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THE LOUD HOUSE ENCYCLOPEDIA

THE LOUD HOUSE ENCYCLOPEDIA Aartistboy714/Fanfiction - Harsh and Harsher - Part 3 User blog WARNING: Turn off the sound if you don't want to hear the music. Worth a Chance - Steve Conte

Here is my fifth (or fourth to be correct) fanfiction.

And here's the conclusion of the whole Harsh and Harsher story!

WARNING: The story you're about to read is gonna be very deep, intense, and obscure, but will still have a heartwarming tone than my previous fanfictions, so I thought I'd make this warning to let you all know. I hope all of you enjoy it.

Special thanks to TheManInTheWhiteMask and Thompefan for the story assistance.

If you haven't read the first part of the story, click here.

If you haven't read the second part of the story, then click here.

Narrator: Previously on the Loud House...

(We see another flashback that now shows the events from the previous fanfic.)

Lynn Sr.: (to his family; depressed) So, how's everyone's day going so far?

Rita: (to her husband; depressed) Honey, I think you know exactly how we're all feeling, and why.

Lynn Sr.: (sighs; depressed) Is this about Lincoln?

Loud Sisters and Rita: (depressed) Yeah.

Rita: (depressed) I think the right thing for us to do is go upstairs and apologize.

(Everyone glumly walks upstairs towards Lincoln's bedroom, but before one of them could knock on his door...)

BAM!

(After the door bursts opens, they all stand in shock at what's in front of them.)

All: (shocked) Lincoln?

Lincoln (Wretched): (apathetic) Lincoln Loud's not here anymore, it's Wretched now!

Luna: (nervous) What do you mean, dude?

Wretched: (smiles) What I mean, is that you're all looking at the new, and very much improved, me!

Rita: (devastated; nervous) But, honey, you've got to listen to us, we never meant for you to snap.

Lynn Sr.: (devastated; nervous) Son, please! We know what we did was wrong! You didn't deserve any of our criticism or judgement!

Wretched: (angrily) I'm done listening to all of you! You see that was always Lincoln's mistake. You say you don't mean it, but you just keep on doing the same thing, again, and again, and again! None of you seem to understand. You! Did! This! You always do this to Lincoln. Every day of his life, he's always had to suffer in some way. It doesn’t matter what it is, it just has to be something! He did whatever he could to make you all happy, to make you all feel better about your sad, miserable, pathetic lives! Without as much as getting anything in return. He always forgave you for what you did to him, and held no grudge. But when he made the slightest mistake, one that didn’t even matter, you all jumped at the opportunity without a second thought! You would manipulate him into doing whatever you wanted out of guilt! He couldn’t have the slightest thing, not even so much as a crumb, without you all to see how it fits your views! He could never do anything because he’s outnumbered. Even when he would do something to help, it didn’t matter because you would all find a way to turn it against him; And now thanks to you, he’s gone; He doesn’t exist anymore; Lincoln Loud is dead! Now, it’s just me! And I’ll do what he could never do, no matter who gets in my way! (smiles sinisterly) No strings, to hold me down. Cause now, I’m free! (walking back towards his bedroom) Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna get some shuteye; when I go to school tomorrow, I'm gonna be spreading the exact, same message at school!

Clyde: (to Wretched; nervously) Hey buddy, you okay?

Wretched: (to Clyde; frowning) I'm not your buddy anymore! (laughs) Sure, you might've backed Lincoln up then, but you'll just turn out like everyone else. That was always his mistake. Believing that there was anyone to trust. When in actuality, there is no one to trust! You. Don't. Care! You all never cared! If you did, then we wouldn't be here, now would we?! What you all did has serious consequences, and now you're suffering for it! (frowns) You all are so unbearably naive. You all think you can just walk all over Lincoln, and get away with it? (laughs maniacally) Everyone creates the thing they dread. So I'd suggest that you all stay outta my way, if you know what's good for ya!

POW!

(Lori gets punched right in the cheek, and is now lying unconscious on the floor.)

POW!

(Leni gets punched right in the eye, and is now lying unconscious with Lori on the floor as well.)

BAM!

(Luna gets hit in the head with her guitar.)

SNAP!

(He smacks Luan in the head with Mr. Coconuts; breaking in the process.)

SMACK!

(Lynn gets hit in the stomach with her baseball bat, and is now lying on the ground groaning in pain.)

PLOP!

(Lucy's head gets clogged in the toilet.)

WHIP!

(Lana is now tied up with Hops' tongue, and is dangling upside down. Then Wretched spins Lola around, and rips apart her dress. He stops her from spinning, and pulls up her panties to her head. Finally, he shoves her into the mud from Lana's side of the room.)

Wretched: (holding a plate of chocolate chip cookies) Cookies?

Lola: (starts taking a bite out of the cookie) Huh, this is really good, what's in these cookies?

Wretched: (smiles sinisterly) What was inside of them. (points off-screen)

(Lola sees all of her stuffed animals, and that all of the cotton in them was torn out. Lola then looks back at her cookie, which is revealed to have cotton inside. Cut to outside the Loud House where Lola screams in sheer horror at the top of her lungs. Her scream was so incredibly loud, that it echoes and scares the birds away.)

Wretched: (frowning) Trying to find a way to make me go away. Sorry to disappoint you, Poindexter, but that's not going to happen! If you think I'm going to drink this and go back to being my weak self again, then you've got another thing coming, Nerd! (smiles sinisterly) Hey, maybe you can test one of my experiments.

(He mixes one of the few chemicals left, and throws it at Lisa.)

BOOM!

(The chemicals caused an explosion that sended Lisa flying towards the wall.)

SPLASH!

(Wretched slams his father's own cooking right over his head, making him scream in pain.)

Lynn Sr.: (screaming) My eyes! They burn! (runs around screaming)

SLAM!

(He slams her face with a frying pan, which sends her crashing into Lynn Sr.)

Wretched: (to Mr. Grouse) I came to give you some of my dad’s lasagna.

Mr Grouse: (excited) Well, don’t just stand there. Give it to me!

(Wretched takes out the tray of lasagna and then…)

SLAM!

(He slams the tray of Lasagna into Mr. Grouse’s face.)

Wretched: (laughs; turns to the viewers) This is only the beginning, and you’re next.

(Just then the telephone rang. Lori then walks over to answer it.)

Lori: (picks up the telephone) Hello?

Bobby: (over telephone) Babe, I mean, Lori?

Lori: (surprised) Boo-Boo Bear! I haven't heard from you in a while!

Bobby: (over telephone; stern) Lori, this is serious. I want you to invite all of your friends and your sister's friends over to our apartment. I'll explain everything when you get there. Just do what I told you.

Lori: (rubbing her neck; unsure) Bobby says he wants all of us to invite all of our friends, and ourselves, over to his family's apartment. He literally sounded serious when he told me to do so.

(The family began to look at each other with worried expressions as the screen fades to black.)

Narrator: And now, this is where our story concludes.

(Cut to the Loud House where all of the sisters (sans Lily) were texting each and everyone of their friends on their phones as their parents look on with concerned expressions on their faces.)

Rita: (to her husband; concerned) I wonder why Bobby wants to see the girls.

Lynn Sr.: (to his wife; concerned) Well, whatever it is, I hope it's nothing serious.

(They both came in to check on their daughters to see if they're almost ready.)

Lynn Sr.: (to his daughters; concerned) Are you girls almost ready to go?

Lori: (to her father) Yeah, Dad, we're all ready.

Rita: (to her daughters; worried) Now, before you go, there's something we need to ask you.

Lynn Sr.: (to his daughters; worried) Are you sure that this is a good idea, girls? Because if you need backup support, we'll come.

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

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

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

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

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

Lynn: (to her parents; confident) Yeah, I mean, it's not like it's gonna get anymore worse than before, right?

Lucy: (to her parents; confident) Hopefully everything will might turn out okay.

Lana: (to her parents; confident) I just hope it's nothing serious or anything.

Lola: (to her parents; confident) Me too.

Rita: (thinks about it for a second) Well... okay then.

Lynn Sr.: (to his daughters; still concerned) If you girls say so.

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

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

Rita: (to her daughters) Promise?

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

(They all share a quick family hug.)

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

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

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

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

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

Lynn Sr.: (startled) What was that?!

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

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

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

Rita: (confused) Hello?

Pop-Pop: (over the phone) Rita?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Chandler and his two goons groan in pain)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

POW!

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

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

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

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

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

(Then cut to Wretched finally arriving at the Loud House where he opens the door to find the whole house completely empty.)

Wretched: (looks around) Huh, those idiots must have left. Eh, good riddance. (yawns) Boy, am I bushed. I think I'm gonna go take a nap.

(Wretched starts laying down on the couch as he closes his eyes and falls asleep. Then all of a sudden, he hears a familiar voice.)

Voice: (offscreen) Are you sure you don't miss them, Lincoln?

Wretched: (wakes up) Huh? Who said that? Eh, it was probably nothing.

Voice: (offscreen) Hey, buddy, I’m talking to you!

(Wretched turns around to see a reflection of his old self on the mirror, looking very stern and concerned.)

Wretched: (to his reflection; confused) Who the heck are you?

Reflection: (to Wretched; stern) I'm your subconscious.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; confused) What are you doing here?

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; stern) I think you already know the answer to that too... Lincoln.

Wretched: (to his subconsicous; aggravated) How many times do I have to keep saying it?! I'm no longer Lincoln Loud! It's Wretched now! You're no longer in control, remember?

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; stern) Hey, just because I’m not in control anymore, doesn’t mean I’ve disappeared completely. I’ve seen all those terrible things you’ve been doing for the past few weeks.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; strong-minded) Hey, those jerks deserved it for how they’ve been treating me. If anything, you should be thanking me for doing you a favor.

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; stern) Dude, even though everyone gave us a hard time these past few weeks, that doesn’t give you the right to just get revenge on everyone like that. Especially to the ones who tried to defend you.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; unconvinced) Well, they all would’ve eventually turned on me, like they always do. No matter what it is, they’d always find some way to turn on me.

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; stern) Yeah, but two wrongs don’t make a right.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; annoyed) Enough! I’ve had enough of this. I’m going upstairs to lay down.

(Wretched was about to go upstairs, until...)

Lincoln’s Subconscious: (to Wretched; smirking) You didn’t think you’d get rid of me that easily, did you?

Wretched: (to his subconscious; surprised) What?! How'd you do that?!

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; explaining) Because I'm in your head, silly. I can follow you wherever you go.

(Wretched scowls and snarls at him before heading upstairs to take a nap. However, he sees that his subconscious is already in his bedroom.)

Wretched: (to his subconscious; annoyed) Will you stop doing that?!

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; concerned) Look, buddy, are you really happy with this new lifestyle?

Wretched: (to his subconscious; irritated) What the heck are you talking about?! Of course I am, you dunderhead! And there's absolutely no way I'm going back to being you!

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; smug) Oh, I have a feeling you will, soon enough.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; aggravated) Listen here, bub! You better get the heck out of here before I...

(However, to his astonishment, his subconscious was completely unfazed by his threat, which confuses him.)

Wretched: (to his subconscious; astounded) Wait, why aren't you afraid of me?

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; explaining) Two reasons: One, I'm intangible, and I can't be touched nor harmed. And two, I'm you.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; aggravated) We are nothing alike!

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; smirking) Au contraire, my dear alter ego. I am in fact you.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; groaning) Listen, would you just do me a favor and buzz off already? I’m too tired to deal with this.

Lincoln's Subconscious (to Wretched; stern) You know you can't keep running from this forever, right?

Wretched: (to his subconscious; provoked) WILL YOU JUST GO AND LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY?!

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; clever) Oh, I won't be going anywhere. (disappears)

Wretched: (relieved) Finally!

(Wretched turns around, and looks at his reflection on his shattered mirror. After a short pause, he merely scoffs it off and starts laying down on his bed.)

MEANWHILE...

(Cut to the Casagrande Bodega where the girls are inside the Casagrandes' living room waiting anxiously.)

Lana: (to Lori; anxious) I wonder what Bobby wants with us, Lori.

Lori: (to Lana; anxious) I'm just as curious as you are, Lana. But don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing serious.

Lola: (anxious) I hope not.

(Just then, Bobby shows up in the living room with a stern expression on his face.)

Lori: (to Bobby; nervously) H-Hey, Boo-Boo Bear. Why did you call us here?

Lynn: (to Bobby; nervously) Yeah, and why did you asked us to bring our friends?

Bobby: (to the girls; stern) Because we wanted to have a talk with you girls.

Luan: (to Bobby; nervous and confused) "We?"

(Just then, Bobby's family, Maria, Frida Puga, Carlos, Hector, Rosa, Carlota, Carlos Jr., Carlino, and Carlitos, along with all of the girls' friends, Tad, Joey, Chaz, Dana, Teri, Becky, Tabby, Sam, Giggles, Benny, Francisco, Polly Pain, Margo, Silas, Haiku, Rocky, Skippy, Winston, David, and Darcy, gathered inside the living room, also with stern expressions on their faces as well.)

Lisa: (to everyone; nervously) So, what is it that you all would like to discuss about?

Bobby: (to the girls; stern) It's about your brother, Lincoln.

(The girls' eyes widen in shock by his last statement.)

Maria: (to the girls; disappointed) He’s right!

Frida Puga: (to the girls; disappointed) Without a doubt!

Carlos: (to the girls; disappointed) It’s most prominent!

Hector: (to the girls; disappointed) No disagreeing there!

Rosa: (to the girls; disappointed) Yes! Most definitely!

Carlota: (to the girls; disappointed) He's right, you know.

Carlos Jr.: (to the girls; disappointed) Yeah!

Carlino: (to the girls; disappointed) You know it!

(Carlitos just nods his head in agreement while looking at them with unbridled contempt.)

Tad: (to the girls; disappointed) Yep!

Joey: (to the girls; disappointed) I agree!

Chaz: (to the girls; disappointed) Same here!

Dana: (to the girls; disappointed) Have to call it!

Teri: (to the girls; disappointed) No way to hide from it!

Becky: (to the girls; disappointed) Like totally real!

Tabby: (to the girls; disappointed) Things aren’t rockin'

Sam: (to the girls; disappointed) Not very cool!

Giggles: (to the girls; disappointed) This isn’t something to joke about!

Benny: (to the girls; disappointed) Nothing funny here!

Polly Pain: (to the girls; disappointed) This is something serious!

Margo: (to the girls; disappointed) It’s a big deal!

Haiku: (to the girls; disappointed) It’s very grim!

Rocky: (to the girls; disappointed) It’s worse than you can imagine!

Skippy: (to the girls; disappointed) This is worth looking over!

David: (to the girls; disappointed) This needs to be addressed.

Darcy: (to the girls; disappointed) I think so too!

Lori: (to everyone; smiling sheepishly) What are you all talking about?

(They all scowled at her comment, not finding it the very least pleasing.)

Lori: (to everyone; confessing) Okay, fine, you got us. (sighs) We literally gave our brother a hard time these past few weeks ago, but how did you guys found out?

Familiar Voice: (offscreen) Because I told them.

(Everyone turns around to see that it's Ronnie Anne, who's looking at the girls with unbridled fury.)

The Loud Sisters: (in unison; surprised and confused) Ronnie Anne?!

Lori: (to Ronnie Anne; nervous and confused) What? But how-

Another Familiar Voice: (offscreen) Because I told her.

(The girls looks behind Ronnie Anne to see that it's Clyde, who's also looking at the girls with unbridled fury as well.)

The Loud Sisters: (in unison; surprised and confused) Clyde?!

Clyde: (to the girls; stern) That’s right.

Lynn: (to Clyde; still surprised and confused) B-But how did you know?!

Clyde: (to the girls; stern) You girls seriously thought I wouldn’t do something to get my best friend back?!

Ronnie Anne: (to the girls; stern) Yeah, Clyde told me what’s been going on. And I told Bobby, since I knew you wouldn’t, Lori.

Clyde: (to the girls; still stern) And after that, I had an idea to bring everyone here, and talk about the problem.

(Everyone nodded in agreement as they altogether question the girls about what they did to make this horrible event happen.)

Lori: (to everyone; overwhelmed) Okay, everyone stop! We can explain!

Luna: (to everyone; overwhelmed) Please! Just chill, and we’ll tell you what you dudes need to know, alright!

1 HOUR LATER

Lori: (finishing explaining to everyone) ...And that's pretty much exactly what happened.

(After hearing the whole story from their perspective, everyone was still very disappointed in the girls.)

Bobby: (to the girls; shocked and livid) Man, I can't believe you guys! I mean, I've seen alot of siblings blame each other for alot of petty reasons before, but I didn't think you guys would stoop this low! First of all, you get mad at Lincoln over some things that aren’t even worth the hassle over, and then you get mad at him without even knowing if it was him?! Seriously?! Has it ever even occurred to any of you that maybe you were taking things a bit too far?! He’s your only brother for Pete’s sake. Don’t you think you could cut him a break, considering there’s more of you than him?!

(Everyone clamored in agreement as they altogether question why the girls, along with their parents, would give him a really hard time for such petty reasons.)

Lisa: (to everyone; overwhelmed) Everyone, please cease your apoplectic ranting at once! Believe me, we ourselves aren't too proud of what we did. We pushed our male sibling to his limit, causing him to stray away from who he currently was, and maliciously become something that he shouldn’t be. But believe us when we say, we want our old Lincoln back! Not only has he changed who he once was, but has also harmed those who have judged him, and many who haven’t. So, he’s not only a threat to us, but to anyone if we don’t fix this right now!

(Everyone still looked at them with disappointment, until...)

Darcy: (breaking the silence) Oh, I can’t take it anymore! (runs towards Lisa and gives her a big hug) I forgive you, Lisa!

Everyone (excluding Lisa and Darcy): (in unison; shocked and incredulous) Huh?!

Lisa: (to Lisa; surprised and confused) Darcy? You... Forgive me?

Darcy: (to Lisa) Of course I do!

Lisa: (to Darcy; still surprised and confused) But why?

Darcy: (sighs) Well, I know what you did was wrong and you have a lot to make up for it, but I can see you're really are sorry about it. We all make mistakes too. Plus, you're my friend, and that's what friends do, they forgive each other.

(The girls are touched by this while everyone else are starting to have second thoughts about this.)

Lisa: (hugging Darcy; grateful) Thank you, Darcy. (sniffles a bit) That really means a lot.

(Darcy happily returns the hug as an incredulous Ronnie Anne approaches the two.)

Ronnie Anne: (to the girls; unconvinced) Okay, maybe you guys do feel bad about all of this, but that still doesn't mean I'm going to forgive you guys right away.

(Everyone clamored in agreement as the girls' eyes began to tear up a bit.)

Lori: (to everyone; teary-eyed) Look, we're sorry, okay? We didn't mean for any of this to happen.

Ronnie Anne: (to Lori; sternly) Well, then why did you?

Lori: (to everyone; teary-eyed) We've all had a bad day, okay! We were all just doing our normal things as usual, but then something comes along to ruin it. We really tried our best to deal with it, but we literally just couldn't! I mean, I don’t know, maybe it’s just because we haven’t heard from him all day, which might of gave us the idea to believe Lincoln had something to do with it. We weren’t thinking straight, we accused him without any actual proof, and we just couldn't stop! And now, look what’s happened to him! We've turned him into everything we hoped he’d never be, all because we were acting so stupid! I know you won't forgive us now, and we literally get it. But all we want now is our brother back!

(Everyone looked at each other with irresolute expressions, then back at the girls.)

Bobby: (to the girls; stern, but calm) We'll take some time to think about it, girls. But until we've all made up our minds, I think it's best that you leave right now.

Lori: (to Bobby; downhearted) Okay. (to her downhearted sisters) Come on, girls, let's go.

(She and her sisters got up and started heading out of the Casagrandes' living room as everyone else still looks on with disgust while Darcy looks on with sadness.)

(Cut to the Sunset Canyon Retirement Home where Rita and Lynn Sr. are both waiting anxiously outside of Pop-Pop's room.)

Lynn Sr.: (to his wife; anxiously) How do you think your father will react when we tell him about what happened?

Rita: (to her husband; anxiously) I'm not sure, honey. But whatever happens, just try to stay positive, okay?

Pop-Pop: (offscreen) Rita, Lynn.

(They both turn around to see Pop-Pop poking his head outside of his door with a very stern expression on his face.)

Pop-Pop: (to Rita and Lynn Sr.; sternly) Please come in.

(Wipe to Pop-Pop staring at both a sheepish Rita and Lynn Sr. inside his room. Close-up of them, panning to Pop-Pop and back. Their sheepish smiles gives way to some more anxious expressions several seconds after the camera returns to them. Cut back to him; tapping his knee with his finger, after which we see Rita and Lynn Sr. drumming their hands on their knees. He continues tapping, his stern expression never leaving his face and his eyes never leaving their's. They're much less composed, though, and sweat starts to pour from their forehead as their eyes dart back and forth. He taps his knee one more time before finally speaking up after a long pause—it has been just over forty seconds since he sat down.)

Pop-Pop: (after a long pause) So, mind telling me how my grandson's now become a delinquent?

(They look at each other with both irresolute and overwhelmed expressions as Pop-Pop continues.)

Pop-Pop: (to Rita and Lynn Sr.; sternly) Well?

Rita: (to her father; nervously) Well, you see, dad... We, um... uh... (sighs) It was all our fault.

Pop-Pop: (to Rita and Lynn Sr.; listening) Go on.

Rita: (to her father; nervously) Well, here's what happened.

1 HOUR LATER... AGAIN

Lynn Sr.: (to his father-in-law; finishing) ...And that's how it all happened.

(After hearing the whole story from their perspective, Pop-Pop pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head in disappointment; it clearly shows that he's not very satisfied with the two.)

Pop-Pop: (to Rita and Lynn Sr.; disappointed) Rita, Lynn, words can't described how disappointed I am... I am very shocked at the both of you. The fact that you treated your own son like this, all just because of some stupid, little things that don't even matter? It's like if you think Lincoln's the only one that makes any mistakes. If that's the case, then you are being hypocritical, considering you've made far more bigger mistakes than him. One of which, may I remind you, was doing another unforgivable act, involving luck!

(Both Rita and Lynn shivered at the memory of the day their son was labeled as "bad luck," and then looked down in shame, knowing that Pop-Pop was right.)

Pop-Pop: (to Rita and Lynn Sr.; continuing) And another thing, you two shouldn't put everything else first before your own children, especially when they make their first, tiny mistakes. Even after what you two have done today, I wouldn't dare to think of that, but I am very disappointed in the two of you. What were you all thinking?! You're the parents! You're supposed to be setting an example to your children for crying out loud!

(Rita starts to tear up a bit while her husband just hangs his head in shame.)

Rita: (to her father; teary-eyed) You're right, dad. (sniffles a bit) I'm so ashamed of myself.

Lynn Sr.: (to his wife; ashamed) You're not alone, dear.

Rita: (to her father; bursts into tears) I'm so sorry! I've never wanted this to happen!

Pop-Pop: (to Rita; sternly) Rita, if you didn't want for this to happen, then why did you decided to do it anyway?

Rita: (crying) I don't know, okay! We’re always stressed out! What with all the house needs, and trying to raise eleven kids at the same time, it’s really hard dealing with so much stuff at once. A lot of the times there are some things that we don’t know what to do! A lot of the stuff we hear from our kids, we don’t know if it’s real or not. But since many of them keep saying the same or similar things, we just assume so. We just blamed and punished our only son without any actual proof. With all these different stories with different points of view, we just go with however many support it more. (sniffles a bit) But worst of all, I hurt my little baby boy. We've turned him into everything I hoped he wouldn’t be.

Yet Another Familiar Voice: (offscreen) I can't argue with you there, Mrs. Loud.

(Lynn Sr. and Rita turn around to see that it's Sue, who's wearing a few bandages.)

Pop-Pop: (to Rita and Lynn Sr.) Rita, Lynn, you two remember, Sue, one of our nurses here? (to Sue) And Sue, you remember my daughter, Rita, and my son-in-law, Lynn?

Sue: (to Rita and Lynn Sr.) Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Loud. You two are probably wondering why I'm covered in alot of bandages, correct? Well, as you can see, your son has already visited me.

Rita: (to Sue; horrified) Oh, my!

Lynn Sr.: (to Sue; horrified) Please continue.

Sue: (to Rita and Lynn Sr.; continuing) Well, I was working here as usual, but then he had a "funny" idea to cover the floors in sun block. I slipped, and landed in the pool. And finally, he knocked me out with my clipboard.

(Rita and Lynn Sr. stare in disbelief as their jaws drop; Pop-Pop's current expression stays the same.)

Pop-Pop: (to Rita and Lynn Sr.; still sternly) I know, I couldn't believe it either.

Sue: (to Rita and Lynn Sr.; regretfully) I wanted to punish your son for what he did. (sighs) But, unfortunately, I can’t.

Rita and Lynn Sr.: (in unison; shocked and incredulous) Huh?!

Rita: (to Sue; shocked and confused) Well, how come?

Sue: (to Rita and Lynn Sr.; explaining) Well, to be honest, I kind of deserved it. The last time he was here, even though he did disobeyed my rules and almost got Albert here hurt, I do have to admit that he meant no harm. He was just trying to have fun with his grandfather, and he did try to bring him back here before curfew. (sighs) And I do have to admit that I was treating Albert and all the other seniors here like babies, more than anything else.

Rita: (to her father; surprised and confused) Did that really happen, dad?

Pop-Pop: (to Rita; smiling) Yes it did, Rita. And since then, things have been going pretty smooth for me here, thanks to Lincoln. (stops smiling; frowns sadly) At least the Lincoln that we used to know.

(They both hang their hangs in shame by his last statement.)

Pop-Pop: (to Rita and Lynn Sr.; pensive, but calm) Look, if you two really want your son back, you have to do something to make it up to him. Something that he’ll never be able to forget, only then will he see that you really regret what you did to him.

Rita: (to her father; anxiously) But, dad, how are we supposed to do that?

Lynn Sr.: (to his father-in-law; anxiously) As long as he's like this, we'll never be able to reason with him.

Pop-Pop: (To Lynn Sr. and Rita; still pensive, but calm) I'm sorry, but that's something you two should figure out for yourselves. You've all started this, so you'll have to end it.

(They both sigh sadly as a remorseful Sue walks over to them and puts both her hands on each of their shoulders.)

Sue: (comforting Rita and Lynn Sr.; remorseful) Look, maybe it's for the best that you leave for now. Albert’s still in a bit of a sour mood. But don’t worry, I’m sure something will turn up eventually.

Rita: (to Sue; downhearted) Alright then. (shakes her hand) Thank you, Sue. (to her downhearted husband) Let's go, Lynn.

(She and her husband got up and started heading out of Pop-Pop's room as he still looks on with disappointment while Sue closes the door on the scene as it fades to black.)

Lori: ...Well? Whats next?

Lincoln: Thats it...