The fic starts outside of the Loud House, Lola is showing her posture to Charlie who was wearing a headband that says "GO LOLA!" on it while holding a megaphone telling her what to do.
"Alright, everyone, look out!" Charlie boomed through the megaphone, his voice cutting through the noise. "Lola, time to strut your stuff! Turn to me!" Lola spun around, her usual sassy flair on full display.
"...and wave! Come on, give it some flair!" Lola shot her arm up, giving a dramatic wave that could rival a royal. "Now, more teeth! Show me that dazzling smile!" With a cheeky grin, she flashed an exaggerated grin that could light up the whole block.
"Whoa, back it up a bit! Less teeth, but keep it cute!" Lola toned it down, flashing a bright, pearly smile that was still packed with personality. "That's it! You're nailing it! Keep it going!" With a little spin and a hair flip, Lola strutted off, leaving Charlie pumped and ready for the next scene.
You might be wondering why Charlie is helping Lola practice for a beauty contest. Well, tomorrow is the Little Miss Prim and Perfect Pageant, and the winner gets the greatest prize ever: two season passes to Dairyland A-Moo-sement Park! That's one for Lola and one for Charlie. Charlie been working his butt off all week to make sure she wins.
A montage rolls, and it's time for Charlie to whip Lola into shape. First, he slaps on some blush like a pro!
"AHCHOO!" Lola sneezes, and boom—glitter explodes everywhere! Charlie's now a walking craft store.
Next, she pops out her two front teeth retainer and plops it down for Charlie to brush.
"Eww, gross!" he exclaims, his face twisted up.
Without skipping a beat, he dives in and starts scrubbing. Then, it's a whirlwind of chaos as he irons her dress with his left hand, brushes her hair with his right, and nails her mani with his right foot—all while she lounges on her bed in a fluffy robe, cucumbers over her eyes, and those fluffy bunny slippers.
End montage!
Finally, he uses a lint roller as Lola strikes a pose.
It's been a wild ride getting here, but once they hit Dairyland, it'll all be totally worth it!
"Lana, go long!" Larry called out, winding up like a pro as he launched the tennis ball into the sky. Lana leaped up, jaws wide, and snagged it right out of the air like a champ! She spat it out and hurled it back to Larry throws it back to Larry, who was already hanging out by Lola and Charlie.
Larry went full-on superhero mode and zoomed after it, soaring into the air and catching it in his mouth—whoosh! He landed right in a puddle, splattering mud everywhere! Charlie barely had time to scoop Lola up to keep her clean, but whoops—mud exploded all over him!
Charlie looked down, completely caked in muck. "Larry! Lana! Seriously, do you have any idea how hard it is to steam clean chiffon?!" He shot a glare at his twin, his voice dripping with frustration.
Larry casually spat out the tennis ball and tossed it back and forth in his hands, "Whoops, my bad!" he said with a cheeky grin.
"Blah blah blah blah blah-ow!" Lana exclaimed as the ball smacked her right in the face.
Larry laughed out loud, "Well, you gotta keep your eye on the ball, Mudzilla!" But then, Lana picked up the ball and tossed it right at him, making him glare playfully.
With a nervous grin, Lana dashed into the house, and Larry chased after her, both of them bursting with laughter.
Charlie wiped off the mud and grabbed a book, flipping it open. "Alright, Lola, time for your walk! Remember what Gil DeLily says in his super famous book, 'Unlocking Your Inner Pageant Queen': 'To win the day, you gotta sashay!'"
Lola huffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Please, Charlie! I've got this walking thing down to a science!"
As she strutted her stuff, Charlie's eyes darted to a loose bottle of hairspray on the ground. Lola stepped right on it and—boom!—the world went into slow motion.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Charlie yelled, rushing forward, but it was too late.
Now, Lola was laid up in bed, all banged up.
"Okay, minor setback! We can totally still win this!" Charlie exclaimed, trying to sound upbeat like it was just another day in Royal Woods.
"Wake up and smell the hairspray, Charlie! It's over!" Lola shouted, rolling her eyes as she flipped her hair dramatically.
Lola huffed, looking away, "There will be other pageants, you know. This one just wasn't meant to be!"
"But not with those Dairyland tickets!" Charlie said, his voice heavy with disappointment like a balloon losing its air.
"Ugh, Charlie! I need my beauty rest," Lola declared, putting on her fanciest sleep mask. "As your pal Gil DeLily would say, I can't recover if you're going to hover. So back off!" Lola said before putting on a sleep mask on face. She settled into her pillows, ready to catch some Z's.
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Charlie is scooping up all the pageant supplies with a dramatic sigh, "Ugh, I can't believe I went through all that trouble to learn how to French braid for nothing! Seriously, what a waste!"
Lana picks up the practice tiara and grins, "Hey, Chip! You done with this thing? I could totally use the scrap metal for my next welding project!"
Charlie glances at Lana, his eyes lighting up like a lightbulb. He slaps the tiara on her head, pulling off a goofy look. Suddenly, a heavenly image pops into his head—four cartoon characters dressed as angels, playing their trumpets while a choir sings.
"HALLELUJAH!" the choir belts out, and Charlie can't help but smile like he's dreaming.
Lana puts her hands on her hips and rolls her eyes, "Uh…what's with the puppy dog gaze, dude?"
Charlie clasps his hands together, excitement bubbling over, "Lana, how about I hook you up with a season pass to Dairyland, huh?"
The same flashy backdrop pops up again, and Lana is practically bouncing with excitement.
"HALLELUJAH!" The choir sings in perfect harmony.
"Hey, don't mess with me, Charlie!" Lana yells, giving him a playful shove as she tries to resist the urge to give in.
"I'm not! All you gotta do is one teensy, tiny thing," Charlie insists, shaking his head and pinching his fingers together to emphasize just how small it is.
Lana, feeling the pressure, grabs Charlie's suit collar. "What is it? I'll do anything!"
Charlie rubs the back of his neck, "You just need to step in for Lola at the Little Miss Prim and Perfect Pageant and win it!"
Lana's face goes pale, and she pushes Charlie back as if he's just said the craziest thing. "Are you kidding me?! Bleh! Do you even know who you're talking to?" She adjusts her hat, determined to make her point.
Charlie's expression turns serious, "Someone who's about to love Dairyland's new thrill ride…" He whips out a flashy pamphlet for, "...the Milk Shaker. It's so wild, you might just barf, do a loop-de-loop, and get smacked in the face with your own barf!"
Lana clenches her fist, her frustration boiling over. "Darn you, Charlie! I'm in!" But then it hits her, and she pokes Charlie in the chest with a serious face. "But wait! What if Lola finds out? You know she's not one to mess with!"
A shadowy image of Lola with fiery eyes looms in the background, total nightmare vibes, as an eerie choir starts up. Lana shudders, fear creeping in.
Charlie gives her a playful nudge and grins, "Hey, trust me! She'll be totally chill. I promise she won't do anything crazy. Just relax!"
They totally shake on it, but Lana ends up getting mud all over Charlie's hand.
Charlie makes a face, "Ew, gross! First off, we need to clean you up, like, right now! Seriously, you've got dirt on your face, and that's a one-way ticket to last place!"
Charlie barges into Lana and Lola's room, bouncing on the bed like it's a trampoline. He playfully taps on Lola's sleeping mask, then yanks it to snap back over her eyes. She growls annoyedly and blinks her eyes open, looking up at him with a mix of confusion and surprise.
"Yo, Lola!" Charlie grins, "How about we let Larry be your butler for a whole day? Pretty awesome, right?"
"Whoa!" Lola's eyes light up, excitement bubbling over like soda. But then, her skeptical side kicks in. "Wait a sec! Why on Earth would he want to do that? That's kinda... weird!"
Charlie just chuckles, knowing he's got her thinking.
"I'm switching you out for Lana so we can snag those Dairy Land tickets! And to keep you from getting mad at her, I'm totally owing Larry a favor to make it work," Charlie said, giving his girlfriend a playful poke on the nose.
Lola raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed at first, but then broke into a grin. "Oh, that's clever, Charlie! You know what? Since you and Lana are so determined to win, I'll let this slide."
Charlie's eyes lit up, sparkling like a kid in a candy store. "Really?! Awesome!"
Lola nodded, "Really, but you better not ruin me. I have worked four years to build my pageant reputation! AND IF YOU JUST RUINED IT! YOU BOTH WILL PAY!"
Charlie gives an annoyed looked, crosses his arms and stares at Lola, "You about done yet?"
Lola tough attitude breaks with that, she pouts, "You're never afraid of me.."
Charlie shrugs, "Meh, I guess we're so close I have anti Lola powers." He chuckles, "You're getting mad, just makes me wanna squish your face."
Lola rolls her eyes and blushes, "Ugh, fine! Just tell Larry to swing by in an hour—I'm losing my beauty sleep here! Goodnight, you dork!" With that, she curls up under her covers.
Charlie grins and plants a quick kiss on her cheek before bouncing off the bed. He grabs one of her cute dresses and chuckles, "Thanks, princess! You know I love you!"
Charlie bounces out of the room, and Lola's cheeks flush bright pink like her cozy blanket. She curls up under it, clutching her super cute plush doll of Charlie. I mean, seriously, that little guy is like her ultimate cuddle buddy! It's all just too adorable, and you can practically see the daydreams dancing in her head! It's her perfect way to feel all cozy and loved. Seriously, it's was like having her very own mini prince charming right here with her.
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Charlie was helping Lana clean up, and it was chaos.
Lana was wrestling with a dress, "What is this weird sparkly towel?"
Charlie rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed, "It's not a towel, you goof! It's called a dress! Now, hold still while I work my magic, would ya?" He grabbed a can of hairspray and started combing her hair like it was a science project.
"Ugh! This stuff smells like princess farts!" Lana grumbled, scrunching her nose.
Charlie shot her a look, "Well, maybe if you didn't mess up your hair in the first place, I wouldn't have to spray you down with 'princess farts'!"
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Later in Lana and Lola's room...
Larry stomped in, rocking a slick suit that his twin Charlie totally loaned him. "Hey, Lola! Your butler has arrived!" He rolled his eyes, adding with a huff, "Charlie better make it up to me for this one!"
Lola waves her hand dramatically. "Greetings, Larry! Just in time for my fabulous tea party! You're gonna love it!"
"Yeah, I can't wait," Larry replies, secretly plotting ways to get back at his brother.
Cut to the tea party.
Lola holds out her teacup expectantly. "Top me off, Lawrence!"
Larry tilts the teapot over and grumbles, "I don't hear any tea!"
With a sigh, he tips the teapot again, making a whooshing sound as if the tea is pouring out.
Lola giggles, enjoying the show as the tea party continues.
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Later in Larry and Charlie's room...
Charlie plops down on his bed, clapping his hands together with excitement. "Alright! Time to tackle the Three W's that Gil DeLily always talks about: Walk, Wave, and Work it!"
Lana struts across the room with a big grin, giving a cheerful wave.
"Nice! We're walking, we're waving... but where's the working it part?" Charlie calls out, looking expectantly.
Lana strikes a pose, trying to look all glamorous, but then—oops! A bunch of tools clatter to the floor right out of her dress.
"Tools? Seriously?" Charlie jumps off his bed, eyes wide in disbelief. "In your dress? What are you, a magician? That's my thing!"
Lana gives a dramatic pout. "Hey, handyman's code, Chip! Always be prepared for anything!"
Charlie waves his arms in exasperation. "You're not a handyman, you're a pageant queen! Let's keep it classy!"
Just then, a snow shovel tumbles out of her dress. Charlie watches with a disapproving look.
Lana shrugs, "What? It's supposed to snow tonight! Gotta be ready!"
Charlie facepalms, clearly overwhelmed. They're supposed to be practicing the Q portion of the pageant now.
"Alright, Lola, what can a six-year-old do to make the world a better place?" Charlie asks, holding a hairbrush like a microphone, ready for an epic performance.
"Um..." Lana gets lost in thought, then starts scratching her butt.
"Lana! You can't scratch your butt while thinking!" Charlie exclaims, starting to lose his patience.
"What?! It totally helps me think better!" Lana shoots back, hands on her hips.
"No way! Knock it off! Everyone knows that those who scratch lose the match!" Charlie retorts, standing firm on the rules.
Lana rolls her eyes, but the drama is only just beginning!
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Later, Larry puts on a chauffeur's cap and zooms around in Lola's princess jeep with her in the passenger seat.
"Thanks for driving me around town, Lawrence! It's super tough to steer with a broken arm!" Lola chirped, wiggling her good hand like a diva.
"No prob! I'd want help too if I was hurt." Larry said, keeping his focus on the sidewalk like a pro.
Lola raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Hey, Lawrence! How are you so good at driving? Do you have a jeep or something?"
Larry kept his eyes on the road, "Nope, but I totally want one! I'm actually thinking of building a go-kart since my big bro Tommy took me and Frankie to try out Sim-Racing. It's awesome! Sim-racing is like those racing games, but it feels super real!"
Lola's eyes widened in amazement, "Whoa, how do you even get to do that?!"
Larry stole a quick glance at her, "Tommy took us to this place because he's in NASCAR training camp."
"Do you think he could get me and Lana a chance to try out the Sim-Racing thingy too?" Lola asked, her excitement bubbling over.
Larry nodded enthusiastically, "Sure! I'll totally ask Tommy when I get home."
Just then, a kid and his friend were chatting when Scoots zoomed past them.
"So I told her, forget it!" The friend said.
Scoots whipped right by them and barreled toward Larry and Lola.
"Outta my way, fancy wheels! Mama's late for a colonoscopy!" Scoots yelled, zooming on by like she owned the sidewalk!
Lola felt her heart race, just like her favorite pageant win. "Larry, can we please not drive like we're in a race?!" she squeaked while adjusting her perfectly styled hair.
Larry glares ahead, "Time to step on it! We have errands to run!" His foot slamming down on the gas pedal.
Scoots swerves past them and right into a fire hydrant, damaging her scooter.
Scoots let out a dramatic groan and shook his fist in frustration, "I'll get you for that cowboy!" The hydrant springs a leak and blasts Scoot sending her flying!
Larry and Lola burst into giggles at the old lady's hilarious misfortune.
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-The talent portion-
"Alright, time for the talent show, what's your act gonna be?" Charlie asked, arms crossed behind his back like he was judging a science fair.
Lana raised an eyebrow and, without missing a beat, played a catchy little tune with her armpit. Totally gross, but kinda impressive.
Charlie stroked his chin dramatically, "Cool, but I think I'm gonna pass on that one." He fished something out of his top hat and waved it around. "How about a classy ribbon dance? It's all about elegance and poise."
Lana rolled her eyes, "Yeah, right! Excuse me while I go hurl."
Charlie dropped the ribbon in frustration, "Come on, Lana! I'm busting my tail here trying to turn you into a pageant queen, and all I get is attitude! And those Dairyland tickets aren't gonna win themselves!"
Lana glanced away, "Fine, fine! You've got a point!"
Charlie flipped open Gil's book, "As Gil says, 'She who gives 'tude—'"
But before he could finish, Lana swatted the book out of his hands, "I ALREADY AGREED!"
A training montage kicks off with a bang! Charlie's doing a flawless ribbon dance, but Lana? She's all tangled up in her ribbon like a pretzel! He steps in to show her how to curtsy, but whoa—she lifts that dress way too high! Then there's the elegant walk. At first, she's just a wobbling mess, but she pulls it together and totally nails it with a little trip and recovery drama.
Before you know it, Lana's acing her curtsies, mastering the three W's, and rocking the ribbon dance like a pro! Charlie can't believe it—he's just a puddle of pride, and all of Lola's toy pals are tossing out perfect scores like confetti.
Charlie pumps his fist in the air, "Whoo-hoo! Lana, you did it! You're like, super prim and perfect now!"
Lana strikes a pose in front of the mirror, grinning, "I never thought I'd say this, but wow, this feels awesome! I don't even mind the sparkly towel anymore!"
And then they both yell with all their might, "DAIRYLAND, HERE WE COME!"
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-Later, at Royal Woods Mall-
Lola strutted past a sparkling pink crystal teapot, her eyes lighting up. "O-M-G, I want it, I want it, I want it!" she squealed, bouncing on her heels.
Just then, Larry strolled up, juggling Lola's shopping bags like a pro. "Hey, want to grab the teapot while I return this dress to Reininger's for you?" he offered with a grin.
Lola's eyes darted between the teapot and Larry, her excitement bubbling over. "Hmm, it's a tough choice, but okay! I'll stay right here, just staring at my future fabulousness," she declared, giggling as she handed over the dress. "Make it quick, Larry! I have a HOT date with that crystal beauty!"
Larry set off to Reininger's, pushing through the vibrant mall crowd.
Suddenly, an employee appeared, holding out food samples. "Care to try a bacon-wrapped, fried, mini corn dog sample?"
Larry sniffed the air hungrily. "Yes, please! But I don't have a free hand right now!" he laughed, continuing on his mission. After returning the dress, he popped back into the scene, grinning widely. "I'm back! Now toss 'em in my mouth!"
Without missing a beat, the employee flung all the samples into Larry's mouth, and he was in taste bud heaven.
Back at their meeting point, Lola clapped her hands as Larry returned. "Awesome! Just in time!" She added the teapot to her growing pile of goodies before grabbing Larry by the arm. "Now, let's go explore the rest of the mall! I need to find more fabulous stuff!"
With a grin, they set off to continue their day of shopping adventures together.
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The next day at the pageant, Lana and Charlie stroll in, and Lana's looking a bit nervous.
"Whoa, look at those girls! They're all shiny and sparkly! I feel like a mud monster next to them," Lana huffed, crossing her arms.
"Come on, Lana! You're just as amazing as they are!" Charlie said with a wink. "Trust me, you've got this!"
Just then, a cameraman strolls by, and Charlie raises an eyebrow.
"I didn't know this was gonna be on TV! Bet Lola's glued to the Princess Channel right now, probably drowning in cookies and milk!" Charlie grinned.
Meanwhile, back at the Loud House, Charlie totally nailed it. Lynn Sr. had just caved and ordered the Princess Channel for Lola, who was lounging on the couch, happily munching away, soaking in all the pageant glam. Classic Lola!
"Thanks for getting me the Princess Channel, Daddy!" Lola squealed with excitement, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.
"Anytime, sweetie! It was either that or the Sports Channel, and honestly, who needs that?" Lynn Sr. chuckled, giving her a wink before he walked off, wiping a tear.
Just then, Larry plopped down next to her. "Did I miss anything?"
Lola shook her head, her gaze glued to the television. "Nope, the pageant just starting! Wanna cookie?" she asked, holding out a plate stacked high with cookies, like she was offering the best prize ever.
"Sure, thanks!" Larry said, grabbing one and diving into it like it was a touchdown. "These are amazing, Lols!"
As the pageant kicked off, Lola couldn't help but bounce a little in excitement, ready to cheer for her twin. This was going to be epic!
"Welcome to the Little Miss Prim and Perfect Pageant! I'm your host, Donnie Dufresne. Let's meet America's junior sweethearts. Hailing from Royal Woods, Miss Lola Loud!" Dufresne shouted and jested to Lana.
Lana shyly waves and gives a nervous smile, her cheeks a little pink. Just then, Lola chomps down on her milk and gasps like she just watched the craziest plot twist!
"OMG, it's like I'm looking at my own reflection! What is happening?!" Lola squeals, her hands flying to her face.
"I'd like to thank my coach and bestie, Charlie!" Lana exclaims, pointing to Charlie with a big grin.
Charlie gives a little wave and a smile back at her.
Larry leaned back in his chair, whistling as he watched his girlfriend on TV. "Wow, Lana really cleaned up nice! I really hope she takes home the win!" He grinned, excitement bubbling over as he cheered her on.
Lola nods vigorously, her hair bouncing. "Totally! She just needs to remember she's a fabulous pageant queen! I have like, 100% faith in her!"
"And I just wanna say it's totally awesome to be here!" Lana exclaimed, hitting a loud belch right after. "Oops, my bad, Donnie! Sorry you were downwind of that!" She nudged Dufresne's arm with a smirk.
Lola rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "Well, I guess that drops it to 95% faith in her."
Larry giggled, "Just wait! By the end of this, you'll be sitting at like 30%!"
Lola couldn't help but let a small smile slip through. "Ugh, you're lucky I find you funny sometimes!"
Lana wrapped up her intro and sprinted backstage, excitement bubbling inside her.
Charlie's eyes widened, and his jaw practically bounced off the floor. "Lana, seriously? What were you thinking? Remember what Gil always says: 'If you belch on stage, the judges will rage!'"
Lana raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto her face. "Wait, Gil actually has a rhyme for that?"
Charlie nodded vigorously, looking like he was about to lose it. "Yeah! That's why he's the ultimate pageant guru! Listen, the evening gown competition is next, and if we wanna snag those tickets, we can't have any more mishaps!"
Lana gave a determined nod. As she strutted out for the evening gown segment, she hit a loose floorboard and did a double take. "Whoa, whoa! Hang on, everybody! This floor is a disaster! Loose floorboard alert!" With a quick flick of her wrist, she whipped out her trusty hammer and nailed it back down, grinning. "There! All fixed! Carry on!"
The audience cheered, but Lana's rivals were snickering, clearly not impressed by her handyman skills. Charlie was facepalming so hard it was a miracle his hand didn't get stuck to his forehead.
"Lana! What in the world was that? We talked about leaving the tools backstage!" Charlie exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.
Lana retorted, pulling away from him with a stubborn glint in her eye, "I can't help it! Fixing stuff is my thing!"
Charlie shot her a serious look. "You're supposed to be the picture of grace and perfection! Do you want to end up in Dairyland getting smacked in the face by your own barf, or- NOT?!" He flailed his arms dramatically before grabbing her shoulders to calm down. "Look, I know you've got this. The interview is up next. Go out there and crush it!" He flashed her a reassuring smile.
Lana grinned back, brandishing her hammer in a mock salute.
Charlie took way Lana's hammer, "Not with this."
Lola crossed her arms, pouting slightly. "Ugh, I can't even believe Lana managed to sneak that hammer in. Like, how did she even do that?"
Larry just shrugged, a goofy grin on his face. "Maybe she has secret pockets or something?"
Lola rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smirk back at him. "Classic Lana... always full of surprises."
They both turned their attention back to the pageant, giggling at the chaos unfolding on stage.
At the interview scene, Dufresne and two other judges are sitting at a fancy desk with microphones, while a few people sit in the audience, looking kinda bored.
"Lola, what can six-year-olds do to eliminate the national debt?" Dufresne asked with his serious face.
"Um..." Lana said, ready to scratch her butt like she always does when she's thinking.
Charlie, peeking through the curtain, starts freaking out, "No, no, no! Don't do that, please!"
But luckily, Lana pulls it together, "Plenty, Donnie! Just 'cause we're six doesn't mean we can't help out!"
The audience claps, and then, out of nowhere, Hops jumps out of Lana's dress.
"OH! HOPS!" Lana screamed, diving after him like it was a race.
The frog goes bouncing right onto the judge's desk, and Lana goes after him like a missile, causing a total mess! Charlie's smile disappears, and he ducks behind the curtain, probably wishing he was anywhere else!
Lola crossed her arms and glared, "I'm thinking of having frog legs for dinner tonight."
Larry perked up, grinning, "Ooh, can I have some?"
Lola raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips, "You do realize I'm talking about eating Hops, right?"
Larry's face fell, frowning, "Ugh, I know! I can't stand him. The last time I was with Lana, we got into a fight, and that little fly-eater had the audacity to jump on her head and look at me like I was the bad guy!"
Lola tilted her head, curiosity piqued, "Oh really? What did you do?"
Larry chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye, "I totally smacked him off her head! Then I hugged Lana and said some sweet stuff to her. It was epic!" He burst out laughing.
Lola couldn't help but join in, the laughter ringing through the room. "That's classic, Larry!"
-The Backstage area-
"Ugh, Lana, what's the deal?! We totally went through all the stuff in Gil's book, the DVD, and even the podcast!" Charlie exclaimed, holding Hops while trying to get through to her. He nudged her shoulder, trying to lighten the mood. "How are you still not getting it?"
Lana sighed, her frustration bubbling over. "I'm sorry, Charlie! No matter how hard I try, I just can't be all prim and perfect like those other girls. Maybe there's something wrong with me." She looked ready to cry, about to storm off. But then Charlie took a good look at himself and realized he needed to fix this.
"Lana!" he called out, rushing to catch up. He grabbed her shoulders gently, looking her in the eye. "Wait, hold up! There's nothing wrong with you. I messed up. I got so obsessed with winning those tickets that I turned into Gil DeLily, and come on, he's totally in need of a reality check."
"Yeah, but why can't I be like them?" Lana asked, motioning toward the perfect girls strutting around.
Charlie grinned, "Because you're you! You're messy, you're muddy, and you've got a whole bunch of reptiles chilling in your pants. That's what makes you awesome! I was totally out of line trying to change you." He took off his top hat and dropped to one knee, dramatically.
Lana hugged him tight, her mood shifting as she forgave him. "Aw, thanks, Charlie."
"And coming up next, we have the magnificent Miss Lola Loud and her fabulous ribbon dance!" Dufresne announced.
Lana pulled back, a spark in her eye. "Well, that's my cue. I'll give it my all!"
"Forget the ribbon dance! Why not just go out there and do your own thing?" Charlie suggested enthusiastically.
"Really? Okay, but I guess those Dairyland tickets are out the window," Lana replied, putting her hands on her hips with a teasing smirk.
Charlie shook his head fiercely. "Nah, I'm over the tickets. Just go be your amazing self!"
Lana peeled off her fancy outfit like it was nothing, transforming back into her awesome self, ready to own the stage.
Lola bounced in her seat, eyes sparkling. "OMG! What is Lana gonna do? I can't wait!"
Larry, practically vibrating with excitement, exclaimed, "I hope she plays that song with her armpit! That'd be hilarious!"
"Right?!" Lola giggled. "She's surprisingly good at that!"
When Lana took the stage with Hops, she shouted, "Yo, Hops! Hit me with a bassline!"
Hops croaked a funky tune and Lana launched into her jam, snapping her fingers, making fart noises, and—wait for it—scratching her butt!
Charlie was pumped, raising his fist. "Whoo-hoo! That's my girl!"
Lana wrapped up her act with a classic "shave and a haircut," and the audience went totally wild!
Lola and Larry's jaws dropped at the spectacle.
"Oh." Lola gasped.
"My." Larry echoed, eyes wide.
"God!" they both exclaimed in disbelief.
"And the winner is...Lola Loud!" Dufresne shouted with excitement.
"Whoo-hoo!" Larry cheered, and Lola felt a mix of shock and pride.
With a soft smile, Lola said, "Wow, I can't believe it! I wouldn't do that, but it totally suits Lana!"
Lana struts backstage, the victory tiara perched proudly on her head, and throws her arms around Charlie. "I did it, Chip! I totally crushed it!"
Charlie beams back at her, wrapping her in a tight hug. "You totally earned that tiara, champ!"
Just then, a judge waltzes in with a big grin, handing over the tickets. "And let's not forget about your Dairyland tickets, too!"
Charlie and Lana gasp, eyes wide as they take in their sweet prize—a dazzling glimpse of their next big adventure.
"HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH!" The Choir belts out like it's the grand finale of a concert.
Charlie and Lana jump up, practically bouncing off the walls. "WE'RE GOING TO DAIRYLAND!"
Moments later, they're on the Milk Shaker, ready to spin into the wildest ride of their lives!
Well, two very valuable lessons were learned. One: You should never try to turn someone into something they're not. And two: If you ever ride the Milk Shaker, keep your mouth closed.
The ride kicks off, and everyone on it turns green as a slime monster! Charlie totally loses it and ends up showering himself with his own barf. Gross!
Lana, with a huge grin, shouts, "Sick! This is the best ride ever!"
Charlie, still gagging, cries out, "I can't believe I had my mouth open!"
The End.