Saturday. After accepting Timmy's request for training, Luan instructed him to spend the rest of yesterday resting so he'll be prepared for today.
The young 10-year old let out a big yawn as he sat up in his bed. He was so anxious about the kind of pranks he would learn today that he was hardly able to sleep. After letting out another loud yawn, Timmy opened his eyes and couldn't believe what he saw. Relying purely on instinct, Timmy quickly rolled himself out of bed, narrowly avoiding the torrent of water that fell out of the giant bucket strapped to his ceiling.
"What the-?" Timmy immediately stopped himself from finishing that question and noticed that his bedroom window was boarded shut. "This can't be what I think this is…"
The answer he really didn't want to accept soon rolled from under his bed and reached for a nearby piece of rope hanging from the ceiling.
"It is!" Luan beamed.
She tugged on the firmly grasped line of high-performance fibers and Timmy again instinctively dived out of the way as a heavy bag of sand landed on his previous location.
"I thought you were supposed to help me!" the annoyed 10-year old cried.
"I am and I will if you successfully prank me," Luan replied.
"What?!" Timmy exclaimed.
Timmy was horrified by what he was just told. Not only was he going to have to deal with even more pranks, even worse from Luan, but he was completely unprepared to prank anyone. There was only one logical thing to in such a situation…
The terrified 10-year old ran out of his room and was immediately greeted with a pie to the face. He then blindly stumbled towards the steps and tripped over a line of rope strung-up to ankle height, sending him hurtling down the steps and towards a trampoline. He was launched off the trampoline and crashed into the living room sofa, suffering excruciating pain.
But his torment wasn't over yet. He slowly raised his head and noticed his feet were tangled between even more rope.
"Oh no…" he muttered, before being quickly dragged around the living room, colliding with everything the room contained before being thrown into the basement.
"Ugh…" Timmy groaned.
He forced his aching body up to his knees and noticed a glimmer of hope in front of him.
"Is that a joy buzzer?" Timmy wondered aloud, reaching for the aforementioned object.
He gently touched the center and was surprised that he didn't feel a shock.
"What kind of cheap tool of torture is this?" Timmy complained.
He then turned it over to check its inscription before suddenly hearing the sound of creaking wood in the distance. Luan made her way into the basement and noticed that her prey wasn't around. As she inspected the basement, Timmy kept his eyes on her from behind the boiler.
"I got to get out of this house," Timmy whispered.
"There's only one way out."
The startled 10-year old immediately turned around to find Luan gleefully standing behind him.
"How'd you…" Timmy started to ask. "Never mind!"
He dashed towards the opposite side of the room and placed his hand on a suspiciously colored brick, causing a secret switch to reveal itself. He then flipped the switch, causing an escape tube to rise up from the ground.
"And Wanda said the escape tube in case of Luan's pranks was a bad idea," Timmy chuckled as he stepped into his escape pod.
He pressed the escaped button and was immediately covered by green slime.
"Dang, she's good!" Timmy complained.
2 hours later, the battered and bruised 10-year old rocked back and forth in a troubled fetal position behind the living room's sofa.
"I have a whole new respect for the other Louds…" Timmy mumbled. "I got to think of a way out of here. Well, I don't usually do this but if Jimmy can get ideas out nowhere by doing it, then so can I!
Timmy took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"Think, think, think!" he silently chanted. At that moment, all of the boy's brain functions activated and went to work. After minutes of constant thinking, Timmy finally came to a conclusion. "I got nothing. Wait, I got something!"
Timmy made a mad dash to the 2nd floor bathroom, barely avoiding any traps set by Luan. Once there, he jumped on top of the toilet seat and reached for the handle.
"Hey, Luan!" Timmy called. "I got a joke for you!"
"Let's hear it! Luan grinned, appearing from behind the shower curtains.
"What did the 10-year old say when he escaped?" the confident kid smirked.
He moved the handle downward and a torrent of water shot out of the toilet propelling him towards the ceiling. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to break through, causing the pained Turner to crash into the toilet.
Suddenly, the toilet once again fired up and shot out of the house.
"I hope you aren't gushing over that one!" Luan joked.
Meanwhile, across the street, Chloe was in the middle of drawing up blueprints until her favorite buck-toothed neighbor crashed into her room.
"Timmy?!" She quickly stashed the blueprints under her bed and tried her best to act nonchalant. "What are you doing here?"
"Luan… pranks… thinking… lame pun," Timmy gasped between each breath.
Chloe helped him onto his feet and finally got a good look at all the bruises that covered his body.
"You mean Luan did all of that?" Chloe asked.
Timmy silently nodded his head.
"Maybe you should ask her to stop," Chloe suggested.
"I can give you several accounts telling you that won't work," Timmy replied. "The only way out of this is to find a way a prank her."
"Well, why don't you use that joy buzzer?" Chloe pointed out.
"It doesn't work," Timmy lamented. "Besides, who would fall for the oldest trick in the book?"
Meanwhile, in front of Patrick's Rock…
"Hey Patrick," SpongeBob extended his hand and grinned. "Ready for our customary morning handshake?"
"Yep," Patrick nodded his head, oblivious to the joy buzzer on SpongeBob's hand.
Patrick gripped SpongeBob's hand and a large current of electricity surged throughout the entire ocean.
"But don't you know? That's not a normal joy buzzer," Chloe pointed out.
"What do you mean?" Timmy asked.
"Look at the back," Chloe replied.
Timmy did as he was told, causing his eyes to widen with surprise. But before he could fully comprehend what he read, he heard Luan call out to him through an open window. He cautiously approached the open window and couldn't believe what he saw. His comic books were laid spread out on his front yard next to a "For Sale!" sign.
"That monster!" Timmy gasped.
"Looks like she's trying to bait you out using a very obvious trap," Chloe pointed out. "You should probably develop a game plan instead of just going out there."
As if on cue, Timmy ran out her front door and towards his yard.
"Oh, Timmy…" Chloe worriedly sighed as she watched Timmy fall for every possible prank Luan set out for him.
The broken 10-year old staggered onto his yard, before collapsing in front of Luan.
"That's it!" Timmy yelled. "I can't take any more of this! I quit!"
"Quit? A true pranker ever quits in the face of adversary," Luan replied.
"In case you haven't notice, I'm not a pranker!" Timmy shouted. "I'm the pranke! The punching bag! The eternal loser that will forever be the target of malicious individuals that torment the weaker class because they have a superiority inferiority complex that they need to satisfy!"
Timmy paused for a moment and realized what he just said.
"Where did that last part come from?" Timmy wondered aloud. "Anyway, I'm done! Now can you please help me up?"
Timmy stretched his hand towards Luan, which she happily accepted. As soon as she grasped his hand, a rush of electricity surged throughout her entire body.
"Reverse Joy Buzzer," Timmy smirked. "Reverses someone's joy buzzer on themselves."
After shaking off her light electrocution, Luan blankly stared at her opponent before bursting into laughter.
"You got me!" she laughed. "Now the real training can begin."
"All right!" Timmy cheered, before realizing something important. "By the way… where's Lincoln and your sisters been all day?"
"I safely moved them before anyone woke up," Luan answered.
"Moved them where?" Timmy asked.
"LUAN!"
The surprised 10-year old turned towards the direction of the angry voices that seemed that originated from beyond the horizon.
"The forest," Luan answered.
"Isn't that dangerous for those without nature skills?" Timmy pointed out.
"BIGFOOT!" he heard the other Louds cried.
"Never mind. They're good," Timmy shrugged.