C3Classmate #3
Hey, Lincoln. What you doing at Jean Juan's French-Mex Buffet?
I'm just here with family… friends… I mean, family friends.
C3Classmate #3
Isn't that Ronnie Anne?
No. I mean, maybe. I didn't know she was here.
C3Classmate #3
Hey, are those khakis? [gasps] You're wearing date pants!
C2Classmate #2
I knew it! Ronnie Anne is your girlfriend!
She is not my girlfriend! Guys, I already told you! Ronnie Anne is rude, and gross, and totally annoying! I'd rather lick the bathroom floor and kiss that weirdo!
[Lori and Bobby are extremely angry at Lincoln for insulting Ronnie Anne for the second time in a row]
Ronnie Anne, wait! There's something I've gotta say. Can I have everyone's attention, please? I've said some pretty horrible things about a girl who deserves a lot better. Ronnie Anne, you're really cool, and funny, and I've had an awesome time hanging out with you tonight. But as my sister Lori once told me, actions speak louder than words. So, instead of telling you how great I think you are, well... [Lincoln pulls Ronnie Anne onto the podium and kisses her on the lips]
He looks okay, but we better check him.
[checks Lincoln's temperature with a scanner] 986 degrees? He's good. Let him go.
Will someone please tell me what the heck is going on?!
Haven't you heard? This morning our house became infested with an acute, febrile, contagious virus. Or, as it's known on the street, the flu.
With 13 Louds packed into 1200 square feet, when someone gets sick, it spreads like the plague. We're not just talking flu, we're talking...a zombie apocalypse!
[After performing "That's What Christmas is All About"]
Merry Christmas, Mr. Grouse.
We all chipped in and got you something.
[Lincoln gives him the present]
So you can go see your family for Christmas tomorrow.
And since you can't be with them tonight... [Rita and Lynn Sr. finally reveal their faces] ...we're bringing our family to you.
LOUDS! [in a warmer tone] You've made this the best Christmas ever. Thank you. I'd say you all landed permanent spots on Santa's nice list.
Even you. [Lola hugs Mr. Grouse's leg]
Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone inside!
Lucy, wait. We're sorry we pushed you so hard.
We got a little too excited when you said you wanted to be normal and regular, like us. But you're not those things. You're Lucy Loud. You're perfect just the way you are. And we love you.
Sigh. There's no need to apologize. I know you were just trying to help, and I thank you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go sit in the dark. That always cheers me up.
Just another minute, Lucy! Hang on, Lola. [Picks up the other toys and drops the balls] Whoops! [Lily cries] No no no no no! Wait! It's all okay. Shh, shh! [Bitey climbs into his pant leg and makes him trip over the ball. The other girls gather around Clyde and demand that he help with his problems. He takes out his fanny pack] JUST TAKE THE COOKIES! [The girls see the cookies and chase after them as Clyde runs downstairs]
[runs into Lori] L-L-L-L-Lori? [gets a nosebleed and passes out]
[Clyde comes to his own senses]
Clyde! Talk to me, buddy. What happened back there?
What? How is that possible? You're the most caring person I know and you make great cookies.
It's the confidence I'm struggling with. [panicking] What if I give bad crush advice, and my future sibling gets their heart broken? Or what if I can't choreograph a ribbon dance, and they drop out of school and start holding up convenience stores? I'm going to be a terrible big brother!
CLYDE! [shakes Clyde] You're spiraling! You can do this. Just get out there and try again.
I can't, Lincoln! I don't have the confidence you do. And I never will.
It's okay, buddy. How about we just forget the whole training thing and play some video games?
I'll just go grab us some snacks.
Ooh! When did we put a mirror in the living room?
That's not a mirror, that's me! Now go take your dress back!
What?! No! You take yours back!
[End flashback]
That's it? You gotta be kidding me! Clyde and I wear the same shirt on picture day, and we didn't care.
It's a sister thing. You wouldn't understand.
Well let's go help them work it out So we can have our house back. [Lynn stops him with her hockey stick] Oof!
Negative. In this family, we have a sister fight protocol: butt out, and let them resolve it on their own.
Yeah? Well I have a protocol, too! Which is I don't like pooping in a bucket! [enters Lori and Leni's room] Hey guys. Now look, I know you've been having a little problem.
But I think I can settle this.
Leni, why don't you just return the dress? Lori once said blue makes you look washed out anyway.
Okay, okay. I'm just spitballing here. Lori, why don't you return the dress? Leni says taffeta makes you look like Aunt Ruth. And who wants that? Am I right?
So, what do you say? Ready to hug it out?
We already hugged it out! We were fine! But now that I know that she thinks I look like Aunt Ruth, we are definitely not fine!
You insulted my skin tone! Nothing's gonna make that right!
[Leni and Lori fight as Lincoln leaves, only to be scared by his sisters]
Ugh, nice job, Lincoln! We told you to stay out of it!
Based on rising decibel levels, I'm up in the threat level in the house from thunderstorm to hissing cats. Sisters, to your stations!
What's going on? What happened to the fighting?
Pfft. We're over that. We made up.
Correct. Threat level is back to Field of Daisies.
[offscreen] Oh, thank goodness!
I don't understand. How did you fix everything?
No, Lincoln. You fixed everything.
We told you, if you just butted out, we'd resolve it on our own.
I came up with the perfect solution: Lori gets to wear it on the days that end in Y, and I get to wear it the rest of the time.
[Lincoln looks toward a confused Lori, who shrugs]
LLynn
And once they made up, the rest of us made up.
Heh. Well, I guess I've learned my lesson: Always respect the sister fight protocol.
Glad you're finally getting it.
Oh, I totally do, believe me. Next time when Lynn says she needs a windshield wiper when Lisa talks, or Lana says Lola snores like Pop-Pop, I am staying out of it.
You said what now, sporty?!
Oh, I snore, do I? How can you hear me over all your sleep-farting?!
Phew. Can't wait to use the real toilet.
[All the Loud sisters get into a brawl as Lincoln watches in horror]
Aah! Retreat! Retreat! [Runs back into his room]
Wait for me! [rushes to join them as the brawl shakes the whole house]
Turns out I have nothing to worry about. With all my sisters, it's like having the Lincoln Library x10. I'm pretty sure whatever happened in my life, they'll help me remember it.
How about that time Lincoln tried to climb the shelves to get cookies? [Flashback to Lincoln slipping and giving himself a wedgie]
That one I'd rather forget.
[The Loud siblings gather for a group hug as Clyde takes a photo]
You had a tea party? How'd you mess that up?
And you had a campsite? How could that go wrong?
LLLola and Lana
I thought you might have the same challenge as me and you'd never be able to do it and I didn't wanna be a Bluebell without you! Really? Aw! [hug each other]
Sorry for being so hard on you today.
Me too. We're just good at different stuff.
Bluebells or not Bluebells, I don't care. As long as we're together.
