"He was a humble farmer until a drought ravaged his land," The narrator started, as the farmlands have dried out and a tumbleweed passes by.

"Now, he's found a new crop..." The narrator spoke. The farmer suddenly starts killing innocent victims with his scythe and harvesting their organs in a cooler.

"...human organs! He is...The Harvester! Opens this Friday." The narrator concluded.

Lincoln has shown his mother the trailer on his phone, but she was entirely against it.

"Uh-uh, Lincoln. You are not seeing that movie. It is too scary for you. He pulls around a cooler full of organs!" Rita exclaimed.

Lincoln groaned, "Mom!"

"You know how you get. You'll have nightmares. You'll think something's out to get you. You're just like your father." Rita compared.

As she walks away, Lynn Sr. comes out from behind the sofa with a teddy bear.

"That is a total exaggeration! On a completely different note, that trailer is never to be played in this house again," Lynn Sr. ruled out as he walked away, fidgeting in me fear.

"Come on, Mom. I'm not a baby. I can handle it," Lincoln reassured.

"No is my final answer." Rita declared as she walked away.

Lincoln looked on in disappointment.

At the Royal Woods Cinema, Lincoln, Clyde, and T.K. are inside.

"I'm fine not seeing The Harvester. It looks way too scary. And now, we get to see the new Blarney movie!" Clyde exclaimed happliy.

T.K. waved his hand dismissively, "Eh, Blarney's cool and all, but he can't stack up to Nora The Traveller."

An usher is carrying around some Blarney hats.

"Blarney beanies! Get your free Blarney beanies!" The usher persuaded.

Clyde walked up to the usher, "Ooh! Free Blarney hats? I'll take two!"

"One is fine," Lincoln corrected.

Clyde grabs and puts on a Blarney hat.

Usher held out another hat, "Get your free Blarney beanies!"

"It's not fair. My parents think I can't handle a scary movie," Lincoln complained.

T.K. took a sip of his smoothie, "I don't know, Linc. They could be on to somethin'."

"Well, I wished that Mom and Dad treated us more like grown ups," Lincoln prayed.

Rusty, Flat, and Papa all walk into the theater playing The Harvester.

"Aw, man! Rusty gets to see The Harvester? That guy cried when a bird flew into the gym!" Lincoln recalled.

Lincoln got an idea, "Maybe I should just go and not tell my parents. It's not like they'll find out."

"You know, Blarney has a song about that, Lincoln. Every time you lie / A leprechaun will cry. " Clyde sang as two little girls joined him.

The trio kept on singing, " A fib to Mom and Dad / Well that's just twice as bad! "

"Wow, that dinosaur has a song for every thing," T.K. pointed out.

"Yeah, that decides it. I'm going to The Harvester," Lincoln decided.

Clyde hooked his arms around the girls, "Come on, fellow Blarnadoons!"

He and the little girls go to the Blarney movie while Lincoln and T.K go to The Harvester. The doors shut tight behind them.

97 MINUTES LATER

All of the movie attendants except Lincoln come out talking about how much they enjoyed the movie. Lincoln slinks out of the theater with a petrified look on his face. T.K. wasn't faring any better as he followed Lincoln.

"T-that was h-h-horrific. I didn't know that movie was that b-bloody," T.K. explained

Lincoln snapped out of his trance and looked towards T.K., "What? You didn't see the trailer?"

"To me, trailers kinda spoil the movie for me. So, I go in blind for every movie I see," T.K. answered.

Lincoln took a deep breath as Clyde touched his shoulder.

Lincoln screamed, "PLEASE DON'T TAKE OUR GALLBLADDERS!"

Lincoln's screaming had scared T.K. too. "OR OUR SPLEENS!" T.K. added.

"Guess I don't have to ask how the movie was," Clyde summed up.

Lincoln got up to his feet, "I had no idea a man in overalls could be that scary."

"I'd say "I told you so", but Blarney has a song about that. When someone is wrong, don't make a note / The truest friends should never ever gloat " Clyde sang.

The little girls join in again.

Clyde and little girls continued, " Just cause you're the wiser- "

"CLYDE! We get it," Lincoln informed.

Lincoln and T.K. has just gotten home, and they are still shaken up from the movie.

"You two gonna be alright?" Clyde wondered

Lincoln shivered, "Our parents cannot find out that we went to see The Har...Har...Har...you know, that movie."

"Good luck, buddies. If you two need me, I'm here 24/7. But not on Channel 2. That's for Blarnadoons only. Later." Clyde departed.

Lincoln and T.K. stepped into the house.

"Hey, boys. How was the movie?" Rita greeted.

Lincoln does a double take, "What? We didn't see the movie!"

T.K. nudged him.

"Oh, you mean the Blarney movie. Which we did see." Lincoln corrected.

"Boy howdy. That sure made me feel like a kid again," T.K. added.

"Oh, terrific! Hey, can you two go get the ceramic pumpkins? We're putting up the Fall decorations." Lynn Sr. explained.

Lincoln nodded, "Sure, Dad. Where are they?"

"In the basement." Lynn Sr. answered.

Lincoln froze in fear, "The basement?"

Lynn Sr.: "Yeah. In the far back corner by the light that burned out. You know, where Lana's snake went to die."

"Ohh, my room. Don't worry, pops. W-we, ahem, will get that for y-you," T.K. assured.

T.K. gave a nervous grin as Lincoln nervously gulps and opens the door to the basement. Lincoln tries to turn the light on, but it doesn't shine.

"Seriously?" Lincoln complained.

"My bad, cuz. I been meaning to change out that light," T.K. noted as Lincoln shot him an unamused glare.

Lincoln began to step down...

"I will get you..."

Lincoln screamed, "Who said that?"

T.K. pointed in the darkness, "Wait. What's that?"

Lincoln noticed that he's stepping on a talking doll.

"I will get you...another cup of tea," The doll spoke.

Lincoln sighed, "Get a grip, Lincoln. It's just a doll."

"Yeah. Besides, what's there to be afraid of?" T.K. tempted as he stepped on Charles's chew toy.

SQUEAK!

"Ahhhhh!" T.K. yelped as he leaped into Lincoln's arms.

The two looked at each other.

"My word, Lincoln. Have you gotten stronger?" T.K. pried sheepishly.

Lincoln groaned as he set T.K. down. They get to the bottom, walked into a giant cobweb, falls into a few things that sets a Hockey stick to come at them, screams and gets out of the way as the doll's head comes off and rolls on the floor.

"THE HARVESTER!" They both screamed.

"Lincoln! T.K.! Come back up! I just remembered the pumpkins aren't in the basement." Lynn Sr. pointed out.

Lincoln and T.K. rushed back upstairs.

"They're in the attic." Lynn Sr. stated.

Lincoln froze again, "The...attic?"

"You know, that far, far back corner where there's no windows or light?" Lynn Sr. explained.

"Darn," T.K. deadpanned.

Lynn Sr. was confused, "Darn?"

"I mean yaaaaaay," T.K. lied.

Lincoln gulps again. As the boys prepared to enter the attic, they notices one of their sisters.

"Hey, Lola! Wanna go look for decorations in the attic with us?" Lincoln asked.

Lola shook her head, "No way. It's creepy up there."

Lincoln turned to Lucy, "How about you, Lucy? You might find a bat."

"I know we will, but none of them are vampires. So what's the point?" Lucy moped as she walked away.

"Cowards!" T.K. jeered.

Lincoln and T.K. reluctantly entered up to the attic. Lincoln gets his shirt caught on a loose nail.

"AH! THE HARVESTER'S GOT ME!" Lincoln cried as he takes off his shirt.

His shirt landed on T.K.'s face, obstructing his view.

"Ah, dude!" T.K. yelled, walking around blindly. He walked into a bag full of golf balls.

Lincoln walked into a box of whoopee cushions and makes them fall onto the ground,, "AH! HE'S GOT MY SISTER'S COLONS AND THEY'RE STILL FARTING!"

T.K. slipped on a golf ball, "Whoa, oof! What the, are these eyeballs?! I'M GONNA HURL!"

"LINCOLN! STOP MESSING AROUND WITH MY WHOOPEE CUSHIONS! I MEAN, I KNOW THEY'RE A GAS!" Luan laughed.

"AND THAT GOES DOUBLE FOR MY GOLF BALLS, T.K.!" Lynn Sr. added.

"Boys, I just remembered! Those pumpkins aren't in the attic! They're in the garage!" Rita stated.

T.K. facepalmed, "Oh my god. Come on, now!"

Lincoln gulps again and he and T.K. snuck towards the garage.

"I got hearts, kidneys, and ears!" A deep voice declared.

Nearby, a hoe rises up and digs deep into something.

Lincoln and T.K. screamed, "THE HARVESTER!"

They both ran away screaming.

It's actually just Mr. Grouse tending to his garden in the moonlight.

"Hearts of Romaine, kidney beans and ears of corn. You never heard of a guy growing his own vegetables before?" snarked.

The boys ran back inside.

Lincoln panted, They're not...in the...garage."

"Oh, that's right. They're under the porch. In that dark claustrophobic crawl space where the walls feel like they're closing in on you the deeper you get." Lynn Sr. explained.

Lincoln and T.K. gulpped once more.

"I'll just get them tomorrow. Sorry to make you two run around, kiddos," Lynn Sr. apologized.

Lincoln was pleased, "Phew."

"Thank god," T.K. added.

Later, everyone is going to bed and turning off the lights. Lincoln is making his way from the bathroom to his room.

"Well, better get to bed before Mom and Dad think of anymore infested places to send me and T.K." Lincoln predicted to the readers.

He gets to his room and turns off the light.

"You know, I think I'm doing better. It's been a full 10 minutes since I thought about the Har...Har...you know who I mean."

There was a knock on his door as Lincoln goes to answer it. It was T.K.

"Say, can I sleep in here? I can't deal with the vast empty basement," T.K. asked.

Lincoln nodded, "Sure, T. The more, the merrier."

T.K. stepped inside, and set his comforter and pillow on the ground.

As soon as they're nice and safe in their positions with the door open and the hallway light on, the hallway light turns off. They both gasped and Lincoln turned it back on, but it turned off again. On and off. On and off. On and off. On and off. Lincoln turned them back on again.

"Lincoln! T.K.! Enough! Lights out!" Rita barked.

She turned off the light only for T.K. to immediately turn them back on.

"T.K.!" Rita yelled as she turned the light off again.

Lincoln and T.K. went to Lola and Lana's room. Lincoln tapped on Lola's sleeping mask and then stretched it to make it snap on her eyes. It made her growl and she opened her eyes.

"Hey, Lola. Wanna watch some of your pageant videos?" Lincoln proposed.

Lola was delighted, but she became suspicious, "Ah! Okay, weird. Why would you two want to do that?"

"Because I'm a huge fan of youth-oriented, glamor-based competitions." Lincoln lied.

"And I loved to see your little bad self tear up the competition," T.K. added.

Lola wasn't fooled, "Oh, cut the crud, boys. What is up?"

"Okay, T.K. and I saw a scary movie today and we're afraid to be alone," Lincoln whispered.

"Well, just go sleep with Mom and Dad. That's what I always do," Lola proposed.

Lincoln wasn't taking that, "Uh...that's not an option."

"Well, neither is losing my beauty sleep. Goodnight to you both, sirs!" Lola goes back to sleep, snoring.

T.K. tapped Lincoln's shoulder, "Dude. Try Lana."

Lana's bed is filled with different animals.

"Hey, Lana-" Lincoln started.

The animals waking up, growling at him and T.K.

"Never mind." Lincoln finished.

They both left the room.

The boys went over to Lori and Leni's room where Lori is texting in her bed.

"Hey, Lori." Lincoln greeted.

Lori wasn't amused, "Whatever it is, I'm busy."

"Too busy to give girl advice?" Lincoln asked smugly.

"Yeah, we need to level up our macking skills," T.K. lied.

Lori gasped and eagerly pulled Lincoln and T.K. right under her covers.

36 MINUTES LATER

"Okay, question 63. What does "going dutch" mean? And does it have anything to do with Dutch ovens?" Lincoln asked.

"And when it's a good time to call your significant other 'bae'?" T.K. added.

"Hmm..." Lori thought as she heard her phone beeping and gasped.

"Session's over, boys. I have to talk to Bobby. He started his new pizza delivery job tonight." Lori informed.

She shoved Lincoln and T.K. out of her covers.

Bobby lifted a pizza up, "Check it, babe. I spelled your name with pepperonis."

The pepperoni says "LORY" which is incorrect, and the pizza slid right out of the box.

"That's coming out of my paycheck," Bobby noted.

Lincoln and T.K. has now has a groggy Lynn shooting hoops with them in Lincoln's room. Lynn shot a hoop.

Lincoln handed her the basketball, "That's 52-0, you."

Lincoln noticed Lynn is standing asleep.

"Dang it," Lincoln cursed.

T.K. lifted Lynn onto his shoulders, "I'll go put her back in bed."

Now Lincoln and T.K. is escorting Leni to the kitchen.

"I don't get it. If it's morning, why is it still dark?" Leni asked, taking a deep yawn.

"It's, um...Daylight Savings Time." Lincoln fibbed.

Leni yawned, "Well, I love savings."

T.K. patted her hand gently, "We know that you do, ya lovable cinnamon bun."

"So, what do you want for breakfast?" Lincoln pried as he opened the fridge.

He looked in the fridge.

Suddenly, he and T.K. heard Leni going out the door with her backpack.

T.K. was baffled, "Where is she going?!'

"LENI!" Lincoln called.

Leni looked back, "I'm late for school. Bye, Linky. Bye, Tee Kee."

"Leni! Stop!" Lincoln shouted.

The boys immediately noticed a cooler and a silhouette dragging said cooler, making them believe it's you-know-who.

"IT'S HIM! WITH HIS COOLER FULL OF HARVESTED ORGANS!" Lincoln screamed as he closed the door, leaving T.K. in the open.

T.K. pounded the door, "LINCOLN! OPEN THE DOOR! DON'T LEAVE ME FOR THE BUZZARDS!"

It's just Mr. Grouse with his fishing gear.

Mr. Grouse wasn't amused, "What's the matter, Louds? Never heard of night fishing?" He leaves.

After letting T.K. back in, they both retreated back to Lincoln's room. Lincoln picked up his radio.

"Clyde! Come in! We really need somebody to talk to!" Lincoln stated.

Clyde is sleep singing, " Close your eyes, go to sleep / Blarney helps you count the sheep "

"What happened to 24/7? Who else could be awake right now?" Lincoln questioned.

A little while later, there's a knock at the door.

Lincoln answered the door, "Bobby! Congrats on the new gig! What do you say we celebrate by splitting this pie?"

T.K. nudged Bobby, "You know you want to."

"I wish, bros. I still got six more houses to hit." Bobby answered.

He gave Lincoln and T.K. their pizza and drops another on the floor.

"Make that five." Bobby corrected.

Back in Lincoln's room, both eyes are wide open from lack of sleep and they're now talking to Lincoln's pillows that he drew faces on.

"Thanks for staying up with us, guys. Hey, you cool with onions, Todd? No? How are you going to grow into a real man if you won't eat your onions, Todd? It'll put hair on your chest!" Lincoln promised hysterically.

"Y-you don't want to grow up into a wuss, Todd," T.K. warned.

They both heard muffled banging.

"You guys hear that? Any volunteers to go check it out?" Lincoln proposed.

The pillows obviously can't volunteer because they're pillows.

"Oh, sure. You'll eat our pizza, but when we need something, you sit there like a bunch of stuffed-" Lincoln started.

They heard the banging again and gasped.

The boys snuck downstairs with the steps creaking. Lincoln grabbed a fireplace brush while T.K. grabbed a log from the fireplace, and they looked in the kitchen to find someone.

"I'm gonna slice you right down the middle," A threatening voice remarked.

Lincoln and T.K. gasped and ran away and it turns out to be Lynn Sr. holding a snack.

"No. On second thought, maybe I'll just eat the whole thing." Lynn Sr. decided as he walked away.

Lincoln and T.K., with nowhere else to turn, goes up to Lincoln's room. Lincoln blocks the door with his chair, and the two hid under their own covers.

Lincoln trembled with immense fear, "There's no such thing as the Har...Har...Har..."

He kept trembling "Har" all the way to sunrise, "...Har...Har...Har..."

BRRRRRRING!

"Ahhhhhhh!" Lincoln screeched, leaping from the bed onto T.K.

SNAP!

"Ohhhhhhh. My back!" T.K. groaned.

Lincoln noticed the sun is up and sighed with relief, "Well, that was the worst night ever. But at least it's over."

In the kitchen, Lynn Sr. is working on the ceramic pumpkins and Rita is checking the fridge.

"Honey, have you seen the cake I baked for the school fundraiser?" Rita wondered.

Lynn Sr. spat his coffee out, "No, I didn't see your carrot cake."

"How did you know it was carrot?" Rita pried suspiciously.

"I...uh..." Lynn Sr. droned.

He saw his sons, "Lincoln! T.K.! There you two are."

"Sweeties, your father and I have been talking and we think you're right. You two are not babies anymore, and it's time we stopped treating you like ones." Rita declared.

"Hey, look. If you boys say you're ready to see to see that horror movie, we believe ya." Lynn Sr. added as he walked towards Rita.

Rita pulled out four tickets, "In fact, we bought four tickets. We're going with you."

Her husband spits out his coffee again, Lincoln looks on in shock as he pours the milk all over the floor and drops his glass upon hearing the news, and T.K. fainted.

"Are you alright, T.K.?" Rita called.

Lincoln snapped out of his trance and began to fan T.K.'s face, "Sure he is. H-he can't, uh, handle the excitement."

At the Royal Woods Cinema...

Rita looked at the posters for The Harvester, "Ooh, look at these scary posters. This is gonna be so much fun."

"Yeah. So much fun. I can't wait." Lynn Sr. squeaked.

Lincoln and T.K. saw the posters and ran in fear from them and bumps into a cardboard promo prop. They ran out of the way of the falling prop as the usher puts it back up. They both rushed to their parents.

Lincoln and T.K. hid behind Rita's legs, "The Har...Har...Har..."

"Boys, what's the matter?" Rita asked frantically.

"We can't do it! Mom, Dad, we're sorry. We saw the movie yesterday, even though you told us not to. And you were right. T.K. and I are not ready. We was so terrified that we didn't sleep all night. Please don't make us watch it again," Lincoln begged.

T.K. put his hand to his chest, "We swear that we won't disobey you two again!"

"Well, I'm not happy you two saw the movie without our permission. But it sounds like you've been punished enough," Rita noted.

"We won't do it again, Mom. Now, can we please go see Blarney instead?" Lincoln asked.

"Sure, son. But, honey, we'll have to come back because you know how much I love scary movies." Lynn Sr. lied.

Something ripped and Lynn Sr. jumped into his wife's arms.

"AAAHH! THE HARVESTER! DON'T TAKE MY PANCREAS!" Lynn Sr. cried.

It was just Mr. Grouse opening up one of his snacks.

"What's the matter, Loud? You never seen a guy open a bag of chips?" Mr. Grouse commented rudely.

He eats some chips and goes in to the theater playing The Harvester.

The Louds go into the theater playing Blarney's movie.

"Every time you lie / A leprechaun will cry / A fib to Mom and Dad / Well that's just twice as bad! " The Louds and Blarney sang.

Author's Note: Another week, another episode. Y'all know what to do. Next week is gonna be slow because I have to write an essay.

Dark Man Spectre has spoken!