Note: This episode takes place nine years later.

"This is it folks! Can Terrence Mutombo-Loud pull off the impossible, the death defying, the never before seen 1080?!" The announcer asked to the audience.

It was the year 2025, and T.K. was participating in the finals of the annual Skate Carnivale at Rio De Janeiro. He spent the week before practicing and practicing the difficult trick. He came a long way from graduating high school and traveling around the U.S., finding legendary skate spots. He then was noticed by the ageing Troy Eagle, who signed him to his skate label, Birdbath.

His face lost its baby fat, showing cheekbones and a defined chin. He started working out when he was a freshman in high school, and the results clearly show. His chinstrap beard and bushy goatee combo gave him a rugged look, and his dreadlocks grew alittle beyond his waist. A x shaped scar was marked on his chest because of a run in from a crazy bum. He wore a black designer buttoned down shirt, and black leather pants. A pair of black slip on skate shoes. A white bandana was wrapped around his head to keep his dreads out of his face.

"Let's finish this!" T.K. whispered, raising a fist to the cheering crowd. Setting the skateboard down, he rode to the lip of the half pipe. He took a deep breath and charged down the ramp, gaining his speed. When he flew into the air, he rolled the skateboard three before landing safely. Seconds later, he was in the air again, rolling the board with his left foot. He landed back down to the ground as he looked at the clock. It said that he had only forty seconds. Determined to nail the 1080, T.K. shrunk himself down to gain speed. He jumped into the air, but he could only managed two spins. Growling, he tried again, but he made two and a half spins.

"Come on, T! You gotta want it!" The announcer yelled as the crowd chanted, 'Ter-rence!'

With only ten seconds, T.K. crouched the lowest he can, and contorted his body the farthest he could before leaping into the air.

1..

2..

3!

The clock buzzed as T.K. landed shakily. After regaining his balance, he came to a stop and looked towards the stunned crowd. "Folks...I think we have ourselves a new champion! Terrence has stunted on all of the other contestants! He has earned himself a nice check for a million dollars and a new car: the Grody F5 Minus V12! Terrence, what are you going to do now?!" The announcer asked as the crowd exploded in a frenzy.

T.K. grabbed the mic and cleared his throat, "What am I going to do with this? I'M GOING TO DAIRYLAND!"

Outside the stadium, T.K. was talking to one of his skater friends, Tane Mbutabe. "You sure that you don't want to kick it in Rio and celebrate?" Tane asked.

T.K. chuckled and shook his head, "Naw, son. You know I gotta head back to the 'Woods. Besides, you need to worry about yo crazy ass after that streaking fiasco."

"Again, I was drunk. One thing, aren't you worried that Keith has your footage of the pursuit," Tane pried.

"Hm, I thought I find you two marks here. I would say that I'm surprised, but why bother, cuz."

The duo looked forward towards the offending voice. Keith Conway was notorious for messing with rookie skaters and their concentration. He looked and spoke like a tryhard ghetto fab person; however, everyone and their mother knows that he's a spoiled prep from California. A chihuahua from Compton is more intimidating than him.

"Keith, what the hell do you want. It ain't common for someone like yourself to be gloating after I whipped your ass," T.K. snarked.

Keith chuckled, "Yeah, you won the competition, so what fool? Besides, you know you can't leave Rio without...THIS!"

He pulled out a CD and T.K.'s eyes widened at the reveal. "Is that my footage?" T.K. slowly pried, anger rising in his system. The footage contained him and Tane running from the cops back in New York. Even though the pursuit was epic, there was one piece that made the entire footage worthwhile. As T.K. and Tane were hiding atop of a roof to wait for the heat to die down, a helicopter suddenly swooped in front of them. With no other options, T.K. planned a deadly escape. They going to use the kicker on the end of the building to jump to the another one. Long story short, he and Tane performed the stunt, and miraculously, they made out with only minor injuries. It wasn't until nighttime that the boys finally escaped the cops.

"Yes, yes it is, cuz. Got a problem with that?" Keith inquired smugly, waving the CD in the air.

If looks could kill, then Keith would be pushing up daisies. T.K. slowly walked towards Keith, "You snakelike, poor excuse of a thug, one dimensional jackass!"

Keith put up his hands in playful defeat, "Whoa, bro! We're all friends here, right. Besides, I got a competition proposition fo ya."

"One, I'll never be friends with you if I was dying on this pavement right here, and two, what proposition?" T.K. listed, glaring nukes at Keith.

"You and me, one final skate off. The winner gets the footage!" Keith proposed.

"Yeah, when ya say that..." T.K. trailed off.

WHACK!

A haymaker from T.K. sends the punk flying into a set of trash cans, while grabbing the tape in one fluid motion. "Yeah, I'm going to take a LONG raincheck on that, bruh. Alright, Tane, I'm gone. See you in a few months," T.K. stated, getting into his F5 and driving off to the airport.

Tane, who was silent during the whole time, was now watching the semi-conscious Keith groan in pain while clutching his jaw. "Meh, better him than me, brotha," Tane conclude as he skated away.

"One ticket to Detroit, please?" T.K. asked. He had a small problem in finding how to transport the F5 safely. Luckily for him, a kind man offered to transport it to Detroit by first a boat, then by a cargo haul.

"Here you go, senor. One one way ticket. Have a safe flight and thank you for coming to Rio," The lady expressed, handing him a ticket.

T.K. nodded and smiled, "Gracias, chica."

Later, T.K. was settling his first class seat. Taking out his UPod and Bass headphones, he placed them on his head. "Hm, I wonder how much things have changed after being away for two years," T.K. thought as he closed his eyes.

"And she was like, 'Uh, Lola? You can do so much better.' I was like, 'Honey, if I can do better, then they would have to ban me for being the pinnacle of perfection," Lola reminisced, feeling so sure of herself.

Lana nodded, "Uh huh."

The twins grew into wonderful young women in their own rights. Lola branched into modeling when she was 11, and like the pagents, she also became a dominant force in that department. Personality wise, she tone down her narcissism, and showed a more sweet, kind side of herself; however, that won't stop her from putting someone in their place if she needed to. Nowadays, she wore a simple, flowing pink dress with matching open toed pumps. Her hair tuft evolved into three sweeping bangs. A pink hairband sits on top of her hair.

Lana expanded her fix-it knowledge onto cars and found out that she's very good at tuning and modifying them. She got a job petsitting the neighborhood pets and was doing exceptionally well. She was still the same chilled, nice girl from when she was little. Now, she wore a murky gray-green tank top with oil stains, blue jeans, and white sneakers. She dons one ponytail instead of pigtails underneath her beloved red baseball cap.

Lola put her hands on her hips, "Lana, are you even listening to me?"

"I was. The last thing you said was bein' 'the pinnacle of perfection,'" Lana answered, performing a perfect imitation of Lola.

Lola was shocked, "Oh...Ok then."

A knock on the door catches the twins' attention. "Come in!" They responded.

The door opened to Leni as she poked her head in. "Guys, mom said that she and dad said that they are, like, making pizza. It that ok with you two?"

If there was one phrase to describe Leni this time around: it would be chock full of surprises. First, she made a high score on the college admission test, and finally, she got an internship at Mucci, later on a job as a fashion designer. Her hair grew wavy and long and she wore a red hairband. She still wore her red hoop earrings. She ditched her oval specs for more practical glasses. A nice turquiose designer dress clung elegantly to her body, and wrapped around her hips was a black leather belt. A pair of turquoise and white open toed high heels donned her feet to finish up her ensemble. She has a good thing going on for her, but she still hit the wall at times.

"Alright, pizza!" Lana exclaimed, pumping her fists.

"Yeah, pizza!" Lola exclaimed, performing a pirolette.

Leni smiled at the cute display of enthusiasm before closing the door behind her.

T.K. took a deep breath and smiled as he looked towards Royal Woods. "Two years, two years is how long that I've been gone from this place. Now, I'm home. I tell ya man, nothing better than a nostalgic visit back to my stomping grounds. When I graduated, I told Mr. and Mrs. Loud that I was going to take a nationwide tour through the US to find the best skate spots. Understandably, they were against it because I needed to go to college. Then my ambition showed and it help swayed their opinions. Speaking of, I really can't wait to see them again!" T.K. explained to the fourth wall.

BUZZ! BUZZ!

"I gotta take this. Yellow? Tyke, what's good, bruh? What was that? A street race? Tonight? Hmmmm, yeah why not. Alright, cool. One," T.K. said, hanging up his phone.

"Well, that's my cue to boogie. See ya at the race, bruh!" T.K. exclaimed, climbing into the F5.

VROOM! VR-VROOM! VROOM!

Slaming the gas pedal, T.K. sped off into the town.

"I don't know, Luna. Does Bobby really love being in a relationship with me, or does he feels literally too scared to leave me?" Lori asked, spreading the sauce around the dough. Lori grew into a great woman. She takes a full time job as a substitute teacher at the elementary school. On the side, she's making a phone app that gives advice to single women all over the world. She and Bobby are still together after all these years, but a few recent arguments is jeopardizing their future. She wears a baby blue short sleeve t-shirt with dark grey leggings. A pair of white and baby blue running shoes were snugly fitted on her feet. She wore her hair in a short ponytail, and a pair of eyeglasses was on her face because her constant phone gazing affected her vision.

"Um, to be real, dude, you were pretty feisty when we were younger. My advice, try to be more calm and patient, and don't try to be overeactive and go on one of your famed rage trips," Luna advised as she spreads the cheese onto the pizza. The rocker did the same thing as T.K. and left the house after graduating. She traveled around the country with Chunk, performing shows as opening acts. She even snuck into festivals and played there, earning the nickname, "The Festive Punk Ninja." She grew her hair out and shaved half of it; she dyed the tips of the hair purple. She wore a purple, shoulderless halter top. A torn version of her purple, plaid skirt showed a few glimpse of her legs for a few lucky eyes. A black leather jacket was wrapped around her waist to prevent anything staining it. Finally, a pair of low heeled boots gave her a flirty kick to her personality.

"Rage trips, me?" Lori pried, placing a hand on her chest.

Luna rolled her eyes, "Uh, yeah. Besides, the local roller derby team could use someone with a temper like you."

"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny. Now, pass me the cheese will ya?" Lori ordered as she held her hand out.

Just then, a faint tremble quaked through the kitchen. "Whoa, what was that? Luna, did you leave your speakers on again?" Lori asked.

Luna shook her head, "Naw, dude. Since when do I play rap music?"

"Rap music? Hm, that can only mean that a certain someone is back in town," Lori chalked up, walking towards the living room.

Lincoln and Lucy were in the living room. They were also checking the quake that rumbled the house. Lincoln is a freshman in college. His brainstorming abilities allows him to keep track of his school work and stay ahead. He and Clyde were making their own comic book in their spare time. He wears a orange v-neck t-shirt, navy blue jeans, and orange sneakers.

Lucy was blooming into a artistic, if not dark, woman. Her poems are the top best sellers at the super market. She was also named the one of the top ten poem prodigies in Michigan. She wore an elegant, custom black Lolita dress made by Leni, which was decorated with frowning bats. She carries a black umbrella around to give her an mysterious look.

"Hey, did you guys hear that?" Lincoln pried, resting on the wall.

Lori nodded, "Yeah we did. It could be rap music."

"Or it is the Earth releasing anguish and rage pent up from over billions of years." Lucy proposed.

"No, dude. We still think it's rap music," Luna defended.

"Wait, we are going to get no where arguing. Let's go and check it out!" Lincoln called, walking towards the door.

The three followed the boy outside to find him peering down the street since the tremble came from there. They also turned their heads in the same direction as something crept over the horizon. It looked like a man was dancing on top of a expensive car. It dawned on them as they recognized who it was since the stranger's dancing style tipped them off.

"Is that T.K.?!" They all asked to each other.

T.K. stopped dancing and hopped into the cockpit through the sunroof. He then whipped the car around, perfectly parallel parking in between Leni's sedan and Luna's van. T.K. got out of the car and gave his siblings in law a big smile, "Hey yo, hey yo! Long time, no see my brother and sisters!"

"Dude! Where'd ya get that sick whip?!" Luna asked, pulling the man into a hug.

T.K. patted her back, "Courtesy of winning a huge skate competition, chica."

"Oh, yeah. The 'Skate Carnivale 2025'. We were watching that online. Good job on winning by the way," Lori informed, getting her own hug.

T.K. was confused, "How did y'all know about that?"

"Because from what Lincoln said, and you wouldn't quit blabbering about it when we younger," Lynn responded as she, Lily, Lola, Lana, Luan, Leni, and Lisa stepped outside. Lynn went to college part time for a associate degree in physical theapy. She also trained for the Olympics in her downtime for track and field. She wore a red track jacket, black leggings with the number one on the left leg. To finish the look, she wore black high top running shoes. She wore her hair down, but she still tie it up when she was doing sports.

Leni let out a huge gasp, "Tee Kee!"

She took off from the porch and across the front yard with her arms outstretched. "Wow, she can haul ass in-URK!" T.K. thought as he was glomped by Leni.

"I missed you so much! I was, like, worried that something terrible was going to happened to you," Leni informed, nuzzling T.K.'s chest.

T.K. began to feel a certain something was pitching because of Leni's low cut dress was showing a lot of skin, "Nope, bad boy! This is your sister! Sister in law that is."

"Good to see you too, Le-OOF!"

"Yay, T.K.'s back," Lana expressed, jumping in for a hug.

"Yeah, I'm-AH!"

Lola squeezed him hard, "It's so good to see you again, T!"

"You too, Lo-AH!"

Lily sneaked in for her own fair share, "Kelly! You came home!" Lily has grown into a bright, spunky young girl. She began an interest in baking baked goods. Her cookies, pastries, and cakes had made her a fan favorite among her classmates. She wore her hair in two high pigtails like Lana. She wore a white jumper with a lavender undershirt. She wears purple and lavender sneakers.

"Code black: Sisters are within boner range. Repeat, sisters are within boner range." T.K. thought as he struggled to breathe.

Lori whistled at the dog plie, "Alright, you four! Let the man breathe!"

The four get up from their glomp assault, "Sorry, T.K."

"It's alright. I needed a shower anyways," T.K. reassured, dusting himself off.

"Well, T.K. just got a daily dose of the Big Squeeze if you please," Luan joked, holding up a small orange. Luan was taking over the comedy game. Her video channel is one of the top rated channels in MeTube. She was casted into a indie movie about a mime breaking silence no too long ago. Whenever she and Luna would meet up, they usually do opening acts for each other. She wore a yellow shoulderless sweater, gray skinny jeans, and black short heeled ankle boots.

"Ok, since the carnivale is the last skateboarding event of the year. I basically have months of free time; however, what brings some of you here?" T.K. asked.

"We usually meet up here on every other weekend just to catch up and hang," Lincoln responded.

Mrs. Loud appears at the doorway, "Alright, everyone! Pizza's ready! Oh hey, T.K., when did you get here?"

"Hey, Mrs. Loud! Not to long ago, actually," T.K. responded.

"Oh, ok! Like I said, dinner's ready," Mrs. Loud repeated.

During dinner, everyone filled T.K. in on what they were doing. "So, you have a laboratory, Lisa? That's dope!" T.K. complimented, eating another bite of pizza.

"It just an laboratory under the house. It's nothing too grand, really; however, it is excellent to establish my own place of work, not to toot my own horn," Lisa expressed. The young prodigy finished college, leaving her with all of the time in the world to conduct any experiment. She started construction of her underground lab when she was seven; it took her two years to finish the entire thing. She switch her circle framed glasses to cat eyed framed glasses. She wore a green blouse with maroon jeans. She wore brown flats and her shaggy hair grew to her waist. To Lola's chagrin, she hit puberty and grew some curves.

"So, T.K., how the cross country adventure went for ya?" Mr. Loud asked.

"Oh, it went great! Did some sightseeing, caught some footage of the skate parks that I visited, and ate some great food; however, they can't stack up to your food, Mrs. Loud," T.K. praised.

Mrs. Loud blushed, "Aw, thanks dear! Did anything else happen?"

"Yeah, I got signed to Birdbath. Finally, I was invited to a huge skate competition in Rio, where I won a million dollars," T.K. answered.

"Wow, a million big ones! You sure are a lucky fella, T!" Mr. Loud retorted.

T.K. waved dismissively, "Nah, I wouldn't call it luck. It was pure skill, and skill deserves to be rewarded. Can I be excuse? I kinda smell like butt."

"Sure son, but don't take too long."

At 8:15, T.K. stepped out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. He wore a simple navy tank top, khaki slacks, and navy low cut classic skate shoes. "Hm, it's about time for the race. Let's get going," T.K. reminded, jogging down the stairs. At the bottom, he saw the others were watching a movie. "Hey, I'm going out for the night. That cool?" T.K. pried as he grabbed his keys.

Lincoln turned his head, "You sure, man? This movie wasn't awarded 'Movie of the Year' for nothing."

T.K. shook his head, "Naw, besides I already seen that movie. Later."

"Alright, man."

"Bye, Tee Kee!"

"Be careful out there, dude!"

On the road, the sky was clear, the moon was bright, and it was perfect for street racing. T.K. decided to listen to some music to get him hyped. "Yo chick come close to me, she ain't going home when she post to be. Gettin money like I'm post to be, gettin money like I'm post to-"

"HI T.K.!" Lana piped.

"WHAT THE FUC-"

HONK!

"AHHHHHHHH!" T.K., Lola, Lana screamed as T.K. steered away from the incoming car. The F5 slowed to a stop on the side of the road.

"Lana...Lola, what are you two doing here? Explanation, now!" T.K. ordered, glaring them down.

Lola pointed a finger towards Lana, "She made me go! At first, I didn't want to go, but then she called me a wuss, which changed my mind. I, Lola Lexus Loud, am not going called such slanderous jeers."

Lana rolled her eyes, "Wow, way to be a traitor, sis."

"Hell no, hell no! Does everyone else know about this?"

"No, they know that we're in bed...supposedly," Lola nervously answered.

"Supposedly!?" T.K. repeated.

"So where are we going, T?" Lana asked, putting on her seat belt.

"We are not going anywhere. I'm taking you both home now!" T.K. responded, reaching for the gear shifter.

Lola grabbed his hand, "Oh, no you don't. Unless, you want me to tell mom and dad that you brought a girl over and...what was it again? Knock some boots?"

"One, you're correct, and two, how did you know that? That was two years ago!" T.K. stated.

"I have my ways, sir. Now, what's it gonna be?" Lola pried, putting on a smug look.

"Yeah!" Lana added.

T.K. sighed, "Fine. Do not say nothing during the race. It already bad enough that I'm babysitting you two munchkins."

"Hey!"

After getting to the race, T.K. had to pay an entry fee of ten thousand dollars. "Go to the starting line. The others are waiting for you." The bouncer informed.

T.K. nodded, "Thanks!"

The bouncer raised an eyebrow, "Are those two teenagers?"

"Nope, just two midgets along for the ride," T.K. lied.

"Hey, we are not-"

T.K. clamped his hands over their mouths, "Zip it!"

He gave the bouncer a sheepish smile and drove to the starting line. A female in revealing clothing stepped out in front of the racing line. "Alright, racers three things: Ruthless aggression is key, take any risks, and dominate those that oppose you. Now, let's race!" The woman exclaimed as the crowd exploded in a cheering frenzy.

"Aw, she's curvy too! Why am I such a late bloomer?" Lola complained, folding her arms in a cute pout.

T.K. smirked and shook his head. "Ready...steady...freddy...GO!" The woman shouted as she released the racers.

The racers took off in perfect unison, spraying nitrous to gain an early lead. T.K. was second, behind an old black muscle car. "Woo, that was awesome!" Lana shrieked, jumping up and down in her seat.

"Ah! Maybe a little warning next time, you blockhead!" Lola deemed.

The cars came across the first turn. T.K. pulled the handbrake to send the car into a smooth drift as he repeatedly push the gas pedal to keep control. He eased the F5 back into a stable position and shifted gears to regain speed. He was still behind the muscle car. "Dude, I didn't know that you can drift," Lana stated.

T.K. smirked, "Now, you do chica!"

SHUNT!

"Ah, what the hell?!" T.K. yelled, looking back in the rear view mirror. The blue hatchback gave his car a new battle scar. The hatchback quickly took advantage and passed him. "I take this! Enjoy third, bitch!" The hatchback driver snarked.

"Come on, T.K.!" Lola exclaimed.

"Yeah, after him!" Lana added.

Growling, T.K. quickly shifted gears and sped. The hatchback may have the cornering ability, but the F5 was more than capable in the straight line. He quickly overtakes the hatchback while flipping the bird at the driver. The hatchback driver wasn't going to give up, "Oh, hell no!"

CRASH!

"He's doing it again!" Lana informed, looking back.

"T?" Lola fearfully started.

BUMP!

"He's now beside us!" Lana warned as the hatchback crept up to the side.

The hatchback driver smirked, "Nice car, too bad it and you is going to the scrap heap!"

"T.K.!" Lana yelled.

"Do something!" Lola yelled.

The hatchback driver reared his car for one more shunt and threw the car to the F5. T.K. pulled the handbrake, slowing down the car to avoid the hit. "Oh shit!" The driver screamed as he drove up a huge bump and was launched into the air. It landed as he crashed into a tree.

"Hmph, mark," T.K. gloated, shifting gears.

"Oh my god! Is he ok?" Lola and Lana shouted.

T.K. nodded, "Yeah, look."

The twins peered out of the driver and passenger windows to see a door being kicked down. The driver painfully pulled himself out as he look at his wreckage of a car, "Oh my god! Are you serious?! I've spend my school grants modifying this!"

T.K. looked ahead and sees the black muscle car. "OK, I see the leader. If I can make for lost ground, then I could win this!"

Lana pointed to a dirt road, "T.K., look! A shortcut!

"You sure that we lead us to the finish line?" T.K. questioned.

Lana nodded, "I know so."

T.K. looked at Lola, who shrugged her shoulders. "Alright, then."

He turned the car over to the road as it began to bounce due to bumpiness. T.K. looked over on his right and seen that he was overtaking the muscle car. "Hey, isn't that the finish line," Lola piped, pointing ahead to a crowd of cars and people on a street that was shrouded behind some bushes.

"Yeah, but it look like it's behind...a large...jump. ...Seat belts!" T.K. ordered.

CLICK!

T.K. pounded the gas pedal and increased his speed towards the jump. "AHHHHHHHH!" They all screamed as they hold hands.

The F5 shot through the air as it crossed a large ravine. The crowd screamed as they moved out of the way. The car crashed down on the front, knocking the bumper off.

"We won...WE WON!" T.K. exclaimed as the three went for a group hug.

Lola clasped her hands, "And we're alive!"

"Bonus!" T.K. added, grabbing the girl for an affectionate noogie.

"Hey, slick. That was some smooth driving. Rojo wants to talk to you," The flag girl informed.

"Alright, give me a sec. Girls, stay here," T.K. instructed as he got out of the car.

He walked over to the black muscle car, where a muscular, bald man was standing with a smirk. "So there's the daredevil. Nice race, kid," Rojo praised.

T.K. nodded, "Thanks. You're good too."

Rojo held out the prize money, "For the winner. Spend it well, son!"

"Thanks, man! I appreciate it," T.K. said.

Rojo grabbed his shoulder, "By the way, I seen your bumper fall off when you came back down hard. Bring 'er over to my shop tomorrow for a quick fix, free of charge."

T.K. nodded.

"Alright, everyone. Clear out! I don't know you and you don't know me! Get me?" Rojo instructed.

T.K. went over and grabbed his bumper and walked over the girls.

"So how much did ya get, T?" Lana asked.

"Just forty g's, that's all. Seriously, don't do this again, girls. I will kill myself if I let anything happened to you. Now, if anyone asks about my car. Tell them that a stray dog ripped off the bumper." T.K. ordered, slipping the two a hundred dollars each.

The twins nodded, "Got it!"

"Now, Lana, sit up front because I need to put this bumper at the back." T.K. explained.

"Ew!" The twins groaned.

T.K. rolled his eyes, "Just do it!"

Author's note: Alright, the first future episode is done! Told you that this was different. Now to do one more episode, then a fan request, and a episode from the show. Review, follow, favorite, and send a request for anything but incest and underage because that's disgusting. I hope that the gang's description didn't disrupt the flow of the story.

Speed is a hell of a drug.