User blog:MrTyeDye/Fanfiction: Peeking Through the Fourth Wall (Episode 11)

''[We open on the couch. This time, Lincoln and Lisa are joined by Lynn, Lana and Lola.]''

Lincoln: Hey, everyone, welcome back! Today, we're gonna be trying something a little different. Instead of reading one story, we're going to be reading three short ones!

Lynn: Yeah! So, it's like, instead of serving you a big meatball sub, we'll be serving you a plate of jalapeño poppers, and then a plate of mozzarella sticks, and then a bowl of fully loaded nachos, with salsa and guacamole and sour cream. [Closes eyes and smiles dreamily while rubbing her tummy] Mmmm...

Lisa: You could have just said we're serving three appetizers instead of a main course.

Lynn: Where's the fun in that?

Lisa: ...point taken. But Lincoln, I'm curious; will these three stories be united by a common theme?

Lincoln: Actually, yes! For each author, we're gonna look at one of their earliest attempts at writing a story.

The first one is called... "Lynn's Bruised Hand" by Thomperfan!

Lynn: Oh, hey, a story about me! Neat!

(NOTE: This a story based on the Theodore Tugboat episode "Emily's Bruised Bumper.)

Lincoln: "Theodore Tugboat"?

Lana: What's that? Some bootleg version of Samuel Steamship?

(It starts off on the sidewalk, Lynn rushes by riding a bike, Lincoln is peddling close behind on his bike...)

Lisa: Apparently, Lincoln is attempting to sell merchandise mid-ride. Because that's what peddling means.

(...Lana rides past riding a skateboard...)

Lana: Cool! I've always wanted to learn how to skateboard.

Lynn: I could teach you, if you want.

Lana: [Starry-eyed] You could?

Lola: I wouldn't recommend it, Lana. Lynn's a mean teacher. She makes you do lots of push-ups if you get something wrong.

Lynn: So? Push-ups are good for you. Beef up your triceps, delts and pecs. [Pats herself on the chest]

Lola: I don't want to beef up my... whatever those are.

(I come by riding my scooter and Leni rushes by with roller skates. We notice a hill and decide to jump it.)

Lincoln: Hold on a second. "I"? "We"?

Lana: Did the writer put himself in the story?

Lola: What makes you think it's a him? Maybe it's a girl.

Lincoln: No, no, I checked. He's a boy.

Lola: ...oh. Well, still, you shouldn't assume that.

Lynn: Yeah!

Lincoln: Aaaahhhh!

Lana: Woo-Hoo!

Me: Wheeeee!

Lisa: Well, I suppose that confirms it. The write has decided to insert himself into our lives.

Lana: Well, one time, at school, I wrote a story about me going on adventures with Blarney the Dinosaur. Maybe this is like that.

Lisa: Incidentally, what mark did you receive on that paper?

Lana: I got a smiley face!

Leni: (does a triple pirouette.)

''Me: Wow, Leni! That was amazing!''

''Leni: Thanks, Noey! You were great too.''

Lincoln: His name is "Noey"?

Lola: I don't even know how to pronounce that. Noh-ee? Noo-ee? No-ay?

(We arrive at the park and decide to stop.)

''Lynn: That was great, guys! You're getting better!''

''Lincoln: Thanks, Lynn! But, we couldn't have been as fast as you!''

''Me: Yeah! You're the fastest, strongest Loud of all.''

Lynn: Heck yeah, I am. [Flexes bicep in front of Lincoln's face] Feel that, Lincoln.

Lincoln: I'll pass.

Lynn: Come on, not even a little squeeze?

Lola: Put your gross muscles away, Lynn. Nobody wants to see that.

Lynn: Fine. [Puts her arm down] Somebody's jealous...

Lola: What?

Lynn: Nothing.

''Lana: Lynn can do anything! (Lynn smiles a bit.)''

Lynn: OK, guys, it's time to get to work.

(Rita and Lynn Sr. chose me, Lincoln, Leni, Lynn and Lana to move a vending machine from the front of the park to the bathrooms. Lynn counts to 3 and we all lift the machine and carry it to the bathrooms.)

[Beat]

Lincoln: Okay... questions. Why were we chosen to do this? Aren't there people at the park who are paid to do this kind of thing?

Lana: And who needs a vending machine in the bathroom?

Lisa: And even if our parents wanted us to move this vending machine for some arbitrary reason, what would give them the authority to assign that task to us? Last time I checked, neither our mother nor our father is in charge of the park.

Lynn: Yeah, and why would I even bother bringing along you bozos? Like I'd even need any help moving that thing. Grr! [Does a crab flex]

Lynn: Prepare to push the vending machine to the side of the bathroom!

(Just as she gets ready to help push the vending machine in place, her lucky ping-pong ball falls out and rolls behind the vending machine. As Lynn goes to to make sure everything is going OK, she notices her ping-pong ball.)

''Lynn: (gasps) My lucky ping-pong ball! How did it get there?!''

Lynn: Hey, what kind of scatterbrain does this writer think I am?! I'll have him know I'm the most organized girl in this house. Nothing I own is ever out of place!

[Lincoln reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of fingerless gloves with Lynn's name on them.]

Lynn: ...okay, almost nothing.

[Lisa reaches into her pocket and pulls out a container of eye black.]

Lynn: Almost almost nothing.

[Lola reaches under the couch and pulls out a pair of shin guards.]

Lynn: Okay, you've made your poi-

[Lana spits out a tennis ball.]

Lynn: Oh, screw you!

(Not wanting to stop the pushing or wanting her ping-pong ball to get squished, she races to push her ball out the other side. But Me, Lincoln, Leni and Lana don't know that Lynn is on the other side and at that very moment we give an extra push.)

Lisa: I believe you mean Lincoln, Leni, Lana and I.

Lynn: (Screams in pain)

(We stop pushing right away and run to the back of the vending machine to see what happened. We all gasp.)

''Lincoln: Oh my gosh! Lynn! Are you OK?!''

''Lynn: (shaky) Yeah, I'm fine. L-Let's get back to work.''

Lana: That sounds like Lynn, all right.

Lynn: Yep. Power through the pain. That's my motto.

(We all get back into place, waiting for Lynn to start pushing again. But just as soon as she puts her hands on the machine.)

Lynn: Ouch!

Leni: Lynn, what's wrong?

Lana: Are you sure you're OK?

Lynn: Well, maybe I should go see a doctor.

Lynn: For a bruise?!

Lana: Well, we don't know it was just a bruise.

Lynn: The name of the story is "Lynn's Bruised Hand"!

(Later that night, we're back at home. Me, Lincoln, Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan, Lucy, Lana, Lola, Lisa and Lily are all watching TV. Lynn's still not back from the hospital.)

Me: I wonder why Lynn isn't back yet.

Lori: Yeah, she's literally been gone all day.

''Rita: Kids! It's time for bed.''

(We each go to our rooms. I follow Lincoln to his room. One by one we fall asleep.)

Lincoln: Eh... usually when I have a friend sleep over I just have them use the couch. My room's kinda cramped.

(A little while later, Lynn comes in through the front door, very quietly. She has a big bandage on her hand. She'd waited until we had gone to sleep to come back home.)

Lincoln: Uh oh, Lisa! Another tense change!

Lisa: Actually, in this case the change in tense is acceptable. The action in question - Lynn waiting - happens prior to the events being described.

Lincoln: ...oh. Well, all right, then.

(She creeps up the stairs and opens the door to her and Lucy's room and goes in and closes the door. Lucy is asleep, so she doesn't notice Lynn coming in. Lynn carefully gets into bed.)

''Lynn: (to herself) I can't do anything like I used to. (She falls unhappily to sleep.)''

Lynn: Whoa! What's that about?! I got hurt because I was being a doofus, not because I'm not fit!

Lincoln: Well, maybe you're just worried that the injury will put you out of commission.

Lynn: As if! I've been hurt way worse than that. There was the time I got hit in the face with a baseball and broke my nose, the time I skateboarded into a stone wall, the time I took a bad fall at a roller derby and my hand got run over, the time I tore my ACL playing soccer, the time I dove into the shallow end of the pool and cracked my head on the bottom...

[Five minutes later]

Lynn: ...the time I took a suplex the wrong way and almost broke my neck, the time I got tackled in rugby and busted up my elbow... I still have the scar from that last one, by the way. Oh! And the time that I...

[The other siblings just go back to reading the story while Lynn rambles on.]

THE NEXT MORNING

(Lynn decides to see if her hand still hurts. She tries nudging it against the wall.)

Lynn: Ow!

Lucy: (half-asleep) What'd you say, Lynn?

Lynn: (mumbles) Nothing.

(Later that afternoon, Lynn is at soccer practice and the coach is going over the game plans.)

Coach: Lynn, because of your bruised hand, I would like you to be the shag.

Lola: The what?

Lynn: The shag. That's the player who goes and fetches the ball whenever it gets out of bounds.

(Lynn gasps. She could not believe what the coach had said.)

Lynn: (hurt) The Shag?!

Coach: Yes, the Shag.

(Lynn thinks that being the shag is the smallest job on the team and not a job for her.)

Lynn: Well, I wouldn't mind doing it for just one practice...

Lana: Wait a minute, though. Because you hurt your hand, you can't play soccer? Isn't that like saying you can't play ping pong because you broke your toe?

Player #1: What's with, Lynn?

Lisa: The placement of that comma seems to imply that the player is asking Lynn what a "with" is.

(Lynn waits until all of her teammates have gotten in position and are ready to start the game. Then she hears someone coming.)

''Snack girl: Oh, Lynn look at you! Your poor hand, does it hurt?''

Lincoln: Who hires a snack vendor for a practice session?

Lana: I would go to all of Lynn's practices if they had those. Well, as long as they served good snacks, not stuff like raisins and celery sticks. Yuck!

Lincoln: You eat out of the garbage and you're grossed out by celery?

Lana: Eh.

Lynn: I'm fine.

''Snack girl: Well, please take it easy today. Just do your little job getting the ball if it goes out of bounds and then have your family pick you straight up.''

(she goes off, Lynn lowers her eyebrows.)

''Lynn: (quietly) Little job! OK, that's it! I'm not doing practice today. Everyone is gonna laugh at me.''

Lynn: Wha... no, they won't! If that were true, every practice we'd just laugh at whoever was the shag! Which isn't a fun job, I'll admit, but somebody's gotta do it!

(A little while later, I'm walking down the road whistling to myself, when I hear a whisper.)

Lisa: I was wondering when the writer's avatar would show up again.

Lynn: (whispering) Nolan!

''Me: Huh? Who said that?''

(I turn around to see Lynn hiding in a bush.)

''Me: Lynn. What are you doing in there?''

''Lynn: Nolan, listen. I need you to do me a really big favor.''

Me: What?

Lynn: I need you to be the shag for me.

Me: But, that's YOUR job, Lynn.

Lynn: [Narrows eyes] How did he know that?

Lincoln: I don't know. The story never said that he came to your practice. Was he just stalking you?

Lisa: Either that, or he possesses psychic powers.

''Lynn: I really need you to do it for me. It's important.''

(I decide that it would be best not to ask any questions and just do what Lynn wants me to do.)

Lynn: (sighs with relief) I'm not coming out of this bush, until my hand is better and I can do all the things I used to do.

Lynn: Okay, no. I wouldn't spend days sitting in a stupid bush waiting for my boo-boo to go away. If anything, I'd just go home.

Lisa: Also, did the writer just leave her there, knowing that that was her intention?

Lana: Yeah, I would've at least tried to talk her out of it.

(Later that night, we're all watching TV again and Lynn's still not back. Rita and Lynn Sr. come in.)

''Lynn Sr.: Kids, I'm really worried about your sister. She hasn't come back yet and It's almost bedtime.''

Me: I'll go look for her and bring her back.

Lincoln: You know, where she is?

''Me: I think so. I'll find her.''

Lincoln: And you didn't think to meet up with her after practice because...?

Lana: Also, what was he doing at our house?

Lola: Maybe he was sleeping over.

Lana: But he was sleeping over the night before, too! Does he just live with us or something?

(I grab my helmet and my scooter and scoot of to the bush where Lynn is still hiding, waiting for her family to go to sleep so no one.)

Lola: So no one what?

(Then, she gets startled by the sound of the wheels of a scooter.)

Lynn: Nolan, what are you doing here?

Me: Well, I was going to ask YOU that, Lynn.

Lana: Well, except that you already told him, didn't you? Didn't you say out loud that you were just gonna sit in the bush?

(Lynn doesn't say anything.)

Me: So, why are you hiding?

Lynn: I'm not hiding!

(I flinch back in surprise.)

Me: Well, why didn't you want to be the shag today?

Lynn: I didn't feel like it.

Me: Is it your hand?

Lynn: Promise me, you won't laugh, Nolan.

Lola: Nolan? I thought his name was Noey.

Lana: I think Noey's just a nickname.

Lisa: Perhaps, but I do think it would have helped if his dialogue was tagged with his name instead of his personal pronoun.

Me: I promise, Lynn.

(She comes out of the bush and shows me her hand.)

''Lynn: Well? Isn't it dumb? All I can do is just get the ball whenever it goes out of bounds.''

''Me: I like doing that. It's fun.''

Lynn: There is nobody in the history of sports who has ever had fun being the shag.

''Lynn: But everyone is gonna laugh at me. (she hangs her head in shame)''

(I move closer to Lynn. I take her hand that isn't bruised.)

Me: Lynn, even if you could only hold the ball until someone needed it, you'd still be Lynn.

Lynn: I know, but I can't do anything!

Lynn: Wha... it's just a bruised hand! I can still run, and jump, and throw, and do one-handed catches, and... it's a bruised hand!

Me: You can still be my friend.

Lynn: Yeah, exactly! I can still be his- wait, what?

(Lynn's eyes tear up and she hugs me.)

Lola: Aww. That's kinda sweet.

Lynn: I guess. Would've felt stronger if I knew who this kid was, though.

''Lynn: Yes. I can always be your friend. You know, I think I'm feeling a little better now. Let's go home.''

''Me: OK, Lynn. Hop on.''

(Lynn hops on and we both scoot home.)

THE END

Lincoln: So... thoughts?

Lola: I didn't think it was bad.

Lynn: [Crosses her arms] Would've been better if I wasn't written as some kind of wimpy sad-sack.

Lisa: I do like the fact that, even though the author placed himself in the story, the bulk of the narrative is still focused on Lynn. Instead of hogging the spotlight, he's limited his role to the delivery of the moral at the end.

Lincoln: Yeah, but I still would've rather seen one of us deliver that moral. Anyway, moving on. This next one's called... um...

..."My First Fanfic, I Know It's Really Bad" by MikeTheHuman113.

Lisa: Ohhh boy.

(Luna enters the Loud House, exhausted after a long day of school)

''Luna: Oh man, what a day. I've been working like a dog, but finally I get to relax.''

(Charles stares at her inquisitively)

Luna: Oh, not you, Charles, it's just a-

Lincoln: -song lyric. We know.

(suddenly, a crack is heard. Luna lifts up her foot and finds shards of glass from a pocket mirror on her boot)

Luna: Oh man, I should probably clean this up and tell-

''Lola: (from upstairs) Has anyone seen my pocket mirror? I think I might have dropped it somewhere!''

Lynn: Uh oh... that's no good.

Lincoln: Yeah, you know what happens when you make Lola mad.

Lynn: I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the fact that she broke a mirror. That's seven years of bad luck!

''Luna:...Lola. This isn't gonna end well...''

''Lola: (notices Luna and begins walking downstairs) Luna, have you seen my mirror? It's been gone for 3 hours and I can't- (notices the shards of the mirror, gasps)''

''Luna: I'm really sorry, sis! I wasn't looking where I was going and-''

''Lola: Y-y-you monster! How am I supposed to maintain this flawless look every second of the day without my pocket mirror?!''

Lana: That's kind of on you, Lola.

Lincoln: Yeah. I mean, if you care that much about it, you really shouldn't have dropped it.

Lola: Which is exactly why I wouldn't!

[Lola takes out her pocket mirror and starts caressing it like a baby.]

Lola: Isn't that right, honey bunny? I would never drop you, would I? [Kisses mirror]

''Luna: I really didn't mean to! I can buy you a new one!''

Lola: I have had that pocket mirror since I won my first beauty pageant when I was FOUR...

Lola: Three and a half, actually.

''Lola: ...and now it's ruined forever! (sniffles) And here I thought you were supposed to be the nicest sister...(sulks out of the living room)''

Lisa: [Facepalms] Oh, for the love of Newton, not this again...

Lincoln: Where are all these writers getting that from?! I mean, she is a nice girl, but it's not like that's the first trait that comes to mind when I think about her.

Luna: Aw, come on, little sis, don't be like that!

(Luan walks in, having heard everything)

Luan: I guess this is the kind of situation that requires some reflection''! Hahahahahaha! Get it?''

''Luna: Not now, man. I just need some time alone... (walks upstairs slowly. Makes it to her room, but right before she opens the door, she feels something crawling up her leg) AH! (instinctively kicks her leg out causing what was on it to slam against the wall)''

''Lana: What did you just do?! You kicked Izzy across the hall! (takes her lizard Izzy and begins gingerly petting it)''

Lana: Ohhh, no. If I caught her doing that, I'd tend to Izzy after I finished kicking her butt. [Cracks knuckles]

Lincoln: Really? You'd prioritize vengeance over your pet's well-being?

Lana: Don't worry; I'd make it quick. Izzy wouldn't have to wait long.

''Luna: I'm sorry, little dudette! I just thought it was a spider or something!''

''Lana: There, there, Izzy. Let's patch you up and keep you away from the mean old sister that used to be the nicest...''

[Everyone facepalms.]

''Luna: (gasps) Come on, not you too! UGH!''

(Luna finally makes it to her room and flops onto her bed, plugs in her earphones, and listens to some music in an attempt to forget everything that's just happened. A half hour passes and Lincoln walks into her room with some worksheets and textbooks)

Lincoln: Hey, Luna.

''Luna: (to herself) Ugh, why now? (to Lincoln, a bit tired-sounding) Hey, bro. What's up?''

Lincoln: Do you think you could help me with some of my math homework?

Luna: (slightly irritated) Why can't Lisa or anyone else help you?

''Lincoln: Lisa's tutoring schedule is booked, Lori's been talking with Bobby nonstop on her phone, and Leni is...well, Leni. You're the best option I have right now.''

''Luna: (getting more irritated) Can't you just get Luan to help you or something? I'm really not in a mood right now...''

''Lincoln: Ummm...are you okay? You're usually a lot...nicer than this.''

''Luna: (reached the peak of annoyance) Okay, that's it. What is with this whole notion that I'm the nicest sister and that I have to be nice all the time? Who started that?''

Everyone: That's what we want to know!

Lincoln: ...I don't know-

''Luna: Because you know what? I'm sick of it. I'm getting really, really sick of it. I love you all and I'm glad most of you look up to me, but I have a life too, you know! And sometimes it's hard! I have like 5 projects and tests next week that are insanely important, I've had writer's block for my next song for the past month, and apparently two of my younger sisters now hate me because I didn't live up to their expectations!''

Lisa: Hmm. It seems we may have misjudged this story. I think it's trying to deconstruct the idea that Luna is the "nice sister", instead of playing it straight. Here, we see how damaging it can be when we hold her to that standard.

Lincoln: Well, I get that. But we don't hold her to that standard, do we?

''Lincoln: Wait, I wasn't aware of this. What happ-''

''Luna: Can you just leave me alone right now? I don't want to talk about it!''

''Lincoln:...Okay then. (walks out of the room, closing the door behind him)''

(Luna gets back to listening to her music. As time passes, she begins mulling over everything that's occurred since she got home, to the point to where she can't even remember what song she just listened to. An hour after Lincoln left the room, guilt begins to set in and tears begin to well up in her eyes. She takes off the headphones)

''Luna: (to herself) Oh no...what did I just do? I've got to fix all this... (makes it to her door, but before she reaches for the handle, a knock is heard) Who is it?''

''Lincoln: (from the other side of the door) It's me. And a few others...''

(Luna opens the door. Lincoln is standing there along with the twins, who are looking rather down)

Luna: How did you...?

''Lincoln: I asked around. I know what happened. And I think we all owe you an apology.''

Lincoln: Wait, what am I apologizing for?

Luna: Guys, you don't have to-

''Lola: No, we do! I don't know what I was thinking, calling you a monster. You're an amazing older sister and I can always just get another new pocket mirror.''

Lana: If by "get" you mean "beg daddy to buy a new one".

Lola: Oh, hush. That's how you get everything you want, too.

''Lana: Yeah, and you didn't hurt Izzy that bad at all. I guess I kinda overreacted to the whole situation... I'm really sorry for calling you a mean sister, Luna. It's not true at all!''

''Lincoln: And I suppose all of us should apologize for setting some unrealistic expectations for you. You're a really, really nice person, but that doesn't mean we should expect you to be nice all the time! You're human, like the rest of us, and I really should have taken that into consideration when I saw the mood you were in. I think that's just something we have to keep in mind from now on, all of us. You're a great older sister, Luna. Never forget that.''

Lynn: Yeah, Luna's nice, but she's still human. There was that one time she threatened you for taking Luan's side in an argument over a fog machine or something.

Lincoln: I wasn't even going to bring that up, honestly. Who would hold a grudge over something so inconsequential?

''Luna: (tears of joy beginning to well up, voice cracks a little) Awwww, thank you all so much! But I'm just at fault here too. I shouldn't have lashed out at you, little bro! And little dudettes, I'm really, really sorry for what happened with both of you. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you three?''

Lola and Lana: Ice cream!

[Lola and Lana look at each other in surprise.]

Lincoln: Huh. It's not every day we see you two on the same page.

Lola: (hugs one of Luna's legs)

Lana: (hugs the other leg)

(Lincoln joins in on the group hug, which Luna graciously returns)

Twins: We love you, Luna!

Lincoln: I love you, Luna.

Luna: (A few tears of joy slide down her cheeks) I love you all, too.

Everyone: Awww...

(A few hours later, it's around bedtime and Luna is lounging in bed, waiting for Luan to show up. She enters the room.)

Luna: Hey, sis!

Luan: Hey, Luna...(looks down a little bit)

Luna: What's wrong?

''Luan: It's just...I've been thinking about it all day and I'm really sorry for telling one of my stupid jokes after you broke Lola's mirror. I should have known better than-''

Lynn: Luan apologizing for a pun? That's new.

''Luna: (gets off the top bunk and begins approaching her) Whoa, hey now. It's all good, little sis! And don't think of yourself like that! Your jokes are really funny!''

Lola: Ehh...

Luan: But I really shouldn't have been telling one right when Lola stormed out of the room.

''Luna: Hey, I'm personally glad that someone was there to try and lighten the mood! I wasn't in the best of mindsets around that point, but I'm grateful that you tried to get me to smile, even if I didn't show it back then.''

Luan:...Y-you mean it?

Luna: Of course I mean it!

''Luan: (hugs Luna) Thank you so much, Luna. You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that.''

''Luna: Awww, it's no trouble, little sis! Now why don't we both head to bed, I think it's been a long day for both of us.''

''Luan: (separates from the hug and hops in bed) Good idea. Sleeping's something I'll never get tired of! Hahahahahaha! Get it?''

Luna: Oh, you...

Lisa: I must say, for a fanfic with such an apologetic title, this was... actually quite decent. Or, at least, I didn't see any glaring issues. The grammar and formatting are acceptable, and the story doesn't have any of us act uncharacteristically.

Lincoln: Yeah, I didn't mind it. I still don't know why so many people see Luna as the "nice one", though.

Lisa: That is a mystery we can solve another day. For now, let's just move on to the last story.

Lincoln: All right, then! This one's called "Stuffed Anger" by Muppetspot.

It was late one night in The Loud House, everyone was asleep except for one 11 eleven year old boy.

"Bun-Bun where are you," Lincoln said frantically looking around his bedroom for his stuffed bunny.

Lisa: A comma splice and a question that doesn't end in a question mark in the first two lines. I'm already excited.

"Lincoln, I am trying going to sleep" Lola yelled groggy.

Lisa: And now a mangled sentence that doesn't have any punctuation at all. Also, an adjective that seems to think it's an adverb.

Lincoln: Also, how did Lola hear me if we were both in our rooms? I know she lives one door down from me, but still...

"It's bad enough you're always in your underwear but, sleeping with stuffed bunny, grow up Lincoln".

Lincoln: Wha... you have an entire room filled with stuffed animals!

Lola: Yeah. I'm also half your age.

Lincoln: ...okay, that's fair. But I'm not in my underwear all the time.

Lincoln looked at himself realizing that he was only wearing an orange t-shirt & his victory undies.

Lana: Oh. Guess that's why she brought it up.

Lynn: But how did she see him while they were both in their rooms?

"Forget Lola," said Lincoln whiling hitting his mattress.

Lisa: "Whiling" is not a word.

''Then he heard familiar squeak. Lincoln lifted his covers to find Bun-Bun.''

''"Oh there, you are Bun-Bun." Lincoln yawned.''

Lisa: Lincoln apparently felt the need to remind Bun-Bun that he is, in fact, Bun-Bun. Either that or somebody needs to learn how commas work.

''"Well we better get to bed Bun-Bun." So Lincoln crawled into his bed, grabbed his bunny, & drifted off to sleep.''

''Meanwhile in Lola & Lana's bedroom, Lola was mad as a hornet nest. "Stupid Lincoln, it's fine if he always walking around in his underwear but, still sleeping with a stuffed animal" Lola said to herself. "I think it's time to have Lincoln paid for his actions."''

Lola: [Sighs] Lincoln, I don't care that you sleep with a stuffed animal. It's a little weird, but I wouldn't get angry about it. I have more important things to get angry about.

[Lola gives Lana a pointed look.]

Lola: ...like an icky roommate who let her dumb iguana pee all over my bedsheets!

Lana: Oh, one time!

''The next morning, Lincoln woke up to the sound of his sisters talking. Lincoln opened his door to find most of sisters with worry looked.''

[Lisa's eye twitches.]

Lincoln: You okay, Lisa?

Lisa: I'm not sure.

"Morning guys" Lincoln greeted his sisters.

"Morning Lincoln, Listen I need to tell you something that is really bad, so please sit down on your bed" Lori advised to Lincoln

"Okay, so what's this bad news" Lincoln said while sitting on his bed.

Lisa: At this point I can only assume that the question mark key on the writer's keyboard was broken.

"Well, dude when I woke up this morning, I notice that doll you have, went through a fight with either Charles or Cliff," Luna told to Lincoln.

Lynn: My money would be on Charles or Cliff. They really know how to throw those hands. Or paws.

"Wait what," Lincoln exclaimed.

Lisa: Exclamations are typically followed with exclamation points.

''Lincoln jump off his bed then ran down the hall pushing some of sisters away to witness what Luna said. In moments it seem, Lincoln saw his precious childhood object looking like a monster got to him and attack''

"Bun-Bun who could done this you," Lincoln cried.

[When we cut back to the couch, Lisa is missing.]

Lynn: Who, indeed. I've tried to take Bun-Bun away from Lincoln while he was sleeping. Kid's got a grip tighter than- wait, where's Lisa?

[They then hear a steady, rhythmic thumping noise from the other side of the room.]

Lana: And what's that noise?

[They look to the right to see that Lisa is banging her head against the wall.]

Lincoln: Well, I guess that answers both our questions.

"Don't worry Linky, I will fix Bun-Bun since I have fix him many times before," said Leni.

"You will Leni," Lincoln wimpier happily.

''"Yes she will and I will help" Luan exclaimed. "If can keep Mr. Coconuts in stitches, fixing Bun-Bun will be a piece of carrot cake."''

[The thumping continues.]

Lincoln: Um... cute pun, Luan, but I don't think you actually know how to sew.

''"Oh thank you Luan," Lincoln exclaimed happily. "Is there anything I could do to help you guys."''

"Only one but, I'll be brief on it," Luan joked.

''Lincoln rolled his eyes, since he knew what Luan meant by her pun. So he slipped on a pair of jeans that he found on his floor. Then he followed Luan & Leni into Lori's & Leni's bedroom to fix Bun-Bun.''

After the bedroom door closed, the other sisters realized that two were missing.

"Hey where's Lola & Lana," Lynn asked.

Lynn: Wait, why do we need Lola and Lana? They're not the ones fixing Bun-Bun.

[The thumping continues.]

Lynn: Lisa, if you keep doing that you're gonna get a concussion.

Lisa: I don't care!

"Lana had to go to the doctor's so she could go to the camp," Lisa told them.

"I starting to see that maybe Bun-Bun's accident was on purpose," Lucy said her in monotone fashion.

The six sisters decide to storm into Lola's & Lana's bedroom, where they Lola looking at herself in a mirror.

"Alright Lola what did you to Lincoln's bunny," Lori said directly to Lola.

''"Look I was in a foul mood yesterday and Lincoln looking for his stuffed bunny was getting me upset" Lola told her sister. "So I decide to take revenge on Lincoln but, now I feel so ashamed of myself for doing."''

Lana: She doesn't sound ashamed.

[The thumping continues.]

Lynn: Lincoln, would you mind taking Lisa upstairs before she hurts herself?

Lincoln: [Sighs] Sure.

[Lincoln gets up from the couch, walks over to Lisa, picks her up and carries her upstairs.]

"So how are you going to make this up to Lincoln," Luna asked

"Don't worry guys I have a plan to make up my horrible actions to Lincoln," Lola said grinning ear to ear.

Lana: See, that's what I'm talking about. People don't grin when they're ashamed. If she did that, I'd just think that she's up to something.

Lynn: When isn't she up to something?

''Meanwhile in Lori's & Leni's bedroom, Bun-Bun was looking like when Lincoln first got him. He was all stitch up and Lincoln couldn't be happier.''

''"Oh thank you Leni and you too Luan" Lincoln happily exclaimed while hugging his two sisters as well as Bun-Bun. The rest of the Loud siblings walk in saw them hugging after leaving Lola's & Lana's bedroom. All them let out an aaaawwwww expect for Lisa.''

"I still do not understand," Lisa said in a confused tone.

"What don't you understand Liz," Luna asked.

Lola: Have we ever called her "Liz"?

Lana: I couldn't tell you.

"How can an eleven year old human specimen still being attach to a stuffed inaccurate representation of a Oryctolagus cuniculus and also how did he gain the Oryctolagus cuniculus," Lisa asked.

"In English," Lynn said slightly annoyed.

''"How can Lincoln still be attach to a doll and how did he get it?" Lisa said.''

Lynn: I seriously doubt Lisa would care where Lincoln got Bun-Bun.

"Well it's a long story but hey might as well tell it," Lincoln told his little sister.

FLASHBACK (about 8 years ago):

''"Well here you go Lincoln" Great Grandma Loud said while giving Lincoln a gift in a box. "I saw this at an airport gift shop and I thought you when I saw it."''

''Lincoln open the box that reveal his gift a stuffed rabbit with a purple shirt. Lincoln was in awed about his gift.''

''"Oh thank you Great Grandma Loud," Lincoln said very gleeful. "I think I will name my new bunny Bun-Bun."''

FLASH-FORWARD (now in the present):

Lana: [Rubs her chin] But why did the bunny make Great Grandma think of Lincoln?

Lynn: Guess that's just up to interpretation.

''"And that's how I got Bun-Bun" Lincoln said finishing the memory. "I keep him because, of he reminds me of Great Grandma Loud and all the memories I have with him..."''

Lynn: Okay, I'm no grammar nazi, but even I know the difference between him and her.

"...like that Halloween I dressed up as The Amazing Mumford from Sesame Street and used Bun-Bun as the rabbit that poof out of my hat..."

Lola: "Sesame Street"? What is that, some bootleg version of Poppy Avenue?

[Lincoln returns to the couch.]

Lincoln: All right, I'm back. I just got her to sleep.

Lana: How'd you manage that?

Lincoln: Simple; I just played her favorite lullaby. "A Glorious Dawn" by Symphonies of Science never fails to get her sleepy. Anyway, where are we?

Lynn: You were just talking about all your memories of Bun-Bun. In the story, I mean.

"...or that time I had to stay in the hospital because Lynn broke my arm.""

"Hey I said I was sorry for doing that Lincoln," Lynn exclaimed angrily.

Lincoln: You said, "Sorry you're such a frail little nancy boy."

Lynn: And I genuinely meant that!

"Yeah I remember that you were staying with me until visiting hours were over and also you brought me Bun-Bun to me company through out the night," Lincoln said calmly.

"Oh yeah sorry for getting all angry," Lynn said embarrassed.

Lincoln: Oh, yeah. You did do that for me.

Lynn: See? I'm not all bad.

Just then Lola came in Lori's & Leni's bedroom holding two boxes, most of the sisters glare at her angrily.

"Hey Lincoln, I have something to tell you" Lola said very neurotically.

"Yeah what is it Lola" Lincoln asked.

"I was the one who destroy Bun-Bun," Lola cried out.

"Lola how could...," Lincoln shouted angrily.

"Listen Lincoln I regret that horrible action so I decided to get you these two gifts" Lola said sadly holding two gifts.

Lincoln reluctantly took the gifts and open them to reveal a pair of the victory undies and the new Ace Savvy action figure that came out.

Lincoln: Okay, I'd appreciate the second gift, but why would you buy me something I already have?

Lola: I'm a much better gift giver than that.

"Lola I can't believe it," Lincoln said astound.

"I know I am probably the worst sister ever," Lola said in shame.

"Uh no, I can't believe you were willing to go out of your way to buy these gifts to make up for destroying Bun-Bun for me," Lincoln said.

"So wait you are not mad at me," Lola asked surprised.

"Well I'm kind of little mad that destroy my cherish childhood toy but, you tried to make the it up to me which shows me that you really care about," Lincoln said calmly.

Lincoln: I'm really glad I put Lisa to bed. That sentence would have given her an aneurysm.

Lincoln reach his arms out to grab Lola then hug her.

"Well thank you Lincoln for not being as mad at me and I'm sorry for destroying Bun-Bun," Lola apologized.

"It's OK Lola but actually I am kind of getting hungry want to go to the Burpin' Burger for lunch," Lincoln asked.

"Sure Lincoln" Lola said gleefully.

The two siblings walked out of the house to the Burpin' Burger for lunch.

Lana: Must've been a heck of a long walk.

"So, now what," Leni asked.

The rest of siblings just groan and went to back to their normal activities.

Lincoln: Um... what did Leni say that was groan worthy?

[Everyone else shrugs.]

"What was that about," Leni asked but, nobody answered her, she just shrugged went back to her fashion magazine that she was reading earlier.

The End, finally.

Lynn: Oh, wow. Even the story was sick of itself.

[Lynn turns to the camera.]

Lynn: But hey, thanks for joining us! Sorry we couldn't all make it 'til the end.

Lincoln: We really ought to install Grammarly on our browser. Or something like that.

THE END