After breakfast, the Louds began their search for T.K.: Lori, Leni, and Luna drove around in Vanzilla, Luan, Lynn, and Lincoln rode on bikes with Luan riding with Lynn, and Lucy, Lola, Lana, and Lisa trekked on foot. They placed flyers on telephone poles, put a missing person report on the every milk carton and newspaper, and they just asked people around town. So far nothing had turned up, but they weren't willing to give up yet.
"Oh, I hope we'll find T.K. soon. He could out there lost, cold, or even hungry," Leni lamented, feeling sad for T.K.'s predicament.
Luna patted her back in reassurance, "We will, love. We just need to keep our heads up and stay strong."
Lori surveyed the entrie scene. She felt sad that the little guy ran off, but she can respect his decision for doing it for obvious reasons. "Hey girls. Let's try to kill off the sad atmosphere by trying remembering all the good times we had with T.K.," Lori proposed, raising the girls' spirits.
"Hey, that's a good idea, bro. But who should go first?" Luna asked.
"Let me, let me go! Please, Lori?" Leni pleaded, putting on puppy eyes.
Lori playfully rolled her eyes, "Alright, Leni. You have the stage."
"Stage? But we're in a van," Leni corrected.
Luna facepalmed, "Just tell your memory, dude."
"Oh, okay! Uhmmmmm," Leni hummed.
"Leni, are you almost done? My arms are about to give out," T.K. complained as his entire body squirmed in pain.
"Oh pipe down, T. I'm almost finished with your new swim trunks. When they're finished, anyone that look at you won't help but be jealous and throw shadows at you," Leni predicted.
T.K. looked confused from what she said. "You mean throw shade?" T.K. corrected.
"Ohhhh, that's how you say it. Ok, I'm finished! Take a look in the mirror, you handsome man," Leni instructed.
T.K. blushed as walked towards the mirror. The trunks were navy blue, and had a stripe on the side. The stripe had a floral design on the inside, and the design was white. She was right, people were going to throw jealousy shade towards his trunks (or Leni's case, jealousy shadows.)
"Wow, chica, you have a natural knack for this. This is awesome!" T.K. complimented, strutting his stuff.
Leni's face brightened, "Really! You mean it?"
"One hundred per-cent, 'Ni," T.K. answered.
"EEEEEEE! Thank you, thank you, thank you, T.K.! That's totes made my day!" Leni informed, grabbing T.K. in a bear hug.
"Aack! Your wel...come," T.K. wheezed, surprised at the sudden affection.
Leni realized that she's choking him and lets go, "Oops, sorry. Kinda got excited there."
"Gee, ya think? So how much do I owe you?" T.K. croaked, picking himself off of the floor.
Leni tilted her head, "Owe me? It's a gift, T.K. Just my way of saying thanks."
"Thanks for what?" T.K. quizzed.
"For being such a good friend to Lincoln, silly cheeks," Leni explained, pulling on T.K.''s cheeks.
T.K. blushed again, "Yeah, no prob. Look, I'm going to change now, if you don't mind."
Lori and Luna felt warm from that memory. "That actually warmed me up on the inside. Thanks, sis," Luna expressed.
"Oh ho ho, silly cheeks? I'm literally going to get so much mileage outta that," Lori chuckled.
"Well, guess I'm next, dudes," Luna announced.
She and T.K. were doing a cover of one of Luna's favorite songs. Surprisingly, T.K. opted for the mic, whlie Luna was playing her acoustic guitar. "Standing on the rooftops, everyone scream your HEAAAAAART out. Standing on the rooftops, everyone scream your HEAAAAAART out. Standing on the rooftops, everyone scream your HEAAAAAART out. This is what we got now, everyone scream your", T.K. sang as Luna strummed the last part of the song.
"Wow, that's was AWESOME, T! I didn't know you sing like that!" Luna exclaimed, putting her axe down.
T.K. shrugged his shoulders, "That's because you never asked, chica. Besides, I'm alright at singin', unlike dancin'."
"I've been meaning to ask you dude. How'd you get into dancing, anyway?" Luna pried as she sat down on her bed.
"It was a choreography video I watched about five years ago. The movements were so powerful and fluid that I became hooked instantly. At first, I sucked at it. Then time goes on, and I slowly became better and better at it." T.K. answered, leaning against the bed legs.
Luna nodded, "Nice, bro. One more question. How do you feel about dancing?"
T.K. took a second to think about it. What was dancing to him?
"Dancing...to me makes feel free. The more I get into it, the more unbounded I feel. It also feels powerful, like I can walk up to the most feared boxer and punch him in the face," T.K. explained, grabbing his fist with his free hand.
Luna giggled, "Punch him in the face?! You're one fierce lil' bugger, aren't cha?
"The fiercest! Oh, can you play "Dirty Diana by Mickey Jackson"? I love that song!" T.K. asked.
Luna nodded, "If only you can do the lyrics."
"Got chu, chica," T.K. responded, picking up the microphone once more.
Lori's plan was working. She and the girls were loosening up. "Huh. T.K. listens to Mickey Jackson. Who woulda thunk?" Leni stated.
"Yeah, the more you know, huh? Alright, my turn," Lori declared.
It was down to one stock to one stock. Lori's character had little to no damage, while T.K.'s was close to launching damage.
"Awwww, what's wrong, Kelli? Where's that Mutombo strength that you kept blabbering about," Lori snarked, performing a powerful attack that sent T.K.'s character flying.
T.K. gritted his teeth and sighed, "You just haven't seen it yet."
T.K. was surprised that Lori challenged him to a game. He didn't know that she'd played any video games. He thought that she would be easy pickings, but...he was dead wrong. He had trouble keeping up with her, and she was performing things that T.K. only saw on montages on MeTube; however, he got his own fair shares of kills as well.
Lori rolled her eyes smugly, "Yeah right, more like never gonna see it."
"There's one more trick up my sleeve, but I doubt she'll go for it. But it's worth a shot," T.K. thought.
He maneuvered his character close to the ledge and waited for Lori. "Hmph, you're giving up? Not the most honorable win, but I'll take what I can get," Lori retorted, charging one final attack.
"Well then, take this, chica!" T.K. shouted as he dodged the attack, and grabbed Lori's character. With a flick of a analog stick, T.K. sent his and Lori's character careening down offstage, netting T.K. the win.
Lori was dumbfounded, "I-, how did-, WHAT!?"
"Oh yeah! Get sum, get sum fo yo mama, chica!" T.K. gloated, performing a victory dance.
Lori finally snapped out of it, "What did you do and how did you took the win?!"
"Just a lil' sacrificial KO for you. He's the only character that can do that," T.K. answered.
Lori became frustrated, "Ugh. That's literally cheap, but I know now that you can't beat me straight up."
"Ohhhh, so you saying that you want a rematch?" T.K. inquried smugly.
"Uh, yeah. What was your first clue, genius?" Lori deadpanned.
Leni and Luna burst out laughing at T.K.'s victory. "Pff ha ha! He won like that? I thought you knew everything about the game, 'Ri?" Luna remarked, holding her sides.
Lori sighed, "I DID! I just didn't care about that particular character because he wasn't interesting.
"And look where got you," Leni quipped, bursting out laughing with Luna.
"Look, can we just get back to finding the twerp?" Lori reminded the two.
"If, heh, you say so, love," Luna responded.
Across town, Luan, Lynn, and Lincoln weren't having any luck. "Well, thank you, sir. Have a nice play! Ha, ha, get it?" Luan joked, hopping on Lynn's bike.
"Any sign of 'em, Luan?" Lynn asked.
"Nope. The cashier at the arcade said that he hadn't seen T.K. since the day before yesterday," Luan answered.
"Well, scratch the arcade off of the list. Who knows where T could be?" Lincoln questioned.
The three rode around in silence for the next ten minutes until Lynn broke the silence, "Man, I miss T.K. He makes a good sparring partner."
Luan turned her head towards her, looking surprised, "You and T.K. sparred, Lynn?"
"Yeah, and his fighting style is really cool. Like he's dancing circles around me and beating me up at the same time," Lynn explained.
Lynn and T.K. were sparring at the backyard of the Loud House. It was warm and sunny, which was perfect for sparring. T.K. was doing everything he can to avoid being hit, which involved blocking, dodging, cartwheeling, jumping, twirling, and flipping. Lynn did get a few shots in, but they weren't well placed.
"Come on, man! Are you holding out on me? Put some more force behind those kicks!" Lynn ordered, aiming a roundhouse kick towards his head.
T.K. ducked and somersaulted backwards for some breathing room. "She seemed real amped to get a good shot on me. Well, what's the worse that can happen? It ain't like she went through worse things; furthermore, she's putting a lot of power into her strikes, which is leaving her wide open," T.K. thought as Lynn charged him.
She threw a straight punch, which T.K. dodged again. But he grabbed her forearm and lifted her into the air, flinging her to the ground. Lynn recovered quickly and threw a middle kick. T.K. caught her kick, and with a simple toss, he sent her spiraling towards the ground. Frustrated, Lynn gather all of her strength and performed one final jumping kick. T.K. hardened his stance and caught the kick. With a swing of his leg, he sweeped her down to the ground.
Quickly, he cartwheeled onto Lynn with a death glare, holding her down. Raising his hand, he swung down to her neck with a knife hand chop.
"Ah!" Lynn squealed, covering her eyes for the inevitable strike. It never came. She squinted down to her neck and saw T.K.'s hand close to it. She looked up to T.K., who face has softened and began to chuckle.
"Pffff hahahahaHAAAA! Oh, man! You should have seen the look on yo face! "Ah!"" T.K. mocked, stepping off of Lynn.
"Fine, laugh it up, laugh it up. I only did that because I thought that you were gonna go through with it," Lynn protested, crossing her arms and blushing.
T.K. nudged her, "Come on, you have to admit. That was pretty cool, right?"
"Hmph!" Lynn pouted.
"Lynn," T.K. bugged.
Lynn turned away and pouted again, "Hmph!"
"Lynn Loud," T.K. proded.
"Alright! It was pretty cool I guess," Lynn muttered, putting on a small smile.
"That's tha spirit! Now let's go get some celebratory subs!" T.K. announced.
"You had me at subs, bro," Lynn pointed out.
T.K. helped Lynn up and proceeded towards the kitchen door. T.K. had one more shot for Lynn.
"And now you know how Lincoln feels," T.K. snarked.
That didn't sit well with Lynn as she punched him down the stairs. "Oof! Worth it. Ouch," T.K. wheezed.
Lincoln and Luan laughed at Lynn's memory. "Ha ha, that sounded awesome, Lynn," Lincoln complimented.
Luan giggled along with him, "Yeah, you could say that T.K. pulled no punches." She and Lincoln cracked up even more.
"Heh, that actually was funny, Luan. So do both of you have memories of your own?" Lynn wondered, placing another flyer on a telephone pole.
"I do! But warning, it can be a bit of a downer," Luan warned.
Lincoln placed his hand on her shoulder, "No worries, Luan. Fire away!"
Luan was practising her stand up comedy skills in her and Luna's room. She needed an audience, so that she could gauge the reactions. T.K. decided to volunteer in that department. Needless to say, it was pretty funny.
"So the fish said to the other fish, "What! We have to find our own food?! You codda be kidding me!"" Luan phrased.
T.K. had to keep his composure, "Pffff heh heh heh heh ha."
"Thank you, you're too kind. Now what does a vegan really think when he listen to music?" Luan asked.
T.K. raised his hand, "I don't know! What does he think?"
"With these sick beets, I can really turn-ip! Ha, ha! Get it?" Luan pried
"Pfffff hahahahahaha...HAAAAA! That's golden, chica! Really golden!" T.K. praised
Luan curtised, "Thank you, folks. I'm Luan Out Loud, goodnight!"
T.K. applauded as she made her way to him. "So T.K., what did you think?" She asked, eager for his critique.
"It's wonderful, chica. You know a way to a person's funny bone. My only gripe is that you have to gauge the audience because if you take too long on a joke, then they'll get bored." T.K. criticized.
Luan nodded, "Keep the jokes short and sweet, got it! Say, you wanna help me put all this stuff up?"
"Of course! It's the least I can do," T.K. responded.
The two put all of the equipment, the gags, and the props away. While doing this, Luan been meaning to ask T.K. something important. She waited until they were half way through, "T.K., I've been meaning to ask you something. Am I funny?"
T.K. looked surprised. He personally thought that she was hilarious. Why would she question her comedic skills? "Heck yeah! Why would you asked something like that?" He pried.
Luan nervously rubbed her arms, "It's because every time that I make a pun or do a practical joke, people would always groan or get mad respectively . Luna, Lincoln, Mom, and Dad always reassured me. "It's nothing to worry about, Luan. You're funny in my eyes, dude. Sweetie, your were born with a natural talent; that talent is making people laugh." Is that the case because I'm not seeing it."
T.K. processed all of this. She's going through a funk because everyone is reacting negatively to her jokes. He isn't a therapist, but he could try.
"No! Luan, you are the funniest person that I know. People like that are just too serious to give a chuckle at your antics. Look at me, I've danced for while and I heard that dancing is a waste of time, it's uncouth, and it just weird. Those people throwin' shade are the ones that can't dance worth of bull doody. I'm saying this: Don't look for the reactions, just be happy that they're reacting at all," T.K. noted, winded after a long speech.
Luan brightened her mood, "Wow, that was inspiring! Thanks, T.K.! I really needed that."
"No prob, chica. Say what's this?" T.K. wondered, pulling a saw with glasses.
"Oh, that's my see-saw," Luan answered, taking the saw from him.
That was that straw that broke the camel's back as T.K. burst out laughing even harder. "I'm gonna pee my pants, hahahaHAAAA!" T.K. exclaimed, rolling on the ground.
Lynn and Lincoln laughed as they pedal across town. "Ha, see saw! That's funny,' Lynn praised.
"I know, right? Where does she come up with this stuff?" Lincoln added.
Luan blushed, "Ah, stop it, guys. So Link, do you have any memories of T.K., since you've hang with him most of the time?
"Matter of fact, I do have one. It started on Halloween night, and me, Clyde, and T.K. were coming back from a town wide trick or treating extravaganza," Lincoln began.
It was 9:45 p.m. on a cool, crisp, and clear Halloween night. The trio made a promise to collect the most candy on Halloween. So far, they have fulfilled that by going to every house in town. Lincoln was dressed as a turtle ninja with a orange headband, Clyde was dressed as a heroic superhero with a black panther motif, and T.K. was dressed as a prisoner with actual hand and leg cuffs and a ball and chain (with help from his dad, of course.)
"Boys, I think we just made off with the Halloween of the century, and now, it's time to call it a night! Good job, Micheal and Negro Panthera," T.K. praised, eating a full size chocolate bar.
"It's no problem, Jailbird," Lincoln responded, chomping on a few gummy bears.
"Yeah, no problem," Clyde added, chewing on some gum.
The three suddenly stopped because of T.K. walked into something huge. The object in question was an older boy by the age of 15. He was an army soldier and he was wearing camouflage fatigues. He had several bags with him, which were likely stolen. The teen turned his head towards the boys, freezing them with a dark glare.
"Oh, I'm...sorry, brah," T.K. apologized, dusting himself off.
"I'm sorry? Oh, I'm sorry, too. Sorry that you'll be candyless on Halloween," The teen teased, taking T.K.'s, Lincoln's, and Clyde's bags of candy.
Clyde was enraged, "Our candy!"
"Hey, those aren't yours! Give them back, jerk," Lincoln ordered, racing towards the teenager.
His efforts were futile as the teen pushed him back towards the others with a simple shove of his hand. With that deed done, the bandit trekked off into the night.
"Aw, man! Our candy," Lincoln exclaimed.
Clyde dropped to his knees, "Four hours, wasted. WHY!?"
T.K. stood there frozen, "Did this fool take all of our candy?" He thought.
"Lincoln, we really need to tell your sisters about this!" Clyde argued.
Lincoln shook his head, "Two things, Clyde: I don't want them to meddle, and if they were to actually help, the thief would be long gone now."
T.K. slowly took off his leg cuffs and hung them around his neck. With that done, he took off in same direction as the thief.
"T, where are you going?!" Lincoln asked.
T.K. looked back as he ran, "I'm going to get my candy back! Like Clyde said, I'm not wasting four hours of my life over some overgrown ape in army fatigues. Ya'll can head on home, but me? I'm going to get my stuff!"
Lincoln and Clyde had no choice but to follow T.K. Since it was late, they only search around their neighborhood. It was becoming a hopeless cause until they found the bandit in a alley. They hid outside to avoid being seen.
"Ok, so now what? We can't just ask,"Excuse me, sir? Can we have our candy back? because he obviously won't listen to reason," Lincoln explained, peeking from the wall.
Clyde nodded, "You're right. So, what's plan B?"
In midst of this, T.K. slowly advanced upon the candy bandit with his ball and chain in hand. The bandit notices and stood in front of his treasures. "You again? You're obviously a sucker for punishment," The bandit sneered.
T.K. stood his ground, glaring at the bandit.
The bandit walked closer, confused at the boy's silence, "Why you ain't talking wimp? Cat got your tongue."
When the bandit got close enough, T.K. threw the ball down with all of the strength he could, crushing the bandit's foot with a sickening crack. "Yeeeeowch!" The bandit squealed, dropping to his back.
Quickly, T.K. rushed behind him and grabbed his, Lincoln's, and Clyde's bags of candy. Afterwards, he sprinted back out of the alley.
"Run!" T.K. shouted, tossing the boys their candy and speeding down the street.
Author's Note: Holy crap, I didn't realize that this chapter was so huge. I had to split it into two parts. I hope you enjoy this. See y'all on the next part!
Dark Man Spectre, gone!
