"Come on, girls! You don't want to be late for our annual spa day!" Mrs. Loud reminded. In response, the girls raced down to Vanzilla in pure happiness.

"Yay!" The girls shouted.

"Hm. Spa days. Every year, Mrs. Loud and the others take a yearly trip to Oasis Springs. It one of the most top rated spas in Michigan. Honestly, they deserve it since they have been putting up with two of the most draining, man made affairs: work and school. I'm surprised that the tomboys are up for it; looks can be deceiving I guess," T.K. explained to the fourth wall as he was putting together a die cast car.

"Now, honey, are you sure that you, Lincoln, and T.K. is going to be ok without us?" Mrs. Loud asked, holstering her bag.

Mr. Loud put his hand on her shoulder, "Rita, I assure you that the house is in good hands. Besides, Linc and T are pretty calm when it comes down to it."

"The last time you said the first part Chunk kicked you out of your own house," Mrs. Loud recalled.

Mr. Loud rolled his eyes, "That's because he didn't knew me beforehand. Now, go have fun 'cause the girls might tear down the van again."

HONK! HONK!

"Mooooom! The mud baths are going to be full of people if you don't hurry!" Lana warned.

"Coming, sweetie! Bye, hun. Bye, Lincoln and T.K.!" Mrs. Loud exclaimed, walking out of the house and closing the door.

"Bye, mom!" Lincoln responded.

"Bye, Mrs. Loud!" T.K. added.

Mr. Loud turned towards the boys, "With the females gone, the house is entirely guy central: Population: three! So, what do you boys feel like doing?"

"I don't know. Lincoln?" T.K. asked.

Lincoln shrugged his shoulders, "Beats me. Any ideas, Dad?"

"Hmmm. I have just the idea. Come with me, but Lincoln, put on some pants," Mr. Loud ordered.

Thirty minutes later

The manly trio was atop of a gigantic hill, sitting on some huge blocks of ice cubes. "Uh, Dad? What is this supposed to be?" Lincoln questioned, adjusting himself on the ice cube.

"What this suppose to be is that you take a huge block of ice and slide down the hill. Me and my friends used to do this back in middle school. Those were epic times we've had," Mr. Loud reminisced.

"Noooo, what's epic is that I never seen such huge blocks of ice in my life!" T.K. remarked.

Mr. Loud nudged his shoulders, "I know right?!"

"Anyway, how is this supposed to work, Dad?" Lincoln asked.

"Simple, you just give a little lurch and off you go!" Mr. Loud instructed.

Lincoln nodded, "Ok, what about the brakes?"

"It usually depends on the hill; the steeper it is, the more time it takes to stop. You see son, we're on one of the steeper hills in Royal Woods," Mr. Loud informed.

Lincoln became scared, "What!?"

"Wow, that's sketchy enough that it just might be awesome! When do we start?" T.K. asked.

"We start, now!" Mr. Loud exclaimed, pushing himself forward.

T.K. followed suit and Lincoln followed after, "Wait up, guys!"

The three raced down the hill at breakneck speeds. Mr. Loud had the lead for the most part, until T.K. leaned downward as increased his speed. "Ha, get on my level, marks!" T.K. gloated, zooming far ahead of Lincoln and Mr. Loud.

Far ahead, a parade was going on as a marching band was strolling through. Lincoln's eyes widened, "T.K., slow down!"

T.K. cuffed his hand towards his ear, "What, grow down? That's a weird request, dude!"

"No! SLOW down!" Lincoln repeated.

T.K. shook his head, "We ain't on mowers, Linc! I can't mow anything!"

"Ugh!" Lincoln facepalmed and pointed ahead of him.

T.K. looked towards the direction that Lincoln's pointing at and saw that he was careening towards the marching band.

"Hey, what do ya know, a parade! ...A PARADE?! Move! Get out the way! Abandon ye hope!" T.K. screamed, waving his arms wildly.

The marching band leader turned his head towards the shouting and saw a little boy speeding towards him. "HOLY SH-"

WHAM! CRASH!

"Welcome to Oasis Springs, where the world is your oasis! Ohhhhhhhh, the Loud family," The receptionist groaned, squinting her eyes.

"Yes, we're here for our annual spa day, please?" Mrs. Loud asked.

The receptionist rolled her eyes, "Ugh, right this way, please."

"Is it me, or does that lady gets more and more moody every time we come here?" Lori whispered to Leni.

Leni nodded her head, "Yeah. She totes need a loooong dip in the jacuzzi."

"Here we are. Try not to break, plug up, or steal anything," The receptionist snarked, opening the door for the girls.

Meanwhile, the marching band leader had to be taken to the hospital for moderate injures. The band instructor was enraged. "You idiot! That took me months to prepare for!" The band instructor informed, being held back from thrashing T.K.

T.K. shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes, "Uh, genius? Why do you think I was shoutin' at him to move like a madman?! Besides, there's always next year."

"Why you little-"

"Mr. Hoopla, Daniel needs us! Does beating up a little kid going solve everything!?" A female band member asked.

Mr. Hoopla hung his shoulders in defeat, "Fine, lets go."

"Again, man. Sorry for plowing into you like that!" T.K. apologized.

"WHHHHHYYYYYY!" Daniel bellowed as the ambulance drove off.

Mr. Loud put his hands on Lincoln's and T.K.'s shoulders, "Weeelll, that enough excitement for one day, boys. Let's...head home."

"Yeeaahhh, good idea," T.K. agreed.

Lincoln nodded, "Ditto."

Back at home, the boys were relaxing after that eventful morning. Lincoln and Mr. Loud were sitting on the couch, waiting on T.K. and his special juice. "Ugh, I swear that looking out for my sisters is like a twenty four hour job. Dad, I love them and all, but a little thanks would lift my spirits," Lincoln ranted.

Mr. Loud nodded, "I understand what you going through, son; however, sometimes a 'Thank you, Lincoln!' may be great to hear, but just doing the deed for any sister and seeing them happy is worth enough.

Lincoln pondered about this. He did find it annoying that few of the girls didn't thank him, but it bring joy to him from seeing his sisters happy. "Wow, I never thought it about it that way. Thanks, dad!" Lincoln expressed.

Mr. Loud patted his back, "You're welcome, son. Now, where's T.K. with his juice?'

"Hey, yo, hey, yoooooo! I've made enough juice for two cups each!" T.K. announced, shuffling into the living room.

He placed the pitcher on the table and pulled out six cups. He gave two to himself, Lincoln, and Mr. Loud. He then poured three fourths to each cup. "To men, who how to kick back and cut loose, footloose," T.K. creed, raising his cup into the air.

"To men!" Lincoln and Mr. Loud repeated.

The men downed their cups and slammed them on the table. They then let out three monstrous burps. Afterwards, Mr. Loud began to feel funny, but it wasn't rolling on the floor funny. It was like something bad was going to happen funny. "Uh, T.K.? What's in this punch?" Mr. Loud asked, smacking his lips.

"Oh the usual: Strawberry, Grape, Watermelon drink packets, and 50 teaspoons of sugar," T.K. listed.

Mr. Loud's eyes widened at the last ingredient. In silence and slowly, he gets off of the couch and heads towards the door.

"Dad, where are you going?" Lincoln nervously asked.

"J-J-Just going on a walk," Mr. Loud answered, stuttering on his words.

T.K. stood up, "Is there something wrong, Mr. Loud?"

"N-N-Nothing at all, T-T-T.K.," Mr. Loud reassured, shakily dropping his keys.

"Are you sure? T.K. and I can help you," Lincoln informed.

"B-B-Boys, I assure you everything is under con-AUGH!" Mr. Loud choked, clutching his chest and falling to the ground.

"Dad!" Lincoln exclaimed.

He checked for signs of life on his father, and luckily he's breathing, while T.K. was going into hysterics. "I killed your father...Oh my god, I'm a murderer! What if your mom and sisters come home to this?!" T.K. squeaked, shaking Lincoln back and forth.

Lincoln grabbed his hands, "T.K., calm down, man! My dad is alright! See, look, he's breathing."

T.K. put his head on 's chest, and found out that he is alive, just unconscious. "Aw, thank you. I thought that I was going to be on the run from the man." T.K. imagined.

Suddenly, Mr. Loud rise up to a sitting position with a wild look on his face. He began to curve his lips into a wide, crazed grin.

"Dad...are you ok?" Lincoln slowly asked.

Mr. Loud look at him with the crazed look, "SUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR!"

T.K. tilted his head, "...What?"

"SUGAR! GIMMESUGAR! IMUSTHAVESUGAR!" Mr. Loud demanded, shaking T.K. roughly.

"I don't have any sugar!" T.K. responded as he was shook in fear.

Mr. Loud threw him down and ran to the door. He threw it open with so much force that he cracked the wall. "IWILLNOTSTOPUNTILIHASSUGAR!" Mr. Loud declared, racing out of the house while cackling like a psycho.

"Dad, come back!" Lincoln shouted, running up to the doorway.

T.K. was frozen in shock, "What...just...happened?"

Meanwhile, Mrs. Loud, Lori, Leni, and Lola were relaxing in the jacuzzi while Luan, Lynn, and Luna were on the massage tables. Lucy, Lana, Lisa and Lily were playing in the mud baths.

"A-h-h-h-h-h-h y-e-a-h. T-h-a-t"-s t-h-e s-t-u-f-f, l-o-v-e!" Luna praised as the masseuse worked his magic.

Lynn nodded, "Yeah, these masseuses really know a thing or two."

CRACK!

"Ah!" Lynn screamed as the masseuse pulled her leg back.

The masseuse reeled back, "Are you alright, miss?"

"Ohhhhhhhh, keep going," Lynn ordered, laying back down.

"Mom, what's wrong? You've been quiet ever since we got in the jacuzzi," Lori asked, placing a hand her mother.

"Um, it just that I'm worried about the boys," Mrs. Loud answered.

"I'm sure that Dad have been totes watching Lincoln and T.K.," Leni reassured.

Lola rubbed her hand on her mother, "Yeah, mom, it's no sweat."

Mrs. Loud sighed, "I suppose so. I mean, how much trouble could they possibly get into?"

"We're about to get in so much trouble!" Lincoln exclaimed as he and T.K. chased after Mr. Loud.

"GIMMESUGAR! GIMMEGIMMEGIMME!" Mr. Loud demanded, dashing through the streets.

He was slowly losing the boys due to his long legs. Lincoln and T.K. couldn't keep up with him as they stopped to take a breath. "How can he have a pot belly, and be so quick!?" T.K. gasped, gulping large amounts of air.

"I don't know, man. I don't know. Wait, T.K., didn't you went to cowboy camp when you were five?" Lincoln started.

"Yeah, why?" T.K. responded.

Lincoln put his hands to his hips, "Because, I have a plan."

"Lincoln, you know I'm always by your side, right? But this is a bona fide, boneheaded idea!" T.K. declared as he held on to Lincoln's bike seat while riding on his skateboard.

"Look, T, I know it's crazy, but we need to catch Dad before Mom and the girls come home! Now, get ready because I see him ahead," Lincoln instructed, pedaling towards Mr. Loud.

Mr. Loud was busy shaking down a child for some candy. "WHEREISSUGAR?!" Mr. Loud shouted.

The child put his hands in front of him to protect himself, "Please, stranger, I don't have any candy!"

Unsatisfied, Mr. Loud toss the kid away to Lincoln's and T.K.'s location. T.K. caught the child and set him down. "You alright, kid?" T.K. asked. The child nodded before running off, screaming for his mother.

T.K. pulled a piece of rope, "Alright, here goes nothin'. 1...2...3!"

He swung the rope above him several times and threw it towards Mr. Loud. The open part fell through him as T.K. pulled back, tightening around him. "Huh, that wasn't too bad. Now to rustle him home and find out what WRRROOOOONNNNGGG!" T.K. bellowed as Mr. Loud began to run.

Lincoln pedaled after them, "T.K.!"

"Lincoln!"

The chase led to numerous neighborhoods as T.K. did everything he could to avoid serious pain: he had ride on top of cars, jump over trash cans, hippy jump over moving cars, and etc. Luckily for Lincoln, his hand me down bike was able to keep with the tomfoolery ahead of him.

Mrs. Loud and girls felt rejuvenated as they were driving home from their spa day. "Ah, that was literally the best spa ever! My pores are fully cleansed." Lori chirped.

Leni nodded, "I know! My pores are, like, in orbit!"

"SUGAR! GIMMEGIMMEGIMMEGIMME!"

"Can someone trip him, please?!"

"Hang on, T.K.!"

The females whipped their heads behind them to see if their minds aren't playing tricks; however, there was nothing behind them. They returned to their original positions with confused looks.

"Did we just hear Lincoln, T.K. and Daddy?" Lola piped.

"No? I'm sure they're back home, right?" Mrs. Loud asked.

Finally, Mr. Loud was able to get rid of the evil boa constrictor by running onto a sidewalk. T.K. couldn't ollie over the curb in time, thus catapulting him off of his board and into a water fountain. "T.K., are you alright?" Lincoln asked, helping his brother in law out.

"I'm fine. The only thing that was damaged was my pride," T.K. answered, ringing out his dreadlocks.

BUZZ! BUZZ!

"Hello, Lincoln Loud speaking. Mom? Uh yeah, he's just sleeping. I-In a hour?! Nothing, nothing at all. Ok, see you soon! Tell the others I said Hi! Ok, buh bye," Lincoln closed, appearing as a ghost spooked him.

T.K. rolled his hand, "Well?"

Lincoln grabbed him, "They're on their way home now! What are we going to do?!"

T.K. pondered about this for a second until he snapped his fingers. "I got an idea. Meet me in the park in five."

Mr. Loud was shaking down everything in sight in search for the sugar. He slammed down the trash can in anger, "WHEREISSUGAR!? SUGARISKEY, SUGARISPOWER, SUGARISLIFE!" Mr. Loud roared. In the distance, something sparked in his insane eye. "OH, SUGAR!" squealed, running up to the candy. He unwrapped it and wolf it down in seconds. Afterwards, he founded more in a trail, "MORESUGAR!"

He quickly ate the morsels of candy one by one until he was unknowingly under a box.

CLICK!

Mr. Loud helplessly watched as a steel box trapped him. "Sorry, dad, it was for you own good," Lincoln apologized.

"Welp, we can tell Lisa that the Trap-o-Matic 9000 was a success," T.K. informed, patting the box.

"I suppose so. Come on, let's get Dad home so that we can fix him," Lincoln instructed, pushing the box.

Mrs. Loud and the girls rammed the door open, "Boys, are you ok?! Did the house burned down?! Did a robber take anything?!

Lincoln looked up from his comic book, "What's wrong, Mom?"

"Yes, Mrs. Loud, what has you upset?" T.K. added.

"Oh, um, nothing. Nothing at all," Mrs. Loud responded.

Lisa rolled her eyes, "She was worried that you, T.K. and Dad would get into some sort of conundrum."

"Well, the cat's out of the bag. I don't know if I would forgive myself if you three got hurt without my watch," Mrs. Loud explained.

Lincoln walked up to her and gave her a hug, "Aw, Mom."

"That's sweet of us to know. Alittle cheesy, but sweet," T.K. stated, giving his own hug.

Mrs. Loud patted both of their heads, "Thanks you two. Anyway, where is your father?"

"He's in his room, sleeping. All the guy activities have had 'em exhausted." T.K. answered.

Mrs. Loud gushed, "Aw, my sleeping teddy bear."

As the three bask in the heartwarming scene, T.K. decided to break the silence on what he did today, "I mowed down a dude on a giant block of ice."

Author's Note: Here's episode 2, y'all. It's alittle bit longer, but hopefully more entertaining. Episode 3 gonna be different, and that all I'm going to say. Review, favorite, and follow. See you next time!

Bobby Hoopla used Teleport.