[At the end of school on Friday, Lincoln is seen in his locker, packing up his things for the weekend.]
Girl Jordan: [offscreen] Uh, Lincoln?
Lincoln: Yeah? What is it?
Girl Jordan: Sorry about what happened at my pool party last week. [pulls out a slightly tattered orange polo and jeans] I managed to stitch up your clothes the best I could after my dog, Snoopy, tore them up. [gives Lincoln said clothes]
Lincoln: [puts his clothes into his bag] Snoopy? You named your dog after the one in the comic strips?
Girl Jordan: Yep. It was between either that and Spunky.
Lincoln: Snarly and Sharky were also available.
Girl Jordan: Couldn't blame ya. He was pretty irritable that day, after he got neutered several days before.
Lincoln: I see...
Girl Jordan: So... how are your other friends?
Lincoln: Clyde prefers to stay fully clothed at all times now, Zach's wearing a wig until his hair grows back, Rusty got treated for his hot sauce allergy, and nothing bad happened to Liam, since he never went.
Girl Jordan: Yeah, I'll just make sure I get hairspray without any possible side effects next time.
Lincoln: Well, see ya later. [about to leave the hallway]
Girl Jordan: Wait, Lincoln. [blushes] I don't know if you're still in a relationship with anyone, but... Want to hang out at the movies tomorrow? There's a movie based on ARRGH! coming out tomorrow.
Lincoln: Since I have nothing else better to do that day... Sure. Why not?
Girl Jordan: I'll be saving seats for just us, in the very back of the theater. It's near the top, and that's where the best view'll be. [to herself] And where we'll be able to smooch all we want.
Lincoln: What was that last part?
Girl Jordan: Nothing. See ya Saturday. [walks away]
[Later that afternoon, Lincoln finally got back home, and on his way to his room to set his stuff down. After this, he proceeds to watch the newest episodes of his favorite game show, "Quadruple Dare". During the commercial break, Lincoln's stomach grumbles, prompting him to head into the kitchen for a bite to eat.]
Lincoln: [rummages through the fridge; pulls out two jars] Alright, got the peanut butter and the sauerkraut. Now, just the bread.
[When Lincoln gets back on the couch, he's met by an unexpected surprise.]
Lisa: [hops onto a couch cushion near Lincoln; smiling] Salutations, dear brother. May I get you something to wash down that sandwich with?
Lincoln: As long as there's no pills or any of your serums in my drink, I'm fine with that.
Lisa: Great. [rushes into the kitchen]
[Lisa gets a thermos, fills it up with water, and takes out a packet of what seems to be powder out of her pocket.]
Lisa: [takes out a tape recorder] Project Gene Variant is now underway. This experimental drink mix powder should enhance the consumer's genetic make-up for better or worse. Basically, it should give the consumer an extra appendage, which would be inherently random at all times.
[With that, she puts away the tape recorder, pours in the packet's contents into the thermos, and shakes it up until the beverage was now completely red. She walks back into the living room and gives Lincoln the thermos.]
Lisa: Pardon me for taking so long. I took all the time necessary to perfect that Kool-Aid.
Lincoln: [suspicious] Hmm... What flavor is it exactly?
Lisa: Fruit punch and cherry combined. [unconvincingly smiles and dashes upstairs]
Lincoln: [takes off the thermos top and smells his drink] Smells like normal Kool-Aid. [to the viewers] For a moment there, I thought Lisa drugged this for sure for another one of those experiments of hers. Well, bottoms up. [chugs down some of the "Kool-Aid"]
Lisa: [from the top of the stairs] Excellent...
