(It was a Sunday morning in The Loud House as the usual chaos is replaced by sounds of a whole lot of backing and the sound of a few complaints.)
Lincoln: Ohhhh, come on! How come I'm considered one of the younger siblings? Heck, I have more manners than Lynn, at the very least.
(Luan is seen walking by with a suitcase and comes to Lincoln's shoulder.)
Luan: Not much of an accomplishment there, Lincoln…
Lynn: (angry) HEY, I HEARD THAT!
(Luan nervously runs away as Lynn pursues her.)
Lincoln: Haha! See? Case proven, Mom.
Rita: For the last time, no means no, Lincoln! I already talked to your younger sisters about this already as well as you, the van is going under repair and we can't fit all of you in my car, so we have to go with the older sisters and Lily only. Sorry, Lincoln.
Lincoln: (sighs) Fine.
Lucy: (out of nowhere) That's my job./span/p
Lincoln: AAAAAAHHHHH!
Lucy: Sigh.
Lincoln: Will you stop DOING that?!
Lucy: Your demands have no meaning like life itself. (walks away)
(Lincoln looked rather stunned, then he turns his attention back to his mother.)
Lincoln: Well, I don't think I'll be able to exactly babysit them. Right, Mom?
Rita: (laughs) Oh honey, don't worry. We already hired a babysitter. She even watched over a few of your friends. /span/p
Lincoln: Who?
Rita: You don't remember? Here, I'll remind you.
(Rita flashbacks.)
Mrs. Spokes: She is an absolutely wonderful babysitter! Every time we come back, the house is completely neat and the kids are in bed so early!
Mr. Spokes: And it leaves us with a little alone time./span/p
(Both parents giggle at each other)
Lynn Sr: That sounds rather nice, but what do the kids think of this?
(They look to Rusty and Rocky)
Lynn Sr: Those are the brothers, right?
Mrs. Spokes: Yes.
Lynn Sr: Sorry, I didn't know.
Rusty: (robotically) She is completely sane and not evil in the least.
Rocky: (robotically) She completely respects our individual privacy as well, Mr and Mrs Loud.
(As they speak, they nervously look at a hidden camera in the wall.)
Lynn Sr: Is something bothering you two boys?
Both: NOOOO!
Lynn Sr: Umm... Okay, then.
Rusty: She also never charges our parents.
(Rita's and Lynn Sr's eyes turn to dollar signs.)
(Flashback ends.)
Rita: Yeah it's a real relief on you guys, (whispering) and our pocket books. Anyways, be nice to your babysitter tomorrow.
Lincoln: Who is our babysitter?
Rita: She's a redhead, her name is Vicky, and she seems nice. Let me know if anything goes wrong. I'm not exactly on board with leaving you guys with a stranger.
Lincoln: Okay, Mom, let me know how Pop-Pop is doing, (yelling to the older sisters) and tell me how the trip was!
Older Sisters: Okay, Lincoln, we will.
(Each of them gives him a thumbs up.)
Lincoln: (to the viewers) To be honest, that part with Rusty & Rocky with the robotic voices seemed VERY suspicious.
(The next day arrives.)
(Lincoln is just watching TV with Lucy, Lana, Lola, & Lisa on the couch when suddenly, some static is heard. Lincoln turns on his walkie talkie.)
Clyde: Hi, Lincoln. How are you doing?/span/p
Lincoln: I'm doing good, Clyde. Too bad I can't go visit Pop Pop with my other sisters. Instead, I'm at home about to be babysat by some redhead named Vicky.
(Clyde's pupils dilate at the mere mention of Vicky.)
Clyde: (horrified) VICKY?!
Lincoln: Yeah, that's her name. What's the big deal?
Clyde: You don't understand. She is a cold-hearted witch that tortures kids right behind their parents' backs. Let me tell you about this guy I used to know named Timmy.
Lincoln: Yeah? What about him?
Clyde: He was a pretty nice kid, around our age. But, one fateful night, his parents were going out of town for a few days, and had hired (horrified) Vicky. She had made him clean his whole house 5 times over, chased him around the house with a chainsaw, and had chained him up in her portable dungeon and physically tortured him. And that was just the first day. It got worse as the days go by. And you want to know where he is now?
Lincoln: (nervously) Where?
Clyde: The hospital, still trying to recover from the trauma he had faced.
Lincoln: Oh, my gosh. I hope I don't get stuck with THAT specific Vicky.
Clyde: I wish you luck, Lincoln.
(Lincoln turns off the walkie-talkie with a horrified expression on his face.)
Lola: Linky, who's our babysitter?
Lincoln: (nervously) Umm... Some redhead named Vicky.
Lola: (yelling) VICKY?! FROM THE SONG ICKY VICKY?!
Lincoln: What? There are a lot of people named Vicky.
Lola: But in that song, it talked about her being a complete evil babysitter.
Lincoln: I recently had gotten word of said Vicky from Clyde. But, I hope there's a pretty low chance that we would even run into her, Lola. And besides, we're Louds, we can handle just about anything life throws at us.
Lola: Can we? Can we really?
Lincoln: If we can survive April Fools Day, we can hopefully survive this too, Lola...
Lola: (laughs) I guess so, Linky!
(Someone knocks on the door.)
Rita: Must be the babysitter! Girls, and Lincoln, say hi to Vicky and introduce yourselves, then me, Dad, and your older sisters will leave to go to Pop-Pop.
(The door opens to reveal Vicky, with a duffel bag with a happy face sticker on it. Lola and Lincoln are horrified while Lucy, Lana, and Lisa have neutral expressions.)
Vicky: Hi, Mr and Mrs. Loud.
Lincoln: (whispering to Lucy, Lana, and Lisa) Guys, this woman is bad news. (points to Vicky)
Lola: In fact, I bet her whole babysitting job and how she's acting right now is a front. And also, I wouldn't be surprised if there was a skull and crossbones under that happy face sticker and that duffel bag was filled with instruments of torture for us.
Lana: (smiling) Same could be said about you.
Lola: Lana, this is serious!
Lucy: Who said she wasn't?
(Everyone, sans Lincoln & Lola, laughs.)
(Lola growls in annoyance.)
Lincoln: Okay, you all had your laugh, but lay off Lola for a second. She has a point.
Lana: I don't know. She's normal to me, a lot like Lola though….. (jokingly) Actually you're right. We should dispose of them right away for our own good.
(Lana begins hysterically laughing while Lola is angrily glaring at her.)
Lola: WHY YOU DIRTY LITTLE-
(Lola tackles Lana, and a brawl ensues quickly between the twins.)
Lynn Sr: Hey gir-
Vicky: Ohhhh no. Please, Mr Loud, I got this.
(Vicky nonchalantly breaks up the fight with little effort, leaving the Louds in complete shock.)
Lynn Sr: (amazed) No one could break up a fight between those two without leaving with a few scars.
Vicky: Yeah, I work out a lot. Frankly I think it is important that you should be in top physical shape when watching over children, I think the lovely Mrs. Loud can agree.
Rita: (flattered) Hehehe. Did we pick the right choice or what?
Lynn Sr: You bet we did, honey.
(The older sisters and Lily come down the stairs with their bags. Vicky looks at all the siblings, sans Lori and Leni.)
Vicky: (nervously) Wow I never had to deal with so many children before. This is causing me to burn with anticipation. (grins)
Lynn Sr: Ohhhhh, heavens no. Only the young ones which are (pointing to each) Lincoln, Lucy, Lola, Lana, and Lisa.
Vicky: Same response. (grins again, only it's larger)
Lola: (whispering) She's only grinning at us because she's thinking of all the many ways she's going to torture us.
Lincoln: (whispering) I'm siding with Lola here. The last time she babysat, she landed this one kid in the hospital afterwards.
Lola: (whispering) See? More proof that she's evil. She landed someone in the FLIPPIN' HOSPITAL!/span/p
(Vicky goes over to the five and hugs them real tight. Lincoln & Lola are desperately struggling to escape the hug, believing that she's going to suffocate them until they run out of air.)
Vicky: I think we'll all get along JUST fine...
(Lincoln & Lola have horrified expressions, assumiing that they and their siblings were going to face THE most miserable days of their entire lives.)
Vicky: Anyways, I hope you lovely girls have a great time as well.
Luna, Lori, and Leni: Alright, we will.
Vicky: Ah, perf-
(Suddenly she is stopped dead in her tracks by Luan, who seemed rather quiet for some reason and was giving her a suspicious glare.)
Vicky: And you are?
Luan: (still glaring) ...Luan.
Vicky: Is something wrong?
Luan: Are you a performer/prankster? Work with explosives?
Vicky: Umm... No.
Luan: The brand on your clothes, it's the sister company of where I get my prank supplies….. Only I don't shop from there as it sells a lot of explosive devices, dangerous even by MY standards.
Lincoln: (whispering) Luan! Don't give her any ideas!
Luan: Shhhhh!
Vicky: Oh, well, these are just hand me down clothes (nervously). That's why they're rather out of date. (laughs) I've had these since 1998.
Lola: (whispering to Lincoln) She most likely stole them from some other kid she was babysitting after she you-know-what.
Luan: The backpack is new though.
(Vicky begins sweating.)
Luan: Can I see what's in it?
Lincoln & Lola: (whispering; catching on) Oh, we see where you're going with this, Luan. (winks at her) You're going to expose her by having her take out her instruments of torture from that bag.
Vicky: Um, sure.
(Vicky reveals what's inside which is just average babysitting supplies, much to Lincoln and Lola's shock.)
Vicky: You see, nothing much.
Lincoln: (whispering) She's probably hiding them in a secret compartment.
Luan: Hmmm. Okay, then. (about to walk away, much to the two siblings concern) But, I seem to remember that the backpacks I had from there always had a false side in order to deceive people. (smiling smugly)
Lincoln: (to Lola) Yeah. Called it.
(Vicky looks like she is about to panic.)
Luan: I would think ''you'' would have something similar. Mind if I look?
(Luan is about to take it, when suddenly, Leni grabs her arm.)
Leni: Mom says the faster we get in the car, the faster we get ice cream on the road!
(Leni pulls Luan away.)
Lincoln: No, Leni! Wait! Don't go!
(Leni doesn't hear this and continues to the car, happily and innocently. Luan was about to say something. But on the way to the car, she hits her head on the car door, thus knocking her out cold.)
(The rest of the family, sans the aforementioned five, Leni, and Luan, are in the van. Luna and Lori have doubtful and concerned expressions on their faces, looking back at Lincoln and Lola.)
Lincoln: See, Lola? At least Luna and Lori understand the situation we're in here.
Vicky: (from the front window) Goodbye, Mr, and Mrs, Loud! Your little ones are in good care!
Lincoln & Lola: (rush to the window) No! Wait! Don't leave! Don't believe anything she's saying! Take us with you!
Lisa: Please stop, you two. You're only making premature ignoramuses of yourselves by doing that.
(The family car then drives off, leaving the five Louds in Vicky's supervision.)