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One day, Lynn was watching lucha libre on TV. The announcer on TV said, “La Tormenta and Senora Caos have taken their positions. Last week, La Tormenta used the Filibuster hold, illegal in seven states, to pin Caos in a gruelling three hours. Is she going to do it again?” “Come on, La Tormenta!” said Lynn. “La Tormenta ducks back, bounces off the rope…” said the announcer, but then Rita walked up with a tray of soup that Lynn Sr. had made, blocking the screen. “Mom!” said Lynn. “Move! I’m watching wrestling!” “Better not let your soup go cold,” said Rita, leaving. On the TV, the announcer said, “...has Caos in a half-nelson! Now, a three-quarters nelson! Now a seven-eighths nelson! La Tormenta’s putting her in a diaper!” “Go, La Tormenta, go!” said Lynn. Once Senora Caos was put into a diaper, the announcer said, “How humiliating! La Tormenta has done it again. She is the undisputed Patriot of Pain! Tune in tomorrow as La Tormenta takes on Numero Una and Numero Dos, the Evil

Leni was sitting at her desk in her detective clothes, writing in her diary. “In my career as a detective, I’ve solved lots of really hard stuff,” she wrote. “But nothing quite so hard as the case of the disappearing toy rabbit.” In the flashback, Leni was looking around in Lincoln’s room and saying to him, wearing his noir clothes, “What a mean thing to do! Your cute little stuffie, Bun-Bun, stolen from your room!” “Yes, well, um…” said Lincoln. “Don’t worry, Lincoln. I, detective mastermind Leni Loud, shall not fail you,” said Leni. “Ah,” said Lincoln. “Well, you see…” Leni started searching with a magnifying glass, and, not noticing how awkward Lincoln looked, said, “No need to thank me. As my little brother, I’m happy to discover the culprit. Already, I think they’re working totes quickly.” “I hired someone else,” said Lincoln. “Even right now,” said Leni, “I almost know the answer,” as she looked at Lincoln’s toy robot. “Got another detective working, actually,” said

Lola: When you and I were babies, we were cute as cute could be. Folks were happy you were Lana, they were happy I was me. Then we got a little older, and we had to go to school. Soon, you yearned to be a plumber. What I wanted was to rule. Lana: There is a pond in T.T. Park I visit in the day. I want you to come with me, but you never want to play. That's why I started dreaming about how my life would be, If I ever had a chance to have a sister more like me. Lola: I consider it my job to have my hygiene be the best, But you're always and forever finding ways to make a mess. There are times you make me crazy, though I try to let you be, As I wonder why I cannot have a sister more like me. Lana: While I play with El Diablo in the wind and rain and sun, You're just staring in the mirror, and you think that it is fun! I would love to have a playmate who will roll in trash, you see? I would have, if I could have had a sister more like me. Lola: And I would like to have a twin who has

Two years ago, in the schoolyard of Royal Woods Elementary, a butterfly flew through the sky. A five-year-old Lola lay on the steps saying, “Ah, perfect tanning weather!” as Skippy and Winston ran past, bouncing a ball. A butterfly landed on Lola’s nose and she brushed it off, exclaiming, “Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!” Then, she said, “Note to self: pink is my favourite colour. Must-have item for summer: a pink swim gown with matching flip-flops.” The butterfly landed on Skippy and Winston’s ball, and Skippy said, “What a cool butterfly!” “I think it’s one of those rare butterflies my brother’s always trying to take a photo of,” said Winston, who then got hit in the face with Lana’s spitball. “Hey!” he said, as Lana and Ashley laughed from behind a jungle gym. “He never knew what hit him!” said Lana, as the butterfly landed on her arm. “Hold still!” said Ashley, holding her own straw. “Let’s see if I can hit it!” “No way!” said Lana, “Leave it alone!” as the butterfly flew away and a strange rash

At lunch one day, a piece of pizza fell from above and landed on some flies. “Oops!”, said Lana, who was eating with Lincoln, Lynn, Leni, and Lisa, and started to eat the pizza. “What?!”, she added, noticing her siblings were looking disgusted. They pointed at the pizza slice, but she said, “Ah, don’t worry – it’s fine!” and continued scarfing the pizza. Lincoln turned to the viewer and said, “Do any of you have a sister like this? A sister who’s just a little… sloppy?” He remembered Lana exiting the bathroom after using the toilet without washing her hands, then walking past and saying, “Hi, Linc!” Then, he remembered playing hide-and-seek with the twins outside and counting, “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Ready or not, here I come!” and then finding Lana in the trash can. Then, he remembered Lana sitting on the ledge of the bathtub in her pajamas while Rita called, “Lana! Are you taking your bath!?” and Lana replied, “Just finishing, Mom!”, only to drain

Years ago, an eight-year-old Luan was sitting on the front steps of the Loud house playing with her new dummy Mr. Coconuts. “I think you’re gonna love it here, Mr. Coconuts!” she said, then to the viewer, she said, “Oh, hi – welcome to Franklin Avenue. Today, I have a new friend for you to meet. You see, say hello to Mr. Coconuts. He fell out of the sky yesterday, and since then, we’ve done everything together. We took a bath, and we had a snack, and we played, and Mr. Coconuts and I are really good buddies now. We do everything together.” Just then, a nine-year-old Luna ran up and said, “Luan! Hi, Luan!” “Oh, hi, Luna,” said Luan. “Are you ready to tell everyone the big news?” said Luna. “Well, first is a new friend that I want you to meet, Luna,” said Luan. “He wants to play with us.” “A new friend on Franklin Avenue?” said Luna. “Yeah!” said Luan. “I love new friends!” said Luna. “Yeah, look!” said Luan. “There he is. Say hello to Mr. Coconuts!” “Where?” said Luna, looking around.

Lana, Lynn Sr., and Lincoln were in the kitchen and Lana, humming, took out a bag of flour. “Maybe let me help you with it,” said Lynn Sr., but Lana either didn’t notice or ignored him and dumped the flour into a mixing bowl. “That’s the flour,” she said. “Now the eggs,” and cracked them into the flour, shells and all. “Don’t you wanna wait for some pancakes, Lincoln?” asked Lynn Sr., noticing Lincoln was pouring himself cereal instead. “I’m good with the cereal,” said Lincoln, then to the viewers, he said, “Sometimes it’s good to wait ‘til you’re older to do certain things. Like making pancakes on your own.” “Lana – is that ketchup you’re putting in!?” said Lynn Sr. to Lana, who, sure enough, was squirting ketchup into the, for lack of a better term, pancake batter. “Can you imagine a world where anyone was allowed to do anything at any age?” said Lincoln. He then imagined being on a plane, where a stewardess said, “And now an announcement from our pilot,” but the

One morning, the Louds were all in the kitchen, except for Lori, who was at college – Leni was texting, Luna was tuning her guitar, Luan, dressed as a clown, was searching through the cupboard, Lynn was drinking milk, Lincoln was doing some last-minute homework, Lucy was waiting for her breakfast, the twins were eating cereal at the table, Lisa was taking notes, Lily was sitting on the floor sulking about something, the pets were running hither and thither, Lynn Sr. was cooking, and Rita was talking on the phone. “...fifteen kilograms of…” she said. “It’s a typical Monday morning in the Loud house,” observed Lana. “...my birthday was months ago,” continued Rita, “so I have no idea why or who…” “Sometimes I wish I lived in a quieter place,” said Lana as Luan started marching around banging pan lids together and singing, “The circus is coming! The circus is coming!”. “Like the middle of the desert,” added Lana crankily, “or Mars, maybe.” Luan banged the lids next to Lana’s face, and

Two men, one with spiky hair and one in sailor garb (in a parody of Tintin) and a dog stood in front of a river. “This map doesn’t show a river!” said the spiky-haired man. “Treacherous topographers!” complained the sailor. “Trying to throw us off the trail with fictitious flimflam!” The spiky-haired man threw a rope across the river and around a tree and said, “Well, there’s no use getting around it. We must cross, eh, Bucky?” The dog barked, and he and the spiky-haired man started to cross, but the rope snapped… but then it turned out to all be in a comic book, that was being read in bed by a pyjama-clad Clyde. “Lights out, Stella!” said Howard, walking in. “I’m in the middle of Dondon and the Temple of the Vulture,” complained Clyde. “You need your sleep, sweetie,” said Howard. “Tomorrow you’re climbing a mountain just like Dondon.” “You’re right,” said Clyde, imagining himself illustrated in the comic. “Tomorrow it’s gonna be my adventure: Clydeclyde and the Secret of Stony