I don't own any of this, Loud House belongs to Nickelodeon.
"Aw man! Look at that beauty."
"I know bro! She's so smoking."
Standing in front of a store window are Hank and Hawk, who are utterly gawking at a blue motorbike with a matching side car and a white stripe going down the middle, being displayed proudly at the local bike shop. It's a very fine beauty and it would be absolutely perfect for them as they could already imagine themselves riding in style through the high school's parking lot with leather jackets and dark sunglasses.
The only problem with their little fantasy however is that the price for the motorbike is way out of their price range as it's about one hundred and fifty dollars. To add even further insult to injury, the two boys were flat out broke with the only thing that they had in their pockets were lint, gum, and something sticky they both couldn't identify although they did think that it was once some sucker that Hank stuffed into his pocket last year.
Pressing his face against the glass, Hank wished that he could physically go through the window just so he could touch it. "It's not fair! Why can't we be loaded with money!"
"Very unfair bro! I could get so much stuff with a lot of money." Imagining himself living the rich life, Hawk is in a pool full of money, while living inside a space station made out of gold orbiting over Jupiter. But unfortunately they weren't loaded with tons of cash, leaving them nothing but the sidewalk they stand on.
The two each let out a sigh of despair as they slowly walked away from the store with their heads down and feet barely lifting off the ground. They could practically hear sad violin music as they traveled through town, where eventually they were both passing by the grocery store, where fresh shipments of lottery tickets are being loaded in by three rows of boxes with the top opened.
A sudden breeze soon comes through and blew several of the tickets out of the box. The tickets get carried around in the wind with several of them doing loop de loops, before getting separated while one goes across the parking lot, underneath some cars, and then smacked right into Hank's face.
"Ah! What the heck!?" He freaked out over the thing suddenly attached to his face, he flaps his arms a bit as he turned his head left and right before Hawk pulled it off his face and inspected it with a excited smile shortly appearing.
"Choice! A scratch on lottery ticket. Looks like our luck's turning." Without any sort of delay, Hawk reached into his pocket, but then remembered he didn't have a quarter to scratch it with. "Oh right. I guess I gotta use my finger." He eventually shrugged, all the while Hank scoffed at this.
"Don't waste your time, bro. Everyone knows that those lottery tickets are nothing more than scams for losers who think they can make it easy."
"Well I'm feeling lucky today, so don't taint this moment for me." Beginning to scratch the ticket with his index finger, Hawk is in full concentration mode as the numbers slowly revealed themselves with each scratch, all the while Hank looked away for he already knew on what was going to happen. Hawk's going to end up with a dud, then whine about it for the rest of the day and Hank is going have to suffer through it.
"3...2.…1"
"Oh my gosh!" Hawk suddenly screamed.
"Let me guess. You lost didn't you?" Hank blankly said for here it comes.
"No! I won!" Hawk exclaimed happily.
"I knew it! Now here comes the-wait you won?" Turning back to his buddy, Hank witnessed Hawk wave the winning ticket over his head like a flag. Through the flapping, Hank could just make out the winning matching numbers, which he couldn't believe as he never knew anyone in Royal Woods ever winning the lottery before, especially when Flip takes them all.
He's completely speechless with a wide open mouth as he leaned himself forward like an ape, while Hawk dances around in victory for this is the greatest day in his whole entire life! "We're going to be rich! I'm talking about thousand of dollars! We can get everything we ever wanted!"
"Thousands? Rich?" Hank repeated in a trance like state as his eyes turned into dollar signs before then going off like a slot machine with various fruits quickly rolling up and down in his eyes, until finally landing on just one word: JACKPOT!
Not being able to contain it, Hank joins in with Hawk's victory dance by wrapping his arm around his and hopping around. This is the best thing that could ever happen to them. They actually struck it big time! They out of all people. Now not only can they afford that motorbike, but they can also now walk around fancy in that stuck up country club Lord Tetherby; the stuck up, limo riding jerk who always looks down on them like bugs. No wait. He looks down on them like a bunch of dirty bacteria, resides in.
The two will gladly pay a thousand dollars just to see his shocked face of seeing them entering the country club in those fancy tuxedos that the rich always loved to wear in order just to rub it in his white mustache face. They might even buy his precious limo just to pour salt in the wound and then they'll get a pet llama just for the heck of it.
"Man, what are we waiting around here for? Let's cash this baby already!" Hank races for the stores ATM, but got stopped by Hawk who grabbed him by the back collar with enough force to slip him off his feet and crash onto the ground with a loud slam.
"Ow! What the heck bro!" He winced in pain from the sudden slam to the concrete ground.
"We can't cash it in yet." Hawk replied, which very well confused Hank as he got himself back up with an ache going throughout his back.
"What do you mean we can't cash it in?" He asked in outrage.
"Look" Pointing to a label at the bottom left corner on the ticket, Hank read it carefully and much to his dismay, it said that the ticket will not be available to cash in until tomorrow morning.
"Ah! Are you kidding me? What dunderhead decided that?" It's completely stupid for who would want to wait until tomorrow to get their rightful winnings? It sounded like a terrible plot device in a sitcom.
"I know right, but unfortunately it looks like we have no utter choice and until then we gotta keep this baby safe for who knows what creep would want to steal our key to success and riches." At this the two immediately got suspicious of everyone around them, for they could steal their lottery ticket and get the money for themselves: like that man getting out of his car, the two woman chattering to each other across the street, to even those three babies in those carriages nearby.
Everyone's a suspect in their eyes and they needed a safe place to bunker down in with their winning lottery ticket until tomorrow. There's only one place that's safe from all these lottery ticket stealing scavengers, so without waiting for anyone to snatch their fortune away from them, they race away for the safety of the treehouse.
In a secluded area of the nearby woods, laid Hank's and Hawk's treehouse; a place where the two usually hangout at when they want isolation from other people, partake in competitions, count stolen lunch money or eat stolen candy. The place is really a second home to them, which is why they spend more time here than their actual homes, it's also the perfect place for them to hide their lottery ticket as someone has to have a brain the size of a ant to actually dare come into their hangout to steal it.
As for the lottery ticket itself. The two had it firmly taped up to the wall, so that it wouldn't be blown away by the wind, plus they wouldn't be loosing it if one of them kept it in their messy pockets, only for it to slip out through a hole or something of that nature.
But as for the two themselves, they stood proudly in front of their ticket like it was some trophy that they won in a contest. By tomorrow they'll cash this baby in, load their pockets with the money, buy the motorbike, and then they'll wait until sunset for the perfect setting to ride off in. It's the perfect plan and they can't hardly wait for tomorrow as evidence by their wide smiles, if there is a time that they wished that they had a handy time machine on them, this would definitely be the time to use one.
"Oh boy, oh boy. To think we're going to be loaded by tomorrow." Hank excitedly exclaimed.
"Bro. I really wish that we didn't have to wait for tomorrow, it's torturing me!" It really was to. Hawk felt that his hair is shedding from this waiting for tomorrow crap. He should bonk someone on the head for coming up with the idea of getting the prize money tomorrow instead of right now.
"Well there's nothing we can do bro." Hank shrugged before walking away towards a stack of cards. "How about a game of cards to keep our minds off our win."
Looking in-between his buddy and the lottery ticket, Hawk reluctantly left the ticket and sat across from Hank who gave him a shuffle of cards that they soon proceed to play in a couple of rounds, which did kept their minds away from the lottery ticket. After much time of playing, with Hawk currently in the lead of the number of rounds they've played. The two were currently in yet another round with both of them having five cards in their hands.
Feeling confident of his hand of cards, Hank proudly placed them down. "Ha! In your face! I got two kings!"
"Hate to say this. Oh! Who am I kidding!?" Slamming down his own cards, Hawk revealed that he had five Ace's, completely destroying Hank from his win. "Read them and weep loser!"
Having lost for the thirteenth time, Hank growled in utter frustration, scattering his cards everywhere all the while Hawk smiled smugly in victory for there's something about winning that really makes a game feel even better, especially when you see someone else loose by their build up frustration such as Hank right now, who's pounding his fists against the floor. "How about another round, bro?"
"And let you cream me again? Yeah, I don't think so."
"If you say so." Hawk smugly shrugged for he would definitely wipe the floor with Hank again. "It must be my lucky day after all. First I win the jackpot, then I repeatedly creamed you in this card game." Leaning himself back slightly, Hawk gently closes his eyes as he's busy of thinking about his luck.
"Oh please. That ticket could've blown the other way or something." Hank dismissed.
"But it didn't and now we're rich. So you better keep ya trap shut because with my luck, we can't loose." Taking a glance to the ticket, Hawk counted down the hours that are passing by until they can finally turn it in, it's still tediously so far away, but with each passing hour the closer it gets. Then again they weren't known for their patience.
The only thing to do now in order to distract themselves is to do something else. What it exactly was? He had no idea.
The answer to that question was basically doing whatever they can think of. From going outside and testing their strength by lifting up large logs, to a arm wrestling contest, which Hawk won again much to the frustration of Hank who was just so close to winning that contest.
By sundown; the two are back inside the treehouse, looking out the window at the sunset colored sky. After awhile of watching the sunset, Hawk let's out a tired yawn along with a slow stretch of his arms. "Looks like it's time to head home." Hank stated.
"Yeah, I suppose so." Letting out another long yawn, Hawk could already imagine himself dropping down onto his bed like a fallen tree, right after having the meatball sandwiches that he and his family were supposed to be having tonight. He can practically taste them as he and Hank headed for the exit.
Only to stop in his tracks so suddenly that Hank bumped into him. Why he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks was because a sudden thought came to him, a terrible thought that could jeopardize their entire rich, luxurious life. For you see in Hawk's mind, he sees a burglar with a classic villain mustache, tip toeing right up to their ticket with a evil smile. Letting out a diabolical laugh as he rubbed his curly, thin mustache. The burglar took hold of the lottery ticket and then left their treehouse with his cape blowing dramatically behind him.
The thought scared him enough to auditability gasp. "What are we doing!? We can't leave our ticket here alone! Who knows what kind of crooks are waiting for us to leave before snatching it!"
"Aw man you're right bro! Good thinking." Hank could see it. They come back the next morning to find the ticket gone, only to find out that some scumbag cashed in their ticket and is riding pass them in a sweet car with tons of money in the back. They couldn't let that happen no matter what, but the question is what will they exactly do? For if they took it to either of their houses, their families will snatch it.
"So any ideas?" He asked his buddy, who pondered hard on their problem, until at last a solution came to his head. "I got it!"
Placing the ticket inside a box where they store their personal stuff, the two firmly lock it with a padlock, then they place it underneath a bigger, wooden box for safe keeping with a rock on top of the box for extra measures. If the rock is slightly moved from its spot, then it'll mean that someone was indeed here, while they were away.
Having their security measures firmly in place. The two finally left the treehouse for the night. By next morning they'll be rich! Filthy! Stinking! Rich!
That night after having a nice hamburger dinner, Hank is fast asleep in his bed snoring loudly with his clothes still on for the meal had really pooped him enough to fall onto his bed and descend into sleep the moment his head made contact with his pillow.
Through his loud snoring and saliva dripping mouth, he dreamed of being in a large auditorium full of people with a brightly lit stage with a pedestal that he stood behind, while being in a tuxedo with an award in his hand. However this wasn't for him much to his anger, instead to his great reluctance, he was giving the award away. "And for the award of the richest guy in the world! Give a clap to Hawk Rich."
Walking up onto the stage is a dressed up Hawk in a white coat, flashy necklaces, rings, and all the blings you could think of, and of course he had some awesome sunglasses. Reaching the pedestal, he shoves Hank out of the way as he happily took the award from his hands. Now proudly holding it in his hands, Hawk proudly leaned forward to the awaiting microphone.
"I would just like to thank my amazing luck to get me to what I am today. It's thanks to it that I was able to win the lottery and become rich enough to open up my very own theme park; Bendy-Land! The spectacular cartoon based theme park that I definitely didn't take from a video game and even if I did, I own the company now so it's no big deal." Holding the award above his head proudly, Hawk poses for various photo shoots, completely leaving a very bitter Hank in the dark.
Waking up from the dream with a bit of a start, Hank blinks a couple of times in horror as that implication of that dream burned into his brain. What if Hawk really did back stabbed him? He could be doing it right now by sneaking into the treehouse and snatching up the ticket, where come the next morning he gets all the money and leaves him in the dust.
"Not if I can help it." He growled underneath his breath.
Hank quickly gets himself out of bed and out of his room through the window, which he usually does when he's sneaking out late. Then he quickly heads back to the treehouse, where upon entering the place, he took notice on how nothing seemed to have changed. It might seemed good, but what if that's what Hawk wanted him to think. He definitely needed to check in order to be absolutely sure of it.
Going up to the box, he slowly removed the rock, then after placing the rock gently down on the floor. He tilted up the box, which unknown to him pulls a rope tied to the back of it and drops a barrel, which falls right on him completely bounding his arms, leaving only his head to pop out from the top. Caught in surprise Hank moved his head down to have a look at the barrel trapping him. "Boy! Oh boy!"
"Looking for something there buddy?" Hawk called out behind him as he climbed himself into the treehouse and slowly walked right on over to Hank who slowly turned around in his barrel prison to face him.
"What's with this barrel?" He demanded as he continued to struggle within it.
"Oh, I just decided to add a secret security measure just in case our hiding place wasn't enough. From the looks of it, I say that my trap worked rather well wouldn't you say?"
"Yeah. Now get me out of this thing!" He demanded while still struggling.
After getting Hank free from his barrel prison. The two decided that the best thing to do in order to make sure that no one or either of them would take the ticket is by spending the night here, while keeping a very close eye on each other as they sat on a opposite corner of the treehouse.
As the night driven on past midnight, their eyes slowly slid down in a couple of blinks before finally falling asleep. This time Hawk is the one dreaming; In this dream he is outside in the pouring rain, wearing nothing but a potato sack as he looked through the window of a brightly lit mansion, where right inside is Hank in full swim gear is busy swimming in gold coins like Scrooge McDuck.
Taking a dive in the pile of coins, he emerges out with his hands raised up with coins flying everywhere as he laughs loudly in his success. He only stops laughing when Hawk tapped on the window and gave a sad eyed look when he got Hank's full attention, hoping that his old friend would take pity on poor him.
However instead Hank pulls out a remote control and pushed a button that slammed down thick curtains, completely cutting him off for good as he return to his swim.
Waking up from the dream with a gasp, Hawk glares harshly at his sleeping "buddy" AKA; the double crosser. He'll teach him to keep him out in the rain. Quickly getting up to check up on the ticket, Hawk disables the barrel trap and gently lifted up the box, then unlocked the padlock and opened up the much smaller box to reveal the lottery ticket is all safe and sound.
"Good my precious ticket is safe. Just rest up my sweet as we have a date with the ATM tomorrow." Picking up the ticket gently, he holds it in closer to kiss it goodnight.
"Ah! Ha!"
Hawk jumped out of his skin as Hank suddenly appeared behind him and shouted right in his ear. Turning around swiftly Hawk found Hank's accusing finger right in his face. "I knew that you were going to snatch the ticket for yourself!" He growled with a great scowl that Hawk fiercely returned.
"Oh! Like you weren't going to run off with it the moment my back is turn! Yeah! I'm onto your plan bro!"
"You accusing me bro?!" Hank shouted in outrage as he got in his face, only for Hawk to lean himself forward to push him back. "You accusing me?!"
Both narrowing their eyes, they quickly formed into a large fight cloud with fists and feet flying out of it, along with their faces with fists punching them, rear ends receiving well placed kicks, and torn pieces of clothing circling around the cloud like debris in a tornado. Their cloud travels around the treehouse, knocking down everything that got unfortunately in the way of the fight cloud that soon moved towards the entrance that they both promptly fell out of with loud screams that got swiftly silence with a thud.
The sounds of singing birds, the feeling of a breeze going through them, and the light of the sun brought the two out of their unconscious state. Slowly waking themselves up, the two found themselves laying on their backs, inside body shaped holes they've made after their fall last night.
"Aw man! What happened?" Hawk groaned for that fall really hurt his head, right along with Hank who rubbed his own head. "I can't remember, but look it's morning. Now we can finally turn in the ticket."
Hearing that Hawk quickly sat himself up with a huge smile plastered on his face, it took Hank a little while to register on what he just said and do the exact same thing. They then glance at each other silently with their smiles slowly fading as their eyes narrowed for they weren't going to let the other cash it in before one of them does so.
Hawk makes the move first by swiftly getting up and taking one step towards the ladder before feeling a hand grabbed hold of the back of his shirt tightly and pulled him back down into his crater. Leaping on over him, Hank grabbed hold of the ladder and swiftly climbed right on up to the treehouse, where after a swift search through the trash place. He picked it up from the floor and turned around to have a fist slam into his face.
As he fell backwards, Hawk took it out of his hands and then ran out of the treehouse by sliding down the ladder. Upon reaching the ground, Hawk runs into the forest, breaking through branches and scrubs in his way until suddenly falling into a hole. The ticket flutters out of his hand, which Hank happily grabbed as he jumped over the hole that he dug, laughing mockingly at Hawk's predicament.
He didn't get far though as after a mile of running, Hawk swinging on a vine came out from nowhere and took the ticket right out of his hand, but then shortly slammed right into a tree where he then slid down slowly to the ground all daze, to the awaiting Hank who casually walked right on up to him and just as casually took the ticket out of his hand.
Leaving him behind, Hank runs even faster as he exited out of the woods and onto the first street. Without the cover of the trees, it'll be difficult for Hawk to pop on out from nowhere.
Not long after he thought that, Hawk hopped over the fence on his left and landed right on top of him. "I'll be taking that." He remarked before running off with the ticket and ran three blocks, when he suddenly stopped in a panic as Hank ran right at him and struck him in the shin with a metal baseball bat.
"Ow! Mother of pearl!" With another strike, Hank hits him on the head hard enough to knock him out.
"No. I'll be holding that." Rushing away again, what happened next is a series of traps and ambushes the two pulled on each other from Hank stepping on a net on the ground and got lifted up, Hawk getting tackled, a bee hive being thrown at Hank's head, a swift kick in the privates, and finally when they were about one block away from the grocery store Hawk used a rope to trip Hank.
At last making it to the ATM, Hawk puts in the ticket and it felt luxurious as the ATM shook and hopped as it process the ticket. The ATM at last stops all its shaking after two minutes, and then produces out ten thousand mullah that showered down on the awaiting Hawk who danced around with his hands in the air. Hank soon joined in on the celebration, completely ignoring the fact that just moments ago they were both fighting for the ticket.
Their victory dance soon ends when the last of the money popped out of the ATM. Leaving a great pile of cash surrounding the two happy boys. "C'mon, let's go get that motorbike."
"Right bro."
They each grab a handful of cash and run out onto the parking lot, laughing in joy that's then swiftly cut off when a speeding car crashed right into them.
Oh! Everything hurts so bad!" Hawk moaned in his body cast as he laid in a hospital bed with Hank right across the room with casts over both his arms and legs.
"Dude, I got an itch so bad it's not even funny." Hank couldn't help but groaned. He couldn't believe that they both got hit by a car right after receiving their riches, it just wasn't fair!
The door to their room soon opens as the doctor stepped in with his trusty clipboard. "Well good news boys. You'll soon be healed in about ten weeks, so you'll be out of here as soon as you know it."
"That's a relief." Hawk muttered under his breath.
"I got even better news for you boys to. The massive amount of money you received will cover your whole entire hospital bill." The doctor happily explained much to the horror of Hank and Hawk as that meant they've lost their entire money! The thing they've both been waiting and fought for all day, all night, and this morning. Now hearing that they have lost it, the two fainted at the spot.
"That's how most of my patients react at the end of their hospital visit." The doctor casually remarked.