Thread:Thomperfan/@comment-30953185-20180512194058/@comment-31647719-20180513013343

(I grab a flashlight and carefully head downstairs.)

Me: Hm. Now if I were Lori Loud, where would I leave my phone? (I start searching the first level of the Loud House, first I search the kitchen, but with no luck. Then I trying looking in the living room and find it on the couch.)

Me: Oh, there it is! (I grab it) You my friend, are going upstairs to your rightful owner.

(I come back up to Lori and Leni’s room. And present Lori’s phone to her, getting down on one knee.)

Me: (to Lori) M’lady, I present to you: Your phone.

Lori: Thank you, Noey. (takes the phone) Now I can finish texting my Bobby Boo-Boo Bear.

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Lincoln: You know? I always hated how Bobby and Lori talk to each other like that. Ronnie Anne and I always make fun of that.