User blog:InklingBear/Life of Pets - The Party Pound

Story #13 - The Party Pound [Special]
A/N: This week's story is gonna be a special one, so this one will be two times the length from the rest of the stories. The series has reached their first milestone of syndication today! Of course this series still has long ways to go so after this story, it's going on a small hiatus to catch a break from writing to find time to whip up some new potential ideas for more Loud Pet stories.

So, with that out of the way, how about you have a little fun tonight and throw down with your four animal friends down in the Loud House? My little treat to you, readers!

Charles the dog popped up as he looked down to the reader now. "Whoa! Are ya serious?" he said. "We get ta throw a party? I can't believe it! This is amazin'!"

He happily wagged his tail as he swiped his wet tongue up across the reader's computer screen out of pure joy and excitement, leaving a small trail of saliva behind. "I've been waitin' for somethin' like this fer a long while now!"

He stepped a couple feet back from the reader as he whipped out a list as it rolled open for about a yard. "I've got the whole shindig all planned out! A DJ set, dancin', party games, social gatherin', snacks, pizza 'n soda, even a special performance 'n all sorts of fun stuff ta do today! And best of all, lotsa animal pals ya know are gonna be here! And yer invited! I mean, what's a wild animal party... without ya?"

Cliff the cat walked into the scene with a smile along with Walt the canary and Geo the hamster. "Heya dog," the cat said, influencing the dog to lose his grip on the party list. "What's goin' on here?"

The neutral black feline looked at the reader for a brief moment, with a stunned reaction left on his face. "Eh, why's the reader's face all slobbery?" He whipped a rag out and dried off the reader's computer screen until it was clean and dry, before he paid his undivided attention back to the enthusiastic white canine. "This is like the fourth wall ya broke so far."

"Well look who's talkin' there, cat." Charles said with a neutral expression on his face. "Anyway, today's the day, my friends! We're officially throwin' a wild party!"

The three animals were in shock. They never thought a day like this filled with an awesome opportunity would strike down upon the four animals. They prompted to cheer as loud as they could, as meows, howls, chirps and chatters filled the living room interior for a good portion of a minute.

"Ah, a party!" Cliff said. "We haven't had one of those!"

"Wow! Are you for reals?" Geo said with a happy smile.

"This isn't some kind of cruel joke is it?" Walt added as he wasn't completely sure if it was true with a small little glare at the dog.

"Not at all, bird!" Charles answered without any hesitation to show. "Who woulda thought we'd get a chance ta make somethin' like this happen?"

"You know, if we really wanted to, we could've done this at any time nobody's in this house." Walt answered with a confused look.

"Well, yeah. But ya mustn't forget about good timin', bird." Charles responded. "And the timin's just right for this case!"

"Looks that way, yeah!" Cliff agreed. "What's gonna happen at the party, dog?"

Charles handed over the list he initially prepared over to the curious cat. "Read 'em 'n weep, pals."

Walt and Geo stood behind Cliff as the three pets scanned through the list together. They expressed a big smile on their face for each second they read it. "This... is astoundin'!" Cliff reacted.

"Wow, it's so flawless!" Walt and Geo said simultaneously.

The dog chuckled as he crossed his arms. "Thank ya much!"

"This is gonna be so much fun!" Geo happily said.

"So what are we waitin' for, guys?" Cliff questioned the three pets. "Let's all get ta work 'n finally make this a reality!"

Unanimous cheering emitted from the four household pets for a second before they settled down as Charles took the list back from Cliff, assigning the animals a task from the list, one by one. "Alright everybody, here's what we gonna do." Charles said, before he gestured towards Walt. "Bird, you 'n me will order pizza, 'n loads of it. Cat, you bust out the fizzy pop 'n treats. Ham, you take care of the turntables 'n those hard hittin' jams!"

"I'll be the snack of all trades, 'n the king of pop!" Cliff answered.

"I turn to live!" Geo added with a smile.

Walt gestured an OK sign with one of his wings as he winked.

Charles looked at the three animals. Things were about to get serious. "Alright pals, let's bust a move!" The four Loud pets all zipped to their positions around the house.

Walt flew over to the landline telephone with Charles carrying a phone book from behind. He flipped through several of the pages for some seconds until he managed to find a number to order the pies.

"Alright bird, here ya go!" the dog said as he showed the canary the number to dial. Walt carefully examined the page before he lifted the handset off of the cradle, soon dropping it down on the carpet floor. He started to peck away at the number pad of the telephone, inputting the number in before the phone started to receive some transmission as it connected to the pizza restaurant. The dog and the bird approached the handset before they heard a voice coming through the speaker.

"Hello, thank you for calling Ready Radbears Pizza. How can I help you today?" an employee said over the line, influencing Charles and Walt to wink at each other with a big smile.

Cliff zipped inside the kitchen interior, looking around for the treats and beverages to break out for the party. He stopped to think for a quick moment as he scratched his feline head, figuring out where the treats might be. "Hmm... I wonder..." he uttered to himself, but not before he squinted his eyes that gave him the determination that he needed.

The black feline approached the counter top before he executed a big leap to the surface. He smiled as he had a good old feeling he knew where the good stuff was being stored in the kitchen. He stood on his two hind legs tall and proud as he grabbed onto the handle of one of the pantry doors, opening it wide without a sudden change in the cat's speed.

There they were, all the boxes and bags of AnyPets, Meowz, peanut butter and milk bones they could get their furry little paws on to munch on. Cliff's own irises turned into stars as he found the pet treats sitting there in the pantry as he happily said just one word to describe it all. "Jackpot!"

He grabbed all of the treats he could with a big ol' smile on his frisky feline face. "Oh yeah! We're bustin' out the good stuff!"

The moment he said this, he unfortunately stepped on a small puddle of tap water on the surface of the counter top. His hind paw slid across the surface as he meowed loudly as he fell down flat on his back on the kitchen floor, as the pet treats came raining down all over the fallen black feline.

"Me-ouch." the black feline uttered in pain as he stroked his head to soothe his head pain.

Geo was upstairs inside Lincoln's tight bedroom, outside of his transparent little ball, testing out the turntables to prepare himself for a disc jockey set he planned to throw down at the upcoming party. He started running around on one of the turntables as it oscillates at a decent enough speed for the brown hamster to handle. "I have to say," he said to the reader. "This is actually pretty cool I get to do this! It's like rolling around in my ball, except it never ends!"

He jumped off the turntable and onto Lincoln's unoccupied laptop, hopping around on the keyboard to search for songs to play for his performance. The screen pulls up a list of songs that were currently on the kid's desktop as Geo examined the list very carefully, making his selections on what he wanted to play. "This one sounds promising, definitely not this. Ew, gross! Eh, maybe..."

He decided to do a play through of some of the track selections he made as he clicked on one of the tracks, aptly titled "Barkin' Up a Storm by Dyna and Mite". The track in question blasted out a simple beat and a melody with sounds of barking added into the groove.

Geo was honestly intrigued. "That's actually... pretty nice." He thought to himself. "I wonder if there's any tracks about me?"

He skimmed through the list of songs on the eleven year old's laptop, attempting to find anything that sounded the least bit related about his kind of species. He looked at the reader. "It couldn't hurt to look around I suppose."

Back downstairs in the living room, Charles hung up the telephone as he and the bird finished placing their order for the pizza pies to deliver to the Loud House as soon as possible. "Our work here is done!" the dog said to the canary.

"Ten extra large pizza pies, huh?" Walt said. "That sure is a whole lot of dough."

"Speakin' of dough, how we gonna pay for 'em?" Charles asked. "We ain't got no money!"

Walt thought to himself for a small period of time. He might have something that'll work but it'll take some precise planning to execute it without exposing a flaw. "I think I know what to do," the bird said. "But we might need to get the cat in on this..."

Charles gave Walt a thumbs up. "Gotcha, bird."

Cliff opened up the refrigerator door. He found a section of the fridge interior occupied with cases of soda pop, assorted with several different flavors. "Hello carbonated beverages," he said. "Today's the day you're gonna be all drunk up by us animals."

He grabbed a case one by one and set them on the checkered floor beside him. It may have taken him a while to do so but that didn't matter. He closed the refrigerator door before he went at it with the cases soon after, opening up the boxes one by one to place them into a white and roomy cooler sitting right next to his other side. "Alrighty, that's one part down. Now for the ice!"

He went back to the fridge again, only to be stopped midway by Charles and Walt.

"Hey cat!" the dog said, grabbing his attention as the two pets smiled on.

"I gotta do somethin' else for the party?" Cliff assumed, with a curious look on his face. Charles and Walt glanced at each other for a second before they looked back over to the feline.

"Well.. I guess ya could say that." Charles answered.

"We just finished up our part ordering the pizza pies," Walt said.

"How much did ya guys order?" Cliff asked.

"Ten extra large pizza pies!" Charles said.

Cliff was left in a rather surprised state. "Whoa! You guys really must be rakin' in the dough!"

"But that's the problem cat," Charles stated concernedly, influencing the feline to stop acting surprised. "We ain't got money!"

Walt grew more eclectic with each second that passed. "This is the part where we ask you for your help with the plan we're trying to piece together, that's if you're up for it."

Cliff hesitated for a bit as he stared blankly at the neutral dog and the bird before he curiously asked to partake in their potential plan. "What do I have ta do?"

 Thirty Minutes Later 

The sound of a doorbell came a ringing from the front door of the Loud house. A middle aged pizza delivery man had finally arrived with the ten pizza pies the two animals ordered. Little did he know that he was in for a rather unexpected surprise as soon as the front door slowly creaked open.

There was absolutely nobody present inside of the house. The interior looked eerily similar to some sort of vacant house, that has been haunted in the peripheral vision of the human being as all the lights were off at the moment.

The pizza man started quivering. "Hello? Is anybody here?"

Silence took place for a good amount of seconds before he just stood there quietly, but not before taking a small gulp before doing so.

Charles was at the side of the open kitchen doorway, peeking on the clueless human at the door. He signaled the canary who was just next to the fridge with a good wink. That was Walt's cue to bring him a can of whipped cream as he flew over to the devious smiling pooch. They think the animals got this little plan of theirs in the bag.

As the dog grabbed a hold of the can of whipped cream, he sprayed a good amount of the sweet topping down his canine gullet. He used one of his paws to wipe off the excess of the cream and applied it around his mouth as it he appeared as a rabid animal. Oh, that'll sure fool plenty of people once the man gets a good glimpse of the dog now.

Charles looked all the way determined now. He promptly gave the bird a thumbs up before he finally put his part of the plan into action.

The pizza man was growing more anxious by the second. He wanted to leave now, believing this was some sort of prank call but a the same time, he was destined to get those big bucks. "I've got ten extra large pepperoni pizzas addressed to this house. The total comes to a hundred and fifty bucks..."

It's about to happen, fast. He heard footsteps approaching fast. He started quivering even more as he now feared that someone was going to attack him. But as it turned out for him, that fearful suspicion of his was about to turn into a complete reality.

In three...

Two...

One...

Charles jumped out in front of the front door, snarling and barking as fake foam streamed out of his mouth. This influenced the man to scream and walk back a couple inches before he dropped the stack of pizza pies on the doormat below and made a run for it back into his motorized scooter, with no cash money obtained whatsoever as the dog walked inches outside the door.

This was Cliff's cue to drag the stack of pizza pies inside the house as the man's back was turned before Charles came back in, influencing the cat to close the front door. The pizza guy realized in a freak panic, he forgot the get the money for delivering the pies. He approached back to the house, several feet away from the front door as he was still shook from the surprise he got.

"Hey! Where's my money for the pizza?" he yelled as he shook his fist in the air.

The front door opened back up now. Cliff threw some change in he found out the door totaling up to about at least two dollars in coins before the door slammed shut once more. "Take it or leave it!" he loudly said behind the closed door.

The man was confused, but at least he got at least some cash for the order. He sighed in mere disappointment before he went ahead and collected the coins the feline threw out onto the walkway. Something was better than nothing at all. He walked back to his motorized scooter in despair before he drove back to work.

Walt looked out the living room window to check if the man was gone. He was. Their plan worked out better than they thought. The three Loud pets all cheered to a job well done before they all smiled towards each other.

"That went pretty well you guys!" Walt said.

"Great thinkin' with that little foamin' mouth trick, dog!" Cliff happily commented.

Charles wagged his tail as he gulped the whipped cream down before he licked off the excess all around his mouth. "Ah it's no big deal, really!" He smiled as he gave a wink.

"Is that everything on the list?" Walt asked out of his curiosity.

"Are we forgettin' anythin'?" Cliff added.

Charles whipped out the same list as it rolled out about a yard just like the last time, which happened to be earlier today. He read off the contents of the list for a few seconds as he looked around the house before it's confirmed that everything was good and ready to go. "Doesn't seem like we're missin' anythin'!" He threw the list aside. "Looks like we're all set!"

Cliff and Walt gasped a bit before they both smiled as Geo joined the two doing the exact same thing outside of his ball.

"Alright, pals!" Cliff said before an enthusiastic Charles, Walt and Geo all joined in together, simultaneously.

"Let's—"

"PARTY!"

The living room was very dim with lights oscillating around the interior. Geo's ball was decorated as it received a flashy appearance now. It was dangling from the ceiling, acting as a disco ball as it slowly oscillated around the room. It was packed with several of the pets' friends along with Izzy the lizard, Hops the frog, Fangs the bat and Gary the hare attending the party now. Most of the animals got their groove on in the middle of the room as house music was currently blasting through Luna's amplifiers as a select few attendees stood back, munching on pet treats.

Charles, Geo and Walt all sat back and observed the successful outcome of this party with a huge smile on their face as they munched on their individual slices of pizza while Cliff was next to them, rocking it out hard.

"Yo! Can ya believe this, guys?" Cliff questioned the three pets.

"It's so awesome!" Geo answered.

"I can clearly see it with my own eyes." Walt added.

"I know right?" Charles answered. "Livin' the life long dream we've all been waitin' for since the day we got a roof over our heads!"

Another animal friend approached the four titular pets. It was Watterson, their former enemy and now best friend! He came to communicate with them for a brief moment.

"Hey you guys!" Watterson spoke with a little wave of his foreleg.

Charles gave the little fluffball a cool fist bump. "Hey! Wassup, mah dawg?"

"How ya doin', kid?" Cliff added.

Watterson ran around in circles with flair. "Not much! It's been so long since we've last seen each other! I still have to thank you guys for breaking me out of that awful pound!"

"Aw, it was nothin'!" Charles said.

"Ya gotta love increased aptitude!" Cliff lampshaded.

"You could say that again, cat." Charles said. "You guys gotta check out my pal Rosato when she gets here. She can draw up a real mean portrait!"

"I love being a smart animal." Geo said to himself.

Walt smiled at the hamster. "Don't we all? Now I've got a date with some party games!" He began to fly off. "See y'all in ten!"

Watterson turned his attention back on the white canine. "Hey, you wanna come mingle with me along with a couple friends as we bury our faces in peanut butter?"

Charles agreed without even missing a single beat. "Oh hecks yeah!" he said before the little fluffball wandered off. He followed the pup from behind only for Cliff to interrupt him for a quick minute or two by placing his fore paw on the dog's back.

"Dog, wait." the cat said. "I just remembered somethin'. Since we promised everybody here a party performance, could ya get the rabbit to do the job while I go-"

"No time fer that, cat!" Charles interrupted the feline back. "I've got me an opportunity ta sniff some new butts here at this party! Handle that yerself!" He happily barked as he zipped off into the dining room interior without hesitation, leaving the sighing cat and the hamster in the same spot.

Confusion and disgust filled Geo. "Oh, gross! Why does he even wanna do that in the first place?"

Cliff answered the hamster with these exact words reading his lips. "I'll tell ya once the readers aren't here. But honestly, at least it's more tolerable than him tryin' ta mark his territory on the couch."

"Dogs are such weird creatures." Geo said.

"Eh, life's weird." Cliff corrected.

Cliff walked away from Geo, intending to approach Gary for a little task. That is if he's up for the job. "I've gotta see if the rabbit's gonna do somethin' real quick."

"And I've got some potential jams to scratch!" Geo said before he made his way to the turntables.

The cat was beside the rabbit now. He was exhausted from all the dance moves he managed to pull off for a good ten minutes or so. He wiped off his forehead as if he was doing yard work in hot weather, broiling up his tender white skin. Cliff poked the rabbit, grabbing his undivided attention.

"Heya rabbit, would ya mind showin' off a little performance for the party?" he asked.

"Well sure thing!" Gary responded. "I got you covered... who is that?!"

"Meow?"

Another animal approached the rabbit and the cat at the wrong time. It was another bunny named Fiona, with a light grey tint on her fur, wearing a white dress along with a flower stapled on top. She looked like something that came completely out of a popular magazine cover. Gary and Cliff stood there, staring at the attractive rabbit in stunned silence as they were too surprised to even think.

"Oh... wow!" Cliff said in a hushed tone, uncontrollably moving his tail around. She strutted towards the two animals as their eyes were quickly taken over by hearts as they blushed at the exact same time.

"Hey there, boys." Fiona said with a smile on her face.

Oh my. Cliff and Gary were having a hard time keeping it together. They continued to stare directly at the dressed rabbit until she decided to literally snap them out of it. They shook their heads as they collected themselves for a second before they decided to make a first impression.

"Heya! Name's Clifford!" the cat said, extending his fore paw out for a shake as the lady bunny shook his paw. "But I simply go by Cliff."

"Nice name. Reminds me of something big, and red." Fiona complimented the black feline before he brushed it off like it's not that big of a deal.

"Aw, that's what they all say."

"I'm Gary!" the white bunny said, nervously stroking his head.

"Well hello there, Cliff and Gary," she said before introducing herself. "My name's Fiona. Hope that's an easy one to remember for y'all."

"Oh yes, it is." Gary said.

"It's a beautiful name ya got there." Cliff added.

"Can I ask you something, Fiona my dear?" Gary requested to a confident dressed rabbit.

"Sure, what is it?"

Gary blushed as if he were about to ask something really embarrassing. "I was wondering if you're any good with... math."

Confusion filled Fiona. "What do you mean by that?"

"Like multiplication, division, fractions, et cetera. Especially the first subject. I'm real terrible at it."

Fiona smirked. "I think you had me at the very first subject."

Her response influenced Gary's ears to perk all the way up. He was enthusiastic now that he found some bunny to help him with his basics. "Woo hoo! How about we head upstairs and you be my tutor?"

"Okay!" she said, before Gary yanked her as they both zipped up the stairs and into the hallway as the two rabbits occupied themselves into a bedroom.

"W-wait!" Cliff yelled out, before he realized it was too late to make a change. Cliff was left alone now. "Aw, dang it! Now what am I gonna do?" His anxiety built up as he scratched his feline head, trying to figure out what to do now that he assumed Gary turned down the offer.

Over in the dining room, Charles and his canine friends were having a little contest take place. The white dog and an Australian shepherd named Ajax had soda bottles ready to drink as they both made a toast to a party well thrown so far. His friends all chanted "chug" as the two dogs drank the soft beverage right down their gullets all the way until the last drop before they cheered the two on for leaving such an impression.

Charles and Ajax both let out a huge belch that filled up almost the entire room before they chucked their bottles behind them, but not before giving each other high fives before doing so.

"Nice one, Ajax!" Charles commented.

The shepherd chuckled. "You too, Charles."

Charles' determination kicked in. He wanted to see if he could outwit his friend in who had the louder belch. He smiled at the dog. "Hey! We should probably go another round! If yer up for it!"

The shepherd smirked. "What? Ya tellin' me ya can burp louder than me?"

Charles had to be confident. Win or lose, it was all about hanging out with friends and having a good time all together. "Wanna eat those words of yours, my friend? I love ta take a challenge."

The last word Charles spoke influenced Ajax to hold no qualms. He was willing enough to accept the white canine's challenge as he picked up two more bottles of soda. "You're on, dawg."

The Australian shepherd tossed another bottle to Charles before they both wagged their tails with a smirk on their faces as they made another toast.

Watterson was in the crowd of canines cheering and chanting once more. His face deep in a jar of peanut butter like he was in a dream that was too good to be true. He pulled his face out and licked some of the butter off his lips. "This is getting intense!" the little tyke said before giggling. "You can do it, Charles!"

Walt flew past the pack of cheering dogs into the living room. He performed a unique barrel roll as he locked on target with a piece of paper expertly taped onto the living room wall. That happened to be a crudely drawn picture of Connie with stink lines all over, a vile woman who worked at the Green Mile Pet Sanctuary. It was a perfect party game for Walt to unleash some of his aggression on, as well as some other animals that have been caught in her wrath.

The yellow canary's beak penetrated her chest as the other birds cheered him on. Seconds passed by before he pulled his beak out of the wall, devilishly smiling at the face of the vile woman as if he just bested her for once. "Take that, you good for nothing son of a cur!"

A blue bird named Kevin, a friend of Walt's praised the canary for the brutal insult. "Woo, you tell 'er, Walt!"

"Bwak! She's a good for nothin' cur indeed!" Puga the red-tailed black cockatoo added as he flew next to Walt, squinting his eyes in his feisty attitude.

Walt sighed in relief. "I feel a little bit better now, getting that jerk off my mind after it's been stuck inside my head for a year, four months and two weeks."

"Wow. Looks like it was totally worth it after that long! Perhaps when you see her again, you should definitely poop on her icky old uniform!" Kevin said to the canary.

"It was indeed, Kev," Walt winked before he giggled. "And I think I might just do that. A little promise I'm willing to make for you, dude!"

The group of birds laughed as one of them was up to take their aggression out on the human being. Cliff walked under them in small circles, his anxiety grew even bigger than ever, wondering what to do for a party performance.

"Aw no. What do I do, what do I do?" he mumbled over and over up until the McBride's two kittens, Cleopawtra and Nepurrtiti approached the anxious cat.

"Hey there!" the orange cat said, influencing a small jumping reaction from Cliff. "Why the anxious display?"

Cliff stared at the two felines as if this were the first conversation with each other. "...H-have we met before?"

Cleopawtra giggled. "'Fraid not!" She extended her paw, introducing herself as she hugged the nervous lavender kitten with the other. "I'm Cleopawtra, and this is my little sister, Nepurrtiti."

"Hi, mister!" Nepurrtiti greeted in her sweet voice, but not before waving to the smiling Cliff.

"Heya, little one!" Cliff greeted back with a little wave before he shook paws with the orange feline. "I'm Clifford. But I usually go by Cliff."

Cleopawtra smiled as the name of the black cat sparked a thought in her head. "Well don't you have a cute name that reminds me of somethin' big 'n red."

Cliff sighed for a quick moment before he brushed the comment off for a second time. "Aw, that's what they all say."

The feline of the Loud family was desperate for some help. "Anyway, you wanna help me out with somethin'?" he asked.

Cleopawtra thought to herself for a bit. "Well, we here hopin' for to mingle around and show off our dance moves for a little bit but sure!"

"Actually, what I'm about ta ask ya is exactly what you were plannin' ta do!" Cliff smiled.

"Oh, really? This oughta be intriguing." The cat giggled. "But quick question: can ya gals sing?"

"Most definitely, my dear Cliff!" Cleopawtra sang.

"That's purrfect! Now, we just gotta find Darin 'n David 'n see if they're down!" Cliff said. "Come along!"

Cliff lead the cats to the upstairs hallway as the trio of felines made their way to an unoccupied bedroom to plan out some ideas. "You two stay here and whip up some good rhymes," Cliff said to the two sisters as they gave him their thumbs up. "I'm gonna go look fer my two pals. Might be down there somewhere." He went back downstairs, leading back to the living room floor to find the two other cats he was looking for. There weren't any cats in the interior.

He gulped.

The feline scratched his head, wondering where they might be as he remembered them showing up about almost an hour prior. He saw a pack of dogs, along with Charles and Watterson approaching the living room to get some more of their wild moves in while they still could.

He pulled the docile white pit bull aside, in need of a quick request. "Dog, two cats! Have ya seen 'em around?"

The feline got Charles thinking now. He remembered seeing a couple felines earlier since he and his canine friends chased a couple out. "I think there's a couple outside in the back, why?"

Cliff pushed the canine aside. "Thanks!" He came sprinting towards the doggy door in the kitchen now. As he made contact with the door, he got a little surprise he wasn't expecting at all.

CRASH!

His feline face came crashing into the stationary doggy door, not even moving a single inch. He fell down to the floor as his eyes spun around like a disk jockey record. Seconds of trying to shake off the pain passed by before the kitchen door suddenly opened from the outside.

It was Cliff's feline friends. Darin, who has white and fluffy fur, and David, who also has the same appearance as Darin, only embellished with some black on his fur as he munched down on a slice of pizza. The former greeted the fallen cat after staring down at him for some seconds.

"Eh... what's down, Cliff?" he said before letting out a quick chuckle.

"This is some real good pizza." David added while his mouth was full.

Cliff gestured his paw to interrupt as if he thought he was going to pull off a joke. "Not now, Darin," he said, before he got up on his fours again. "I need yer help."

The two cats blankly glanced at each other for a short time. Perplexed expressions filled them as they turned back to the black feline.

"Help ya with what, mate?" David asked.

"Trust me," Cliff answered in little pain. "You'll see in a second."

Back in the living room, Geo was having a blast. He was spinning around on the turntables as wild house music came blasting from beneath the equipment. The animals were having a good time moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music as they chanted for the little brown hamster. Unbeknownst to every single animal inside the house, they were also in for a surprise they never saw coming.

The front door came busting open as it cued a very well placed needle scratch, causing Geo to fall off the turntables and onto the floor. That cue influenced every animal in the interior to stop doing what they're doing and shifted their attention to the front door. Everyone gasped.

Oh no!

It was the brainy baby of the house, Lily Loud.

"Poo-poo." she uttered, squinting her eyes as she crossed her arms.

Of course, not one single animal would have predicted a young little baby out of all human beings in Royal Woods to crash a party like this. Charles and Walt's hearts dropped as the two took notice of her standing there outside the front door with the feeling of disappointment presented her face. All of the animals stood there in shock as if they were caught in the act, doing something they weren't supposed to be doing. All they knew was that they were all busted, and there was nothing they could do, until the baby did something the pets never thought she would actually do at this very moment.

Lily deviously smiled at the animals as she tore her diaper clean off of her body as it rendered her completely naked, waving it around as if it were a shirt. "Party!" she happily shouted.

All the animals in the living room cheered her on thunderously as she turned out to be just as wild as they were. She waddled into the house, closing the door from behind. Charles and Walt sighed in great relief as they smiled towards each other. Though the latter was still surprised on what just happened.

"Wowza... that kid is super brave for doing that." Walt said to the dog.

"She can be real unpredictable, I'll give ya that." Charles said. "This is one big wacky family after all, bird."

"Oh, you can definitely say that again, dog." Walt said with a subtle giggle.

One of Charles' puppy friends approached him from behind with a paintbrush in her mouth and poked him on the back. It was the dog that Charles was talking about earlier in the day that can draw really great portraits free of charge for friends.

"Hey, Charles!" Rosato said with a smile but not before wagging her tail. "I have that portrait ready for ya."

Charles got his hopes up high. He was waiting for her quality work of art for a good while now assuming all the masterpieces the canine artist has presented in the past. He wagged his tail in a swift and frantic motion. "Aroooo!" the dog howled. "Show me, girl!"

Rosato walked up the stairs to the hallway, followed closely behind by Charles. Walt's bird friends, Kevin and Puga flew to the lone canary, asking him to join in on another shenanigan they're doing.

"Hey Walt, you up for another party game or not?" Kevin asked.

"Puga always up for peckin' human beings!" Puga devilishly added.

"No, not that!"

Walt answered the two birds without hesitating one second. "Alright. Does it involve imitation, pranks, or poo?"

"Come with us and find out!" Kevin smiled as he and Puga flew to the kitchen, with Walt following the other birds there from closely behind.

Upstairs, Cleopawtra and Nepurrtiti were still together in the bedroom of Lori and Leni, thinking up words to sing. The lavender kitten spotted something in the hallway that caught her attention for a few seconds. It was just a simple old sign hanging right on the doorknob with the initials D.N.D.

"Sister?" Nepurrtiti questioned.

The orange feline casually responded "What is it? You have somethin' on your mind?"

Nepurrtiti pointed to the door across the hall. "You think something's going on in there? What does it mean?"

Cleopawtra answered her sister as simple as she possibly could as she patted the lavender kitten on the head with a smirk. "I'll tell ya later when we get back to our home."

Cliff casually walked back into the room with Darin and David following from behind. "Alright lads, I got 'em here!"

"Alright, Cliffy my boy," David said. "What's all this about now?"

Cliff closed the door from behind. He cleared his throat before he inhaled and exhaled. "Okay. Here's the deal. Since no other animal here at this party were willin' ta help me out since a certain rabbit ended up ditchin' me fer solvin' math problems, I've gathered all of ya here for a rockin' performance for every animal here today."

"There's no time to explain more," Cleopawtra added. "Cause the show starts in about less than fifteen minutes!"

Cliff whipped out a notepad and a wooden pencil. "Yeah, so let's hurry up 'n make some rhymes!"

Darin lifted his paw up high in the air. He was determined to show that animals rule. "We should dedicate this little number to all the animals in the world!"

The four cats cheered as it lasted for a second before they all scratched their chins and heads. Five minutes later before silence fell between the five felines. They were completely stumped. Not one cat in the room could simply couldn't think of anything that'll catch interest.

Cliff expressed a small amount of embarrassment. "Ya guys think of somethin'?" he asked, to which the rest of the cats shook their heads horizontally. The black feline put his head down. "Oh, me neither."

More silence took place for at least a full minute for the cats until one of them actually managed to think of something good.

DING!

Nepurrtiti gasped. "I think I've got it!" the kitty said with flair, as the four cats gasped in shock as they didn't think the youngest of the bunch could come up with something.

"Really? You do?" Cleopawtra said.

"Well c'mon! Let's hear it, kid!" Cliff added with a smile.

Nepurrtiti was just about to answer when a perplexed David turned to the black cat, regarding something he mentioned earlier. "Math problems?" he confusedly asked.

The party was still going strong down in the living room. Gary and Fiona happily arrived back downstairs to catch the rest of the party in action. Half of the animals were still dancing to the house grooves as Geo kept spinning on the turntables. The disk jockey hamster wanted to try out something he hadn't done before, and that was in fact the scratch part of the turntables.

Geo jumped off one of the oscillating disks and placed two of his little paws on one of the platters. He sluggishly shifted his arms direction left and right out of shear curiosity just to see what would happen. It omitted multiple simple scratching sounds, and the animals in the crowd were taking notice.

They were slowly getting intrigued to the hamster's sudden ability to scratch. A few seconds of whistling came from the animals to show their support for what Geo did. The hamster smiled and kept the act going for a good amount of time, up until he caught sight of a naked Lily still swirling her diaper around from earlier today.

"Wow." Geo uncomfortably stated. She ended up influencing the hamster to slow down his scratching as that display of hers caught her off guard. The audience started chanting for Geo to keep going as Lily wanted to try and break dance for the animals now.

"Don't stop!"

"Never stop!"

"We love you, DJ Geo!"

He did so, only to keep his supporters in the crowd of his entertained. Lily really got down, impressing the surrounding animals with the groovy little moves she has to offer. She did a dance that originated from that annoying toy that had the appearance of a fox that came from some indie horror game the Loud siblings grew sick of. In the visions of the animals, it was like the biggest things can come in small packages.

They were all so happy for her. They filled up the living room with the sounds of oohs and ahhs as Charles, Ajax, Watterson and the rest his dog friends sat back and watched her dancing. The three animals were licking peanut butter off the jars in their paws as if they were a fast melting popsicle on a bright and sunny afternoon as a big canvas rested on a wall inches behind the pack of dogs.

Charles chuckled. "Look at that kid go!" he said while he was awestruck.

"That sure is a special child, fulla surprises if I've ever seen one." Ajax added.

"You're telling me!" Watterson said with extra flair. "I really wish I could be as talented as her!"

"So Charles," Ajax called. "Did that Rosato chick ever show up here? Haven't seen her around since we got here at this blazin' hot party!"

Charles confidently answered his friend. "She did, actually!" He turned around to flip the canvas over. "Check it!"

The white canine revealed an expertly painted portrait of Charles laying suggestively on a red couch, about to treat himself to a milk bone with a very rich flavor. The pups were speechless, as if they had never saw anything like it before. Their eyes bulged for seconds before smiles were painted on their faces. One pup in the group went as far as to bow down to the pit bull as if he had to worship him like royalty.

"Well, whatcha think?" Charles asked his canine friends.

"I... I'm well impressed." Ajax commented in awe.

"That's amazing," Watterson added as he jumped around. "However much was that commission?"

"I offered her however many milk bones I had on me." Charles answered. "Although she did think I was cute 'n charmin' so she said it was on the house."

Ajax was acting a little jealous now as he slightly tilted his head down. "No fair! I had ta pony up like five ta ten of my own milk bones just ta get one a those."

"Well dang!" Watterson reacted. "That much for a little commission?"

Charles petted his free portrait. "Well kid, true art takes a whole lotta time ta whip up." he answered the little white fluffball. "And ya gotta pay up if ya ever want somethin' this majestic!" he winked at him with a big smile on his face.

Geo was still scratching on the turntables like he was a master at it on the first attempt. Lily waddled over to the equipment, giggling as if she was in a land of happiness. She noticed the hamster still scratching the surface of the platter before she wanted to give it a shot herself.

She touched the exact same turntable as Geo quickly took notice of this. "Turn!" she said. He broke a sweat as he nervously smiled at the naked infant before she shifted the platter left and right, dragging Geo around as he held onto the edge of the surface.

The giggling infant was having fun as she persistently scratched the surface before she spun it around like a top. Geo was close to feeling dizzy from holding on to the platter for a while now. He lost his puny little grip as he was involuntarily thrown into the crowd of animals, one of which were willing to catch him as he fell.

The catch was clearly successful to Gary. He gladly hoisted the hamster up in the air as they got him to surf the crowd of animals as they showered him with their applause and cheers.

Geo was surprised at how it escalated to something good for him. It might have been somewhat unintentional for the child to fling the hamster, but he was satisfied nonetheless. He turned to a smiling Lily Loud, and game her two thumbs up.

The child raised both of her hands as she bopped her head to the rhythm of the music. "Turn!" she yelled.

A couple animals in the crowd yelled back to her. "Up!" they said. They kept the act going for some seconds until the music stopped along with the crowd, complete with a needle scratch as an animal somewhere in the crowd said something regarding an event in the party.

"Hey wait a minute! Isn't there supposed to be a performance starting in a few minutes?"

Charles grew a little paranoid. "Uh-oh," he uttered. He might have thought about stalling for some extra time, but given his somewhat lazy nature at times, he wouldn't take the time to do so. "Where's that dang cat?"

The group of felines, Cliff, Cleopawtra, Nepurrtiti, Darin, and David all rushed down the stairs as quick as they could with slight anxious expressions as if they were going to miss something very important. They all stood from behind the crowd as the leader of the group grabbed everyone's attention as he waved his arms around.

"Don'tcha worry!" Cliff yelled. "The Feline Fever show's about ta start in a few seconds!"

The animals in the room all turned their attention to the felines as they stared blankly at them before Cleopawtra walked to his side with a determined smile. "Don't y'all stare at us like that!" she said. "We're here to groove those animal tails ya'll got up in here!"

"Who's ready for an awesome performance?" Nepurrtiti sheepishly added.

"This one's for all the animals in the world!" Darin and David raised their voices loud. The animals all responded to the very last line from the group of cats with loud cheers all around.

"Well it's about time..." an animal said irritably in the crowd.

Cliff equipped a microphone in his pointy ears as well as the rest of the felines in the living room. They were all ready to put on a performance that no animal at the party would ever forget. "Yo DJ!" he said as he pointed over to Lily at the turntables. "Lay down the wildest tune ya got!" She gave a thumbs up to the feline with a determined little smiled on her face before she turned on a slow, swing jazz themed song that's currently on the deck.

"Wild and Wonderful"

It became a tribute musical number for all the living mammals in the household. It was time to bring the house down, animal style.

The animals were getting into the groove of the rhythm, bopping their heads in sync as the group of felines stood tall and proud on their hind legs. They stepped their paws to the beat of the tune as the crowd drew interest to the cats. They began to hype it up for the cats before Cliff strutted forward with a smile as he's about to deliver some last minute rhymes.

"Cats scratchin' tower posts, 'n dogs chompin' on derrieres, It's all just a part of our own nature." he sang.

"Oh yeah, cat!" Charles appealed, wagging his tail as he smiled in the process before Cliff popped up and placed his paw around the dog.

"Now Charles, such docility, the best doggone pit bull terrier,"

The feline crossed his arms. n' Cliff, that's me on the other paw, my love grows even greater!"

Charles blushed, brushing the back of his head. "Aw, shucks!"

Walt flew back into the living room. He got startled a bit as he took notice of Cliff popping up as he resumed the singing. "Walt may be all short-tempered,"

"Hey!" Walt angrily exclaimed.

"...but he's got a good heart at best,"

Walt lightened up as the latter line influenced a smile. The cat bent down in front of a smiling Geo, delivering a line just for him. "n' Geo ol' pal he's on a roll, but ain't he such a cute creature?"

Those last two words put an indefinite smile on the hamster's face. He turned to every animal in the crowd, with paws high up in the air. "We're showin' how much we all care, just to help avoid feelin' all depressed,"

Lastly, the feline turns to the reader. "It's why we're singin' this silly tune," he placed a paw on the computer screen. "...and it's all big thanks to ya, reader!"

The animals went nuts. They were impressed by Cliff's ability to sing and deliver some meaningful rhymes about his pals in the Loud house. Needle scratches galore as it switched the tempo up a bit to a house genre, but it also still kept the jazz theme intact. An unique yet epic sounding saxophone solo ensued during the break in the musical number.

The crowd kept cheering for the cats as the performance was going great so far. But the fun was just getting started for everyone in the house. During the short break between the performance, Charles and Cliff took the spotlight as the four felines watched with enthusiasm. They busted some dance moves in the center of the room together, leaving the crowd insanely impressed with their amplified abilities. Watterson was so impressed, he really had to comment on their dancing.

"Unbelievable!"

"Ke-ke-ke-keep it goin'!"

The dancing lasted for a good ten seconds or so before Cleopawtra jump in front of the action, picking up where Cliff last left off but not before stroking her fur. "We're animals, we know we rule, we got our number made of jazz," she sang as the lavender kitty jumped on top of her sister.

"We do whatever we wanna do, as well as kick seats of yer own pants!" she jumped up real high as she performed a karate kick in midair.

Darin and David approached the crowd as they all backed away from the feline duo as if they were somewhat contagious. "When ya see us comin', ya better watch out, cuz the pets are here to rock yer day, n' we assure ya this ain't a dream," Cleopawtra, Nepurrtiti and Cliff joined together. "So this is what we gotta say!"

The two feline sisters continued towards the buildup as the group oscillated their torso and faces, facing the crowd. "Withered ol' farmsteads, but got a roof over our heads," they said, before the male felines joined in, hitting notes with flair. We'd rather take the latter instead!"

Cliff and his male feline friends danced the shuffle in almost perfect unison as he continued the rest of the last minute musical number. "We're wild and wonderful, always makin' the best of life," The females ran towards each other only to perform backflips that left the crowd of animals even more impressed. The role of being the house pet, just make friends!"

"Go, cats!" Charles and Geo chanted. Walt was actually so into it that he whistled in support to how good it turned out to be so far.

"We're the best darn animals around now," Cliff sang as Cleopawtra and Nepurrtiti popped up from behind. "Not once did we had a strife,"

Darin and David joined in all together to deliver the last line of the song. The five felines came closer to one another as they hit more notes. With friendship, big hearts, it never ever eeeennnds!"

The saxophone in the end closed out the song, influencing the cats to execute a pose of their choice with a smile.

Song Finished

It went off without a hitch, not one awkward moment in sight. Every animal in the house cheered once more to a performance well done, despite being whipped up at the very last minute, but nobody but the cats knew that. It lasted for seconds as Charles and the rest of his friends howled loudly, wagging their tails frantically as well as Watterson barking in a good mood. DJ Lily clapped it up as she giggled.

"That was awesome!"

"We love you, Feline Fever!"

The cats blushed. They were all surprised that they managed to pull something like this off in such a short time, and especially on the first go too. If anything, it was like an academy record to them.

"Thank y'all fer comin' today!" Cliff said to the crowd.

"We couldn't have done it without y'all's support!" Cleopawtra added.

"We love you too!" Nepurrtiti happily said.

It was at this very moment that out of nowhere, the telephone rang loudly in the living room. It caught everyone off guard as it influenced them to stop making noises as they all listened to the sound of the telephone ringing right in their earlobes. They all wondered who could it be on the line right now.

"Hey, who's that callin'?"

"Who could that be?"

"Somebody go answer it!"

There was only one way to find out. It could be the Louds, the parents of the household, or someone they literally don't even know. Whoever it may be, somebody had to answer that landline.

Charles walked over to the telephone. He hesitated for a quick second to exhale as it still rang loud in his ears. He finally knocked the handset off the device's cradle as there was chatter coming through the speakers. It was the eldest sibling of the bunch, the social media loving Lori Loud asking if the parents were home already.

To no answer for quite a few seconds, the dog finally responded as he barked into the phone. Lori immediately responded to the dog, saying get the parents to call her back when they arrive at the house in a few minutes. The call ended from there as Charles hung the phone back up.

Silence filled the entire house as the crowd nervously looked over to Charles now. It was like waiting for a status update on a tense situation.

Cliff asked the white canine a question out of curiosity. "Who was that?" he asked.

Charles sat there quietly. "Humans are about to arrive at this house in a few minutes." he answered. Every single animal had no idea what to do from this point. They knew that the party was all wrapped up the minute the word "human" was mentioned. There was silence all around yet again, until the canine of the house suddenly shouted "Everyone clear the house!"

Animal chatter filled the room as they all pitched in to tidy up the room. These animals knew that teamwork was the way to go if they wanted to complete something faster. They picked up discarded pizza slices, soda bottles, and wasted pet treats on the floor as they took turns throwing them away in a trash bag. Walt looked out the living room window, on the lookout for anyone on the driveway while Lily, Hops, Fangs, and Gary all headed upstairs, attempting to get out of the situation.

"Go, go, go!" Charles commanded as if he was portraying a sergeant in an army. He was on two legs, sweeping the floor without a problem up until he noticed some animals attempting to get out the front door, but Charles was quick to rectify that problem. "No! The back, ya guys!"

In the kitchen, Cliff offered leftover food and drinks for the road as the crowd was willing enough to accept his offer. "Take it! It's all fer ya! On the house! Enjoy it!" Once the last animal was outside, Cliff quickly closed the kitchen door shut. He wiped of his forehead, sighing in relief. "Phew!"

Vanzilla was up on the driveway now. They didn't have much time left from this point onward. "Hurry! They're here!" Walt warned the pets.

Charles stopped in the middle of sweeping as the house looked clean and tidy again like it was before the party. He threw the brush to the side. "Woo, that's a relief!" His stomach growled. "Speakin' of relief..." He rushed upstairs to the bathroom.

Cliff, Geo and Walt zipped to the front door before it opened up all the way, revealing Rita and Lynn Sr. at the doorway. The animals smiled sheepishly as if they haven't done anything naughty. The father of the house caught noise of something upstairs.

"What is that noise?" he said, causing the pets to glance toward each other as the humans walked upstairs in front of Luna and Luan's room. The animals followed them upstairs as their curiosity got the better of them.

Lynn Sr. opened the door for a surprise that nobody say coming. The room was filled with dozens of baby rabbits, and an embarrassed Gary to add as he popped up from Luan's hat. The parents mouths agape, even the pets were shocked from this reveal. Charles approached the group, also surprised from this event. This caught the father off-guard, he could barely talk.

"Luan's... b-b-bunny... he's... is..." he stuttered. It was too much for him, including his wife. They both fainted as they both fell backwards together. The pets stared on at Gary as they took a huge gulp, while Cliff was extremely angry at the white hare. He now realized this was all a ruse just to get abandoned.

Gary hesitated trying to come up with a good excuse. "I swear, I was just doing math!"

Arms crossed, the cat sarcastically responded "Sure ya were."

~End~

Trivia

 * This is by far, the longest story of the series to date.
 * This marks the first time the series has a musical number.
 * This story marks the first appearance of many pets, including Watterson, Cleopawtra, Nepurrtiti, Hops, Fangs, and Izzy.
 * Ready Radbears Pizza is a parody of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza from Five Nights at Freddy's.
 * Cliff's full name reminding people of something big and red references Clifford the Big Red Dog.
 * The pet's friends are named after some of the Loud House staff. Specifically, Darin McGowan, Kevin Sullivan, Miguel Puga, Jordan Rosato, and David Teas.
 * Charles' friend Ajax is the name of Jordan Rosato's german shepherd.
 * If you were to take Walt's line of "one year, four months and two weeks", it's a subtle callback to when Pets Peeved aired in the US.
 * The female hare in this story is named after Canadian comic book artist, Fiona Staples.
 * The story's title was chosen from the Loud House fanfiction server.
 * The ending of this story was suggested by MuppetSpot.
 * This story is dedicated to MuppetSpot, LoudAutomata16, Froggy03, WNH74, Dustin-James_Lee, Goth Loli and Jaylop97.