Thread:TheMaximumMatt/@comment-33256424-20180523175001/@comment-32807753-20180529023458

At the Loud House

You (in Alaska): Yes, it is very becoming. Now, do we get to know what the secret mission we're currently are doing is or are we hanging of the ledge of a cold ice shelf for the LOLs?

Luna: Alaska looks very chilly, dudes. Brrrrr. I am having hot chocolate with marshmallows. (Sips the cocoa) Mmmmmm, (lays her feet on the table) extra comfy. (laughs)

Lynn Sr.: (enters the living room) Attention! The following info is top secret. Anyone at all without blue-level security clearance, please initiate block out protocols now.

(Lana with red-level security clearance sighs, covers her ears, and makes noises as Lynn Sr. speaks)

Lana: Sigh.

Lynn Sr.: At 3 o'clock in the morning, in Alaska time, a Ni'ihau sized iceberg split off an extremely tiny bit of a northern Alaska coast, leaving a very big clear sheer wall behind.

Leni: That is just awful. Joey, bring that huge iceberg to justice with your superpowers that your OCs cloned and gave them to you. No clear sheer wall behind.

Lynn Sr.: Forget the iceberg, Leni; the problem is what is stuck in that clear sheer ice wall. One unidentified purplish-maroon pod. A recent Wikipedia article that was released recently can only tell me two things: it's been buried in that ice for way more than 25,000 years, and it ain't from Earth nor this town, Royal Woods.

Lincoln (in Alaska): Wait, you made us fly all the up to head-frozen nowhere just to check out some extremely old space nugget?

Lynn Sr.: (Walks to the table) No, I sent Lisa and Joey to do that. I sent as payback for what you did to my toothbrush!!