User blog:IronRaphRa/Shortfic: A Holiday to Remember or Poor Lincoln

= Disclaimer: I don’t own the Loud House. = Lincoln anxiously awoke on a bright Sunday morning, the he put on his clothes and dashed downstairs to get breakfast.

“There’s nothing like getting a good start to finish off your weekend,” He said.

He made his way to the breakfast table and noticed that all his sisters were wearing green.

“It can’t be,” Lincoln thought as his eyes widened in fear.

He looked over to the nearest calendar and found that saw just what he feared, it was March 17th. Now forgetting St. Patrick’s Day might not seem like a big deal; but in a big family, things get a little hectic.

“It’s time to start operation get back to my room and put on something green before my sisters find out,” He nervously thought as he started to tiptoe away.

Lincoln sneaked away from the kitchen while keeping an eye on his sisters, but he didn’t notice the bike horn on the floor. A noisy honk filled the house and soon everyone was staring at Lincoln.

“Lincoln’s not wearing green,” Lana observed.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“I think our brother got himself in a pinch,” Luan laughed, “get it.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Let’s get him,” Lola stated.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">The ten sisters grinned evilly as they stood up and charged toward their brother. Lincoln screamed and started running with his entire family right behind him. He almost reached the stairs before Lynn tackled him. The next thing he knew, his sisters swarmed him and spent the next few minutes pinching every part of his body.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Ow,” Lincoln shouted, “come on guys, quit it!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“I think he’s had enough,” Lori teased.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">The Loud sisters returned to their breakfast as Lincoln stood up. His hair and clothes were a complete mess and he looked exhausted. The eleven-year-old managed to stumble all the way back to his room.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“You have no idea what it’s like to have ten sisters pinching you at the same time,” Lincoln said just before he fainted.