[The Action News Team enters the comic book store and begin setting up equipment to interview Kara]
Now, let's get you gussied up for the camera. [brushes her hair and finds a scar on the back of her neck] Whoa, cool scar!
Oh, thanks. Hockey puck. I was five, I think.
[amazed] Whoa! You play hockey?!
[Just then, Kara's brother, Josh, exits a back room door and sees what's going on]
JJosh
[snort-laughs] Whoa, you have friends?
[aggravated] Oh, get lost, Josh! [Josh then steals her strawberry gummies and runs off, laughing and blowing raspberries at her; angrily shaking her fist at him] AND STOP TAKING MY SNACKS!
Younger sibling? Yeah, I have plenty of those myself.
[places the David Steele Issue 13 comic book on the counter along with his friends] Hey, Kara. We don't care about Issue 13 anymore. We're just really sorry we hurt your feelings.
Yeah, and it's true that we tricked you. But after two minutes, we knew we wanted to be your friend.
[The boys nod in agreement with what she said]
CClyde
Can we have another chance? We all have so much in common. Please say yes!
[Kara looks at them as they look at her, and smiles, knowing that they're telling the truth and accepts their forgiveness; Next day at middle school…]
The Action News Team went behind the scenes with new girl, Kara, owner of the David Steele missing Issue 13… but turns out, that's not even close to the coolest thing about her. She's got a mean slap shot, and writes page-turning comics. And you definitely don't want to mess with her, because she's really good at booby traps.
JJosh
[stuck in a net trap] Mom! Kara netted me again!
In the highlight of getting to know Kara is she's now our friend!
[The Action News Team and Crikey have captured the fake Crikey and Liam takes off the mask, revealing to be…]
ANAction News Team
[shocked gasp] Mr. Budden?!
You're the one who trashed the school and framed Crikey?!
CClyde
Why would you do that?!
BMr. Budden
[un-zipping the kangaroo costume] It was the only way to get your beloved Crikey out of here! He's overshadowed my pep band from day one! We never perform in our own anymore! We're always backup for Crikey. I didn't go to an expensive music school to be less pop songs for a kangaroo! And his treatment around here is frankly ridiculous. Donuts every morning, a key to the teachers' lounge. Oh, give me a break!
[video-calling Principal Ramirez on his phone] Did you get all that, Principal Ramirez?
[in her bathrobe and her hair wrapped in a towel] Yes, I did. [firmly] Mr. Budden, you and I are gonna have a little talk tomorrow. [to Rusty; annoyed] And Mr. Spokes, I don't know how you had this number, but lose it. [hangs up]
BMr. Budden
[ashamed] Well, Trevor Bernard Budden, you've done it again. I guess I deserve whatever's coming to me. [walks over to Crikey] Crikey, I'm really sorry about everything.
CClyde
Lincoln? Why is there another Lincoln, Lincoln?
[sighs] It's a long story.
CClyde
Let me guess… You didn't want to clean, study, or watch Luan's comedy show, so you came up with an elaborate scheme that involved Lisa's holograms?
And this is why you're my best friend. [his phone buzzes, getting a text from his father] Uh-oh. My dad just asked if I want anything from the kitchen.
CClyde
Oh, that's nice. And honestly, I'm a little peckish myself.
No! This is bad! My dad's at the restaurant, which means a Holo-Lincoln must be there too! We have to get to Lynn's Table before he figures out what's going on!
[Super-hot day at the Loud House… Clyde, Liam, Rusty, Zach, Stella and Kara are all in the backyard of the Loud House, wearing their swim suits and sharing a pool while using fans to cool themselves from the heat]
Ooh-wee. It is hotter than a pig in a pepper patch.
[coming out the back door, carrying a bucket of ice] Okay, I got the ice! Get ready to chill. [accidentally trips on the fan's plug and falls on the ground, dropping the ice bucket on him as it melts]
CClyde
There's got to be a better way to stay cool.
[smiles] Actually… [realizes] Oh, no. Never mind.
[giving in] Okay, fine. Know how I'm neighbors with Principal Ramirez? [her friends all nod yes] Well, I'm housesitting for her this weekend while she's at some teacher's conference, and… she has a pool! [her friends all talk at once with excitement] Technically, she never said I could use it. I'm just supposed to water the plants and feed her birds and stuff… [shrugs] But I guess I could ask. [takes out her phone]
I don't see why she wouldn't let us.
Please, Stella, I feel like I'm melting! [groans while sinking slowly into the pool]
[types a text and sends it] There. Text sent. Now we wait.
Uh, guys? Can we wait at her house? I think Lily wants her pool back.
[Lily is revealed to be in a bucket of water and scowls angrily at them for using her kiddie pool; Later… the gang arrives at Principal Ramirez's house where her three parrots are sitting on a perch in the backyard until Stella appears with a box of bird food]
Hey, guys! Here you go. [pours the food into their bowl]
[Her friends dash over and gasp in amazement at the pool as it glimmers in the beautiful sunlight]
Ooh! This is exactly what we needed! [to Stella] Did she text back yet?
[checks her phone while Ramirez's parrots eat their food] Negative. We shouldn't go in until we hear back, so just hang out until then. [goes inside the house]
[takes out a spray can of sunscreen] Better reapply my sunscreen. Gotta protect my epiderm. Know what I mean? [sprays himself and Zach in his sunscreen, which covers Zach's glasses]
CClyde
[blowing his whistle] No running! [his friends all look at him, puzzled] Sorry. Reflexes. My dads made me get lifeguard training before I was allowed to bathe alone.
[The gang is then sitting beside the pool, all looking bored]
[throws a life ring in the pool; wearing an inflatable swan] Well, I've pre-floated all the floaties. Come on, Ramirez. Send that text!
[checks her phone] Sorry, guys. Still nothing.
[sitting on the slide; groans] It's so hot! [slides down it, stopping just before he enters the pool while groaning]
[sighs] What if she never texts back? Well, what if she lost her phone? Or her mind? You know how wild teacher conferences get.
You know what, I'm just gonna dip my toe in.
[As the gang happily enjoy themselves in Principal Ramirez's backyard pool…]
CClyde
[carrying a tray with three glasses of tropical smoothies he made] Who's ready for more of Chef Clyde's famous tropical smoothies? [gives one to Stella] Cheers to Stella, the pool party hostess with the mostest.
Rusty Spokes cannonball! [dives in; sighs] This is the life!
[takes out her phone as it beeps; excited] You guys! Principal Ramirez finally texted back!
It's about time. Make sure to thank her for us.
[checks her phone, stunningly shocked; nervously] Uh, guys? [Principal Ramirez's response is shown as emojis] She texted a thumbs-down emoji, an angry face emoji, and an explosion emoji. She super does not want us in the pool!
[looks back at her phone, getting another text] She sent another text. Car emoji, "Back in an hour," clock emoji. [gasps fearfully; frantically] EVERYBODY OUT!!!
CClyde
That should be everything. The only evidence is my tense, nagging guilt.
[relieved] Thank you, guys. Now you better go. Principal Ramirez will be here in 20 minutes.
[Lincoln and his other friends start to leave]
Don't be nervous. There's no way Ramirez will know we used the pool. [starts to leave, until…]
[caws; mimicking Lincoln] There's no way Ramirez will know we used the pool.
CClyde
[shocked] Did they just--?!
GPGreen Parrot
[caws; mimicking Zach] Pool party!
[horrified] They're repeating what we said!
Those featherheads are gonna rat us out!
[takes out a roll of duct tape] Oh, no, they won't! [attempts to tape their beaks shut, causing them to shriek in terror]
[grabs the duct tape out of her hands] You're not taping their beaks shut, Kara.
[The parrots squawk in relief]
Wait, guys, there's no reason why Ramirez would think they were talking about us.
[mimicking Rusty] Rusty Spokes cannonball!
[relieved] Phew. It's just Rusty.
[offended] Kara! Not cool, dawg!
GPGreen Parrot
[mimicking Clyde] Stella, the pool party hostess with the mostest! [squawks]
[squawks; also mimicking Clyde] Chef Clyde's tropical smoothies!
[sighs, realizing she's wrong] We're toast.
CClyde
Welp, there goes my recommendation to U of M.
[disappointed] No. I'm the one she trusted, and it was my idea. I'll tell her it was all my fault.
[frustrated when the green parrot mimics him] Why am I being singled out?!
Maybe it's not enough to teach them new phrases. We have to make them forget the old ones! [swinging a round cracker tied to a string like a pendulum in front of the parrots' faces] You are getting very sleepy. You will fall into a deep sleep and forget all about the pool party.
[The parrots enter the hypnosis spell… and so does Zach]
[notices] Uh-oh, I think Zach caught some stray hypno-rays!
[collapses and stands up; groaning] Where am I? Why am I looking at birds?
They aren't saying anything, so I think it worked.
CClyde
Yeah! They forgot all about the pool party, Lincoln.
[squawks; mimicking Clyde] Pool party, Lincoln.
CClyde
[realizing he messed up] Whoopsie.
[groans] I gotta start over again.
Don't bother, yo. I just came up with a better idea. [then shown in front of the house, waving to his cousin Derek; holding birdcage with a blanket covering it] Thanks, D-Dawg! [brings the cage into the backyard] Cousin Derek comes through again. I sent him a picture and he got three identical birds in under 30 minutes!
I still don't feel good about replacing Ramirez's birds.
It's only until Lisa can wipe the memory. We can sneak them back here next week.
Behold! [pulls the blanket off the cage, revealing a featherless parrot, another parrot with an eyepatch, and a third parrot with a black beak]
Rusty, these birds look nothing like Ramirez's!
Relax. Cousin Derek also sold me bird paint. [holds up three cans of bird paint with a logo of parrot (which resembles Sergio), corresponding to the original parrots' feather colors; paints the replacement parrots to look identical to Principal Ramirez's] Oh, missed a spot. Done!
I must admit, they don't look that bad… if you squint.
FPFeatherless Parrot
[in Italian] Buongiorno! (translation: Good day!)
EPEyepatch Parrot
[also in Italian] Come stai? (translation: How are you?)
[surprised in anger] Rusty, these birds speak Italian!
NYNew York Parrot
Yo, forget about it.
CClyde
Not that one. He's from New York.
Either way, Principal Ramirez is gonna know they're not her birds! [pulls out her phone, getting a text] It's her! "Five minutes away", car emoji, smiley face emoji.
She's really going hard on the emojis.
[out of options] Welp, guess I'll have to face the music.
NYNew York Parrot
How you doing?
CClyde
Not great, but thanks for asking.
[Five minutes later… Principal Ramirez parks her car into the driveway of her house just as Stella returns the original parrots to their perch and Rusty hides the replacement ones in his hair]
[hastily as Principal Ramirez enters the backyard] Principal Ramirez. I bet you're wondering why we're all standing around here in our swimming costumes.
Not really. [shoves him, Zach and Kara out of the way; to her parrots, happily] There you are! Oh, my babies! Mommy missed you! [gives them smooches]
[mimicking Rusty] Rusty Spokes cannonball!
GPGreen Parrot
[squawks; mimicking Zach] Stella's pool party!
[mimicking Colonel Austin] Hasta la bye-bye, chump!
Yeah, about that. We can explain. We really messed up. We used the pool before we got your text.
CClyde
[sighs] I'll just go to community college.
[puzzled] Wait, wait, wait. I'm confused. I told you to use the pool. Didn't you read my text?
[holds up her phone; confused] The one with the angry face emoji?
Angry face? I thought that was the "It's hot" emoji. [takes out her phone] See? I said, "I'm down. It's super hot. Swimming is the bomb."
[Lincoln and Clyde enter the Tick bunk and meet their new bunkmates: Marshall and Iggy]
Hello, fellow Ticks! I'm Lincoln, and this is Clyde. [notices the Rip posters] Holy hardcore! You guys are Rip fans too?
[The four boys all imitate bird calls]
MMarshall
Only hardcore hardcore fans can do Rip's macaw call! Welcome to the Tick bunk. I'm Marshall. That's Iggy.
IIggy
I'm a Rip Hardcore collector. Check out my latest score: A wooden recorder that Rip whittled out of the bark from a mango tree!
LCLincoln & Clyde
[awestruck] Whoa...!
[Iggy starts playing a tune of the recorder, which sounds really bad for Marshall's reaction]
CClyde
Oh, that reminds me. A present my dads gave me: [puts it on the nearby dresser] Rip's Tips of the Day mini-calendar!
MMarshall
[flips the calendar open to the current month] Check out today's tip: "You can make a sail out of underpants."
CClyde
Does it specify whether that's boxers or briefs? Ah, doesn't matter… I'm wearing both!
[sadly exits Vanzilla and knocks on the front door of Clyde's house; Clyde answers the door] Happy Birthday, Clyde.
CClyde
Whoa! What's with the mud and the look of shame? Are you okay?
It's a long story. [fade to nighttime; finishing telling Clyde everything that happened] But I forgot the lamp was in there, and it leaked all over my phone and destroyed the message! So I got you nothing. I'm really sorry, buddy.
[talking to Lincoln and Clyde about hearing one of the students calling her a teacher's pet while doing crunches in gym class] I mean… Teacher's pet? Can you believe he said that?! [frantically] What was that? That was a look. You exchanged a look.
CClyde
No, we didn't. We were just… doing eyeball stretches. [Lincoln agrees and they glance in random directions] Good for your peripheral vision. Ow! Ocular cramp.
Okay, look. We may have heard a few people call you a Goody-Two-Shoes.
[flings the medicine ball in shock which sends Lincoln flying back] What?! They called me a Goody-Two-Shoes too?! That's even worse than I thought!
CClyde
Honestly, it's not that big of a deal. I get it all the time and I'm cool with it.
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