User blog:Harburton81/Fanfic Short - Crusin' for a Brusin'

Hey, guys. It's your boy, Harburton81 here with a new short fic for ya. I had so much fun writing this. I hope you guys enjoy.

Plot
(Royal Woods, day. It's shows a new theme restaurant that is in Royal Woods. The van parks in space with the Loud siblings exit out of the van)

LORI: Here it is, you guys. The newest restaurant in Royal Woods, "The Gas 'N' Pad Diner".

LUNA: Wow, dudes. I heard these 1950s themed diners are legendary. They're popular back then.

LINCOLN: We're gonna stuff our faces with burgers and fries all day!

LANA AND LOLA: And milkshakes!

LUAN: I gas this will a blast from the past! (farts, then laughs) Get it?

LENI: I'm totes gonna enjoy this meal!

LILY: Poo poo!

LYNN: What are we waiting for? Let's go inside!

SIBLINGS: Yeah!

(The siblings then run inside the restaurant. However, they all get kicked out by one of the employees)

LISA: Hey, what gives?

EMPLOYEE #1: I'm sorry, you ankle biters. But I'm afraid I can't let you guys in.

LOLA: Why's that? Is it because of Lana's B.O.? I told her not to take a mud bath.

LANA: Shut up!

EMPLOYEE #1: No. The reason I can't let you guys in because of our new policy.

(The employee points to the policy, Lisa looks at the policy and reads it)

LISA: "No shirt". "No shoes". "No 50s' attire". "No service".

LOLA: What?! That's ridiculous!

EMPLOYEE #1: Hey, it's tradition for these themed restaurants to be in appropriate 50s attire.

(The employee steps aside to show the interior of the restaurant where all of the customers and employees are dressed in 50s attire)

LOLA: That's not fair.

EMPLOYEE #1: Don't rattle your cage, you ankle biter. You guys can come back some hip threads.

(The employee closes the door, but he opens the door while he peep his head out)

EMPLOYEE #1: Although, I give you props for your van. (points to Vanzilla) Totally 1950s.

LORI: Thanks, it was passed down to from our great-grandfather, our grandfather, and our father.

LYNN: (laughs) And later passed on to our brother! (laughs)

(The others laugh about it, Lincoln, annoyed, kicks Lynn in her shin)

LYNN: Ow!

(Lincoln then walks to the van)

LORI: The policy says that we have to be in 50s attire, so be it.

LENI: (worried) I don't want to be old and wrinkly!

LUCY: (facepalms) No, Leni. Sigh. She's trying to say we have to dress up in clothes from the 1950s.

LINCOLN: Well, where are gonna find some 50s clothes?

LENI: I think we got some at home.

(At home, the siblings are rambling through each of their rooms to find some clothes from the 50s, they pop their heads out of their room)

LUAN: You guys find anything?

LISA: Well, I found this cardigan. (pulls out a green cardigan)

LORI: That is so radioactive!

LENI: (screams) Is it?!

LUAN: No, no, no, no. Not that radioactive, Leni. It's means it's very popular.

LINCOLN: I found this gingham plaid shirt.

(A doorbell ring is heard and Leni, eager, runs downstairs to the front door and she opens it. It's a package with her name on it)

LENI: (squeals) It's here! It's here! It's here! It's here! It's here!

LORI: (walks downstairs with the others) What is, Leni?

(Leni opens her package and it's a book, it's titled...)

LENI: "50 Amazingly Fun and Cool Ways to Act Like Someone From the 1950s". I ordered this for I get inspiration on my fashion skills.

LINCOLN: Leni, you're a genius! We can used your new book!

(The siblings cheer as they run upstairs)

TWENTY MINUTES LATER...

(The siblings are getting dressed in 50s clothes to go back into the restaurant. Once they're done, everyone, sans Lola and Leni, all step out of their rooms and they look at each other)

LORI: Wow, we all look great.

LUNA: Right-O, round wheels.

LUAN: (to Lisa) Nice cheaters, ankle biter. (laughs)

LISA: Thanks, Luan. Your peepers are far out.

LYNN: Where's Leni and Lola?

(Leni and Lola, in their 50s attire, steps out of the bathroom with a pair of scissors in her hands)

LENI: Hey, guys! Totes threads!

LUCY: What's buzzin, cuzzin?

LENI: Lola and I were helping Lincoln with his haircut. It'll match with his 50s attire.

LOLA: (in her 50s attire) Yep. Come on out.

(Lincoln, in his 50s attire, steps out of the bathroom. His haircut is a classic flat top)

LORI: Nice haircut, champ.

LINCOLN: Golly! Thanks, dolly.

(Lori blushes as she giggles)

LOLA: Let's go crusin' to The Gas 'N' Pad!

(The siblings cheer in excitement as they bolted out of the house. They walk back upstairs to their rooms)

SIBLINGS: Forgot my wallet. / I need my phone. / I need a mint.

(The siblings bolted out of the house to the van. They peel off to The Gas 'N' Pad Diner, the same employee from eariler look at the Louds)

EMPLOYEE #1: Hey! Now that's some radioactive clothing! I see you guys take my advice! Take that big booth by the window!

(The siblings then sit at their booth while they looking at their menus)

LORI: Well, razz my berries! They've got a lot of stuff here!

LUNA: (whistles) Hey, bean! Give us eleven of your finest burgers and fries, please!

WAITER #1: You got it, baby! We got eleven orders here!

LOLA: You square! Don't forget about the milkshakes!

LUNA: Oh, and we want milkshakes too!

(The waiter then skates over to the Louds' booth and present them their food. They dig in into their food)

LINCOLN: That was swell!

LANA: You said it, big brother. That was a blast.

(Lincoln see's a jukebox playing, he gets an idea and whispers into Luna's ear. She smiles as she runs to the jukebox)

LUNA: Hey, all you dudes and dudettes, who wants to crank things up, and shake their booty?

(The whole diner all cheer in excitement, Luna elbows the jukebox and the music is cranked up loudly. Waiters and waitresses begin dancing, Luna begins to dance as well as the other siblings. Lincoln bumps into Luna)

LUNA: Come on snake, let's rattle.

(Luna then grabs Lincoln and the two begin dancing together. As the whole diner are dancing, a police car pulls up at the entrance. Two cops walk in the diner)

COP #1: What's going on?!

LISA: Oh, crud! It's the fuzz!

COP #2; We've heard a noise complaint at this fine diner, and you can't make this much noise!

(Everyone groans in disappointment)

LUAN: What a party pooper.

COP #1: The reason is that because...

COP #2: You weren't making enough noise! Hit that jukebox!

(The diner cheers once more as Luna cranks up the jukebox. Everyone, including the cops, are dancing their socks in their 50s wonderland)

THE END