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"Finally, I Lisa Loud, had achieved the highest completing caliber on my newest experiment: Revival X," Lisa announced to no one.

Lily, who was watching nearby, clapped her hands, "Heh, heh. Poo poo!"

"Now to complete this arduous task; I will now squeeze a drop on this dead squirrel,' Lisa explained as she took out a tray.

The squirrel was horribly maimed, and disfigured. It met it's end at the hands of a car, and later a cat. Lisa gently set the tray onto her workspace. She then took a eyedropper and extracted a nice sample.

"Alright, Lily. Are you ready to bare witness the potential epicness of science?!" Lisa asked.

Lily nodded happily, "Yee yee!"

With incredible focus, Lisa squeezed a drop onto the open hole of the squirrel's chest. Lisa waited, waited, waited, and waited...

"Oh, seriously?! Three months of research, and having Lucy's input did nothing to solve anything. ...What's the point? Resurrection is a mere century away," Lisa moped.

Lily crawled up to her and patted her on the back, "Bee ba. Bee ba kee."

Lisa sighed, "Thank you, Lily. But I might as well scrap this experiment and work on a new one."

"Lisa! Lily! Come down for lunch. I've made grilled cheese sandwiches!"

"Ooh, I supposed grilled dairy can subdue my sorrows. Come, Lily," Lisa called as she picked up Lily.

"Chee!" Lily cheered.

The two exit the room as the squirrel's exposed heart began to beat. The ribcage materialized new rib bones, new muscles materialized over the rib bones and other bones, and skin and fur materialized over the previous examples. The squirrel lifted itself onto its feet. It turned its head towards the Revival X, and gave a devilish smirk. Lifting the flask onto its back, the squirrel scurried out of the window.

"Hey, Lis. How's your experiment going along?" Lana asked as she stuffed her face.

Lisa shook her head, "A total blunder. All the knowledge in the world couldn't direct me towards the sweet sensation of success."

"Maybe you wasn't feeling it, Lisa. Try again when you're older," Lola advised.

"Hmm, I suppose so. Thanks," Lisa expressed.

"Girls, come to the living room! There's somethin' on T.V.!" T.K. informed.

The four dashed into the living room as the news began.

"Greetings, viewers! This is Channel Six's very own Tori Wayne with a shocking news discovery! There have been sightings of reanimated animals corpses all over town," Tori informed.

The kids gasped in horror.

"They ranged from dogs, cats, wolves, raccoons, deer, and bears; however, the strangest things are that these zombie animals show no signs of decay, and they have not harmed any civilians in town," Tori explained.

T.K. tilted his head, "Wait what? Then what are they looking for then?"

"Whatever these reanimated wildlife are looking for is unknown at this time. The ringleader of this bizarre group is a lone squirrel, and the squirrel seemed to display a form of higher intelligence among the undead. Please proceed with caution as you may never know when they might snap," Tori warned.

Lincoln was confused, "Soooo. Should we be worried? They're not harming anyone."

"I know right?" T.K. agreed.

"Yeah but you heard the woman, dudes. 'You may never know when they might have snapped,'" Luna repeated.

"This is Tori Wayne signing off on Channel Six. Please be careful, viewers," Tori finished.

Lori turned off the T.V., "I don't know. This literally seems like a big hoax."

"Uhh, Lori?" Lynn called, pointing out of the window.

Lori jogged to the window and the others followed suit. Outside, the zombies was digging through the ground, flipping cars over, chasing people, and breaking into houses.

"Wow, its a warzone out there," Lana remarked.

Lola pointed to the porch, "Ahh! There's something on the porch!"

On the porch, the squirrel is riding on a deer as it pointed to the front door. T.K. grabbed the fire poker and ran out the door.

"Hey, you vermin! Get! Scat! Shoo!" T.K. shouted as he held the fire poker threateningly.

The squirrel and deer wasn't fazed.

T.K. squinted his eyes, "Hey! Did I stutter?! Get moving!"

POKE!

The deer's eyes widened...

"Uh oh," T.K. noted as he leaped off the porch.

The deer bucked and stomped all over the porch like a wild bronco. Eventually, the squirrel was launched from the deer. After it landed roughly, it shook its fist and squeaked angrily. It scampered down the street as the deer continued its rampage the other way.

"Are you alright, Tee Kee?" Leni asked as she helped T.K. up.

"Oh yeah. I'm fine, but I think that isn't the last time we'll see that squirrel," T.K. answered.

"You ain't kidding. The way that squirrel was fuming at you T.K. was really scary. I think that it was shouting curse words," Lana remarked.

The others looked at Lana with confused looks.

Lana shrugged her shoulders, "What? I so happen to speak squirrel."

"Anyhooow, what are we going to do? We can't just sit here with our thumbs up our noses. We need a defense plan," T.K. ordered.

"Yeah!" The others cheered.

"T.K.'s right. A defense plan is literally a must. I so happen to have one; however, one of you is not going to like it," Lori warned as she looked towards T.K.

T.K. was confused, "Soooo, why is that?"

Later at night...

"I can't believe I have to keep guard. 'You're the bravest out of all of us,' they said. 'We'll take shifts,' they said," T.K. complained as he marched back and forward on the porch.

SNAP!

"What the?! Who's there?!" T.K. called as he gripped his nunchucks.

From the shadows, a lone raccoon crawled from the streets. Because of the darkness, it was hard for T.K. to tell if the raccoon was normal or a zombie.

"Hey, bandit face! Go find some other trash can to plunder," T.K. snarked.

The raccoon just stood there.

T.K. took a fighting stance, "Hey, 'coon! You have lint in your ears or somethin'? Get moving!"

The raccoon growled as it assumed an all fours stance and reared it back.

"Heh heh, wow. YOU are going to try and take ME on? I guessing rabies doesn't make you the sharpest knife in the kitchen," T.K. joked.

Suddenly, more raccoons appeared alongside the lone raccoon.

T.K. eased up a bit, "Ok, you have a little army. So what! I'll take you all on!"

A bear joined the lineup.

"Oh. ...You have a...bear. Mother," T.K. squeaked.

Leni paced back and forth in the living room, worrying about T.K.

"Leni, relax. T.K. can handle himself. Besides, you are literally going to carve a line with all of that pacing," Lori warned.

"I can't, Lori. Tee Kee might possibly get killed! Do you really want that, huh?" Leni pried angrily.

"I bet that would feel great to me," Lucy wondered.

Lynn wrapped an arm around Leni, "Relax, sis. T.K.'s got it under control. I'll go after his shift."

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Openthedoor! Hurry!" T.K. squealed.

Leni squinted her eyes, "Does that question your answer?"

"You mean 'answer your question?'" Lynn corrected.

"Just open the door!" Leni demanded.

"Yeah, I ain't got all night!" T.K. added.

Lynn quickly opened the door and T.K. sprinted into the house.

T.K.'s chest heaved with deep breaths. "Uh, we need to leave...now!" T.K. demanded.

"Why, bro? It's perfectly safe here," Luna reassured.

T.K. shook his head rapidly, "No! I'm not talking about that! I'm actually talking about...,"

CRASH!

The bear burst through the window. It bared (pun intended) its sharp teeth at everyone.

"THAT!" T.K. exclaimed.

Lincoln pointed upstairs, "Quick, to my room! We can use the emergency slide!"

The bear leaped towards the siblings with its intent of killing. Everyone screamed and dashed upstairs. Lincoln opened the door and revealed a switch; he pulled the switch and the slide inflated.

T.K. raced upstairs with Lola behind him. He was near to the room until...

"Oof!"

T.K. looked behind him and seen that Lola had tripped over her dress. The bear stood behind Lola in the middle of the hallway.

"Oh, Lola! You so owe me after this!" T.K. remarked as he stood a three point stance.

The bear gritted his teeth and assumed a ready position as well. Lola looked between the two and covered her head. With a warcry, T.K. and the bear charged towards her. Realizing that the bear is overall quicker than him, T.K. scooped a baseball and threw it at the bear.

BONK!

The ball hit its mark as the bear crashed and burned right near Lola. T.K. scooped her up.

"You ok?" T.K. asked.

Lola nodded her head rapidly.

T.K. smirked, "That's what ya get for wearing a long dress."

"Oh, shut it, you," Lola blushed as she crossed her arms.

"Guys, come on!" Lincoln ordered as he waved his arm over to himself.

"I don't know about this, dudes," Luna expressed as she walked into the food court.

While in the van, Lincoln and T.K. proposed that they all should hide in the mall like in the zombie movies.

"Why the worries, chica? Look at the perks: food, entertainment, tons of beds to sleep on. What could possibly go wrong?" T.K. tempted.

CRASH!

Everyone huddled together as the lights flicked on and off.

"You had to ask, dreadhead," Lori deadpanned as she and others flashed T.K. unamused looks.

"Ok, enough with the looks. It ain't like I predicted that to happen," T.K. informed.

"I guess the squirrel would not shed some LIGHT," Luan joked as the other groaned.

"Oh! I have an idea!" Leni announced.

"Whatcha got, chica?" T.K. asked.

"Hmm, how about we split up into groups of two, so that the icky squirrel and his icky zombie army won't pick us off altogether. Plus, we have an entire mall to ourselves!" Leni explained.

Everyone's jaws dropped.

Leni tilted her head, "Was it something I said?"

"No, but that was one of the smartest things that you've said," Lincoln answered.

"I know right? Girl has been on a roll lately," T.K. stated, holding up a small notebook that is about Leni's wise moments.

"Then it's settled! Now, before we scatter, does everyone has each other on speed dial?" Lori reminded.

"Yes!" The others responded.

Lori nodded, "Alright, then. Be careful, and call anyone when you are in trouble.

"I wonder where should we head first, Linc?" T.K. asked.

Lincoln shrugged, "Beats me. How about the arcade?"

"Niiiiiiiccccccce! Onward to the 'cade!" T.K. exclaimed.

Lincoln began to follow him, but he stopped dead in his tracks and wore a terrified look.

T.K. stopped and looked back, "What's wrong, cuz?"

Lincoln pointed a trembling finger in front of him, "Buh...buh...buh,buh,buh."

"Spit it out!" T.K. demanded.

Instead, Lincoln grabbed T.K. and ran to the nearest store. "The bear! The same bear from the house is in the mall! I just seen it lumber along the kids area!" Lincoln whispered frantically.

"Yeah, that is a problem. We need a plan. What is this store you dragged us to?" T. , feeling his way through the darkness.

ZAP!

"Ah! What the hell?!" T.K. screamed as he leaped towards Lincoln's side.

Lincoln walked up to the box, "Wait, what was that?"

He poked it again and the burst of lightning shot out again. T.K. walked to box as well, and he grabbed the object.

T.K. began to inspect the stick-like object, "Hmm, at least we have light."

He clicked the button and waved the stick around. T.K. noticed a sign for the store; he shone the light closer.

"Cattle Prodz N Stuff. ...Seems legit," T.K. remarked.

THUNK!

The two quickly zipped their head towards the entrance. The bear squinted its eye in the darkness.

"I have a bold, but stupid idea. Go hide somewhere," T.K. mouthed.

Lincoln's eyes widened, "Wait, what are you planning, T?"

But T.K. was already sneaking up to the reanimated beast. When he was close enough, T.K. turned on the prod and quickly zapped the bear.

"ROAR!" The bear bellowed as it turned to the same spot as T.K. rolled away from there.

T.K. repeated the daring feat.

The bear growled angrily as it turned again to find nothing. The bear scratched its head in confusion.

At the bear's butt, T.K. turned on the prod on the highest setting and gave a real good poke.

This time the bear yelped in pain and ran to a nearby wall.

"Holy crap, I can't believed that work!" T.K. exclaimed in amazement.

Lincoln walked up to him, "How would you know that would work?"

"I didn't," T.K. answered.

The two looked back towards the bear, who cowered in fear from their looks.

"Ok, now that Jumbo's scared crapless. Lincoln, go find me two of those backless baby seats, a big fish, a long piece of rope, and a fishing pole." T.K. instructed.

"Ok, one, I try my best; furthermore, Jumbo?" Lincoln questioned.

T.K. shrugged his shoulders, "I dunno. He looks like a Jumbo to me. Now, move it!"

Lincoln nodded as he raced out of the store. T.K. looked towards the now curious bear.

T.K. rubbed his hands together, "Alright, Jumbo. Let's get acquainted!"

30 minutes later...

Lincoln clumsily walked into the store with all of the things that T.K. needed. T.K. was laying on the side of the bear.

Lincoln peeked from the stack, "Uh, what's this?"

"Oh, check this, Linc! Jumbo speaks people! Do it again, Jumbo!" T.K. asked happily.

"I rove you!" Jumbo awkwardly spoke.

"How cool is that!?" T.K. commented.

Lincoln set the stack down, "Well, here's the stuff you asked."

"Oh, word? Thank you," T.K. expressed.

T.K. picked one seat and placed it onto Jumbo's back. He cut a piece of the rope with a knife. He then wrapped the rope around the top of the seat, and the bottom of Jumbo. He repeated the process again for Lincoln.

Lincoln tilted his head, "What are you doing, T.K.?"

"Makin' makeshift saddles. I seen off of a cowboy show once," T.K. reminisced.

He leaped off Jumbo and patted him on the side, "Try it out!"

Lincoln climbed up and got a feel for the seating. He looked towards T.K. and nodded in contentment.

Lincoln shot out a thumbs up, "Nice crafting!"

"I do try, I do try," T.K. responded.

BUZZ! BUZZ!

T.K. pulled his smartphone, "Yo."

"T.K.! Come to the toy store, quickly! Lana and I are surrounded by wolves!" Lola exclaimed, making T.K. pull his phone away.

"Yeah, we've been holding them off with toy guns, but we're running out of ammo!" Lana cried.

T.K. put on a determined look, "We're on our way!"

He hung up his phone. "The twins are being held up at the toy store. We need to go," T.K. informed Lincoln.

He kneel down and gave Lincoln a boost on top of Jumbo. He grabbed the fish and fishing pole.

"So that's what the fish and fishing pole is for," Lincoln realized.

T.K. climbed up Jumbo, "Yep. Giddy up, Jumbo!"

He drew the fish down to Jumbo's face. Licking his lips, Jumbo lunged forwards. T.K. tried again, and Jumbo lunged again.

Lincoln tapped him on the shoulders, "Uh, T.K. don't you think we can go faster?"

"Ask and you shall receive. Fetch, Jumbo!" T.K. ordered as he drew the fish to a far distance.

The bear kicked it overdrive as Lincoln held on tight.

At the toy store, the twin were fending themselves with every toy gun. The wolves were stunned momentarily, but regain focus. As they gotten closer, they were dodging the bullets. Lana grabbed Lola's arm and ran to the far corner of the store.

"I guess this is it," Lana whimpered.

"I-I told you we should had put something at the end of the bullets," Lola remarked.

They held each other close until...

"EXCELSIOR!" T.K. shouted.

The twins looked up to witness T.K. and Lincoln riding on top of a bear. The said bear was fighting the wolves, and roaring at them as well. T.K. and Lincoln were getting their own shots with the cattle prods.

The wolves raced out of the store, whimpering and licking their wounds.

T.K. and Lincoln slid down the bear.

"Are you two ok?" T.K. and Lincoln asked.

Lola and Lana glomped the two with hugs.

"Yes, thank goodness! Thanks, guys! I thought we were dog food!" Lola predicted.

"Forget that! Where you get the bear?!" Lana pried happily.

T.K. patted Jumbo, "Cool, right? His name is Jumbo, and he's totally mellow. Wanna pet 'em?"

"Eeeee! Heck yeah!" Lana answered happily.

She ran towards Jumbo and began to pet him softly. Jumbo hummed in contentment from the petting. Lori, Leni, and the others raced into the store.

"Oh my god, we heard howling! Are you all ok!?" Lori asked frantically.

Lynn tilted her head, "Is that a bear?"

"Yes and yes. The twins were attacked by wolves, so T.K. and I raced over here on Jumbo," Lincoln answered.

"Aw, so my plan failed?" Leni moped.

Luna patted her back reassuringly, "At least you tried, luv."

Lori's worries were by replaced by confusion. "You literally named that thing?"

"Hey, Jumbo's not a thing. He's basically a huge, primal human being that has feelings like the rest of us. Isn't that right, big guy?" T.K. defended as he scratched behind Jumbo's ears.

"Yeah!" Lana added.

Jumbo panted happily.

T.K. sniffed the air. "Is that...strawberries?"

"Oh, Tee Kee! Me and Lori went to this cute perfume store and, like, tried on everything; however, this strawberry scented perfume really smelled good and-AHHH!" Leni squealed as Jumbo pounced her.

T.K. jumped on Jumbo and began to message him, "Bad Jumbo! No attacking sister!"

While Jumbo's distracted, Lori pulled Leni from under Jumbo while he plopped on his belly.

Leni cringed, "Eww! Bear slobber. I'm going to go wash up!"

"Wait, since Jumbo's one of those zombies. Could he and them be after...strawberries?!" Lola wondered.

Lisa's eyes widened upon realization. "Of course! How could I be so blind?! I forgot thr strawberry extract that I put in the Revival X," Lisa thought.

Lisa walked over to T.K., and tugged on his pant leg.

T.K. looked down, "What's up, Lis'?

"I figured a way to end all of this. We need some lemon juice, and something to detonate it with," Lisa sorted.

T.K. nodded, "Nice, but let's tell the others so that they won't be left out."

"Very well," Lisa agreed.

Meanwhile, the wolves returned to the mall with the squirrel leader, and the rest of the zombie army. The kids founded a couple of huge fans and placed them at each exit in the mall. They scented the air with the perfume that Leni found in order to fool the, which it actually worked. The entire zombie animal army was now in the center of the food court.

The squirrel looked around, wondering who could of planned this.

"Ah, Bushytail! Lookin' for this?" T.K. taunted, shaking a perfume bottle.

The army began to marched forward, but the squirrel put its paw up to stop them. It scampered up to T.K. itself with an angry face. T.K. placed the strawberry perfume in his pocket and cracked his knuckles.

With a loud screech, the squirrel leaped on to T.K. It began to scratch and bite T.K. all over his body. It was too quick and nimble for T.K. to land any hits.

The others looked on from their hiding places.

"Wow, T.K. is actually losing. To a squirrel of all things," Lynn remarked.

Lori put her hand on her hip, "Ya know, you think that he'll put up a decent fight."

T.K., who had the squirrel in a headlock, turned to the others with a frustrated look. "Hey! Could ya launch the bomb already!?"

Lisa tossed the bomb nearby T.K., "Ask and you'll shall receive, brother. Bombs away!"

Everyone sans T.K. ducked behind their respective hiding places as Lisa pressed the detonator.

"3, 2, 1. Goodbye," The bomb spoke.

BOOM!

Lemon juice splattered everywhere, coating the entire food court. The zombie animal army reverted back to lifeless corpses. T.K. opened his eyes and looked in his hand. The squirrel leader was now back to a corpse as well.

"Ew!" T.K. cringed, tossing the corpse away.

The others appeared from their hiding spots and walked up to T.K.

Luan whistled, "Wow wee! Sure hate to be the guy that has to clean up this!"

"I don't know. I like this way better," Lucy disagreed.

"Well, that's solves one problem; however, there's another one," T.K. pointed out.

"What?!" Everyone shouted.

"What is it, T.K!?" Lincoln pried frantically.

T.K. began to sway side to side, "It that...this lemon juice is really burning these claw and bite marks. Excuse me, please."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OWWWWWWWWW!" T.K. screamed before fainting.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as Lori picked up T.K.

"Let's go get T.K. his rabies shots," Lori said.

Author's Note: I swear I wasn't on drugs when I wrote this; I wanted to do my own spin on the whole zombie apocalypse situation. Y'all know what to do. I'll do another fan request, an offical episode, and one of my own. To the most recent guest that left a review about, "Next time, don't take so long to update please." Let me speak to you real quick: One, I specifically said that I had an essay to write during the time, so your listening skills are fucking abysmal, and two, patience would be a god send to you. You are going to wait like the rest of the public, and you ARE going like it. If not, then goodbye because I ain't going to miss you.

Tell 'em Dark Man Spectre sent ya.