On the Thursday afternoon just before Halloween, the Toon City Kids had gathered at their beloved movie theater hangout. One of the auditoriums in the abandoned theater had finally been cleaned out and renovated, making it their secret refuge. The gang was settled in, eagerly anticipating an Alfred Hitchcock marathon. Lydia couldn't contain her excitement as she bounced a little rubber ball off the floor, while Jimmy, ever the cautious one, stood near the door, sipping on a drink. The rest of the crew lounged comfortably on the old theater seats.
The voice of the announcer crackled over the speakers, breaking the silence. "Now, back to the Hitchcock movie marathon," the announcer spoke with an eerie enthusiasm. Just as this happened, the door creaked open, and in walked Rolf, dressed as Frank N. Furter from the "Rocky Horror Picture Show." He tiptoed behind Jimmy, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Suddenly, with all the subtlety of a thunderclap, Rolf shouted, "BOO!" The effect was immediate. Startled by Rolf's unexpected scare, Jimmy choked on his drink, splattering it all over his shirt. He groaned in frustration, "Dammit, Rolf!" Turning around, he found himself face to face with Rolf in his outlandish costume. Jimmy immediately covered his eyes, revolted by the sight. "AAH! Damn, Rolf!"
Lydia, puzzled by the unexpected turn of events, looked up and asked, "Rolf? What the hell are you doing?"
The rest of the kids gradually lifted their heads and locked eyes on Rolf, their expressions a mix of confusion and disbelief. Sheen, never one to miss a detail, couldn't help but point out the obvious, "Yeah, I don't know if you've noticed... but you're dressed like a girl."
Jimmy, still trying to wipe away the juice from his shirt, chimed in, clearly unimpressed, "And... not a nice girl!"
Unfazed by their criticism, Rolf proudly announced, "Neutron, you spilled juice all over your shirt... you're the one who looks foolish." Rolf began to saunter over to the rest of the kids as he spoke, his costume drawing their collective attention. "For Rolf is Dr. Frank N. Furter from the Rocky Horror Picture Show." As he said this, Rolf playfully wiggled his hips, further unnerving the gang. "You know, Rolf's family was quite upset about my rock-hard ass."
With an audacious flourish, he shoved his posterior toward Cindy's face. She stared at it in a mixture of shock and annoyance. Her voice filled with irritation, Cindy couldn't help but reprimand Rolf, "ROLF! Put it away or take it outside."
Jimmy was quick to seize the opportunity, jumping over a theater seat and making his way over to Lydia. He inquired, a hopeful tone in his voice, "So, Lydia, do you wanna get out of here? You know, do something fun?"
Rolf, always eager for an adventure, chimed in with enthusiasm, "I do!"
However, Danielle appeared less than thrilled as she crossed her arms and let out a disgruntled groan. "Danny and Jazz gotta go to a stupid Halloween party with Heather, Taylor, Courtney, and Heather's stupid friends. Even Claire will be there! Not only do I have to wear a dress, but all Claire's guy friends act like they've made out with her before."
Cindy, Buford, and Ferb exchanged bewildered glances, unsure how to respond to Danielle's venting.
Cindy ventured cautiously, "Um… Danielle?"
Buford interjected, his voice laced with wisdom, "Leave it."
Ferb nodded in agreement.
Cindy, sensing the collective decision, warily replied, "Okay..."
Lydia, perhaps trying to change the subject, mused, "On Thursdays, it feels that there's nothing to do until Thursday Night Football comes on. It's like we're too early to Trick or Treat and too young to die."
Jimmy, however, had a different idea in mind. He spoke with an air of confidence, "No, Lydia, I thought that maybe there was something we could do... together."
Lydia blushed instantaneously, her usual cool demeanor faltering as she stammered nervously while taking a step back. She chuckled uncomfortably, "Uh, I doubt it..."
Mabel couldn't contain her excitement, exclaiming, "WOAH! That is a burn!"
A flustered Lydia turned her attention to Jimmy, her face now crimson with embarrassment, "No! I... No, no, I didn't mean it like that."
Dee Dee, Dexter's sister, seized the opportunity to taunt Jimmy further, smirking as she remarked, "Nope, sorry, Lydia. That was a burn. What's burnt is burnt, and what's burnt... is Jimmy."
Dipper couldn't resist joining in the teasing, chuckling as he added, "Oh, so you're out of fun things to do. You're already bored of your boyfriend?"
Lydia, caught off guard, protested, "What?! NO!" Her cheeks flushed even brighter as she realized her slip of words. She stammered, "Uh... I... I mean, we're just friends."
The playful banter continued, but amidst the laughter and teasing, a new tension hung in the air, suggesting that perhaps there was more to Jimmy and Lydia's relationship than either of them was willing to admit.
Phineas, always the master of lighthearted solutions, broke the lingering tension with his whimsical suggestion. He spoke with a grin, "You know what would be fun? If we were in an Alfred Hitchcock movie right now, and we didn't know it. And then, someone told us, and we were all like, 'Oh man! I'm in a movie!'"
The camera shifted to capture a close-up of each person's face, revealing their surprised expressions as they played along with Phineas's idea.
Jimmy, still feeling a bit awkward, quickly decided to exit the situation. "Yeah, ok, I'm out of here," he mumbled, his discomfort evident.
Lydia, taken aback by Jimmy's abrupt departure, protested, "Wait, but I thought we-"
Jimmy explained, "I gotta do something. Terrence wants those photos of the Toon City Superman, and they don't take themselves." With that, he left, slipping on his Colts coat.
Rolf, undeterred by Lydia's embarrassment, rose from his seat and approached her while she continued to bounce her ball. "You know what would cheer you up, strange and unusual one? A little Halloween preparation," he suggested eagerly. Rolf then demands, "HELLO?! Rolf demands you cease this relentless bouncing the forsaken ball and let's do something."
Lydia's ball bounced rhythmically in her hand, but her gaze remained averted. She chuckled awkwardly, saying, "Yeah, you know... I can't, Rolf. 'Cause I can't even look at you."
Lincoln, Ronnie Anne, and Clyde, who had been quietly observing the unfolding drama, couldn't help but chime in with their own brand of humor. Lincoln quipped, "Yeah, I don't know whether to throw you out or throw you down and make sweet love to you."
Ferb, ever the voice of reason, pointed out, "You know, that says more about you than it does about him."
Lydia, frustrated by the turn of events, retorted, "Hey! He's not the one dressed like a damn girl!"
Suddenly, Rolf seized an opportunity for mischief, snatching Lydia's super ball from her grasp. "Well, the damn girl has your ball. Hehe!" Rolf taunted, making a hasty escape out of the theater.
Lydia, torn between her irritation and her attachment to the ball, couldn't help but exclaim, "What do I care about..." She tried to brush it off, but the lure of her beloved ball proved too strong. "That's my ball!" With determination, she dashed after Rolf, marking the beginning of a new Halloween adventure for the Toon City Kids.
Outside, the chase continued as Rolf and Lydia darted towards a nearby garage. Rolf, still dressed in the Frank N. Furter costume and struggling with the high heels, reached the roof with Lydia hot on his heels.
Rolf groaned, clearly regretting his choice of footwear. "Oh, Rolf shouldn't have put on these heels, they're killing me!"
Lydia, determined to get her beloved super ball back, spoke sternly, "Okay, Rolf, that's it. Give the ball back and no one gets hurt."
As she lunged toward the ball, her momentum sent her tumbling off the roof, but she managed to grab onto the gutter, clinging desperately.
Inside the auditorium, the rest of the kids were still engrossed in their movie marathon.
Kevin, always one for a bit of mischief, broke the silence. "Hey, guys, do you wanna go outside and see those two run around? Someone might get hurt! It's funny when people get hurt." He began to toy with the tab on his soda can.
Buford chimed in with a mischievous grin, "Especially when they're in their underwear. That's great."
Sarah, not one to mince words, pointed out, "The only person dumb enough to get hurt around here is my stupid brother and his friends."
Ed looked confused for a moment, not understanding what his sister meant. However, Eddy was about to respond, irritated by Sarah's comment, "You know what, Sarah, I'm really starting to get sick—" But in a twist of irony, Eddy accidentally hurt himself while playing with his soda can, causing him to yelp in pain and put his hand in his mouth. Edd shook his head in disappointment.
Sarah couldn't help but laugh at the unfortunate turn of events, saying, "That's great."
Back at the garage, Rolf, despite his twisted ankle and persistent high heels, was still trying to help Lydia, who was hanging on to the gutter in frustration. He attempted to reassure her, "I'll give you the ball back, Strange and Unusual one. Just don't fall. We don't want anyone falling. No falling."
However, Rolf's own struggle with his unconventional footwear got the best of him, causing him to lose his balance and fall off the roof, twisting his ankle in the process, leaving Lydia still hanging on to the gutter, desperate to retrieve her super ball.
