The next morning, the bus was soon in another town. T.K. was having the best sleep ever since being in the foster home. He dreamed of him and his father fishing, just like the good old days. The lake was calm and filled to the brim with fishes.

"Remember the time that to nearly burned yourself trying to use the grill? You'd stayed in the ice bath for hours," Bruce recalled, tossing his lure into the lake.

T.K. rolled his eyes, "How could I ever forget that? Took me a year to grow everything back."

"Don't be a killjoy, young buck. At least you're ok; aside from lookin' like a naked mole rat." Bruce chuckled.

T.K. felt a tug on his fishing pole. Excited, he quickly reeled in and caught...a sardine. "Just my luck. My pops is roasting me and I've caught the 'David' of fishes," T.K. deadpanned, unhooking the fish and tossing it back into the lake.

Bruce shrugged his shoulders, "At least you've caught something. But now, it's time to wake up, Terrence."

"Say what, Sir?" T.K. asked.

"Wake up, Terrence," Bruce repeated again as fog crept behind him.

T.K. shook his head rapidly, "No! No, no, no, no! I've just seen you! I don't wanna go back out there!"

"Sorry to tell you this son, but you need to conquer big challenges without me. I may be gone physically, but not spiritually. You may take a while on this, but there's other family than blood." Bruce explained, grasping a strong hand on T.K.'s shoulder.

"B-But, b-b-but-," T.K. sputtered, becoming a wreck by the second.

Bruce's face became firm, "No buts. Mutombos don't crack under pressure, we grow and demolish it. Now wake up."

T.K. nodded and closed his eyes. A bright light engulfed him.

"Hey, hey, kid. We're outta town. Just like you asked," The bus driver recalled, shaking the boy awake.

"Huh, where are we?" T.K. pried, looking out of the window. The bus had stopped in front of a cozy diner. There's a gas station, a post office, and a town square, giving it a close-knit town feeling.

"We're in Barkley, which is 8 miles away from Royal Woods. Say, you ok? Looks like you've been crying, kid?" The bus driver pointed out.

T.K. felt his face, there are dried streaks where his tears had been. "Yeah, just personal stuff, nothing to worry about," T.K. reassured, getting his stuff together.

The bus driver slowly nodded his head, "Uh..huh. Well, I hope you find what you needed."

"Likewise, sir," T.K. agreed, giving the bus fare to the driver and proceeding off of the bus.

"He'd WHAT!?" The Loud kids exclaimed, even a few of them spitted out their cereal.

Lori nodded her head, "Link's telling the truth, girls. T.K. ran off last night to god knows where."

"I wouldn't blame 'em. I would ran away, too," Lana stated.

Lola rolled her eyes, "Oh please, Lana. You wouldn't last a day."

"I can last longer than you, twinkle toes," Lana snarked.

"Nuh-uh, fart face," Lola fought back.

"Yeah-huh, Princess Gappy," Lana snapped, rising out of her seat.

"Girls, seriously? It's way too early in the morning for this," Lincoln groaned, rubbing his eyes.

The twins softened their faces and tones, "Sorry, Lincoln."

"Going back to the subject at hand, how are we going to find T.K.? He can't go back to that place," Lucy questioned, writing in her journal.

"We could place a picture of him on a milk carton like on the T.V. shows," Lynn proposed, feeding Lily her food.

"That's a good start, dude. Anything else?" Luna asked.

"Oh, how about having little birds, like, fly around town to search for T?" Leni pried.

The others gave her confused looks from her odd question

Leni becomes nervous, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"No. But I think you meant utilizing flyers to increase our chances of finding T.K." Lisa answered.

Lori nodded her head, "Good idea! Anything else?"

"How about a town wide search for him. That way, we can have a literal manhunt! Ha, ha, get it?" Luan quipped as the others groaned.

"Alright, then it's settled! We'll search for T.K. after breakfast! Agreed?" Lincoln inquired, going upstairs to get dressed.

"Yeah!" The others cheered.