[Lincoln and his friends are hanging out at Gus' Games and Grub, but before they're about to enjoy their spaghetti pizza, Leni and her friends: Fiona, Miguel, Jackee and Mandee arrive]
Ooh! Lincoln, isn't that your sister?
[notices her brother] Hey, Lincoln! It's like, totes packed in here. Mind if we share your booth?
LLincoln
Well, it's already… [Leni and her friends end up squeezing in] Full.
[gasps] Is that spaghetti pizza?
LLincoln
Oh. Well, I guess. [the teens devour the whole pizza] So, what are you guys doing here?
Yeah, don't you guys usually hang out at the mall?
Usually. But Dim Yum is closed.
Yeah, but the skee-ball is open! Come on, let's play some games!
[The teens leave the table and go to the arcade]
[offended] They ate all of our pizza. Now they're playing all of our games?
[Screen pans to Leni and her friends having fun playing games]
Y'all, they're takin' over this place like skeeters on a sugar sucker.
LLincoln
Guys, it's okay. It's only for an afternoon. We can still have fun.
[Miguel lands a high score on skee-ball and his friends celebrate until Rusty, Zach and Stella approach]
Mind if I get next? I don't get A's very often.
Sorry, dude. Miguel's gonna be here for a while. He's on a roll.
Only 10,000 more tickets and he has enough to win the Rip Hardcore Waffle Iron!
TTeens
[singing] Waffles!
I've been saving up my tickets for years trying to win that! [sulks sadly]
[Outside of Gus', Lincoln is trying to convince Leni and her friends to stop hanging out]
I'm really sorry, Lincoln, but Gus' is the only hangout that works for all of my friends.
[Fiona, Miguel, Jackee and Mandee all nod in agreement]
LLincoln
Seriously? There's nowhere else? What about the Burpin' Burger?
[offended] How dare you? I'm recently vegetarian.
LLincoln
Okay, what about the Burnt Bean?
LLincoln
Leni, we're done with you (and your friends) hanging out here!
Yeah, now get! Don't make me huck any more ice at y'all.
The baby rocks was you? Not cool, Lincoln.
[now annoyed] Yeah, if you're gonna pull dirty tricks, there's no way we're leaving.
[translating Nacho's language] Ever since Flip found the label, he's been attempting to call and ask her (out) to dinner. But he keeps chickening out.
Hey, chickening out is a bit harsh.
LLincoln
Flip, you can totally do this. There's nothing to be afraid of.
LLincoln
[as Mayor Davis gives him a button that reads…] "Honorary Jr. Mayor?" Thanks, Mayor Davis.
MDMayor Davis
It's the least I can do since you're helping to save the town.
LLincoln
So do I get to play your keyboard?
MDMayor Davis
[plays buzzing sound on her keyboard] Don't push it, kid. Okay, time to hear ideas to save Royal Woods!
DWDemolition Worker #1
That kid with the white hair is right! This town is special, and so is my town!
DWDemolition Worker #2
And so is mine. No town deserves to be flooded by you. Get your promotion some other way, Crandall. We don't want a sixth lake.
JJoyce
[groans] You bunch of babies! Ugh! Come on, Donna, we'll do it ourselves.
I don't know. Might not be the best look to flood a precious small town on live television.
This is Katherine Mulligan, covering the destruction of my town in HD-
JJoyce
[yanks Katherine away; chuckles] I mean, I would never flood this beautiful town. [waves] Hi, Mom, happy birthday.
Todd: Call for you.
OOversecretary
[on phone] Joyce, this is the Oversecretary. I saw everything. Bulldozing a perfectly good town on live TV? YOU'RE FIRED!
[Joyce screams in agony and defeat]
[comforting her] There, there.
LLincoln
We did it! Royal Woods is saved!
LLincoln
[as Chandler blocks his view with a giant cardboard of his head] Huh? Chandler, do you mind?!
[Chandler snickers evilly]
What kind of run is that, Loud? Looks more like an emu trotting across the outback.
[annoyed] Oh, great. Scoots.
[The Louds return home later that evening and enter through the kitchen as Lynn storms upstairs in frustration to her and Lucy's room after being heckled and criticized by Scoots]
I've never seen Lynn freeze up like that. I hope she doesn't take it too hard. [proven wrong when loud thundering is heard from upstairs; worriedly] Oh, no! She's rage-lifting again! And those sound like 50-pounders.
[imitating buzzer] Correction: 60-pounders.
LLincoln
Uh… I'll go talk to her.
[Lincoln and Lynn watch the footage their father accidentally recording one of the three judges criticizing Lola's ribbon routine performance]
JJudge
[on footage; disgruntled] Ugh. Just a rehash of her ribbon dance of the Little Miss Miss Thing Pageant. Excuse me while I yawn.
[on footage] Oh, boy. Where's the ding-dang-darn erase button?!
LLynn
Okay, so maybe Lola has a critic, too. How's that supposed to help me?
LLincoln
I thought you might say that. What if I could show that it's not just Lola, it's everyone in our family.
LLynn
Fine. If it'll keep the emus out of my head, I'll give you a chance. But, if you're wrong, I get to give you 100 noogies.
LLincoln
[nervously] Is there any room for negotiation? [Lynn snorts while punching her fist] Okay, and we're moving on.
[Cut to the Burnt Bean; Lincoln and Lynn eavesdrop when they hear the manager criticizing Luna and the Moon Goats' performance as they play "My Band"]
BBBurnt Bean Manager
Ugh! This group sounds worse than my grandma's piccolo band. And you call that foam?
[While the Louds are eating spaghetti and meatballs for dinner at the dining room table that evening…]
[impressed] Wow, that's your sixth plate tonight, honey. You must be feeling better.
LLynn
Oh, yeah. Thanks to this guy. [points to her brother, with everyone looking at him] He helped me see that I shouldn't make such a big deal about having a critic. Everyone has 'em, especially you guys.
I think you mean everybody but me. [chuckles]
LLynn
Well, no. You have that one judge who says your ribbon routine is weaksauce. Oh, wait, no, no, wait, no, no. Lame. No, no, wait. What was the word she used, Lincoln?
LLynn
Bingo. There it is. [Lola whimpers and sulks in disappointment] Relax. It's not just you. Lincoln pointed out that you all have a hater. Tell 'em.
LLincoln
Sure. Well, Luna, the Burnt Bean manager thinks her grandma's piccolo band is better than the Moon Goats. [Luna sulks in dismay; to Luan] Luan, one user thinks you're about as funny as a stubbed toe. [Luan sulks in sorrow; to his father] Dad, Mr. Grouse thinks you should stick to lasagnas. [to his mother] Mom, one reader said your advice ruined her life. [to Lisa] And Lisa, some scientists are really over Todd.
[Lynn Sr., Rita and Lisa all sulk in distress, one by one]
LLynn
Knowing you guys all have critics sure made me feel better. Linky, can you pass the salt?
[Later, throughout the night… the Louds have trouble sleeping after Lincoln exposed their critics]
[gnawing on her bed sheets] Piccolos…
[bolting out of bed] I ruined her life!
Stick to lasagna… [attempts to leave, but falls off the bed]
[Later that evening… The criticized Louds barge in as they return home, all incredibly outraged and chew Lincoln out from being hallucinated by their critics]
Why did you have to tell us about our haters, dude?
Now we're all freezing up!
LLincoln
Look, I'm sorry I told you guys about your critics. I was just trying to help Lynn.
LLynn
[punches a hole in the front door; irately] Stinkoln! [opens the door and enters the house, grumbling]
LLincoln
[nervously] I hope that's a happy "Stinkoln."
LLynn
Your dumb "cure" didn't cure me! Scoots heckled me some more and now I've got emu legs again! Wasn't even at a game, it was at the mall food court!
LLincoln
Lynn, why are you paying attention to Scoots? [to his family] Why are any of you paying attention to those people? It doesn't matter what they say.
It's easy for you to say! You don't have to deal with it!
You just go around ruining lives!
[They all leave the living room, annoyingly disgusted]
[As Lincoln and the criticized Louds watch footages of him being criticized by Chandler McCann…]
LLynn
[surprised] Dude, that Chandler's a real jerk.
LLincoln
Yeah, he is. But he doesn't bother me, and that's the whole point. I mean, at first he really got to me, but the more I ignored him, the easier it got. Plus, why should I care what he has to say? I'm doing what I love. And that's all that matters.
[The Louds smile at each other and forgive Lincoln for chewing him out, understanding they knew he was trying to help Lynn after all]
And if you can handle Chandler, I think we can handle our critics. Right, everyone?
The Doo Dads are Doo Dead. We are Raging Bolhofners! (The newly dubbed Raging Bolhofners start playing aggressive music)
LCLincoln and Clyde
WHAT?!
(The force of the aggressive music is so strong, that it pushes the customers away while Mr. Bolhofner screams unintelligibly into the microphone)
(The crowd flees the restaurant in fear, not wanting to deal with the Raging Bolhofners’ style; Upon seeing this, Lincoln decides what he must do to help his father)
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