Greetings, fans of the macabre.
Lucy Loud here.
It's the most wonderful time of year.
I am, of course, talking about Halloween.
The only time my parents don't ask me
to put away my coffins and skeletons
when they see them in the living room.
Goth perks.
To celebrate,
I'll be sharing my family's top ten scariest moments
with a few excerpts from my poetry book.
This spooky countdown starts up when...
I tell this tale of number ten.
Uh, it doesn't look so bad.
Thanks for the encouraging pat, buddy.
You too.
That's not me.
Boo!
[screaming]
[grunting]
Whoops.
This is my fault.
I gave you too much fright too soon.
It's okay.
You m-m-meant well.
We'll dial the scares back a little for round two.
[sighing]
Some of my best work.
Let's keep reading.
Number nine features a spector's host,
when Lola encounters a spooky ghost.
Ready, everyone?
I have a feeling the ghosts will be very active this evening.
Spirits, give us a sign you are amongst us.
I said, give us a sign.
Ooh.
Our spirit must be in that crypt.
Ooh.
I'll go inside and coax it out.
I swear, If its principal Huggins again, I'm outta here.
Quick, Fangs. Costume me.
Lola Loud.
I was once a young and beautiful pageant queen like you.
I must devour your youthful essence.
[screaming]
[gasping]
[groaning]
[screaming]
Shriek.
Gasp!
You'll notice a theme for story number eight.
Eight legs and eight eyes for my sister to hate.
[talking]
I'll miss you, Frank, but I'm glad things
are gonna be back to normal around here.
Twenty, twenty one, twenty two...
[screaming]
Spiders!
Gasps, cobwebs, the perfect Halloween decoration.
I'll have to get some while I'm up here.
My next poem tells the story of two pranksters
with a fear of their own. Ahem.
When bullies run wild on Old Hollow's Eve,
it was up to us to get them to leave.
The crimes you have committed this night,
shan't go unpunished.
You reap what you sow.
[screaming]
Blood!
I'm gonna puke!
If you're gonna puke, I'm gonna puke!
[screaming]
We're not comin' back here... again!
You got tricks.
Hmm. Next time I'm adding more fake blood to my scythe.
I should go get it from the fridge before dad finds it.
[screaming]
Too late.
Seriously?
I will get you.
[screaming]
Who said that?
I will get you.
Another cup of tea.
Ugh. Get a grip, Lincoln.
It's just a doll.
Ahh! Uhh!
[grunting]
[screaming]
The harvester!
Lincoln! Come back up!
I just remembered the pumpkins aren't in the basement!
The basement. One of my happy places.
Just like this attic.
Here's a preview of our next spooky moment.
While at college, Lori soon discovered
spirits were present who roamed and hovered.
[squealing]
What... is... happening?
[squealing]
Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh!
Hmm!
I know, I know. Shh!
[screaming]
[squealing]
[screaming]
It wasn't me! Ow.
It's just nerves.
A little iced tea, a little lemonade, and I will be fine.
Hello? Anyone here?
I just wanted to get an Arnold Palmer.
[screaming]
I'm sorry!
I think I would make a good spirit.
My family says I already have the haunting down.
I'm trying to write here.
What are you doing?
You forgot me.
Nice going.
Nah. I don't really see it.
Haunting is also the theme of my next poem.
Without permission,
Lola did steal a doll of mine that made her squeal.
[screaming]
Rosie! How did you get back up here?
I put you in the crawlspace!
Maybe I just dreamed it.
Yeah, it was probably that cheese I ate right before bed.
Always gives me, nightmares.
[whimpering]
You saw nothing.
[whimpering]
[giggling]
I know.
And it's like just because you have a beautiful mane,
does not make you the fashion police.
Am I right? I'm right.
[giggling]
[screaming]
What are you doing here?
I buried you!
And that was not a cheese dream!
[gasping]
You're haunted!
[quivering]
Of course you are.
You belong to Lucy.
Well, my little friend...
you picked the wrong person to haunt!
The only thing better than a Victorian doll is a haunted one.
Actually, a haunted anything is always better.
This next poem is one of my favorites.
Two pranksters came by to stop all our fun.
So, Luna sang a song to make them both run.
♪ When darkness falls ♪
♪ On the house of Loud ♪
♪ Around every turn ♪
♪ New terror abounds ♪
♪ You don't want to Lose your head ♪
[laughing]
♪ You can run ♪
♪ But you can't hide ♪
♪ They know that you Taste better alive ♪
♪ I don't think that They've been fed ♪
♪ In a long, long time ♪
♪ Every corner every door ♪
♪ Watch out they Ain't herbivores ♪
♪ Ghastly ghouls out for blood ♪
♪ Sorry bud, you got tricked ♪
♪ You got tricked ♪
♪ You got punked and pranked ♪
♪ With a spooky twist ♪
♪ Before you wet your pants ♪
♪ Better get out quick ♪
♪ Tricked, tricked, tricked ♪
♪ You got tricked ♪
♪ Beware of fangs And bloody fur ♪
♪ A Loud House Chainsaw massacre ♪
♪ There's no chance That you'll get out ♪
♪ Ghost writing your eulogy ♪
♪ Heads are rolling literally ♪
♪ So who needs Their mommy now? ♪
♪ Spilling guts on the floor ♪
♪ Clean up on aisle four ♪
♪ Why you running off so soon? ♪
♪ Sorry dude, you got tricked ♪
♪ You got tricked ♪
♪ You got punked and pranked ♪
♪ With a spooky twist ♪
♪ Before you wet your pants ♪
♪ Better get out quick ♪
♪ Trick, trick, tricked ♪
♪ You got... tricked ♪
I have a few ideas for this year's maze.
I should call Dante
and see if he still has that snake in a jar.
Only a few poems left.
When the boys awake slowly from resting their heads,
they find royal woods swarming with the walking undead.
This is weird. Come on.
[panting]
Mr. Grouse!
His place is empty too, and it looks like he left in a hurry.
[gasping]
Hmm. Empty houses, abandoned streets, no power.
If I didn't know better, I'd swear we woke up
in a zombie apocalypse.
Ha! That's funny. It does kind of look like it.
The only thing missing is an actual...
[gasping]
[groaning]
[gulping]
Zombie!
Run!
[screaming]
The time has come for our scariest moment.
I can hardly contain my excitement.
Lincoln and Clyde try to make their way through...
a haunted house on a dare by Chandler and crew.
[creaking]
After you.
[gulping]
Sure is dark in here.
[laughing]
[screaming]
We'll go this way. You chumps go that way.
See you chickens at the exit.
[screaming]
[growling]
[screaming]
[gasping]
Brains.
[screaming]
We gotta find that bail out door!
My thoughts exactly!
[screaming]
I leave you with one last poem.
I hope you've enjoyed these moments of fright.
Have a happy and terrifying Halloween night.