User blog:BatSam247/Fanfiction: Right Up Your Alley

I have gotten the feedback on the three stories, and Right Up Your Alley won by a landslide. Here is the story.

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[The episode opens at Chandler's house, where the he is having a pep talk with Flat Tire, Poppa Wheelie, and Bratty Kid, who are all in bowling attire.]

Chandler: Alright, boys, if we win tonight's game, I- Er, I mean we get that giant trophy. And I don't need to tell you guys how much that trophy means to me. Remember, it may be true that winning isn't everything, but losing is nothing!

Flat Tire: Dude, I think you're taking this too seriously.

Chandler: Tis' mutinous talk, Tire.

[Just then, Chandler's phone rings. He answers it.]

Chandler: Yello?

[Indisntinct chattering is heard on the phone.]

Chandler: Wait, what?!

[Cut to the rival bowling team at the hospital.]

Zach: That's right. Rusty's brother, Rocky, got a real nasty cut on his leg after a skateboarding incident. So, we can't make it to the tournament. See ya! [hangs up]

[Cut back to Chandler's house.]

Chandler: The other team forfeited the match. That means we win the trophy! [does a victory dance until...]

Poppa Wheelie: [reading the tournament rule book] Actually, according to the rule book, if we don't play the last match, nobody wins. And the trophy presentation is held over until the next year.

Chandler: Let me see that. [takes the rulebook and reads it] Dang it, Wheelie's right. We have to find another opposing team, and quick! Any three losers will do.

[Upon saying that, Chandler realizes who can fill that team space and closes the rulebook with a mischevious grin. Cut to the Loud House where there's a knock at the door.]

Lincoln: Coming! [opens the door; deadpanned] Oh... it's you.

Chandler: You see, I-

Lincoln: Don't care, bye. [slams the door shut]

[Chandler knocks on the door again. Lincoln sighs heavily and opens the door again.]

Lincoln: What do you want this time?

Chandler: [comes into the house] I was wondering. How would you and your friends like to play a game?

Lincoln: [holding up a set of UNO cards] We're already playing a game.

[Pan over to Clyde and Sam playing UNO Attack.]

Sam: Linc, isn't that the guy who was responsible for Lori almost missing prom?

Lincoln: Yes, and he's going now. [pushes Chandler out]

Chandler: Actually, I was thinking of something a bit more challenging, like bowling?

Lincoln: [stops pushing Chandler] Bowling? We've never been bowling. I guess so.

Sam: Same here.

Clyde: I also heard you get to wear those cool shoes. Count me in too.

Chandler: Perfect. Follow me. [leaves the house]

Sam: [to the viewers] We're not that gullible. We just know the plot. [pulls out the episode's script] Come on, guys.

[The three guys rush off with Chandler. Cut to Royal Woods Bowl-O-Rama.]

Chandler: [holding three blue shirts] Hey, guys! I took the liberty of getting you these team shirts. [hands them to the three]

Lincoln: "The Runner-Ups"?

Sam: Seems a little suspicious. [disbelieving] Oh, what the heck. Let's just get these on.

[Cut to the three with their team shirts on.]

Clyde: ​Cool! Just like a real team. [hops up on the counter] Look, everybody! I'm a runner-up!

Sam: I'm pretty sure "runner-up" means "loser".

Clyde: [embarrassed] Oh. I better get down now. [hops off the counter]

[Zoom out to Chandler.]

Chandler: Oh, this is going to be so sweet. [goes over to the three] Now, why don't we get you some shoes, hmm?

[Cut to Chandler leaning on the bowling shoe rental counter.]

Chandler: Mr. Harris, some shoes for the opposing team?

Mr. Harris: Are they a real team?

[Cut to the Runner-Ups near the counter.]

Chandler: They've got shirts, don't they?

Mr. Harris: Yep. Yeah, they do.

Lincoln: Size 11, please.

Mr. Harris: Alright. [reaches over for some smelly size 11's] Here you go, kid.

[Lincoln's face turns green from the smell and collapses on the floor. Cut to him putting on his shoes.]

Lincoln: They don't smell so bad once you put your feet in them.

[Sam walks in with some red and white sneakers.]

Lincoln: Sam, where'd you get those shoes?

Sam: Some customer left them here. They were the only size 14's they had.

[Cut to Lynn at the counter with Mr. Harris.]

Lynn: What do you mean you gave my shoes away?!

[Cut to Mr. Harris on the intercom.]

Mr. Harris: Attention bowlers, the Royal Woods Bowl-O-Rama Junior League Championship game will now begin.

[Camera pans to Chandler's team.]

Mr. Harris: It's the Hot Wheelers...

[Camera pans to Lincoln's team.]

Mr. Harris: ...versus the Runner-Ups, now on Lane 13.

Clyde: [worriedly] Lane 13? That's terribly unlucky.

Sam: Yeah, unlucky for the slobs we're bowling against.

[Cut to Chandler's team.]

Chandler: Alright, boys, this is it. Show no mercy. Crush them like the worthless bugs they are!

FT, PW, BK: [enthusiastically] Yes, coach!

[Cut to Lane 13, where Flat Tire is prepping up with his bowling ball.]

Mr. Harris: First up for the Hot Wheelers is Flat Tire.

[Flat Tire bowls a 6/10 split. Cut to Clyde getting his ball from the dispenser.

Mr. Harris: And leading off for the Runner-Ups is Clyde McBride.

[Clyde revs up and accidentally steps on a loose floorboard, which makes his ball slip out of his hands and down the bowling lane. Luckily for him, he gets a strike.]

Lincoln and Sam: Nice, a strike!

[Cut to Poppa Wheelie going up next.]

Mr. Harris: Next up, Poppa Wheelie.

Chandler: Come on, big guy. Put some oomph into it!

[Poppa Wheelie bowls and only gets two pins, much to Chandler's annoyance.]

[Cut to Sam prepping up with his red ball.]

Mr. Harris: Next up for the Runner-Ups, Sam Genous.

[Sam bowls and gets a strike.]

Sam: Ooohhh! I got a strike!

[Cut to a montage of Flat Tire, Poppa Wheelie, and Bratty Kid bowling unsuccessfully while Lincoln, Sam, and Clyde end up getting strike after strike.]

Chandler: [looking at the score list; gasps] They're actually close. Better do something to improve the odds. [grins devilishly]

WIP