At the playground, Lola, Lana, and Lisa were informing various kids about T.K. Lucy was having a harder time due to her tendency to pop out off no where, scaring other kids. After an hour and a half, the quartet gather under a tree discuss their accomplishments.

"So. Did you girls found anything about T.K.?" Lucy asked.

Lola shook her head, "Lana and I asked all of our friends, but so far nothing."

"But we did give them flyers and asked them to keep an eye out for him." Lana reassured.

"This is becoming a lost cause! Of course, no one had seen the adolescent since he fled during the night. I wonder if the others are fairing better on their ends?" Lisa wondered.

Lucy looked towards the ground, "Sigh, I miss T.K. Like Lincoln, he was also a good listener."

The others turned their heads towards Lucy. "What was that, Luce? Speak up." Lana retorted.

"I mean that he listens to my poetry; furthermore, he helped me through a harsh time," Lucy explained.

Lucy was reciting one of her recent poems in her and Lynn's room. T.K. sat on the ground as read her final one. "Power. A burst of energy in your darkest hour. Anything negative you hear, you just devour. Like a mountain, you feel immobile. All of this power, it feels worthwhile," Lucy recited as T.K. applauded.

"Beautiful, chica. That was really deep poetry," T.K. praised.

Lucy bowed, "Thank you, T.K. I'm glad you think that. It really lightens my black abyss of an heart."

"Uhhhhhhhuh. But real talk, you should really go public with this. You could become a poetic prodigy," T.K. informed, nudging her by the elbow.

Lucy looked to her poster, "Sigh, I wished I would, T.K. But I cannot handle those who are judgemental."

"Judgemental? What's wrong with being judged on what chu do?" T.K. pried, tilting his head.

Lucy looked away as he finished his question. She'd only opened up to Lincoln about this. It was easier for her because Lincoln is her brother and he's the one to lend a helping hand to those in need; however, she only knew T.K. for three months. What could he possibly do? But it was already too late as the subject was already out in the open.

"Sigh. It's my classmates. They look down on those whose try to be different. They don't have the artistic views to see what I'm trying to say." Lucy explained.

"Obviously, Lucy. Kids your age only care action figures and dollies; however, I can see where you're coming from," T.K. responded.

Lucy looked towards him, "Really, how?"

"I've been told that dancing is good for nothing, and it should be dead. I heard that so much that I actually believe them. It took a good talk from my old man to set me straight and realized that dancing can do so much more than that. All I'm saying is: Don't become crushed under the weight of the jeers, find your inner strength and push it all way," T.K. instructed, letting his wisdom show.

Lucy began to smile, if you can call it that, "Wow. That's actually great advice. Thanks, T.K."

"No prob. Say, can I get up there? I actually have something for this," T.K. stated.

"Certainty, be my guess," Lucy responded, sitting down on the floor.

"Different. All the insults and jeers and I still don't feel spent. On and on, I keep paving my way because one day, I'll surely make them pay." T.K. recited.

There was a long silence as Lucy jaw dropped. "Wow, T.K. Your poetic skills are truly a work of art. It's like a black hole imploding and transforming into a baby dwarf star," Lucy compared.

T.K. grinned, "I don't know what you said but I'll take it as a compliment, chica."

"Awww, that was sweet of T.K. to do that, Luce," Lola gushed.

Lana nodded, "Yeah, but why didn't you just come to us?"

"I thought you guys wouldn't understand my problem," Lucy replied.

Lisa rolled her eyes, "Clearly, you were absent from the time that we helped Lincoln with his bully predicament. As the saying goes: You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us.

"Yeah!" The twins added.

Lucy smiled, "Thanks all of you. So, who's next?"

"Oh, oh, oh, me, me. I have an awesome story," Lana piped.

"Hey, no fair! I wanted to go first," Lola complained.

Lana stuck her tongue out, "You snooze, ya lose."

"How about a fat lip?" Lola growled, getting into Lana's face.

"Try this; both of you tell a story. Surely, the two of you had memorable experiences with T.K." Lisa informed.

The twins ceased their argument, "Oooooohhhhhh. Ok!"

The twins and T.K. were in the front yard playing Knights and Mud monsters. It rained the day before, making the ground perfect for Lana as she was covered head to toe in mud. 'Princess' Lola was held in a makeshift castle made of cardboard.

"Mwah hahahahahaaaa. No one can be brave to best the Mud Goblin and save the fair princess," Lana gloated, doing a little dance.

Lola dramatically put her hand on her head, "Oh woe is me, There must be someone tough, brave, and strong enough to best this beast."

"Luckily for you, princess. That someone is here," A voice announced.

Confused, Lana turned her head, "Huh?"

On the sidewalk stood T.K., fully decked out in knight armor made from cardboard. He even had a cardboard sword and shield. "Fear not, princess. I will vanquish thy beast and take thou- Oh the heck with this! I'm here to save you!" T.K. declared.

Lola cheered, "Oh my hero. Do your best, knight!"

"Hmph. Not if I have anything to say about it. Come at me, knave!" Lana challenged.

"With pleasure," T.K. accepted, raising his sword and shield.

Lana charged slowly towards him. "Chu, chu, chu, chu, chu, chu! Woop!" Lana exclaimed, slowly swinging her arm to T.K.

"Chu, chu, chu, chu, chu, chu. Clunk! Biff!" T.K. exclaimed, deflecting her attack and pushing her away softly with his shield.

"Awwgh! Now your gonna pay! Chu, chu, chu, chu, chu, chu. Scoop! Swoosh!" Lana exclaimed, grabbing a mud ball and tossing it towards T.K.

It worked as the mud splattered all over him, "Gasp! No, mud! My one weakness! Whhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

"Ha ha ha. No one can survive my mud bomb. Kiss yourself, good night, knave," Lana announced, doing her dance again.

T.K. looked up at her with a serious look. "No! I will not fall to the likes of you. Not without my trump card. Shing! Sparkle, sparkle," T.K. revealed, pulling out a bar of soap.

Lola gasped, "Soap? How did you know, sir knight?"

"I read a couple of tomes, milady. Now, goblin, your fate is sealed," T.K. stated, grabbing Lana and placing her on top of his thigh.

Lana laughed as she was being cleaned and tickled, "No, ha, ha. You fiend, hahahaha. MY one weakness, pfff hahahahahaHA."

Afterwards, the mud goblin was vanquished. T.K. helped the princess down from her prison. "My hero!" Lola complimented, grabbing T.K.'s head and planting a kiss on his cheek.

T.K. blushed as he did a pose, "No worries, princess. No goblin, mud or mudless, can withstand the might of Sir Terrence, Knight of the Cardboard Table!"

Honestly, that was the most fun that I've ever had," Lana proclaimed.

Lola nodded, "You said it, sis. So, Lisa, do you have any memories?"

"Oh I suppose I have one memory of T.K.," Lisa answered

Lisa was conducting another experiment in her and Lily's room. T.K. offered to lend his hand as his test subject. Lisa was taken aback; usually she had to sneak her potions to her unsuspecting siblings.

"Ok, so what is the experiment about again? I just want to be on the same page, that's all," T.K. wondered as he being strapped to Lisa's table.

Lisa rolled her eyes, "Again, it's simple. I'm making a brew that can accelerate male adolescent pogonotrophy."

"English, chica! Do you speak it?" T.K. ordered, completely lost on what she said.

"Ugh, I'm making it easier for you to grow a beard," Lisa simplified.

"Ohhhhhhhh. Then what are we waiting for? Slap that brew onto me and let's get to beard growing," T.K. declared, clearly way too excited.

Lisa tilted her head, "Wait, you want to be experimented on?"

"Uh, yeah! One, I'm growing a beard, and two, it because you asked," T.K. listed.

"Oh, I was just asking because I usually sneak my experiments on the others," Lisa explained.

T.K. was shocked at the reveal. "Huh, so that's why the others be mad at times," T.K. thought. "So have you tried asking them, Lis'" T.K. inquried.

"No, I don't because I know that they will say no," Lisa responded.

"Have you even tried, chica," T.K. deadpanned.

Lisa meekly looked away, "No."

T.K softened his gaze. With all those smarts, she was still a little girl who want one person to be a willing test subject. Well that was going to change today.

"Hey, buck up, chica. You got one willing subject. Now come on, spread that gunk on me and let's grow this thing!" T.K. exclaimed.

This renew Lisa with vigor as she spread the white gunk on face. It began to sizzle and bubble as it took effect.

"Heh, heh. It tickles," T.K. squeaked, squirming in the table.

The gunk seep into his pores as the bubbling and sizzling cease. Lisa released him from her table. T.K. jumped off and dashed to the mirror to see the results.

"So, Lis', when it should it take effect?" T.K. asked, rubbing his face.

Lisa was confused, "Strange, it should take effect after the gunk was drained into your pores. Experiment was a failure. Test subject's face is still smooth as Lily's bottom,"

"Oh well, so much fo-"

POOF!

There on his face was a huge bushy beard. His sideburns, goatee, and moustache bloomed with manliness as the boy was awestruck. "This...is...EPIC! Lis', you are a wiz, chica! I looked like a barbarian with this," T.K. compared, making poses in front of the mirror.

"It was no big. The gunk consists of my father's shaving cream, my mother's beauty products, and fertilizer," Lisa recalled, brushing off T.K.''s comment.

"T.K...the barbarian, T.K. the barbarian, T.K...the barbarian, T.K. chanted as he exited the room.

Author's Note: Ahhhh. Chapter 7 is finally done. There are two references in this story, can you find them? Seriously though, thank you all for the views. I never expected this to blow up like it did so.

See you on Chapter 8

Cutthroat Jenkins, out!