User blog:American Titan/AT's Famous FanFicks 4: "The Black Rose"

Original title by me. A big tip of the hat to John Trudeau for designing the inspiration for this story, and to the now-defunct company Bally for producing it. Narrator: A long time ago, waaaaaaay back in the early 1800’s, even before Michigan was known as an official state in America, there were two towns separated by a body of water that we now call Lake Michigan, and their names were Sausageville and Diamond Springs. Due to the high feelings of sexism throughout this here land, each town was named after the townsfolk who inhabited each town. Sausageville was entirely populated by men, and Diamond Springs was entirely populated by women. This was also around the time when piracy was at its peak. No, not that online piracy junk, REAL piracy. Pirates were a rare sight, even back in their heyday, but when they came, they shook up the entire town. And the pirates took EVERY valuable they could find. They would even take the clothes off of your back if they needed a fresh pair of underwear! The tale that you are about to read follows the downfall of two of the bravest, most successful female pirates, that at one time were the most wanted criminals in the country. We open our story on the streets of Diamond Springs, just near the town’s ship port. It’s a sunny day outside, and the townsfolk are out and about. Fine music can be heard throughout the town, and the source of this excellent piano music is a homeless ancestor of Luna Loud. Now, you may be thinking to yourself “Isn’t she from that modern cartoony picture show? Well, it just so happens that our story focuses around several of these color television folk on this “Loud House” show.  *Polly Pain’s ancestor is slowly walking across a wooden boardwalk, right next to where Luna’s ancestor is playing the piano. She stops to take a look at the audience.* Narrator: In fact, it takes place in the exact year where all of the Loud siblings you see on the television are the EXACT same ages as the one in this here flashback! They even look and sound the same, just with fancier, Victorian era clothes. Polly Pain: Coincidental, isn’t it? *She runs away.* <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Narrator: Now, let’s listen to what Luna’s playing on that piano, shall we? <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*Luna is playing an instrumental of “Hello My Baby, Hello My Honey” on the piano. At the time, this style of music was revolutionary. Younger girls are gathered around the piano, dancing along and constantly putting coins & small jewels into Luna’s hat, while the older women in the town were quietly chatting about how demonic this “devil’s music” sounded compared to the then-recent compositions of Bach & Mozart. Luna is having fun earning money by playing her instrument for the children in the town. In the middle of the song, Luna starts to talk to her piano……………………….wait, WHAT?!?* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Luna: Blimey! The crowd’s falling arse over tit in love with me song! What kind of special crumpets did you use to make THIS musical masterpiece, Bose, me luv? <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">(Wow! The crowd’s falling head over heels in love with my song! Bose, how in the world did you create this?) <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Bose: Ah, this tune of mine compliments your quite boffin piano playing skills, Luna! But don’t faff with me now, luv! Hot up, and make your paying listeners happy! <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">(Ah, this tune compliments your expert piano playing skills, Luna! But don’t dilly-dally now! Make your paying listeners happy by becoming more excited!) <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Luna: Ta, me superior! <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">(Thank you, my teacher!) <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*Luna concentrates more on the piano, plays a higher-quality tune, and the crowd goes wild. They are tossing more money into Luna’s hat than ever before.* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Bose: Ah, hah, hah! You’re making off like a bandit! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Luna: I’ll get myself some new clothes yet! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Bose: And you know what the toff say: “With much dosh comes much nosh!” <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">(And you know what the rich people say: “With lots of money comes lots of food!”) <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Luna: Quite right! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*Luna continues to play and earn valuables building up in her hat. Two innocent, young girls walk into the crowd and begin to dance and whisper amongst each other. These two girls are named Lola and Lana. While Lola has dressed more for the occasion, wearing a beautiful pink dress made out of satin, Lana looks more like a boy than a girl, opting out for dirty clothes covered in mud that looked like a peasant would wear. While taking a look at the crowd, Luna’s smile turns into a frown as she takes a good look at her two new, suspicious listeners.* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Luna: <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*quietly to Bose* <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Hmm...some suspicious chaps seem to have joined in the dancing and fun. One a proper princess's daughter, the other a mong soap dodger…and I believe that I’ve seen them somewhere before….. <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">(Hmm...some suspicious people seemed to have joined this dance party. One of them’s like a real-life daughter of a princess, and the other one’s a dirty bum with no sense of hygiene...and I believe that I’ve seen them somewhere before…..) <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*Luna squints at the two young girls. She notices a red and black bandana around Lana’s neck, and a black eyepatch around Lana’s right eye. Suddenly, she stops playing her music. The crowd is confused.* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Bose: <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*concerned* <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">What be troubling you, dear chap? <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">(What’s wrong?) <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Luna: <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*gasp* <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">No! It can’t be! <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*to Bose, talking quickly and feeling worried* <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">I’ve got to get out of here! I’ll play again tomorrow, me superior! Heaven knows I don’t want to become skint again! <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">(No! It can’t be! I’ve got to get out of here! I’ll play the piano again tomorrow! I don’t want to be robbed again!) <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*Luna reaches for her hat, only to notice that Lola was sneaking over to the hat while Luna was looking at Lana. Lola has both hands tightly gripping the hat. In an instant, she snatches the hat and runs away, with Lana running away not too far behind.* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Luna: Gordon “Jeff” Bennett! <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">(Good heavens!) <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*Luna quickly gets up from her seat and runs after them.* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Luna: <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*angry* <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">STOP RUNNING THIS INSTANT, YOU NICKING YOBBOS! <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">(STOP, THIEVES!) <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*Lola and Lana give each other a high five. While running, they both pull up their bandanas over their mouths.* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lola: Hah, hah! When we get back to the ship, we’ll be swimming in diamonds! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lana: <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*blows a raspberry to Luna* <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">See ya later, LOSER! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Narrator: Ah, it looks like the twins are at it again. Meet Lola Carpetbagger and Lana Carpetbagger, two important ancestors to the modern Loud family, and two of the only female pirates to ever sail the one sea, because sailing across seven would tire them out. These two youngsters may have looked like adorable angels at first glance, but they were some of the most successful pirates of the century, even earning more loot than several of the roughest, toughest pirates from Sausageville. Their tactics of stealing precious valuables from under people’s noses was practically foolproof. <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*Lola and Lana try to lose Luna by hiding in an alley behind a large building made out of bricks. When Luna runs past the brick building, she becomes exhausted, and tries to catch her breath. Realizing that she lost sight of them, she quickly runs around the town, trying to find their hiding spot.* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Narrator: Their young and innocent appearance aided in distracting their poor, unsuspecting victims. One twin would try to do something to make the victim focus their attention on them, while the other twin quietly snuck up on the victim with their quiet, small feet, and got the goods. Once they secured their treasure, they both ran and headed for their small, wooden pirate ship, called “The Black Rose”, and fled the scene post-haste. It worked every time. But most of their victims didn’t give chase like this. Inside of the alley behind the brick building, Lola and Lana were starting to become worried that they would get caught….. <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*Luna suddenly gets an idea. Because she was listening to the narration, she runs up towards the alley behind the brick building, and she finds them running back towards Bose and the stunned dancing crowd, in the complete opposite direction of their ship.* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Luna: Thanks, narrator dude! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Narrator: My pleasure, me luv! Now, go get those rotten bints! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lana: SHUT UP!!! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lola: You dirty traitor! Why did you expose us? You nearly got us KILLED! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Narrator: Well, little girls around your age should certainly not be stealing money and diamonds from people that rightfully earned them! Shame on you two! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*Lola and Lana roll their eyes and keep running.* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lana: Great. Now we gotta run back around in a circle just to get back to our ship! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lola: Relax! As long as we don’t stop running, she’s never gonna catch us! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lana: <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*points straight ahead* <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">But they might! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*Near the alley’s exit, the crowd that was dancing to Luna’s music sees Lola and Lana, and, everyone looks very angry. With burning torches and pitchforks, the crowd is starting to close in around the small, tight exit.* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lola & Lana: GAH!!! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*Lola and Lana run faster and faster towards the alley’s exit, and they make it out just in time, before the crowd could hurt them. But now, instead of just Luna chasing after them, Luna and the angry mob with pitchforks and torches are chasing after them.* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lana: Oh, GREAT! Now we have even MORE angry people running after us! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lola: Ugh, why did I have to wear my pink high heels today? I can barely run inside of these things! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lana: <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*looks at Lola’s high heels* <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Hey, I’ve got an idea! Sling your foot up in the air! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*Lola kicks her high heels off of her feet, and Lana catches both of them. She aims steadily at a teenage girl with a pitchfork, and throws one of the high heels at her head. It hits, and the unconscious girl falls onto the boardwalk ground. Several members of the crowd trip over her body, letting the twins get away.* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lola: Woah! Nice one! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lana: Told ya I’m good! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*They near the ship and are almost home free.* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lola: We’re almost there! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lana: <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*takes a quick look behind her shoulder* <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> Uh oh! The piano-playing hoboe is gaining on us again! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*Luna is sprinting towards the twins.* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Luna: I’M GETTING BROWNED OFF WITH YOUR CHEEKY SHENANIGANS! GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK, OR YOU’LL BE SORRY!!! <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">(I’M GETTING TICKED OFF WITH YOUR ANTICS! GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK, OR YOU’LL BE SORRY!!!) <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lana: Taste some shoe, why don’t ya? <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*Lana throws the other high heel at Luna’s head, and it hits, causing her to fall down and lets the twins get away yet again.* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Luna: <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*exhausted* <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">No…..stop…..please….. <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">*Lola and Lana hop up onto the deck of the Black Rose, and take off into Lake Michigan. The angry mob reaches the edge of the boardwalk, and they are yelling curse words at the two pirates. Lola and Lana yell back.* <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lola: Language, language! We’re only six years old, you know! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lana: Cheerio, ya barmy prats! <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">(Farewell, ya crazy idiots!)

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:2.4;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:700;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">To be continued...