynn: Sorry we woke you.
Mr. Grouse: (muffled and stammering) Wha-What? (his mouth is shown, with no dentures)
Lana: Hey, Mr. Grouse, what happened to your dentures?
His dentures are shown in the garage.
Lynn: Good game, sis.
Lana: Rematch next Saturday?
Lynn: Rain or shine, Lana. Rain or shine.
It stopped raining, and Mr. Grouse's house collapsed.
Mr. Grouse: (muffled) Louds?!