On a cool, crisp Halloween afternoon and the Louds, sans T.K. and Lori, were preparing to take off for the day for trick or treating. T.K. couldn't go because he had to catch up on classwork since the incident. As for Lori, Rita and Lynn Sr. decided to give her a break and watch the kids themselves. T.K. and Lori were sending the others off.

"Alright, you two. Here's some money for some pizza. We'll be gone for pretty much all day. Understand?" Lynn Sr. asked.

"Yes sir," T.K. answered.

Lori looked up from her phone and nodded, "Got it."

"Ugh, it sucks that you can't go, T," Lynn lamented. She was dressed as a female action heroine.

"I bet it stinks to read every lesson and do the assignment afterwards," Lincoln predicted. He was a barbarian.

"Yeah, no doubt. I heard that the McBrides are totes giving away king-size candy bars, Tee Kee," Leni informed. She was dressed as a magician.

"Guys, calm yourselves. Don't let my misery cloud your good times, even though I would kill for a king-size Dog-gie bar. Go and have fun! Enjoy yourselves!" T.K. ordered.

"Yeah, you heard the man! Let's go!" Lana exclaimed, running out the door. She was dressed as a bear.

Lola followed after her. She was dressed as a vampire princess, "Wait for me! I want to be the first to those candy bars!"

The others charged after the twins while Lynn Sr. tried keep them together. "Kids, stay together!" Lynn. Sr. shouted.

"We should be back before ten. Bye, you two! We love you!" Rita chirped, closing the door behind her.

Lori walked upstairs, "If you need me, twerp. I'll be in my room. Matter of fact, don't call for me."

T.K. watched her walk to her room. He then turned to the reader.

"Well, it's that awesome time again. Halloween, where all the goons, crooks, and savages come out to play. Unfortunately, since the accident, I've been locked down with classwork from being absent. Lincoln has been doing everything he could to help me in time, but it was no use. Luckily, I'm about eighty percent done with it overall, so that I could go out for some trick or treating later on. Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to cram in some more before I go out," T.K. explained as he walked to the basement.

Through incredible endurance and tenacity, our young hero is now finished ninety percent of all of his make-up work. Smiling happily, T.K. set his pencil down and got up. He walked upstairs to the living room, and upstairs to Lori's and Leni's room. He knocked on the door.

Lori popped her head out of the door, "One sec, Boo Boo Bear. What, twerp?!"

"Aside from the nausea inducing pet name, can you take me trick or treating?" T.K. asked.

Lori was unamused, "And why, pray tell, should I do that?"

"Need I remind you about the bet, big mama?" T.K. challenged.

"What are you talking about, T.K.?" Lori pried.

T.K. rolled his eyes, "The bet! The loser of the two out of three session we had a week ago has to do anything that the winner says. We could use it anytime. That anytime is now, chica."

"Ugh, seriously?! Can you do it some other time?!" Lori exclaimed, frustrated at the reminder.

"Nope! Besides, what are you doing that SO important?" T.K. asked as he was getting frustrated as well.

Lori squinted her eyes, "I'll have you know that there's a HUGE costume party going on tonight, and Bobby and I need to look our very best for the contest."

"Ok? When does it start?" T.K. asked.

"At eight. Why?" Lori answered.

"Alright, come trick or treating with me. When it gets close to the party, just call Bobby and he'll pick you up," T.K. explained.

Lori thought about this. With this, she can kill two birds with one stone. She looked back to T.K. and nodded. "Alright. Give me a sec to change, and we'll head out," Lori spoke.

T.K. jumped into the air, "Oh yeah! Lori, you are the true MVP!"

He ran downstairs to change as Lori look on, "Hm, that was nice of him to say that."

Later, Lori was downstairs waiting on T.K. She was dressed as a hula girl, and wore a hoodie over it to protect herself from the cold. Lori tapped her foot impatiently, "Ugh, and he and Lincoln says that we take forever. Come on, T!"

"One, two. Teddy's coming for you. Three, four. Better shut that door. Five, six. He is not a hex. Seven, eight. Better keep awake. Nine, ten. The bear is IN!" T.K. whispered, sneaking up on Lori. He was wearing an animatronic bear suit. It was disfigured, and it had claws and sharp teeth. (Picture Nightmare Fredbear.)

Lori turned around, "Oh my god. Twerp, if you are not down here in the next te-"

ROAR!

"Ahhhhhhh!" Lori screamed, leaping onto her butt.

T.K. lifted up the upper half of his helmet, "Pffffft. Pwah ha ha ha ha haaaaa! Oh bruh, you should seen the look on your face!"

"You jerk! That's literally not funny!" Lori shouted, pushing him down and walking out of the door.

"Heh heh! What?! It's funny!" T.K. exclaimed. He followed her out of the door.

Lori closed the door, "So what are you suppose to be? The ugly ducking of Lana's costume?"

"For your info, this is Teddy Scare. One of the scariest horror game bosses out there. Now onto you. What's with the hula outfit? You trying show the boys your 'intellect'?" T.K. snarked.

Lori gasped, "I'm not that type of girl, T.K. Besides, I'm saving all of this for Bobby."

She made a couple of sexy poses as T.K. cringed.

"Ew! Now I regret snarking at you. Let the trick or treating commence!" T.K. declared, rushing off down the street.

Lori rolled her eyes, "Ugh, this is literally going to be a LONG day."

T.K. managed to out do his haul last Halloween. He had to make a stop at the house for another bag. Unfortunately, when he and Lori got to the Mcbrides...

"What do you mean you're out of king-size bars!?" T.K. whined.

Harold overturned the bowl, "I'm sorry, T.K. Lincoln and the others cleaned us out."

Lori put her hand on T.K., "Maybe next year, T. Come on."

"Ugh. You're right. Sorry Mr. McB," T.K. apologized.

"No worries, son," Harold reassured.

T.K. and Lori walked from the McBride house as Harold waved them farewell. T.K. looked into his bag and frowned.

"Grr. I can't end an epic roundup like this without a king-size Dog-gie. There's gotta be another house with that candy," T.K. wondered.

"I don't see why that such a big deal. Just buy one from a store, T.K.," Lori proposed.

T.K. shook his head, "Uh-uh. I'm never buying anything from that cheapo Flip, and it's the principle."

He looked down to the end of the road and saw a broken down, decrepit house. On the porch, there was a jack o lantern that was full of...

"By the gods, Dog-gies!" T.K. screeched, racing down to the house.

Lori tried to stop him, but it was in vain, "T.K., wait! Darn it!"

"Awww, my love. Where have you been all of my life?" T.K. gushed, rubbing the packaged candy in his face.

"Could ya at least give me a warning before you run off like that?! And you say that you are the mature one," Lori snarked.

T.K. rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Here."

He reached into the jack o lantern and grabbed another Dog-gie bar. He held it out for Lori.

"What's this?" Lori asked.

"Just my way of saying thanks, chica. Lincoln told me about you and others love chocolate," T.K. informed.

With a smile, Lori took the chocolate and placed it in her hoodie pocket.

"Aw, the tough guy does have a heart," Lori joked, pulling on T.K.'s cheek.

T.K. shook her hand away, "Yeah, yeah. Now, let's-"

WHOOSH!

The porch floor slid from under the two, leaving them in the air for a few seconds.

"Gooooooo. Oh crap," T.K. noted.

The two fell through the trapdoor. They landed on a slide and traveled to what appears to be the basement.

T.K. landed first, "Ahhhhhhh, oof!"

And then Lori landed on top of him, "Yahhhhhhh, ow!"

T.K. rolled from underneath her. He got up and looked around: various blankets covered furniture, broken glass was all over the floor, and overall, it was a pigsty.

"Hm, I guess whoever lived here never heard of spring cleaning," T.K. joked, dusting off a couch.

"Where are we?" Lori wondered.

T.K. looked around, "If I had to guess, the basement maybe?"

Lori also looked around and saw a stack of newspapers. She walked to the stack and picked the first one up.

"Clown Psycho Lures Another Child To His Web Of Death," Lori read.

T.K. walked up to her, "Pardon my french, but did you say DEATH?!"

Lori dropped the paper in horror. She stepped back from the newspaper stack.

"Earth to Lorraine. What's your malfunction, chica?" T.K. questioned, snapping his fingers.

Lori put a hand to her mouth in realization and fear, "W-we're. We're in HIS house."

"His house? Who's house?" T.K. pried.

"Chuckles The. The. The." Lori repeated, trembling like a leaf.

T.K. had enough, "For the love of god! Spit it out!"

"The Predator! We're inside Chuckles The Predator's house. We are dead! We are literally dead! We are going to die because you can't just simply buy a Dog-gie bar! You are such a glutton!" Lori declared.

T.K. did a double take, "Excuse me?! Uh, you eat just as much as me. If not more!"

"Don't deny it, twerp. Look at me, I'm T.K., I swallow everything like a black hole. Everything has to be manly for me, or I won't do it; however, that doesn't excuse the fact that I cry at cute puppy videos," Lori mocked, putting a deep voice.

"...You want to go there, huh?" T.K. deadpanned as he squinted his eyes.

Lori got into his face, "Yeah!"

"Ok. I'm Lori Loud. Let me and my phone stare you down condescendingly. OMG, a message from Bobby Boo Boo Bear? Let me respond to him in a love sickeningly paragraph. Finally, I literally have a muffin top!" T.K. mocked, putting on a feminine voice.

Lori gasped dramatically, "You take that back!"

In the midst of this, a huge, burly man opened the door. He wore clown makeup, a boiler suit with sleeves ripped off, and carried a huge machete. He snuck to the arguing duo with the intent of murder.

"Phonaholic!" T.K. sneered.

"Meathead!" Lori retaliated.

"Dodo bird!" T.K. shouted.

"Jerkwad!" Lori screeched.

The two continued to stare each other down before...giggling? It evolved into full blown laughter as they leaned onto each other for support.

"Ha, haaaaa! Oh man. That's stress relieving," T.K. remarked, wiping a tear away.

"Yeah, heh, heh. No doubt," Lori chuckled.

"My, my. Fresh meat. What a treat!"

The two froze as they turned around. Chuckles raised his machete.

"Chuckles..." T.K. started.

"The Predator! Run!" Lori ordered, grabbing T.K.'s hand and rushing past Chuckles.

Chuckles swung down the machete, but Lori and T.K. dodged it. The two traveled upstairs into the living room, which was huge but in shambles. She leaped over the couch as T.K. followed. She looked over the couch from behind.

"Ok, we lost him; however, that won't stop him from coming up," Lori warned.

T.K. nodded, "You're right, he knows this dump better than us. We need to find a way out."

He leaned against the wall until...

ZIP!

"Ah!" T.K. yelped as he fell backwards into a trap door.

"Ok, the front door is boarded up from the outside. Maybe we can use the win...dow," Lori trailed off, looking at where T.K. used to be.

Lori facepalmed, "Dang it, T.K.!"

"Ah, freedom's so sacred so near. Too bad that you can't see it through fear," Chuckles quiped, strolling slowly up the stairs.

That was Lori's cue to jet. She sprinted upstairs into a hallway with four doors. She began to check for T.K.

"T.K.? T.K., where are you?" Lori whispered, looking in the room on her left.

T.K. suddenly appeared behind her, "You rang?"

"Ahhhh! ...Where have you been?!" Lori shouted.

T.K. shushed her, "Keep your voice down! If you're wondering, I fell through a trapdoor. Can come in very handy for an escape."

Lori rolled her eyes, "Thanks for the info, Hawking. Come on! Let's hide in the closet."

She and T.K. dashed towards the end of the hallway. Lori opened the door and the two hid inside. After an a minute of hiding, Lori decided to break the silence.

"Hey, do...do I really have a muffin top, T.K.?" Lori asked nervously.

T.K. was confused, "Wha?"

"Seriously, do I have a muffin top?" Lori repeated.

"Ohhhhh. No, no you don't. That health food of yours is really doing wonders for your body. I only said that to spite you," T.K. admitted.

Lori blushed, "Awww, thanks little bro."

"No prob. Anyway, since we're on the subject. Am I really a meathead?" T.K. pried.

"Oh no. No! Besides, the way you act around Krystal is literally heartwarming," Lori remarked.

T.K. squinted his eyes, "You been listening to our conversations with the girls haven't you."

"What?! We been making sure that Krystal doesn't hurt you," Lori lied.

"Umm hmm. Alright, let's find a light. Do you hear dripping?" T.K. asked, feeling the walls.

CLICK!

As soon the light came on, T.K. regretted doing that. A body of a poor soul was mere feet away from him and Lori. His throat had been deeply cut, showing his larynx. The way he died terrified Lori; however, something else terrified T.K.

"B-blood. There's b-b-blood all over him. I-I-I'm going to be sick," T.K. groaned as he ran out the closet.

"Oh, there you are. I was wondering where you gone so far," Chuckles remarked, flashing a hungry grin.

Stopping in his tracks, T.K. looked around for a hiding place. He into the nearest room. Unfortunately, the room was mostly empty as Chuckles followed him. "Hm, it's a shame that you are going to die now. All I have to say is...wow," Chuckles snarked as he gotten closer.

Like a rat in a corner, T.K. backed up to the wall. He was making his peace as Lori threw something from the hallway.

"T.K., use this!" Lori shouted as a pipe landed between T.K. and Chuckles.

T.K. quickly grabbed the pipe and held it in defense. Chuckles was not amused.

"Really? You going to die swinging? Well, it better than crying and bleeding," Chuckles snarked as he charged T.K.

T.K. rolled out of the way. He swung the pipe to Chuckles' back, but it barely made the clown flinched. Chuckles turned back with rage in his eyes. He threw a heavy punch, which T.K. narrowly dodged. This time, T.K. swung the pipe to his shin.

PING!

"Ouch! You little shit!" Chuckles cried, leaping on one foot.

T.K. swung again to his other shin.

CLANG!

"Ah!" Chuckles yelled, falling to his hands and knees.

T.K. let loose a barrage of strikes to the various parts of Chuckles.

PONG! CLUNG! PING!

Chuckles tiredly raised his head as T.K. reared back for one more swing.

"Home run, baby!" T.K. yelled.

But it was all dashed when Chuckles grabbed the pipe mid swing. He easily raised T.K. to his glaring face.

"Yeaaaahhhh, ha, ha. I want to take back that whole 'Home run, baby!' quote, and start fresh. Hi, my name is Terrence Mutombooooooo!" T.K. screamed as Chuckles flung him into the wall.

The impact knocked the wind out of T.K. He landed on the ground as he tried to regain his breath. Chuckles gripped his machete and prowled on T.K. "All bark and a weak bite. But hey, you at least put up a decent fight," Chuckles commented, preparing to finish the job.

KA-KLANG!

A strong blow to the head sends Chuckles slowly to ground like a tree. T.K. rubbed his eyes and looked up to Lori, who was clutching the pipe and wore a fearsome look on her face.

"Don't you dare swing a sword on his cute, dreadlocked head!" Lori roared.

She dropped the pipe and rushed to T.K.'s aid.

"Are you ok, Kelly?" Lori pried.

T.K. took a deep breath, "A little battered, but not broken. ..What did I say about that name."

"You're alright. Come on," Lori instructed.

They dashed down to the kitchen. To their happiness, a door was cracked open. "Finally. We're home free!" Lori chirped, flinging the door open.

They exit to the backyard, and tread around to the front. Their jaws dropped in dismay as Lori and T.K. saw Chuckles at the porch. Apparently, he broke down the front door, and he was waiting for them with an angry face. "Going someplace? All that hard work has gone to waste!" Chuckles growled.

T.K. and Lori froze in fear. They huddled to each other for comfort as Chuckles lumbered towards the duo.

"I guess this is it. T.K., y-y-you were the best adopted brother that I have ever known! Don't tell Lincoln that, though," Lori whimpered.

"Thanks. I-I want to say thanks for giving me a home, love, and calling me cute. ...I'm also sorry for cracking you phone screen," T.K. apologized.

Lori does a double take, "Wait, WHAT!?"

T.K. flinched, "It was a big spider, and I-I couldn't find the fly swatter. ...HE'S GETTING CLOSER!"

Chuckles raised his machete...

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" T.K. and Lori screeched, ducking their heads.

WEOH!

All three of them turned their heads to the red and blue strobing lights of a police car.

"Freeze, Chuckles," A male officer ordered as he aimed his gun.

Chuckles quickly put his hands up.

Later on, Lori and T.K. were sitting at the back of a police car. They were still tense from the entire ordeal.

"You two are lucky that the next door neighbor called a complaint about two girls screaming." The officer spoke.

T.K. was unamused, "Sir, I'm a dude. I just have a high pitched scream."

"My apologies, son. So, where do you two stay at?" The officer asked.

Lori pointed out of the window, "Right here. Stop right here, sir."

The officer nodded as he turned the car beside the sidewalk. Lori and T.K. stepped out of the car. They gasped as they looked towards Vanzilla. Everyone was home! The officer honked his horn as he drove off into the night.

"If anyone asks. Just say that I gotten lost in the woods and you had to help me," T.K. planned.

Lori nodded as he opened the door. They peered their heads inside and seen the others lounging around. There faces was hidden from Lori and T.K.

"Hello?" T.K. called.

Everyone turned their heads. They were all wearing clown makeup.

"Hey, you two," Lincoln greeted.

T.K.'s and Lori's eye twitched.

"What happened to you, guys? You look pale," Leni remarked, standing up and walking towards the two.

T.K. and Lori held each other, "Ahhhhhhh! Clowns!"

Both of them fainted.

"What's the matter with them?" Lynn asked.

"I don't know. This makeup doesn't CLOWN around. Ha, ha, ha, ha. Get it," Luan joked.

Author's Note: Clown people, clown people. ...Just kidding! Hope y'all enjoyed this spooktactular special. On a side note, Chuckles The Predator was created WAY before this clown nonsense started. Review, favorite, follow, and review. See you on the next episode.

Don't let Chuckles The Predator catch you on the streets.

UPDATE: No episode this week; I'm not going through anything personal. I just need a break. I'm proud that I was able to keep up the work week after week for you guys. Thanks for 5,000 views too; I've been meaning to point that out. I'll working on a comic of one of the scenes from 'Mackin. It will be on Deviantart by the end of the weekend. See y'all next week, and happy November! We're getting close!