Good morning everybody. Happy first day of December. 24 days left till Christmas. Anyway, ready for a new chapter? Does anyone have to use the bathroom? Oh you sir? In the back? Well hold it in. Here we go!

Later outside the front yard

The boys set the invitations in transport rockets designed by Lisa.

Lincoln: Major McBride, are our deployments set?

Clyde: Invitations loaded Lieutenant Loud.

Then the girls came out and saw the boys were getting ready.

Lola Loud: Did we miss the sending?

Lincoln: Your just in time girls. Invitations loaded. Ready to rocket. In T minus 10 seconds.

Lincoln, Clyde and girls: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! BLAST OFF!

The rockets take off to deliver the invitations.

Lisa Loud: We have lift off.

One of them landed at the Casagrande's apartment. Ronnie Anne and her best friend Sid Chang answered the door and took out the invitation. It pops open and spray confetti.

Invitation: Lily's birthday.

Ronnie Anne: Neat. Lincoln's sister's birthday is coming up.

Sid Chang: I can't wait to meet his family.

Another rocket landed at Rusty's house. He tried to catch it but it kept getting away. But he managed to grab it before it got away. When he did, he got the invitation.

Invitation: Lily's birthday.

Rusty: Well toot to you to.

Another went to Stella while she was roller skating. She help onto it as it dragged her around the yard until it eventually stopped. Once it did, she got the invitation.

Invitation: Lily's birthday.

Stella: Party for Lily? Alright!

Invitations were sent to lot of they're friends. Zach, Liam, Girl Jordan, Kat, Carol, Becky, Fiona, Jackie, Miguel, Mandee, Whitney, Dana, Teri, Sam, Mazy, Sully, Chunk, Tabby, Giggles, Benny, Polly, Margo, Haiku, Skippy, Winston, Roxanne, Meli, David, Darcy and they're next door neighbors the Neu's and Yates's.

One was heading for the retirement home.

Albert: Oh boy. Mails coming in.

He runs out with a butterfly net and tries to catch the rocket but it got away and flew up.

Myrtle: Did you get it Albert?

Albert: (Rubs his head) No. It's going up.

The rocket flew all the way off planet and into the far reaches of space. As it did, Gloomius's ship flew out of the Galaxy of Gloom. As he cruises, he peers through his periscope and spots the rocket making his alarm go off.

Gloomius Maximus: Unidentified flying doohickey off the starboard bow!

He walks up to his controls and activated his snatchers and caught the rocket and brought it down into his ship. Once it landed the goons fight over who gets to bring it to the captain. Gloomius took the rocket and inspects it.

Gloomius Maximus: Oh what this then? A postal projectile for little oh me is it?

Then an invitation pops out, and sprays confetti.

Invitation: Lily's birthday.

Gloomius Maximus: (Looks closely at it) So there's a human...BIRTHDAY PARTY?! (Shudders) For some little pipsqueak named Lily Loud is there? Well not if Gloomius Maximus has anything to do with it. I HATE BIRTHDAY PARTIES! (To his baddies) HIT IT BOYS!

(Music Scene)

Baddies: (Singing) He's Gloomius Maximus!

Gloomius Maximus: (Singing) And I feel better when you feel worse!

Baddies: Fun! Fun!

Gloomius Maximus: Go away! Let's be gloomy everyday!

Baddies: Sun! Sun!

Gloomius Maximus: Not today! All these clouds are here to stay!

Baddies: Laugh! Laugh!

Gloomius Maximus: I'd rather frown! Smiles look better upside down!

Baddies: Games! Games!

Gloomius Maximus: I won't play! I never win them anyway!

Baddies: He'll gloomy gloom the Universe!

Gloomius Maximus: Cause I feel better when you feel worse! (Snickers)

Baddies: Ho! Ha!

Gloomius Maximus: Yummy cake! Don't eat that for goodness sake!

Baddies: Birthday parties!

Gloomius Maximus: Oh not that! They just make me itch and scratch!

Baddies: He'll gloomy gloom the Universe!

Gloomius Maximus: Cause I feel better when you feel worse! (Laughs evilly)

Baddies: He'll gloomy gloom the Universe!

Gloomius Maximus: Cause I feel better!

Baddies: Cause he feels better!

Gloomius Maximus: Cause I feel better when you…Ugh! Feel…Ah! worse!

(Song over)

He walks up to his computer ready to form a plan.

Gloomius Maximus: Now, where is this Royal Woods? (Evil snickers)

Uh oh, that spells trouble. What will happen next? Find out next time.