User blog:XxSkilletSaviorxX/"With Friends Like These... It's a Ratastrophe

Hey, Loud crowd. Skillet here with a continuation to my Loud House fanfic. For this part, I wanted to have my OC Keith Fong get better acquainted with the sisters he briefly talked to, saw and didn't meet while learning more about playing guitars from Luna. This will also have another one of my OCs meet with the Loud family. So, please leave a comment about what you liked about this story, my OC characters, and I hope that you all enjoy. I give credit to AndrewBrauer for story assistance.

Summary
Keith Fong makes another visit to the Loud House for more lessons in how to play the guitar with Luna Loud. However, a small unforseen complication causes a huge problem in the Loud House.

Story
It was lunch hour at the Royal Woods High School. The cafeteria was filled with students chatting among themselves and eating today's lunch. However, a group of four students were eating their own lunch. Keith, Brian, Dominic and Joanna each had a bowl of macaroni and cheese that Dominic had made for them. His cooking was part of the reason Friday was their favorite day of the week. As they were eating, Keith was in the middle of telling them the tale about his first visit at the Loud house and his first guitar session with his new friend, Luna Loud.

Keith: “And get this, it turns out that Luna actually has ten siblings.”

Each of his best friends gave him a surprised reaction; Dominic held a spoonful in the air with his mouth open, Brian nearly did a spit take with his drink and Joanna stared at him bug-eyed.

Joanna: “Ten siblings?!”

Keith: “That's right. She's got nine other sisters and one brother.”

Dominic: “Whoa. Talk about one big happy family.”

Keith: “I know, right?”

Brain: “Did you meet all of them?”

Keith: “Well, I met a couple of them. And lemme tell ya, they all really live up to their name.”

Brian: “Ah, I see. So, other than that, were you able to learn anything with Luna about how to play guitar?”

Keith: “Yeah, I did. It went great. Luna even gave me some notes to help me remember what I learned by the time I had to leave. She also wants to me to meet at her place again after school.”

Joanna: “Does your mom know about this?”

Keith: “Yeah, I told her all about it last night and she's totally cool with it. She said that she's very happy that I was able to meet someone who likes music as much as I do and is willing to teach me how to play guitar. Oh, and I should also mention that Luna's agreed to make it a regular thing and to keep meeting with her at her place after school.”

Joanna: “Well, we did managed to get that project done, so I'm okay with it.”

Brain: “As am I.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Dominic: “Me too. It really is great that you made a new friend, Keith, and we're all really looking forward to seeing you grooving on your guitar.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Well, maybe sometime during this weekend, I might try to play a little something for you guys.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The four teens eventually finished their bowls of mac and cheese, and Joanna checks the time.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Joanna: “Okay, boys, lunch hour is just about over, so let's pack it up.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">They all pass their bowls back to Dominic and he sticks them inside his school backpack. He and Joanna strapped their packs on and walk towards the door that leads to the hallway. Keith was about to follow after them, but Brian gets his attention.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “Hey, Keith?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Yeah?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “When you get the time, I'd like you to test out this app that I've been working on.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The I.T. expert takes out his smart phone, taps on the touch screen a few times, Keith eventually hears his phone ping and takes it out to see what his friend had sent him.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Is this the app you were talking about?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “Precisely. I call it the “Animal Attraction/Retraction” app.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Cool. What does it do?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “As the name implies, I've designed this app to use sound wave frequencies that only certain types of animals can hear in order to attract them towards you or retract them away from you. Say, you were to come across a stray puppy and you want to get it out of the street, or if you were out fishing and weren't having much luck catching any, just set it to the corresponding animal of your choice, aim the phone at the animal, press 'attract' and the sound waves will make them come to you. Or if you were to encounter a pesky feline or even a rabid raccoon, then select the animal, aim the phone, press 'retract' and you'll send them running away from you. And don't away, the sound waves are completely painless.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Wow, that's… that's pretty cool.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “I got the idea of it from that sci-fi movie we watched in class a week ago.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “'Professor Dontbig'?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “Indeed. Now, I would very much appreciate it if you could test it out for me today. That way, I'll know if I need to make any adjustments and if there are any bugs I missed.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Sure thing, Bri. I promise.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “Thank you.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The school bell rings and the two of them meet up with their two friends as they head out to their next class.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith was walking down the sidewalk carrying both his messenger bag and gig bag with his guitar inside it while he was replying to a text message from his mother. After he finishes typing, he sends the text, puts his phone in his hoodie pocket and could see the Loud house coming into view. As he got closer, he could see Lynn in the front yard with a boomerang in her hand. She throws it with all her might, climbs on top of a van on the driveway, better known as Vanzilla, and it eventually comes flying back to her as she catches it by jumping in the air and she lands firmly on her two feet in the grass.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Nice catch.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The athlete spots the teen on the sidewalk and responds to his compliment.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn: “Thank you. Hey, you're that guy, uh, Keith, right?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “That I am.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn: “Welcome back, dude. You here for another guitar lesson with Luna?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “That's right, uhh… Sorry, I don't think I caught your name.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn: “Lynn's my name. Don't wear it out. Anyway, gotta start practicing on my kicks now. Talk to you later.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Okay.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">As Keith walks toward the house, Lynn picks up her soccer ball nearby and bounces it around with her feet. As the teen approached the porch, learning from his first time visit, he steps over the first wooden step to avoid breaking it a third time. Once he reached the front door, he knocks on it with a “Shave and a Haircut, Two Bits” and wisely leaves the doorbell be, avoiding being zapped by it once again. A minute later, he hears someone unlock the door and once it opens, he was greeted by the mother of the Loud family, Rita Loud.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Rita: “Well, hello there.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Hi. Mrs. Loud, I presume?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Rita: “You presume correctly. And you must be the Keith Fong my kids have been talking about. Good to finally meet you.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The two of them exchange a handshake with each other.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Nice to meet you, too. Is Luna home?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Rita: “No, she's not back home yet, but she will be soon.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Okay. Is it all right if I wait here until she gets back?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Rita: “Of course. Come on in.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">She opens the door all the way and steps aside to allow the guest to walk in. The first thing he notices was two blond-haired teen girls sitting on the couch. The oldest sibling, Lori, was trimming her nails with a nail filer while the second oldest, Leni, was busy brushing her hair. As Rita goes into her and Lynn Sr.'s bedroom, Keith steps into the living room and greets the two sisters.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Hey there.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">They both look up to see the guest in front of them. At first, they were silent, which made Keith feel a little awkward, but then Lori was the first to break the silence.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “Do I know you?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Well, no, I didn't get a chance to meet you last time I was here. My name's Keith Fong.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “Oh, so you're Keith, huh? Luna and the others mentioned you before. The name's Lori. I'm the oldest around here.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Leni: “Hi, I'm Leni. You're the guy who taught our sister, Luna all about playing guitar, aren't you?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “I- wait, what?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “Leni, we told you, Luna is the one teaching him how to play.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Leni: “Ohh.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith wasn't sure what to say next. But then his attention was diverted to the sound of gibberish next to him, looks down at his feet and sees the baby of the family, Lily, walking across the front of the couch on her two feet. The guest bends down a little, places his hands on his knees and asks,

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Aww, who's this little angel?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “That's Lily. She's our youngest sister.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Leni sets her hairbrush down to pick up her baby sister and gives her a little tickle, making her giggle. The baby had turned her head towards Keith and reached her little hands out at him, babbling.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Leni: “Do you like, wanna hold her?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Can I?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">She nods in response. As Keith stepped up to Leni, he carefully takes the baby from her and holds Lily in his arms.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Hiya, Lily. My name's Keith. It's very nice to meet you.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The baby coos while reaching her hands around the teen's face and then takes his glasses from him.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Hey, I need those.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lily only responds with giggles while shaking the teen's glasses in her tiny hand.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Leni: “Aww, that is totes cute. She likes you.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">At that moment, the only brother in the family, Lincoln, had came walking down the stairs and finds Luna's new friend in the living room holding Lily.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Hey, Keith.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Despite his blurry vision, Keith could tell by his white head of hair that it was Lincoln standing by the stairs.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Oh, hi, Lincoln.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lily then places his glasses on his nose and leaves them dangling. The white-haired boy got a little chuckle from what he saw.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Heh, I see that you've met Lily.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Yeah.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He uses one hand to keep holding Lily while using the other to put his glasses back on properly.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “She's cute.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lily: “Poo poo.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">At first, he thought it was cute to hear her talk, but then his nose caught whiff of something really stinky and realized that the baby had just made a mess in her diaper and holds her away from him as she giggled.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Oh, good lord.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Yup, that's a full diaper all right. Here, lemme take her.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith passes the stinky baby over to her brother and he takes her upstairs to change her diaper. No sooner after they left, the familiar sound of shouting could be heard from the backyard by the twins of the family, Lana and Lola.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lola: “LANA! KEEP YOUR TOAD AWAY FROM MY DRESS!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lana: “HE'S NOT A TOAD! HE'S A FROG!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The twins come in from the kitchen, loudly arguing with one another, as make their way from the kitchen all the way to the living room, with Lana leaving a trail of mud in her wake, until were stopped when they bumped into Keith's legs and looked up at him. He greets them with a little wave and says,

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Hello.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lana: “What's up?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lola: “How do you do?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The little frog in Lana's overalls pocket, Hops, lets out a ribbit to greet Keith.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “Shouldn't you two be getting ready?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lola: “I was, until Lana's filthy toad tried to jump on my dress.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lana: “I told you, he's a frog, not a toad. Get your amphibians right!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The young pageant girl ignores her twin as she fetches out her compact powder and opens it up. Keith's eyes widened when he saw the beauty powder in her hand. Just when she was about apply it to her face, he jumps back and shouts,

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “AHH! NO!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He covers his mouth and nose with both of his hands and all eyes were on the guest after his little freak out.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Um, I'm, uh, just gonna step over here.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He walks backwards all the way to the fireplace, putting some distance from the beauty product in the young girl's hand.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lola: “What's wrong with you?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Sorry. I'm highly allergic to cosmetics.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lola: “You're kidding.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “No, I'm serious. If it gets on my skin or I breath it in, I get hives, rashes, my eyes start itching and even my skin starts burning.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He recalls a time when he was younger and once went through the perfume department at the mall with his mother. He caught a face full of a perfume sample one time and soon had a rash breakout on his face due to his allergic reaction. Ever since that day, he had been avoiding any and all beauty products.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “Lola, why don't you go upstairs, just to be safe?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lola: “Seriously? Ugh, fine. You, sir, have no class.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">As the younger twin goes up the stairs to her room, Keith lowers his hands and watches her go with a frown on his face, feeling bad about making her upset. The older and messy twin had approached him with a smile.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lana: “I like you already. I'm Lana.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">As she holds out her hand for a handshake, he notices the mud that is dripping off her hand and was hesitant to accept it.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Uhh…”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lana: “What? Don't tell me you're not allergic to mud, too, are ya?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “No, no. It's just-”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lana: “Well, what're you worried about? It ain't gonna hurt nobody. C'mon, put er there.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith looks down at her extended hand again, reaches his own hand to shake it and cringes from the soggy feeling of the mud. Once they released each others hands, the guest stops cringing and puts a smile in attempt to stay polite.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “It's, uh, nice to meet you, Lana.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lana: “See? That wasn't so bad. Come on, Hops.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Hops ribbets in response as he and Lana go upstairs to her and Lola's room. Keith looks to see all the dirt that got smeared all over his palm from the handshake. Knowing his friend Dominic, he would definitely be freaking out if he had to do this.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Egh. Oh boy.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Greetings, residential visitor.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">At first, he looks around to see who was talking to him, but couldn't see who it was until he looks down to see the family prodigy, Lisa Loud, standing in front of him with a bored look on her face.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Hi.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “I see you have some of Earth's soil around your carpal region.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The learning musician looked at the young genius with a confused look on his face and replied,

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “My who has the what now?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Your hand is covered in mud.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Oh.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Fortunately, I have a solution for your small predicament. Could I interest you in some hand sanitizer?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Sure. But, I don't think that's gonna do much.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “I promise you, it will.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">She takes out a small bottle of hand sanitizer from her pocket. Keith holds out his dirty hand, she takes it and holds the bottle over it. As she was about to apply some into his hand,

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “HOLD IT!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The oldest sister had quickly snatched the bottle from Lisa's hand and gives her a very skeptical look.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “Is this really hand sanitizer? ”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Yes.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Not believing her younger sister, she narrows her eyes at her and tests it by squirting a couple drops on the mud trail Lana made, which causes the mud to evaporate, but also creates a smelly essence in the air, making the oldest sibling gag and cough from the smell of it. Lori looks back at Lisa with a raised eyebrow, waiting to hear an explanation. Knowing that she was caught, Lisa sighs,

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Fine. It's my own scientifically made sanitizer formula I've been working on that is guaranteed to eliminate absolutely 100% of all germs and bacteria, unlike those commercial products that claim to eliminate only 99.99%. Though, I see some adjustments are needed.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “Lisa! Mom and Dad have told you several times; no using our siblings, or guests, as guinea pigs for your science experiments! Now, go upstairs and put this back in your room.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Fine. Hairless apes: one, science: zero.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">As she takes back her bottle of sanitizer and goes upstairs, Keith was just standing where he was, dumbfounded.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Um, what just happened? Who was that?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “That's Lisa, one of our younger sisters. She's literally the genius in this family.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Really? Just how old is she?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “She's four-years-old.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “And she's that smart?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori responds with a confident nod.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Wow, that's… That's amazing. So, is there somewhere I can wash this off?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “Bathroom's right upstairs and down the hall to the left.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Thanks.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He goes up the stairs and doesn't risk breaking the handrail again after the last time he touched it. As he walks down the hall, he notices the bathroom door was closed and looks to the right to see Luan in her and Luna's room, sitting on her bed as she was reading a joke book with a pair of gag glasses on. He decides not to bother her and proceeds to knock on the bathroom door. Before he got the chance to, the door suddenly opens and reveals Lucy on the other side, which startled the guest.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “D'aahhh!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lucy does not respond to the guest's scream and only tilts her head upwards to make eye-contact with him, which was hard to tell if she was due to her eyes hiding underneath the bangs of her hair. Keith quickly recovers from his freakout and greets the young goth.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “I- I mean, hello.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lucy: “I remember you. You're friends with my sister, Luna.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Uh-huh. My name's Keith.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lucy: “Hi. I'm Lucy.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He was about to reach his hand for a handshake, but was reminded of the dirt smeared on it.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Uh, I'd shake hands with you, but it's uh…”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lucy: “Your other hand is still clean.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Oh, heh, right.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The teen reaches his clean hand out and she accepts it for a handshake. Just then, Lucy's pet bat, Fangs, came flying out from the bathroom and screeched at Keith.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Whoa!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lucy: “It's okay, Fangs. He's a guest.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The bat listens to its master and then flies onto her head. After that, the goth girl walks away with her pet and Keith calls out,

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Uh, cool bat.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He follows up with a meek smile. Although, Lucy showed no acknowledgment and goes straight to her and Lynn's room. Once she closes her door, Keith frowns, thinking about he really should improve on his interactions with Lucy and goes into the bathroom to wash his hands. Meanwhile, Rita had just came out of her and Lynn Sr.'s room while fishing for the keys to Vanzilla in her purse.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Rita: “Come on, girls, it's time to go! Okay, Lori, so I'll be taking Lynn to soccer practice, Lucy to her poetry club, Lana and Lola to their Bluebell scout meeting and Lisa to the University. If you need anything, dad will still be here.”

<p style="text-align: left; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “Mom, I literally got things under control here.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Rita: “Okay, sweetie. We'll be back later this evening.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">As Rita heads out the door, Lynn and her younger sisters follow after their mother outside and jump into Vanzilla. After Lori sees them off, she sits back down on the couch and starts texting on her phone. Soon, the learning musician comes back down the stairs after washing the dirt off his hands while hearing the van depart outside, and someone calling out.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Later, dudes!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"> Keith perked up when he heard the rocker outside and then heads o ut the front door to look for her. When he opens the door, he could see her walking alongside a burly man with a big pierced nose wearing a purple checkered newsboy cap and bracelets as they were carrying music equipment toward the garage. After he closes the front door behind him, he follows after them and once they set their equipment down, he steps into the garage.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Hey, Luna.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The rock and roll member of the Loud family turns around and smiles when she saw Keith.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Yo, Keith! Good to see you again.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">She walks up to her new friend and does a handshake with him by doing a high-five and fist bump.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Hope I didn't keep you waiting long.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Nah, it's cool.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Chuck: “Oy! You gonna introduce me, love?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Oh, right. Keith, I'd like you to meet my roadie, Chunk.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Hello.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The burly man approached Luna's new friend and gives him a lookover. This teen wasn't exactly how Chunk expected him to be when Luna told him all about the rookie musician, but he did trust her judgment and would have to wait and see if he's as capable as Luna thinks he is.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Chunk: “So, you're the young lad that Luna's taken under her wing, are you?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Yes, sir. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Chunk: “Pleasure's all mine.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith held out his hand for a handshake and when Chunk grabs it, he gives the teen's hand a tight squeeze, causing him to wince in pain a little and retracted his hand once Chunk lets go of it.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Ooh, strong grip.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Chunk: “I'd pay close attention to everything she tells you if I were you, mate. The lass really knows her stuff when it comes to music.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Sure, no problem.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">And with that, Chunk takes his leave and heads on home. Keith watches him go until he was out of sight and turns to Luna.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Does he not like me?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Naw, that's just him getting to know. Don't worry about it. So, you ready to pick up where we left off?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “You bet.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Righteous!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The rocker picks up her ax, the learning musician takes out his acoustic from his gig bag, as wells as the notes he received yesterday and they were both set to begin another learning session.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Do you remember what the first thing to do is?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Uhh, make sure the guitar's in tune?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “That's right. Let's hear it.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith uses his pick to strum each string of his guitar and Luna listens to the sounds.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “All right, still in tune. That's good. You're even holding it properly like I showed you.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith smiles in response. The next thing she does is test his memory on knowing what each notes are for each string and the chords that she showed him.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">AN HOUR LATER

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith was now learning how to play simple notes on a music sheet that Luna placed in front of him. At first, he was playing each note at a slow pace as to adjust himself on knowing where to place his fingers for each note on the sheet. When he tried to play at a faster pace, he would mess up by playing off key a few times. The more he played, the less he messed up the notes until he gives it one more try and is able to play all the notes on the sheet.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “That was good. You managed to play it flawlessly that time. You're getting better.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “You think so?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Totally, dude.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “That's good to hear. I was feeling nervous the whole time and tried not mess up a note again.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “It's totally normal to feel nervous when you're starting out in this life of rock and rock.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Yeah, I get that. I just really hope that I can get better at this soon.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Come on, Keith, you definitely got the potential. You just have to build up that confidence. Remember what I told you yesterday?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Uh, let the music flow?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “That, and remember not to force it when making music. Clear your mind and don't stress about it too much. If we keep up with these sessions and you keep practicing, you'll get there. You'll even be able to play at the same pace as me.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The rocker starts free-styling with her ax to show off her skills at being able to play at a fast pace. But then, as she was rocking away, the unexpected happens; one of the strings to Luna's guitar break. They were both surprised by the sudden pluck that came from the guitar and watched both halves of the string dangle until Luna frowned and exclaimed,

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Bogus.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Aw man. Sorry that happened, Luna.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Don't worry, it's not your fault. This tends to happen with guitars. Actually, this makes a good opportunity to show ya how to restring a guitar. Here, set this down right here for me, would ya?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The rocker hands Keith her ax and after setting his acoustic down, he places Luna's ax on the workbench like she asked while she searches through her music gear until she finds her string winder, wire cutters and a new guitar string.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “You're gonna need these to get it done right. Obviously, this isn't gonna be the same as the acoustic, but you'll get the hang of it. The first thing to do is loosen the tension on the string.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">She uses the string winder to unwind the tuning peg of the broken string.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “After that, you unwind the string from the peg and then toss it.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Once she unwinds the broken string from the peg, she throws it at the small trash can in the garage.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “There's the other half of the string on the bridge to remove.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">She flips her guitar over, takes a screwdriver from the workbench and uses it to remove the back plate. Once its off, she removes the other half of the broken string and disposes it.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Out with the old, in with the new string. Here, I'm gonna let you do this part.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Me? I- Are you sure?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Yeah, dude. It's easy.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The learning musician was given the new string while Luna holds up her ax for Keith.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Go ahead, Keith. Slide it on in.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith carefully holds the string up and sticks it into the body, Luna grabs it from the bridge and pulls it all the way to the peg.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Before winding it up, you gotta remember to trim a little off the top first so that you'll have the right length and can wind it up properly.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Once she measures the string to a good enough length, she uses the wire cutter to snip off a part of the new string and sets the ax down.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Now all that's left is to tighten it up to the peg.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">With the use of the string winder and following Luna's instructing, Keith manages to tighten the new string to the peg and finished replacing the string for Luna's ax.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “There you go. Ain't nothing to it.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">After setting the tools down, Luna fist bumps with Keith and decides for them to take a little break as she takes out a six-pack of bottled sodas that was left on top of one of the amps and sets it on the workbench.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Want one?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Yes, please.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The rocker picks out two bottles, takes off the caps, hands her friend one of the open bottles and they both take a big gulp of soda.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “So, what's that thing called again?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “It's a string winder, dude.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “And I'll be needing one of those in case I have to replace a string on my guitar?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Yup. But not just for when they snap like that one did. Usually, it depends on how often you play, but I'd recommend changing your strings every six to eight weeks.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Huh. I didn't know that I would need a few extra small things to go along with the guitar. I mean, I knew I was obviously gonna need new strings eventually, but I didn't think about getting a tuner and a string winder as well. I actually used up nearly all my allowance just to get the guitar, so I'm saving up for the next time I go to 'Music 4 Us'.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Wow, you go to that store, too?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Yeah, that's where I bought this thing. I'm guessing that you know the owner, Bernie?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Oh yeah. Back when I first met the guy, he-”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">But then, the pair hear very loud high-pitched screams coming from the house, startling them both and interrupting Luna mid-sentence.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Blimey!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Uh, what just happened?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “No idea, Keith. Come on.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">After they set their bottles on the workbench, the two teens run out from the garage, go into the house from the back door and enter the kitchen. Inside, they find the father, Lynn Sr., using a table as a makeshift barrier as he was trembling in fear behind it.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “Dad?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Mr. Loud?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The father notices the teens at the door and waves at them with a nervous smile.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn Sr.: “Oh, hey, Luna. H-how's it going, Keith?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “What's up with all the screaming, Pops?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn Sr.: “Luna, sweetheart, don't freak out or anything, but, uhh…”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “But what?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn Sr.: “W-we have a… There- there's a…”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Before he could finish, they hear a squeaking sound in the room and look down on the floor to see something moving around on the floor leaving tiny prints behind it with its dirty fur, round ears, pink tail and buck teeth as it came to a stop in the middle of the kitchen, stands up on its hind legs and Keith finishes the father's sentence.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “A rat in the house?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn Sr.: “Yup, that's it.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">And then, Luna and her dad had screamed out of sheer terror and ran straight into the dining room. Keith remained in the kitchen with the small rodent. He wasn't as afraid of rats, but that didn't mean he wanted to be near them either since he takes a step back when it approached him.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “D'ah, no, no, no. Don't come near me. Ah, uhh…”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He attempts to get it to leave the house by opening the back door and points to the outside.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Here, go this way. Come on, go outside. No need to overstay your welcome.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">However, the rat did not heed his words and instead crawls its way over to the dining room, where the sisters and their father let out another scream.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Well, that was worth a shot.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">After closing the back door, Keith goes into the dining room to find Luna, Luan, Leni, Lori and Lynn Sr. all standing on the dining table, holding on to each other and trembling in fear.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “I'm freaking out, dudes!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn Sr.: “Nobody panic, okay? Little guy's are just as scared of us as we are of it.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">However, just hearing the sound of it squeaking made him freak out even more and tightened his grasp to his daughters.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn Sr.: “Somebody get Cliff to chase that rodent out of our house! Where is that darn cat at anyway?!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luan: “Last I checked, he was taking a nap on Lynn's bed. He's probably not in the mood for a game of cat and mouse right now. Ha ha ha, get it?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “Luan, this is not the time to be making puns right now!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">All the commotion had attracted the attention of the 11-year-old boy in the house when Lincoln comes down from the stairs and walked into the dining room.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “What's going on down here?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Leni: “There's a rat trying to get us!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “What rat?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">They all point it out to him and he could see the rat on top of a picture frame on the wall until they both fall onto the floor.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Oh. That rat. Isn't that one of Lana's or Lisa's?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn Sr.: “No! No, it is not!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “Lincoln, do something!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Like what?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “Anything!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln stands where he was, placing a finger underneath his bottom lip, trying to think of a plan to get rid of the rat, and fast. Looking around, he watches the rat crawling around the floor, notices Keith standing there looking worried and looks in the kitchen. As if a light bulb were to light up above his head, Lincoln is able to think of way to capture the rat when his eyes slightly widened and smirks.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “I think I have a plan. Keith, I'm gonna need your help.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Uh, okay. What can I do?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Follow me.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The 5th grader runs to the kitchen and the guest was right behind him. From there, Lincoln's first move was to open the fridge and anxiously searches for something for the plan he had mind to deal with the rat in their house.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Come on, I know we still have some left in here. Where is it, where is it?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Eventually, he finds what he was looking for in the back of the fridge and exclaims,

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Aha! There's the cheese.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He grabs all the cheese they had available from the fridge and shuts the doors.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Okay, now we need something to catch it with.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He takes a look around the room something that was good enough to use until he spots a saucepan placed beside the sink, where Keith was standing next to.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “That'll do. Keith, grab that pan.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The teen looks at the saucepan Lincoln pointed out, grabs the handle and lifts it up.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Okay, now what?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Here's the plan.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">While the boy was debriefing Keith with his plan, the sisters and the father were still quivering on the dining table, watching the filthy rat crawl around the floor, stand on its legs again and looks up at them.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Leni: “Ew, gross, it like, blinked at me!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn Sr.: “Whatever you're gonna do, Lincoln, do it fast! Please!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Working on it!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The rat then crawls underneath the table and the frightened Louds had lost sight of it, anxious about where it was gonna pop up next.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “Where'd it go? Where'd it go?!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luan: “I don't know!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The white-haired boy runs out of the kitchen and back into the dining room with a confident look on his face, holds a ball of rolled up cheese in his hand and calls for the mouse.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Here, little mouse. Are you hungry? I got a lil treat for you.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">It wasn't long until he hears squeaking from behind him, turns around and notices the rat staring at him.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “There you are. Want some cheese?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He sets the cheese ball down on the carpet floor and the rat eagerly scarfs it down. Lincoln starts stepping backwards as he continues setting more cheese balls down for the rat to follow. As the sisters watched the little critter eating the trail of cheese balls their brother was making, Keith had emerged from the kitchen with the saucepan in his hand, sneaking his way around the table on his tippy toes towards the doorway and see the hungry rodent being lured by the cheese balls with a tight grip on the handle.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “That's it. Just a little bit further… Almost there…”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He had led the mouse onto the stairs, placed three more cheese balls on the third step and notices Keith peeking his head out from the dining room, waiting for Lincoln to give him the signal. By the time the rodent finally starts eating the last cheese balls he placed down,

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Keith, now!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith rushed from the doorway and was quickly standing over the rat, raises the pan high above his head and swings it directly on top of the rat, trapping it on the inside.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “I… I did it. I caught it.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Yes!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Shortly after, Lynn Sr. and his daughters nervously come down from the table and out of the dining room as he asks,

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn Sr.: “You got it?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Yeah, Dad. Keith's got it in the pan.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “Whew, finally.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn Sr.: “That's not my good pan, is it?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luan: “Well, I'm just happy that this ratastrophe is over. Ha ha ha ha ha, get it?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The sisters and Lincoln groaned in response to yet another one of Luan's puns, except for her father.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “I gotta admit, that was a very clever idea you had, Lincoln.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “That's our bro; the man with the plan.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn Sr.: “Now, let's hurry and get that thing out of the house.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “We need something to put underneath the pan first so it can't get loose.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln makes a quick run to the kitchen and comes back to bring in the lid to the saucepan and hands it over to Keith, who carefully places it on the side of the step, slides the pan over and closes the pan with the lid while Lincoln proceeds to open the front door. But once he lifts it up, Keith gasps when he sees a hole on the step the rat was just on, looks inside the pan to find it empty and puts two and two together.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Uh guys?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">They all let out a gasp when they noticed it as well.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Leni: “The rat's turned invisible!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luna: “No, sis, it escaped!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">While the rodent was trapped inside the pan, it was able to escape by chewing a hole on the wooden step and crawled through it. They hear the sound of wood being nibbled on and could see the crafty rodent peeking its head out from a newly made hole on the side of the stairs. This “ratastrophe” was far from over.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Oh dear.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The sisters and father screamed very loudly once again, causing Keith to drop the pan and lid to cover his ears with his hands while they retreat back to the top of the dining table. The rodent goes into the hole and Lincoln tries to coax it out by kneeling near the hole, crafts another cheese ball and holds it next to the hole.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Hey, little mouse, I got some more cheese for you. Come on, come on out.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The rat sticks its head out to smell the cheese, but then goes back inside, refusing to come out.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Aw man, it's not working. It must be on to us.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Well, what else can we do?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “I… I don't know. We need some other way to attract it out in the open.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Hearing the word “attract” made Keith widen his eyes when he thinks back to his conversation with one of his best friends, Brian, in the cafeteria during lunch hour earlier today.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">FLASHBACK

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “As the name implies, I've designed this app to use sound wave frequencies that only certain types of animals can hear in order to attract them towards you or retract them away from you.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">END OF FLASHBACK

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Wait a minute… Brian's animal app!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The teen quickly fishes out his smart phone while ignoring the confused look Lincoln gave him and tabs the touch screen several times until he manages to find the app that Brian sent him earlier today for him to test out.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Come on, Brian, don't fail me now.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He opens up the “Animal Attraction/Retraction” app and once the menu appeared on screen, he scrolls through the list of animals that was in alphabetical order, finds the word “rat” and selects it.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Time to put this app to the test.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He presses the “attract” button on his phone, aims it directly at the hole where the mouse was hiding as the smart phone starts emitting sound waves that only the rat would be able to hear, and sure enough, it comes out from hiding as it crawls its way to the sound that was attracting it while Keith was walking backwards toward the front door, steps outside on the porch and was now on the walkway. Once he reaches the end of the walkway, he calls out to the white-haired boy.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Hey, Lincoln! Pass me a cheese ball!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln nods in response and throws the cheese ball he had in his hand. He catches it, stops the sound waves on his phone and holds the cheese ball in front of the rat.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “See the cheese, little mouse? You hungry? Well, go get it!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He rolls the cheese ball down the sidewalk and the rat chases after it. Soon, both the rat and cheese ball made it to the end of the block and were nowhere to be seen. Once the rodent was gone, Lincoln gives his family the all clear.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Hey, guys! Everything's fine now, the rat has left the building.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “Are you sure? Like, literally sure?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Yes!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">And so, the older sisters and Lynn Sr. get back down from the dining table once again and join the 11-year-old boy in the living room. Just as Keith was about to step back inside, Vanzilla returns home with Rita and the rest of the sisters inside it. Once Rita parks Vanzilla on the driveway, she, along with Lynn, Lucy, Lana, Lola and Lisa come out chatting among themselves as they head inside their home and find their family and the guest in the living room.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Hey, mom. Hey, guys.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">They all acknowledge his greetings and say hi back to him.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Rita: “So, anything happen while we were out?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn Sr.: “Oh, nothing terribly exciting…”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Leni: “Keith just saved us from a rat.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Rita: “A rat? In the house?!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Yeah. But, don't worry, Mom, it's gone now. Keith took care of it.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lana: “Aw, what? Why didn't you guys wait for me? I would've kept it as a playmate for Bitey.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “I, for one, would've like to use it as a willing test subject.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lucy: “Fangs could always use some more blood.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Keith, how did you do that with your phone?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “It's actually thanks to the app that one of my best friends developed.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lori: “An app?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Uh-huh. He calls it the 'Animal Attraction/Retraction' app. Basically, the way it works is that its suppose to use sound waves to bring any animal towards you or away from you. We can't hear it, but they can.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The Loud family then gathered around the teen, showing a high interest in the app on his phone.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Interesting. Can we see a demonstration?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Sure.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The guest looks around the room for what to use his friend's app on and finds the family dog leaping onto the couch and lays down.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Uh, what's your dog's name?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Charles.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Hey, Charles. Come here, boy.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He even whistles to get the dog's attention, which it did when Charles raised his head looked at him, but due to being lazy, he yawns and rests his head back down. Keith then uses the app by selecting dog on screen, presses 'attract' and aims his phone at Charles. The dog hears the sound coming from the smart phone, stands up from the floor to walk toward the sound and sits down in from of the guest with his tail wagging. The family watches in awe.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Loud Family: “Ooooh!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">And then, Keith feels something on his shins, looks down and sees their cat rubbing up against his legs.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Coot cat. What's it's name?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Cliff.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He then selects cat on the app, presses 'retract', aims it at Cliff and he reacts to it by scurrying over to the dining room, away from Keith.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Loud Family: “Ahhhh.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Fascinating. This is quite an impressive cellular application. You said that your friend developed this?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “His name's Brian and he's really into electronics and machinery.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Hmm… Would it be possible for me to meet this Brian? I'd really like to see how he was able to create this 'Animal Attraction/Retraction' cellular application and learn more of his intentions for it."

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Sure, I can invite him over. But, I should mention that he's in a wheelchair, so getting him up to the front door might be a bit of a struggle. And he really doesn't like cats.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Hmm, I see. Fear not, residential guest. If you can bring him over, I shall create a handicap solution for your friend and make sure Cliff stays out of his field of vision for his arrival.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Upon hearing that last part about him, Cliff frowns in response and walks away while grumbling.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Okay. I'll be sure to ask him if he wants to come over the next time I see him. Speaking of which, I should be getting home right now. It's getting late and I don't wanna worry my mom.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn Sr.: “In that case, I'd be more than happy to give you a lift home.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “That's nice of you to offer, Mr. Loud, but my apartment's not that far from here and I don't wanna trouble you-”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn Sr.: “No, no, I insist. It's the least I can do after you helped us with our little rodent situation. Aside from that, I also need to make a quick trip to the market for more cheese.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “I guess I overdid it with the cheese balls, didn't I?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lynn Sr.: “Well, son, the little guy certainly didn't make it cheesy to get it outside. Ha ha.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The family groaned in response to the father's pun, except for Luan who laughed alongside him.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Luan: “Ha ha ha ha ha, good one, Dad.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">It was at that moment that Keith got a pretty good idea where Luan got her sense of humor from. And so, Keith heads out back to the garage to collect his things, including the half empty soda bottle he left on the workbench and goes in the passenger seat of Vanzilla with Lynn Sr. in the driver's seat. It took a couple tries, but he managed to get the old car's engine running. As Vanzilla pulls out, the family waves goodbye and Keith waves back.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%">THE NEXT DAY

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">It was past the afternoon on a beautiful sunny Saturday and Keith was once again walking down the street of Franklin Avenue. This time, in the company of his wheelchair-bound best friend, Brian.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “So, tell me again who is it that wants to meet with me?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “One of Luna's little sisters, Lisa.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “And the reason why?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “When I showed everyone how your new app works, she was very interested in knowing how you made it and asked me to invite you over.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “I see. Now, how old is she again?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Well, this is gonna sound crazy, but Lisa is actually four-years-old, and is the Einstein of the family.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Just then, Brian brought his wheelchair to a sudden halt and gives his friend an incredulous look after hearing what Keith just said.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Brian, I'm serious.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “Sorry, compadre, but I find it very hard to believe that a child that young could actually be that smart.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Hey, I wouldn't believe it either if I hadn't seen it for myself. But, it's true. She even made her own hand sanitizer formula.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “Uh-huh…”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Look, trust me, once we get there and you meet her, I think you'll find that you both have a lot in common.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The two teens continued down the sidewalk until they were standing in front of their destination. However, they noticed that there was no ramp to be found anywhere on the front porch.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “I thought you said they were gonna put something on the porch for me to get up to the front door.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “I mean, Lisa did say that she would, but-”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">He was interrupted mid-sentence when the front door was opened by Lisa and walks forward till she is standing on the top step of the porch.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Greetings, Keith. And I presume this is your friend, Brian.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “Yes, yes I am.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Lisa, didn't you mention yesterday that you would make some sorta solution for Brian?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Yes, and that is exactly what I did not too long after you left nearly twenty two hours ago.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">With a confident smile, the young Loud reveals a hidden button on the left brick pedestal, presses it and the steps on the porch convert into a ramp, leaving both of the teens wide-eyed.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “You… You built that?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Yes.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “I… By golly, that is… impressive.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “What did I tell ya?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">As Lisa walks back into her home, Keith grabs onto the handles of Brian's wheelchair to assist him up the ramp and find the four-year-old genius sitting in the chair by the family computer while Lori was on her phone in the dining room, Lucy was walking upstairs with her book of poems and Lincoln was seated on the couch reading his favorite comic book series, Ace Savvy. The only boy in the family notices the guests and waves at them.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Hey, Keith, what the haps?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Keith: “Hey, Lincoln. This is Brain, he's one of my best friends that I told you about yesterday.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Nice to meet you, Brian.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “Hello.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Right this way if you will, Brian.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian wheels over to Lisa while Keith closes the front door behind him and narrowly avoids the twins running past him as he goes up the stairs to find Luna, leaving his friend to chat with the Loud family's child prodigy.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Now then, could you please show me how you were able to design your cellular application?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “Certainly.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The I.T. expert takes out his own personal laptop from his pack that he had secured to the back of his wheelchair, turns it on, opens the file he had for his app and Lisa examines Brian's work on the app.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Intriguing. You certainly knew what you are doing with the programming.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “Why, thank you. I've been spending a very long time learning all there is to know about computers, electronics, machines and so on. The technologies that only appear in science fiction novels and films are so fascinating that I want to be able to develop my own type of technology. For now, one way I am able to do this is by developing apps to help make lives for others easier and more convenient. I also happen to be a skillful hacker and chess player.”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “I see. So, what exactly inspired you to make this 'Animal Attraction/Retraction' application, and what are your intentions for it?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “What inspired me to develop this app was when we were all watching 'Professor Dontbig' in class last week and I-”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Before he could continue, he notices something unusual on the stairs and points it out.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Brian: “Um, pardon me for asking, but why is there green smoke coming from the second floor?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa's eyes widened in response to his question, turns around and gasps when she realizes what was about to happen.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “Gadzooks! My experiment!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">The young genius made a quick sprint back to her and Lily's room. Her brother heard her, notices the smoke and could tell what was coming next.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln: “Uh-oh. Hit the deck!”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lincoln leaps to the other side of the couch and braces himself. A few seconds later, a huge explosion goes off as green smoke bursts out from the window and the whole house slightly shakes. All was quiet until Lisa calls out,

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Lisa: “I'M STILL ALIVE!”

<h2 style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Trivia

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">- The "Animal Attraction/Retraction" app that Brian created and his first visit to the Loud House was first mentioned in the Mutual Encounters fanfic that I wrote alongside with AndrewBrauer featuring both of our OCs. <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">- 'Professor Dontbig' is a parody to "Dr. Dolittle".

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">- Brian Watts is now the second of my OCs to visit the Loud House.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">- The idea of a rat terrorizing the Loud house was inspired from the scene in A Tattler's Tale when Lynn mentioned there's a rat amongst them and Leni freaked out when she thought there was actually a rat in the room. I had Lana, Lisa, Lucy and Lynn leave since they most likely wouldn't be as afraid of rats and could've dealt with it themselves.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">- Luna's song references; "Out with the old, in with the new string" – “Out With the Old” by Black Planet. "There you go. Ain't nothin' to it." – “Ain’t Nothin’ to It” by The Stranglers.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%"> <h2 style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">Running gags <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">- A brief pause after saying "that's".

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">- Keith shaking hands with members of the Loud family.

<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%">- The sisters and Lynn Sr. freaking out from the rat.