LLola
(angrily) I can't believe my very own baby sister is trying to steal my place in the spotlight! Look at this ad! (shows Mr. Sprinkles the ad) I know, Mr. Sprinkles! I'm just as horrified as you are!
(Leni enters)
Hey, Lols, can I get my magazine back? I wanna read it on the... (Lola angrily screams and throws the magazine across the room) bus to work.
LLola
(waving her arms in anger) AHHHH!!! Sorry, Leni, It's not you. I'm just so frustrated right now.
Awww! Let's talk after I get home! Everyone has to be at the store early to help set up for Reininger's Cutest Kid auditions.
LLola
It's no fair! That crown ice cream should be ours!
[The Loud twins screech to a stop when they see Liam's twin goats fighting over his shirt and they flee]
[emerges from the bushes, shirtless, chasing after them] Hey, wait up, fellers!
At least we didn't get disqualified for fighting, right?
LLola
[gets an idea] Fight clause! Lana, maybe there's a way we can still win! Cheryl and Meryl just need to start bickering, and Auntie Pam will make us the Double Trouble twins!
But how do we know they'll fight?
LLola
Because you and I are going to make them.
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.
LLola
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.
We did it! Royal Woods is saved!
[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.
LLola
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.
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]
LLola
[snorts] Uninspired.
[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!
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]
[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!
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!
LLola
You just go around ruining lives!
[They all leave the living room, annoyingly disgusted]
Hey, Dad, what if we took over the restaurant tonight?
Aw, that's sweet of you guys, but a night alone's a big responsibility.
LLola
[giggles] We know this place like the back of our flawless hands! [takes off her right glove and notices something] Ew! Time for a mani.
C'mon, Lynn. They can do it.
[The siblings agree]
Luan. Guess I'll find someone else to perform with me, to a packed house.
LLola
A packed house? You mean people really come to your shows?
Yep, and this time it would be YOUR show, just like your pageants. You'd be the star!
LLola
(Slides back downstairs; excitedly) You'd be the star is my FAVORITE sentence ever! (Jumps into Luan's arms) You got yourself a dummy!
[After a long day of doing fisherman-related chores, the Loud kids sit at a campfire as Leonard plays accordion]
LLola
Well, who's gonna start?
[The siblings do Nose Goes, and Lily is the last to react]
[sighs] Dang it. [approaches Leonard] Gramps?
[chuckles] Yes, little minnow?
Fishy stuff no fun. Bad for camp.
[stops playing] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whaddya mean?
Gramps, dude, what Lily's trying to say is that all that fisherman stuff was great, when you were a fisherman.
But it's not so great for a camp. You have to make people wanna come here.
[After a series of flashbacks of the Loud siblings breaking the vase Lynn Sr. and Rita got on their wedding by giving them an increasing time of grounding…]
If Mom and Dad find out we broke the vase again, we'll definitely be grounded for the whole year.
Can't we just get rid of it?
[imitates buzzer] They'd noticed. In case you haven't heard, it was a wedding gift.
That vase has been nothing but a pox on this house.
LLola
Ugh! I wish Mom and Dad never got this heinous thing in the first place!
[to Lisa] Are you thinking what I am thinking?
[Two minutes later, the siblings are all gathered in Lisa and Lily's room]
Siblings, I figured out a way to save our collective gluteus maximi. A while back, I unlocked the secret of time travel. I swore to never use it again, but desperate times call for desperate measures. My plan is simple: I'll travel back to the day of Mom and Dad's wedding. There, I'll prevent our parental units from ever receiving the vase. In layman's terms, no vase, no grounding. Any questions?
[raises her hand] Yeah… I've got one, brain box. Won't removing the vase affect the fabric of the space-time continuum?
Actually, that is a highly perceptive question.
And I am stunned, quite frankly, it came out of your mouth. [Lola nudges Lynn in return while giggling] But don't worry, I have done the requisite calculations. I found that swapping the vase with another gift -- in this case, a mundane, gently used toaster -- would have the least impact on the space-time continuum.
[shocked to see all her siblings in the back seats] How in Galileo's micrometer did you get here?!
We snuck into the back seat when you weren't looking. You have terrible peripheral vision.
We wanna help you with the mission.
LLola
And I'm not one to miss a party.
Fine… Since you're here, you can help me find the vase. But remember, it's crucial that we get it, swap it, and get out without being seen. Let's roll!
[The Louds, Pop-Pop, and Myrtle are all in the dining room, playing a game of Settlers of Cat-Land during their family game night]
Okay, Lola, do you have a scratching post to trade for a bag of litter and some catnip?
LLola
[chuckles] Oh, sweetie. You have to do better than that. I'm not trading for anything less than a diamond-encrusted cat collar.
Lola, take it easy on Myrtle. It's her first family game night.
Oh, I don't mind. I'm just so happy to be included.
[sits on Lola's bed] Lola, sweetie, it seems like your sweet tooth is getting out of hand. Maybe it's another time to take a little break from treats.
LLola
A little break from treats? [scoffs] Please. It's not like I need to have a problem at all.
You're eating a lollipop anyhow.
LLola
What? [removes a lollipop from her mouth which she is indeed eating] Who put that there?
Aw, yeah, baby! Another time to carb load before the big game!
LLola
[throws the French toast away and grabs Lynn by the collar; threateningly] You're either with me or against me, Lynn!
Alright! Breakfast on the floor! You gals finally listened to me!