Thread:TheMaximumMatt/@comment-30953185-20180719180808/@comment-32807753-20180730005722

Lisa: (to her parents; stoic) That won't be completely necessary, parental units. I'm certain we'll be alright.

Lori: (to her parents; confident) Yeah, don't worry about it, you guys.

Leni: (to her parents; confident) I think we'll all be fine.

Luna: (to her parents; confident) Yeah, dudes, it's just Bobby after all.

Luan: (to her parents; confident) How bad could it be?

Lynn: SKIP!

Rita: (to her daughters; still concerned) Just please be careful, girls.

Luna: (to her parents; still confident) Don't worry, Mom, we will.

Rita: (to her daughters) Promise?

Sisters: (to their parents; in unison) Promise!

(They all share a quick family hug.)

Lynn Sr.: (to his daughters) Good luck, girls.

Sisters: (to their father; in unison) We will!

(Then the girls all went outside and into Vanzilla where Lori starts the family van, and started heading off to the Casagrande Bodega.)

Lynn Sr.: (worried) You're going to need it.

(Suddenly, a ringing sound was heard and it causes Lynn Sr. to jump into his wife's arms.)

Lynn Sr.: (startled) What was that?!

Rita: (takes her phone out) Relax, honey, it's just my phone.

Lynn Sr.: (jumps outs of his wife's arms; embarrassed) Oh, I knew that.

(Rita looks at her phone to see the number that's calling is her father's, Albert Loud, otherwise known as her children's maternal grandfather, Pop-Pop. She's confused by this, but quickly answers it.)

Rita: (confused) Hello?

Pop-Pop: (over the phone) Rita?

Rita: (to her father; confused) Dad, is that you?

Pop-Pop: (over the phone) Yes, it's me.

Rita: (to her father; confused) I wasn't expecting you to call out of the blue.

Pop-Pop: (over the phone; stern) Rita, Lynn, there's something important I need to talk to you two about right now.

Rita: (to her father; confused) What is it?

Pop-Pop: (over the phone; stern) It's about your son, Lincoln.

(Their eyes both widen in shock by his last statement.)

Lynn Sr.: (to his father-in-law; anxious) What about him?

Pop-Pop: (over the phone; concerned) Is everything okay, is there something going on with him that I should know about?

Lynn Sr.: (to his father-in-law; anxious) What makes you say that?

Pop-Pop: (over the phone; explaining) Well, I just overheard someone screaming outside, and when I went over to my window to see what's going one, I saw Sue lying on the floor looking all injured for some reason.

Rita: (to her father; shocked and confused) Wait, what?! How did this happen?!

Pop-Pop: (over the phone; continuing) Well, one of my old friends here were telling me some stories about a white-haired kid making a mess of things in several different places.

(Both of them were shocked by his last statement as they now realize that their son's now starting to act like a juvenile delinquent to not just his family and friends, but to everyone else in Royal Woods.)

Pop-Pop: (over the phone; stern) Listen, come meet me here at the retirement home, I want to have a talk with you two when you get here, understood?

Lynn Sr. and Rita: (both to Pop-Pop; anxious) Yes.

Pop-Pop: (over the phone) Good, I'll see you then.

(He hangs up the phone, leaving both Rita and Lynn Sr. with their heads hanging down in shame.)

Lynn Sr.: (to his wife; worried) Should we tell him?

Rita: (to her husband; worried) I don't think we have much of a choice now, Lynn.

(Cut to Royal Woods Elementary School where punching sounds are heard and Chandler is thrown into a wall along with his two goons.)

Wretched: (laughs evilly) Ironic, isn't it, boys?

(Chandler and his two goons groan in pain)

Chandler: (to Wretched; weakly) Is that all you got, Larry?

(Wretched's eyes become bloodshot as he began clenching his fists tighter, and starts gritting his teeth. He grabs Chandler by the collar of his shirt, and looked him dead in the eye.)

Wretched: (to Chandler; angrily) Never call me that again, you insipid, ignorant, idiot!

Chandler: (to Wretched; strangled) Alright! I'm sorry, Lincoln!

Wretched: (to Chandler; unconvinced) Nice try, idiot, but it’s Wretched now!

Chandler: (to Wretched; scared and confused) Wait, what?

Wretched: (laughs) Guess you didn't get the memo, huh? Figures. Well, in case you haven't noticed, I finally put my foot down, and am no longer the white-haired wimp you used to love to make fun of anymore. Now, I'm the thing that haunts you in your nightmares! I, am, Wretched! (raises his fist) And don't you forget it.

POW!

(Cut to a close up of Chandler with a black eye, then the camera zooms out to reveal that he and his two goons, who were beaten senselessly, are hanging on top of the flagpole by their underwear.)

Chandler: (to Wretched; from above) Larry! I mean, Lincoln! I mean, Wretched! Please get us down from here!

Wretched: (to Chandler; from below) Here's an idea: How about you get yourself down, you lazy bum?! (laughs evilly) This'll teach you for using me to get what you want. And from now on, I'll call you, "Wedgie Boy!" Have fun up there, losers! (walks away)

(Chandler and his two goons plead to get down, but are ignored as Wretched continues to walk away. He stops to look at the viewers.)

Wretched: (to the viewers; apathetic) What? You all thought I'd go back to being my old self again? (laughs) Ever since my change, things have been going great! No one gets in my way, they all fear me, and the best part... there's nothing they can do about it because of their guilt! (laughs again) Yep! Never felt better! (continues to walk)



Lincoln: No! It's because they're either scared that you're going to kill them or already severely injured!