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TLH: Christmas Caper (Fanfiction)
Script [It starts in the Loud House with Christmas decorations as play Brain Setzer’s version of Jingle Bells. The camera zooms into Charles’ doghouse. Some text appears on screen saying “Christmas Eve 18:00 Hours” A periscope pops out of the doghouse. It shows Lynn Sr. and Rita taking the Christmas dinner out of the stove. Next it shows the Loud Siblings turning on Christmas lights on the tree. Next, it shows Gary lying down on the ground of his habitat, sad. After that, it shows the McBrides and the Casagrandes partying, and then returns to Gary who sighs sadly. Geo is operating the periscope, Charles is at the center, Cliff is wrapping some presents, and Walt is standing in front of a huge chunk of wood.] Geo: He looks so sad. Charles: Walt, I want that tree up to muster. Walt: You got it, Charles. [Walt uses his beak and carves a Christmas tree.] Charles: Check. Cliff, what’s the status on the approved musical selection? Cliff: Scheduled to begin... now. [The radio is turned on
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“...c'mon, where are they...?!” “I don't see what the big deal is.” Liana hummed, sat on her bed. “Are you kidding? At last, someone is taking us seriously, Li! We've been doing this radio show, investigating all the weird and spooky shit that goes in in Bigmouth Bay for months! Not only is someone out there, listening to us, he's a fucking agent of the FBI!” Rachel exclaimed, standing in the middle of her room, willing Liana to understand. “...and I'm not going to meet him without any pants on!” She waved her arms down at herself. She was currently wearing only a grey t-shirt with a faded band logo on it, that didn't fit as well as she remembered, underwear, and white socks. And the t-shirt that didn't do much of anything to cover her fucking horrific white cotton Fruit of the Loom panties covered in little yellow duck prints. It was last-panties-in-the-drawer-day. And mom was already tackling the entire house'-worth of laundry, downstairs. Liana looked casually up, over her
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Just... saw a lot of poems that, while get an A+ for creativity, lack any real effort on the part of the poet, and so I made this.
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Lol... I like it. You should read it at an open mic somewhere.