The LoudBusters 16

Ok my loyal readers here's crossover of a different type... This time I've added Ghostbusters to my Loud House story hybrids. But this is based off the Ghostbusters/Ghostbusters 2/Ghostbusters: The Videogame (Realistic version)/Ghostbusters: Afterlife timeline. What if during the stream crossing that defeated Gozer in the first film damaged the dimensional fabric between the Ghostbusters dimension and the Loud House? Sending ghosts in their world. Inspired by her son's heroic actions (and her boss's suggestion) as a Ghostbuster Rita's boss decides she'll write a short story based off their adventures. A mischievous spirit of a late writer starts haunting her, but is there more to his return than terrorizing Mrs. Loud? Rated K+ for mild innuendo, a dark tone/plot, scary monsters, or frightening monster descriptions.

- chapter 16 - Dead Print Lines

-The Royal Woods Gazette

It was a fairly quiet afternoon at The Royal Woods Gazette as Rita Loud was called to her bosses' office. The blonde matriarch of the Louds hoped it wasn't another hairbrained story. Last time Jesse had her write an article about the historical significance of toilet paper, just remembering it made the mother of eleven's skin crawl. Stepping into her bosses' office Rita really hoped it wasn't something stupid. "Ok Hiller what's your brilliant new idea?"

Taking a seat Jesse told her next big scoop. "Ok first off stop the presses Rita, here's your newest headline; I think you're a perfect candidate for the expose on The Secrets of the Ghostbusters job, seems our readers want an in-depth look at our youthful spook catching team especially since one of them is your own son, and I'm betting the readers would love to hear their deepest, darkest, and scariest secrets." Her boss Jesse Hiller announced in her usual over-the-top manner usage of gazette phrases.

"Uh run that by me again." Rita blinked thinking her hearing was going bad.

Again, Jesse relayed what she just said. "Do an expose on the Ghostbusters. There's so much Royal Woods doesn't know about our young local heroes', and this is the chance of a lifetime to find out."

-Loud residence

And that was exactly what she was currently up to, typing up notes on almost everything Ghostbusters related, after all their HQ wasn't far from the house. She hadn't spent too much time with Lincoln since summer started, and she wanted to make up for lost time. That and this wasn't the only time he'd inspired a literary work of hers. Making things even crazier was Lincoln's reaction. He almost seemed bored by it. As if that made any sense. "A story? On me and the team? Why?"

Naturally his mother had to explain why she was asking this so suddenly. Besides her boss telling her to. "Well honey if I'm gonna be honest here it's because I'm curious. There's been way too many crazy stories in the news and frankly Lincoln I'm out of patience. My boss wants to know more about what you do out there. I'm your mother and even I don't know everything you've been up to. I never thought this job of yours could be so dangerous."

She was referring to the burger monster that attacked her hubby's restaurant and she'd recalled reports in Great Lakes City of trains coming to life terrorizing commuters. Fighting against ghosts was way more dangerous than she'd ever thought possible.

Also staying there was Lola's good friend Winston over for a tea party had him thinking. She'd told him how a ghost at the spa slimed her beautiful face, the sheer thought of that happening to him made his skin crawl. "Moms got a point there Linky." Lola suggested.

"Never thought I'd agree with Lola on something, but she's got a good point too." Lucy pointed out.

After listening to his two sisters Lincoln made up his mind. It was simple really. "Well, I think the best way is to give you a tour of HQ. Follow me. Lucy. Lola if you want to take down some notes for mom feel free. Winston? Might as well come too."

-Bunker HQ

Thus, Lincoln started the tour: first up was the R&D lab with a few vials of dark green slime Lisa was conducting some kinds of electrical tests on. The second Rita Loud gazed upon it she had the weirdest feeling of deja vu. "What's this stuff... Looks kinda familiar." She asked.

She was about to touch the vial, but Lincoln stopped her, but Lola remembered clear as day. Glaring at it with scowl on her young face she knew it as the evil slime. "Ooh this stuff... I remember it. You came back from a trip and slathered in it while getting into some big fight almost killed each other. That angry slime stuff. Can't believe you kept some of that nasty stuff around Lisa."

The youthful scientist rebuffed her older sibling's warnings, especially since in science nothing was gained if you didn't take a few risks. "It's necessary for experiments. And it's where Handy came from, remember? Handy could you fetch the portable generator please?"

The hand-based entity then floated itself to the nearby shelf grabbing a spare generator. Normally Rita would be freaked out but by this point she'd seen and heard so many reports it didn't bother her. "So, Lisa what exactly are you adding to the proton packs?" Their mother inquired ready to jot down some notes.

She pulled the generator into a slot. And after installing it and adjusting her glasses Lisa elaborated on just what exactly she was doing. "Well mother unit it so happens I added something new to the pack. This is the PDS: Plasm Distribution System. Basically, it's a slime blasting offensive tool, heavily modified from samples via the uniforms."

As her mother continued to jot down notes Lisa explained even further. "In fact, mother, the plasm tanks are integrated directly into the Proton pack. It uses a base culture of ectoplasm that can impair entities, cause caustic Psychomagnotheric Slime to go inert and reveal otherwise invisible ethereal structures that reside on this plane. Mr. Hunnicutt a little demonstration please?"

That was the cue for Liam to take aim and blast a cartoony ghost plywood cutout with dark green slime, completely slathering it in the stuff. "As you've just seen to use the Slime Blower, just point and squirt. It'll help neutralize any active patches of Slime. It'll close any portals they can open, too. If my theory is true, that is."

As Lisa was smirking from the sight of her great work, again Mrs. Loud continued to take notes. Seeing she'd piqued her mother's interest Lisa continued to explain more of the features she'd built into the proton pack. "I've also added another function: The Shock Blaster. To use the Shock Blaster, it's best to get up fairly close. Its effect is powerful but will dissipate very quickly over distance." Lisa also turned to the rest of the team, giving them a stern look and warning. "And please do be careful, it's a prototype. I'm trusting you all with it."

Naturally Mrs. Loud had to ask what this Ghostbusting tool did. "Now what exactly does this "Shock Blaster" do?" She asked ready to write down more notes.

Again, Lisa elaborated on the new tool's features. "The Stasis Stream will temporarily slow down paranormal entities. If you train the stream on the target long enough, you can actually stop it entirely! Mr. Hunnicutt?"

Blasting a tennis ball with slime Liam tossed it in the air. "Using this here slimed tennis ball, I'll show you how to use it." He said using another feature blasting the ball with a neon blue beam actually freezing the ball in mid-air!

Seeing what the gadget did wowed Winston loving it. "Cool! A freeze ray!"

Shaking her head, no, Lisa explained what it really was, despite its apparent utility showed. "No that is a stasis stream. This has nothing to do with cold. But the effect is mostly similar."

But Lola's beau Winston had to ask the important question. "Seriously how does your sister have the time to work on all this stuff, Lola?"

Her answer wasn't the kind you'd expect, even from Lisa Marie Loud of all people. "To answer your inquiry Winston, I've been conducting an experiment in which I sleep an average fifteen minutes a day. Hence leaves me a lot of time to work."

"Working on that many projects when yer brain's running on fumes ain't good for your health Lisa. There's reasons why those sleep deprivation experiments were dangerous." Zach pointed out, bringing up facts this time and not some crazy theory.

"Fiddlesticks. But hear this everyone you cannot censor science." She grumbled glaring at them retreating back to her slime experiments.

"Uh Mrs. Loud best let Lisa be while she works. She gets so bossy when she hasn't had her nap." Rusty whispered to her.

But something was still bothering Mrs. Loud, the group had gone on several busts over the past two weeks, catching all kinds of nasty spooks... but what did the Ghostbusters DO with them exactly? That would be an important page of notes she thought as Lincoln just then turned around. "So, mom any other questions?"

"Uh yeah I have one, honey what exactly do you do with the ghosts after you catch them?" His mother awkwardly asked him.

He started walking to a nearby staircase gesturing his mom to follow him. Rolling her eyes, she followed him and was awestruck by the enormous size of the Containment Unit. "This... " Lincoln said patting its red metallic plating. "Mom this is the Containment Unit. It's where we store all the spooks, slimers, specters, phantoms, and tortured souls we bust."

Her jaw dropped nearly halfway to the floor, this gigantic device held all the ghosts, but how? And how'd her son who frankly wasn't the most muscular or tech savvy of her kids build it? "Uh... This thing holds the ghosts? Honey, it's gigantic how'd you'd even build it?! It must weigh a few tons!"

"With these little mechanical charms. Lisa was using them for maintenance on her robots." Her son casually said as the said robotic limbs emerged from various hatches and sliding mechanisms on the ceiling, which cued Mrs. Loud's eye to twitch. One went about fixing a bolt catching Lincoln's attention. "Oh, a bolt must've been loose. Gotta keep that spot in mind later."

"Oh, and take this. A communicator. It automatically alerts our systems of spooky goings on. Just in case anything tries to pick a fight with you." Lincoln said tossing her the communicator from a work desk, which she caught.

The family matriarch stuffed it into her pocket, hoping she'd never have to use it. But it melted her heart knowing her little boy was looking after her. It should've been the other way around Rita thought.

-meanwhile

Meanwhile back at the house Mr. Loud was busy at work in the kitchen but this time had a helper, Holly. In her own signing it was so she could get to know Lincoln's family better. It went fairly smooth except for Lynn Jr. getting on her nerves. She seriously doubted Holly was as good at martial arts like she claimed. That was her first mistake as Lynn smugly took a swing at her... only Holly judo threw her flying onto the couch.

Since his father didn't really know much sign language, he had to settle for writing simple things down on a large notebook. Wasn't the best way to talk but at least it worked. While Holly could read lips, she couldn't understand what people were saying if she couldn't see their mouths moving. Which made perfect sense.

So, Lynn Sr. tried his best to accommodate her, but truth be told when he heard his son met a girl, even inviting her to Luna's concert with SMOOCH he was almost ready to start blubbering. But Holly wasn't what he expected, because of her disability. A deaf girl wasn't even a blip on his dad radar. Though the girls jokingly said he had a type, redheads and Latinas. Holly seemed nice at least.

Taking the notebook she wrote "So what did you want to teach or show me Mr. Loud?". Then showed it to him.

Making sure she could see him speak he explained. "Well, we're gonna make a small chocolate cheesecake for Lincoln. Not just any kind, actual authentic Pennsylvania German Cheesecake using cottage cheese instead of cream cheese. It calls for quark a thick German cheese but it's hard to find around Michigan, and way out of my budget. Frankly Holly it looks and tastes more like Greek yogurt. Alright just follow my instructions and we'll do fine."

Nervous she wrote something down, a little bit distressing compared to her usual confident attitude "I suck at cooking.".

"Oh. Well don't worry I'll help you at every step." He told her.

Her nerves calmed a bit Holly wrote something else "Will Linc really like it though?".

Seemed she was still a little worried, so Lynn Sr. did his best as a father figure to reassure her. "Oh, you mean will Lincoln like it? Well, the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach and my kids absolutely love my cooking. Lucy even called it the best food in the world once when they were fighting over leftovers."

If the Loud kids were fighting over leftovers their dad's food must be as good as his restaurant's slogan said, at least to Holly that is. Pretty soon they went about mixing the ingredients, but as Holly read the instructions, she noticed they had way more cheese than required. She wrote down her question "But the instructions say we don't need that much cheese.".

Again, Mr. Loud who was a wizard of culinary work assured the redheaded girl things would be just fine. "Nah throw in some more cheese. He's gonna love this one."

Writing down her response Holly trusted the man on this "Ok if you say so.".

Once the extra cheese was added they popped it into the oven to bake, and then they waited. The family man sent Munchie to fetch Lincoln. Pretty soon he joined them at the kitchen table confused at their culinary cooperation project. "You mean you baked this for me? Personally? Hey, wait a minute Holly I know for a fact you can play karate, judo, taekwondo, read Ace Savvy, and love videos games as much as I do. But... and here's where it's important, you really don't cook well. You told me yourself."

Shrugging Holly signed that was true, cooking wasn't really one of her strong suits. She wrote down a surprising answer "Your dad helped me. Had a lot to talk about.".

Naturally Lincoln wasn't happy about his dad snooping into his private life. He had enough problems with his sisters doing it. "Dad! Seriously?"

Chuckling a little Mr. Loud at least admitted to it, but he brought up a good counterpoint. "Guilty. But c'mon you really don't bring too many girls home sport."

Sighing Lincoln accepted his father's apology, not pleased he roped Holly into it. "Because of years of meddling I've had to deal with. Any wonder why I do it? At this point it's survival dad."

Still, they went to all the trouble of making a chocolate cake for him, keeping it safe from his ten chocoholic sisters, all in an attempt getting to know Holly better. He really couldn't stay mad at them and dug into the rich looking cake. The first bite was pure chocolaty heaven in his mouth. "Mmm... Now that is a cake. Nice and fluffy texture and really rich. This cake here dad needs to go on the menu at Lynn's Table."

Seeing him enjoy her culinary collaboration Holly's heart fluttered a little, she realized she'd gotten a lot closer to him, which put a small smile on her face. However unknown to a set of goths were stealthily sneaking up on them. Holly signed to him she'd step out for a second then be right back. "Ok Holly." He said as she snuck around the corner.

But then a loud earsplitting scream made everyone wince. "Yahhh!"

Peering around the kitchen corner Lincoln saw Lucy & Haiku on the floor in a sorry looking pile, all the while Holly's face adorned with the biggest smirk he'd ever seen. Somehow Holly had managed out spook Lucy, despite the tactical disadvantage of no hearing. As Lucy & and Haiku were in a sorry looking pile Holly wagged her slowly telling them sneaking up on Lincoln was a big no-no. "Dang it." Lucy complained.

"Curses." Said Haiku as the two got back on their feet.

"Thanks Holly." Lynn Sr. said giving her two thumbs up.

"Well look at that. Somebody out spooked Lucy. Who'd a thought that would ever happen?" Lincoln said aloud flashing the redhead a smile for a job well done.

"Yeah, I wonder... " Lucy grumbled.

"Indeed. Fah... Foiled by your brother's love interest." Haiku also griped.

Again, Holly simply and smugly continued her smirking at them. Her nice girl attitude yet supportive nature of Lincoln seemed to win over Lynn Sr. "Sport I'm gonna have to hand it to you she's a keeper." That cued him to smirk too.

-later - begin Charge You Up by Tahiti

Later that night at the Royal Woods Gazette Rita continued her work, trying to create some sort of expose on the young Ghostbusters. She wanted it to be sensational but deeply heartfelt and really bring up the best personality quirks the team expressed. Sure, the kids weren't perfect angels, but they had plenty of good qualities.

Tired she yawned, seeing that she wasn't making any progress on her article. Even with all her notes she'd taken she still wasn't any closer in writing anything. Again, she wanted to be as accurate as possible, but Rita also wanted it to be as exciting as possible too. And that was stumping her. "I just don't how I'm going to write this... " She started to say as she yawned again, she reached for her glass of pink lemonade only it wasn't where it was supposed to be.

It had moved a few inches away from her, she could've sworn she left closer on a coaster. Fatigue must be getting to her she thought. "Huh? Must be tired." She muttered rubbing her tired eyes. Maybe a few hours of sleep would help. What she saw next sent a chill down her spine.

Just outside the corner of her eye a book floated towards her. Blinking she gulped even checking her forehead, nope she wasn't running a fever. She's simply tired is all taking a seat in a chair. "No Rita you did not see a book floating towards you. You're just very tired that's all. Maybe going crazy? Have to schedule time for a shrink. Maybe Dr. Lopez, the one Clyde sees might have an opening."

"Oh, yer not going crazy Mrs. Loud yer seein' me." A voice said.

A ghost suddenly appeared before her dressed in a beige 1940's trench and fedora with frizzy wiry red hair. In his coat pocket was a copperplated pocket watch from the 1920's. Waving at her only made Rita's eyes shrink to mere pinpricks. "Gulp... " Was all the mother of eleven kids could say with her eyes wide open in fear.

The ghost seemed shocked Rita was even of terrified of him. As strange as that is to believe. "What? What're ya lookin' at me like that for? Is my zipper down or something?" The ghost said checking his pants.

"A g-g-ghost... A ghost is haunting me. Oh no... " A frazzled Rita Loud muttered utterly beat.

Seeing how spooked the woman was the ghost tried to calm her nerves. In fact, he wasn't there to cause any trouble. "Hey, hey, hey, I ain't into all the lame haunting and terrorizing stuff. I'm more into floating around and giving a few pointers now and then. I am Dictionopotron Booker. At your service."

Blinking Rita's thoughts recalled the name. It was famous, especially to aspiring writers like her. Granted it wasn't his real one but his penname. "Wait the famous... crime thriller & murder mystery writer? But you've been dead since 1958."

"Guilty. But really, if I must, I must, all things considered I'd rather be the lead singer of Boyz Will Be Boyz." The late writer confessed.

Letting out a huge sigh of frustration Rita at least knew she wasn't being haunted, but she wasn't any closer to writing her article. Or finishing it. Writer's block had hit her harder than a semi-truck. "Great. Now let me catch a few z's. Giving my brain a little recharge might give me some inspiration."

Seeing the working mom's slumping body showed she was tired and with no clue how to even finish her article. But then Booker had a suggestion. "Nasty case of writer's block huh? Why not let me help? I WAS a great writer after all."

"Uh hate to break it to you but tastes in literature have changed a lot over the years. The retro look doesn't really work anymore." Rita said gesturing to his old school wardrobe.

The look wasn't fashionable anymore but it annoyed Booker. In fact, he defended it. "Hey! The 1940's trench coat look is a fashion statement. It's timeless. I got an image to protect woman!"

Grumbling a few unmentionables Rita Loud slumped even further down in her chair. The look on her face told Booker all he needed to know. "Look I'm sorry about the trench coat joke what's really bothering you? Looks like ya need a friendly ear to talk to. It might actually help."

After some initial hesitation Rita opened up on what was really bothering her about this assignment. "Ergh...! Fine it's the assignment my boss gave me. She wants me to write an in-depth look at The Ghostbusters. They're a local youthful spook catching team. It's especially a problem since my only son created them. My boss is betting big money readers would love hearing their biggest, darkest, and scariest secrets. But really, I just want to write an article that's exciting and gets the facts straight."

Scratching his ghostly head Booker mentally winced at the idea of people catching ghosts, which he kept quiet about around the mother writer. He offered some sage-like advice for Rita. "Well... Just write what inspired yer kid to start them up. Maybe talk about what each of them does for team I dunno. What do they do when they're not catching phantom ghouls?"

Blinking Rita for a second thought it was too cliche but realized it wasn't that bad of advice. "That's... actually good advice Booker. Lincoln said after a freak lightning bolt he and his friends saw a spooky orb zoom towards the library. They saw the ghost of a model who used to work there. My daughter Lisa made some tech when the spa called... their first major job. And they've been racing in and out their bunker of a base ever since."

"Try making something exciting outta that then. People love adventure." The ghostly writer pointed out. "And intrigue."

Suddenly the door was kicked open by a very angry looking Lincoln & his fellow Ghostbusters. "Ooh ghost you just picked on the wrong guy's mom. Get ready." He said locking and loading his proton gun's trigger lock and taking aim at Booker.

Panicking Rita yelled begging her son not to shoot. "LINCOLN STOP! DON'T BLAST HIM!"

She even tried restraining him which only made him madder. "Mom, have you lost it!? That thing's been haunting you! I'm taking him out and not on a date either!" He yelled as she tried to keep hold of him.

With their leader indisposed Booker himself tried to diffuse the already red-hot situation. "Hey! Wait easy kiddos!" That only had him get blasted by Stella & Zach. "EASY!"

Covering the door Clyde gave the order. "Block the exits!" He said covering the door while firing.

That blast was barely dodged by the gaseous entity, so Liam suggested another way to cut off escape routes. "Hit 'im with the Slime Tethers! Hold 'im down!"

With Liam's order the team sent dozens of Slime Tethers entangling Booker, ensnaring him down to the floor. That should hold him long as Rusty rolled out the trap and pressed the button, sucking Booker inside it. And of course, he had to make a wisecrack about it. "And that is ghost catching in a nutshell ladies and gentlemen. Please take all the notes you want."

Gasping Mrs. Loud was red in the face, spat at them furious at what they just did. "Lincoln!? KIDS! What did you just do!?"

"Uh Mrs. Loud we caught a ghost that was haunting you." Gulping Stella nervously confessed.

Fuming Mrs. Loud gestured for them to release the ghost that instant, and she made it clear it wasn't up for negotiation. "Lincoln honey... Let him out. Now... "

Gulping Lincoln knew better than to get his mother angry, granted Mrs. Loud wasn't an angry person but when she lost her temper, you'd better run for the hills than face her wrath (Lola somewhat inherited that from her). He released Booker from the trap looking rather worse for the wear. Naturally he was a little rattled from his brief experience of captivity. "Argh! Ow! Hey kids, give this old man a break, will ya? I think I pulled something getting out of there!"

"Mrs. Loud just what is going on here?" Clyde asked, a serious look on his face.

Sighing Mrs. Loud had lots of explaining to do. "Remember I had that article about you? Well, I came back here to start writing it... But writer's block got me. Then Dictionopotron Booker showed up. Yes, he's THAT Dictionopotron Booker the famous writer. Gave me the pep talk I needed. He wasn't causing any trouble I swear on Great-Grandma Harriet's grave he wasn't."

At this point the young spook catchers realized they'd messed up. Big time. Lincoln took it upon himself to apologize for jumping to the wrong conclusion about Booker. "Dang it. We screwed up I really thought you were in trouble mom... I'm sorry."

"Actually, I think I've got all the ambition I need for my article. Booker ya might want to lay low for a while because of my boss Jesse." The family matriarch confessed.

"Roger that one boss mama. I'm outta here." Booker said fazing into the floorboards.

"So, mom what do we do now?" Lincoln asked nervously scratching the back of his head.

"Head back to HQ what else? And stay tuned for the news report about my expose tomorrow night." She explained gesturing them all to pack up and leave.

That only had the team let loose a string of moans and groans of complaints, which only made Rita Loud facepalm in shame. There'd be days like this. It was just how life was at times. She knew that to be true. Being a parent wasn't sometimes.

-the next evening

The next evening at HQ the group was eagerly awaiting the report about them by Lincoln's own mother. He wasn't looking so happy about it, probably because he got the worst of her scolding after catching Booker, by mistake mind you. He must've apologized 20 times or so and she was still miffed at him. But on his friend's minds was something else. Clyde wondered what kind of article his best pal's mom would be writing. "I wonder kind of story it'll be?"

"Dunno but I hope it's good. Good publicity is always nice for business y'know." Zach pointed out as Handy handed him another soda. "Thanks, Handy."

The ghostly hand gave him a thumbs up as Stella also pondered what kind of expose Mrs. Loud would deliver on the news. "Yeah, what kind of story can she tell? She basically interviewed and reported on all kinds of things we had. Our tech. Experiments. Even the Containment Unit."

"Mom famous on TV." Munchie babbled stuffing it's face with popcorn.

"A goody I hope." Liam agreed. "Oh, guys quiet it's startin'."

At that moment the news shifted its focus to Jesse Hiller with Rita Loud seated beside her. "And now for our feature story. The hidden history of the Ghostbusters, it's a very fascinating tale of spooky inspiration of what most of us may not know about our local heroes. Breaking news in particular I have to ask how your son come up with this kind of business? Catching ghosts and storing them? Sounds crazy."

Rubbing her chin Mrs. Loud explained every detail that started this roller-coaster of a story. "Well to put it simply Jesse my boy and his friends were bored during summer vacation. Some freak lightning bolt sent a ghost into the town. They got the pants scared off them by the Ghost of Ruth Olivette. Set up base in a bunker; one of my daughter's made and the pretty soon they were racing in and out chasing every major source of spooks popping up over town."

"Ooh sounds chilling. What else? What do they do with the ghosts when they catch them? When they're not on the job what do they do? Big questions that our viewers need answered." Jesse said excited so far by the story, and hoped the viewers would be too.

"Well to explain your other questions. Let me show you this footage I recorded." Rita said plugging in a flash drive.

It showed footage of various slime experiments by Lisa with Munchie & Handy assisting her. Other snippets of footage showed the massive bulk of the Containment Unit. "When they're not on a job they're developing new tech for busting whatever new specter rises from the grave. That's what all the goop is for and how Handy & Munchie really help the study of the supernatural. Once they catch them, they're put inside the Containment Unit. Where they'll never bother anybody ever again."

"Oh... Very spooky Rita. But I have a feeling you're holding something back from us. Fess up." Jesse said even more intrigued by her story.

But the next point was what really soured Lincoln's few good nerves he had left that day. A very embarrassing memory when he was 11. "In fact, it wasn't the first-time Lincoln inspired some of my work. A few years ago, when my husband had "Take Our Daughters To Work Day" Lincoln felt left out so tagged along with me at Dr. Feinstein's. He lost my original novel and went all over town getting it back. The series of misadventures he went through inspired me to overhaul it completely. So, I'd just like to take a minute and really thank my dear little boy." She continued as focus shifted back to the group.

While the book sold well Lincoln hated the idea all those mishaps were the inspiration for it. In shame he hung his head, defeated. "Argh... Mom. Why're you embarrassing me? On live TV? Ahahoh... " He groaned beat red in shame.

Heck even the others were upstaged by Handy and Munchie, something Rusty was NOT happy about one bit. There wasn't a shred of him in the footage, like he'd been edited out. "Seriously Munchie? You stole my thunder. I never liked you." Rusty griped glaring at the gluttonous ghoul.

"I guess show biz really is a killer." Zach mused now drowning his sorrow with soda. "Handy get me another soda. I'll probably gonna go through a few of 'em tonight."

Taking after Zach Liam did the same. "Gimme two of 'em. Gon' drown my sorrows too." Liam agreed.

Thus, the spooky hand went about getting them their desired beverages. "Wish there was a way I'd never heard that report." Stella groaned. "Hey Lincoln, was that story about her book really true? I mean all the stuff you went through trying to get it back. Was that really her inspiration?"

"Yup. It's true. All of it. Alright I'm going to bed and forget about this. Parents... I can't live with 'em and can't live without 'em." He muttered headed to the sleeping bunks.

For now, their misadventure was over, but Handy was going over Lisa's planning board. It was going over a few equations whose answers led to four numbers. Somehow instinctively Handy arranged them as "1-9-8-4" or 1984. How it knew this arrangement puzzled even Lisa's brilliance. "So, these numbers Handy, somehow it was instinctive for you? You have no idea how or why you arranged them like this?"

The hand simply shrugged, well as best it could with no arms and body to do it. But truth be told Lisa would be bound determined to unlock the number's secret. It must mean something. But what? The answered lay somewhere in the vastness of time & space.

-to be continued

This chapter also took a long time to write (a few weeks) ... but I hope you readers like it, so read & review. Again, this chapter's plot was suggested by reviewer DragonEmperor999 so if you like it go and give them a thumbs up too. This chapter was somewhat hard to write as I only had a few vague guidelines on how go about it. But I hope the finished chapter was decent. Now after so many family member's Lincoln's helped out, I've prepared something juicy next time. Get ready for huge blast from the past coming to aid our young six heroes! Still, I hope Holly is likable for an OC. Plenty of them fail or stumble on aspects. Her spooking Lucy & Haiku was joke I couldn't resist trying out. Still brainstorming who Stella can hook up with. My guess? YOU the reviewers can help.

Ok references, I'll give shoutouts to all readers, whoever can correctly guess the references the characters make. Be it anime, manga, comics, books, live-action, animation, or games it doesn't matter. See if you can guess any. Something that just occurred to me as I've been writing this story: its tone. Ok tell me readers is the tone closer to Extreme Ghostbusters or the 1984 film. Or a perfect middle ground between the two? Just figured I'd ask this question. Let me know in reviews or via messages.

I hope you'll enjoy this story so please review it. Please read and review this and my other stories which range from: Yokohama Night Monsters, Power Rangers Dimension Legends, Loud House: Rise of Akira, ELG The Series, EL Digital Saviors, Cybertronian Invasion, Loud House Build Fighters, and Maverick Hunter KLN to satisfy your craving for bizarre crossovers. This is the bit where I mention saying good night, folks and take care this has been writer TURP signing off for the night. I hope you enjoy this new crazy story.

PS: Hope you're having a great New Years and enjoyed your Superbowl parties. Seemed to be a very good game from what I've heard.