Author's Note: All right, so here's what's up:
I understand a handful of you are waiting for me to update "Newfound Respect" and I apologize for the long hiatus, what with school and family being a hassle and the fact that I managed to get bronchitis, but I finally am back on this site. I am currently working on releasing the next chapter and, trust me, the story is going to get good and you will see a lot of characters and references to the Loud House. But, for now, something less dramatic and more light-hearted: a Loud House parody of one of my favorite SpongeBob episodes of all-time, "Something Smells!"
It is 10 A.M. Sunday morning in the city of Royal Woods. As the sun dawned over the Loud House windows, Lincoln Loud was still asleep with his dog, Charles, resting on top of his blanket. All seemed quiet inside the Loud House as all of Lincoln's sisters were out and about in the city, while the parents were going about their daily jobs, leaving the white-haired boy and pets the sole occupants at the moment, that is, until Lincoln's alarm clock rang, waking up the child and dog.
As Lincoln sat up from his bed, he turned off his alarm and let out a loud yawn as he stretched his arms, releasing a loud crack. "Morning Charles," the boy greeted the dog as the latter licked the ashen-haired boy's face. "Guess what today is?" Lincoln asked as he got out of bed; the dog gave him a confused look as he watched the boy scan his calendar.
Charles barked. "That's right!" Lincoln replied, understanding the pet, "It's Sunday! And guess what's for breakfast?" Charles looked at the boy with a baffled expression before he let out another bark. "That's right again, boy!" Lincoln said, cheerfully.
"A SUNDAE!" Lincoln exclaimed happily as he and Charles entered the kitchen, with the former now wearing his usual attire of an orange polo, blue jeans, and white sneakers with three red stripes on each shoe. As Lincoln dropped a bowl on the kitchen counter, he made a beeline straight to the freezer...only to find it completely empty. "Guess I'll have to use something else..." the boy said to no one in particular.
"KETCHUP!" Lincoln exclaimed as he ran back to the counter with a giant bottle of the condiment and squirted its contents into the bowl, filling it to the brim.
At the pantry, Lincoln opened it, only to be disappointed immediately.
"Bananas, cherries, boring..." the middle Loud child said to himself before grinning at something, then returning back to the counter with two large purple sacks.
"ONIONS! Ready, Charles?" Lincoln asked his dog, who was equipped with a violin and responded with a bark on the kitchen floor.
Charles proceeded to play the instrument with surprising elegance, causing Lincoln, who was armed with a knife and one of the many onions in his hand, to tear up and cry as he sliced several onions that stacked up over each other with efficiency on top of the ketchup.
"Just one more thing!" Lincoln said, panting as he finished chopping the onions.
"PEA-!" Lincoln yells as he opens the kitchen cabinet, only to find the sack of peanuts completely empty. "-nuts..."
"Charles! Our peanut sack is totally empty!" The dog only burped in response before Lincoln snapped his fingers as he had an idea. "Wait! I know one other place we could get peanuts!" Charles gave a worried look to the camera.
Lincoln then looks out the kitchen window, where there was a dying plant resting by the curtain.
"Good thing Dad still had this peanut plant growing by the window, even though he stopped taking care of it," Lincoln said as he approached the withered plant and threw the plant into the bowl with the pot.
"A little texture never hurt! There we go!" Lincoln said as he took out a spoon. "This sundae is gonna taste great! Aren't you gonna help me Charles?" Lincoln asked as he looked behind himself, only to notice the dog having disappeared, "Charles? Oh well," Lincoln said as faced his "breakfast" with a smile on his face, "More for me!" The boy proceeded to devour the "sundae" spoonful after spoonful.
Moments later, Lincoln had finished his breakfast up as a disgusting aroma escaped from the kitchen door as the boy stepped out, dropped the spoon, completely stuffed and letting out a sigh of satisfaction.
"You know what they say, Charles: 'I'm easy like Sunday morning'," Lincoln said, with the last line being said slowly as he walked out the front door. Little did Lincoln know that his breath was so rancid that it ended up with Charles passing out on the carpet, intoxicated by the scent of the "sundae."
Lincoln is now standing outside of the Loud house on the driveway.
"Okay, let's see what's on my to-do list," He said as he pulled out a long list from his front left pocket.
"Go to school. Go to school. Go to school," he began to read before he trailed off, now realizing that he pulled out the wrong list.
"Wait. This isn't right. I need the one for Sunday," Lincoln said as he pulled out a small card from the opposite pocket. "Ah, here we go! Say 'hi' to everyone in Royal Woods."
But, just before Lincoln was about to take off, he accidentally bumps into one of his older sisters, the ditzy, yet kind-hearted fashionista, Leni. The two ended up falling on their rear ends on the sidewalk.
"Oh, sorry about that Leni!" Lincoln said as he hurriedly helped the 16-year-old off the ground, unaware that his bad breath had escaped his mouth.
"It's okay, Linky," Leni said as she dusted off the dirt that had gotten on the back of her seafoam sundress. "Say, do you want to-" Leni suddenly stopped mid-sentence as her eyes went wide as dinner plates as Lincoln's breath entered her nostrils.
"Want to what, Leni?" Lincoln asked as more of his rancid breath came out of his mouth.
Leni, now with tears in her eyes, and trying not to gag as best as she could, made a beeline straight for the house. "SORRYLINCYGOTTAGOLOVEYAOHMY...!" Leni yelled behind her back as she slammed the door behind her. Lincoln stood there for a moment, dumbfounded.
"Guess she's not feeling too good," Lincoln shrugged, "I hope she's okay."
The boy then proceeded to head to Downtown Royal Woods to complete his task.
As the white-haired boy made his way down the street, he spots his best friend, Clyde, getting mail out of his mailbox. "Hey, Clyde!" Lincoln called out.
"Hey, Lin-" Clyde was cut-off due to him catching a major whiff of Lincoln's bad breath. "GAAAHHH! OH MY-! AHHHHHHHHHH!" Clyde suddenly runs into his house and locks the door.
"Guess some people are busy on a Sunday..." Lincoln muses to himself as he continues his late-morning stroll.
Later, Lincoln is walking past Flip's Food n' Fuel when he notices a crossing guard lady managing traffic across the street for a group of students.
"Hi, Mrs. Crossing Guard!" Lincoln shouted as he waved his hand. But, just before the crossing guard could wave at him in response, Lincoln's breath had entered her nostrils, causing her to drop her STOP sign to cover her nose.
"Mother of mercy!" the crossing guard yelled as she ran out of the area. That was when the students that were waiting to cross the street do so, only for a loud (no pun intended -Luan L.) series of crashes. The white-haired boy flinched, thinking that they got hit by a car, only to realize that the Royal Woods High School Marching Band was having a parade.
"WOW! A PARADE! Hi, parade!" Lincoln said excitedly.
The band stopped playing, which was when he proceeded to greet each of the band members individually.
"Hi, tuba player! Hi, drummer! Hi, guy with the cymbals! Hi, trumpeter! Hi, tambourine girl! Hi, timbale man! Hi, didgeridoo player!"
A guy wearing sunglasses, a large red and purple hat, and large green skirt with magenta floral print is shown momentarily...
"Hi, triangle player! Hi, guy with the kettle drum! Hi, pianist! Hi, guy with the flute! And heeelllooo, Dolly!"
Unbeknownst to Lincoln, as he was calling out the names, his bad breath had transformed into a giant stench bowling ball so strong that it practically knocked the band out like bowling pins and scattered them all over the street. The band, now reeling from the rancid odor, runs away, leaving the entire area abandoned.
"Was it something I said?" Lincoln asked to, well, no one in particular as he looks around the street and scratches his head in confusion as to why everyone left.
A few minutes later, Lincoln is now walking in the empty streets.
"Something weird is going on today..." Lincoln thought aloud, "It's like everyone's running away from me..." he trailed off, before noticing a strange white flag with a red number 1 imprinted on it, sitting on a lone bus bench.
"And now, giant white sports flags?! Oh, what next!?" Lincoln said as he turned around, deep in thought, before he heard a familiar voice call out his name.
"Hey, Lincoln!"
Lincoln spun on his heels, only to see the face of his sporty sister, Lynn Loud Jr., pop up from the top of the "flag".
"Oh, hey Lynn," Lincoln replied in a deadpan monotone voice while rubbing the back of his neck. Lynn's arms and legs popped out from the interior of the "flag," which was actually her signature sweater, and she reclined against the back of the bench. She ushered the spot to her right so her little brother could take a seat, but Lincoln rejects this offer by waving his hand calmly before continuing on with his response. "I'm confused..."
"Yes I am," Lynn said with a cheerful expression on her face, clearly juxtaposing her brother's state of mind at the moment.
"Lynn, everyone is running away from me. Watch," Lincoln stated as he walked over to a nearby building. "Hi, building!"
The stench bounces off the building, causing it to comically move away slowly from the boy.
"I just don't get it!" Lincoln exclaimed as more of his toxic breath escaped from his mouth, directly entering Lynn's nose, but the breath somehow escapes from her ears in a cartoonish manner.
(Lynn, no surprise, is used to foul odor, as she is an athlete and is used to inhaling the scent of sweat after a long day of practice. Heck, she's immune to the scent of her own shoes and socks, let alone her feet, as they instantly take over the scent of the room she is in, but she brushes it off as if the room is fine as it is, or should I say, WAS.)
"I don't either," Lynn responded. "Maybe it's the way you dress."
A close-up of Lincoln's outfit is shown momentarily showing the threads and details of his jeans and lower part of his jeans.
"Nah!" the two said in unison, brushing off Lynn's statement. "Maybe it's your voice," the 13 year-old suggested.
This causes Lincoln to experience a laughing fit to the point where the boy was literally on the ground tearing up out of laughter. The white-haired boy then stood up to face his sister after brushing off the dust from his clothes before replying in a monotone manner: "Good one, Lynn."
"Hmmm..." the jock scratched her chin. "Maybe, it's because you're ugly," Lynn stated.
"'Ugly'?" Lincoln asked, dumbfounded before licking his thumb, then rubbing it against his forehead from right to left. Fanfare proceeds to play as a spotlight suddenly appears above the boy's head before he strikes a pose to the camera. "You gotta be kiddin' me!" Lincoln said.
"Why don't you find out, bro," Lynn said while holding up a giant mirror in front of Lincoln.
"Hi," Lincoln said casually to his reflection. Suddenly, the reflection comically pulls out a hammer before smashing it against the glass, shattering itself.
"Ugggglllllyyyyyyyyy..." Lynn said through the now broken mirror.
"OH NOOOOOOOOO!" yelled Lincoln. Now with this "harsh realization", the boy desperately tries to find someone to talk to. He then sees Lucy's friend, Haiku, and Luna's friend, Tabby, walking together out of Burpin' Burger with burgers in their hands.
"Am I ugly?!" Lincoln asked the two girls. Before Tabby and Haiku could respond, Lincoln's bad breath knocks them out cold as they collapse on the sidewalk.
Lincoln ran away from the site and spotted his younger twin sisters, tomboy Lana and pageant queen Lola, in the latter's princess car driving down the street. The 11 year-old literally jumped and faceplanted on the windshield of the car.
"Am I ugly?!" the boy asked the twins from the windshield. Unfortunately for him, his bad breath travels from the sides of his mouth and into their nostrils.
"MY EYES! MY EYYEEES!" Lana exclaimed, covering them as they began to water.
"I CAN'T SEEE! I CAN'T *ack!* BREEEAATHE!" Lola yelled, struggling to control the vehicle as it swerves all over the street making Lincoln lose his grip and fly off into a nearby alleyway. Lola manages to successfully bring it to a halt as she and her twin manage to escape before the car explodes. One of the tires, however, rolls off into the alleyway where Lincoln landed on his back. The tire then rolls over Lincoln's chest before it falls over his face.
"I'm ugly..." Lincoln mumbled with tears forming in his eyes.
A few hours later back in the Loud house, all was seemingly quiet. "Vanzilla", the family van, was out from the driveway with its occupants being 9 of the Loud siblings, sans Lincoln and Lynn, and the patriarch and matriarch, Lynn Sr. and Rita Loud. The parents decided it would be best to take the sisters out from the house, mainly due to the smell of Lincoln's breath taking over the household and not because he was "bad luck." While that did provide an explanation as to why Lincoln wasn't with them, what about Lynn Jr.?
"Man, that was a blast. Sucks that I didn't bring my earbuds. I wonder if Lincoln can let me use his..." Lynn said to herself, smiling and swinging her baseball bat triumphantly. It had been another batting practice for the young athlete in preparation for another game against Hazeltucky, and Lynn was going to bring her A-game if she was going to carry her team to victory once again.
"Huh, where'd Vanzilla go?" Lynn asked to no one in particular, noticing the empty driveway. As she climbed up the stairs to the front porch, she saw a note taped to the door. It read:
"To Lynn, mom and pops took us out to the mall for a shopping spree. We'll be back soon with dinner.
-Luna
P.S. Lincoln's inside. Dude's not feeling good. I wouldn't go near him if I were you, sis."
Lynn tilted her head in confusion, wondering what her 15 year-old sister was talking about. As far as the jock was concerned, there was nothing wrong with her brother. As she entered, she heard the sound of thunder and a flash of lightning as she entered the darkened household.
"Lincoln?!" Lynn called out, "can I borrow your earphones?! I'm gonna train with my punching bag upstairs!"
There was no answer.
"Lincoln, you here?!" Lynn said as she adjourned to the upstairs hallway and peered into her brother's room. As she gently pushed the door, Lynn saw that the sole occupant of the room was absent.
"Huh, where'd he go?" Lynn asked herself. Just then, her ears picked up the sound of an organ playing. Lynn walked down the stairs and moved closer to the source of the music...
The garage.
As Lynn carefully opened the door, she saw something quite bizarre.
A darkened figure was playing Lucy's pipe organ (from the time when Luna decided to start a family band for the Family Fun Fair) and was playing a very ominous tune. The sole source of light was a candle placed near the organ, allowing Lynn to get a clearer image of who was playing the instrument. As she got closer, she saw the figure was wearing a long, dark violet cape, but the detail that allowed her to identify the person playing the music was a familiar tuft of white hair...
"Lincoln?" Lynn asked the figure.
Suddenly, the lights went on in the garage, the candlelight went out, and, sure enough, it was Lincoln, who was not only wearing a dark cape, but also Luan's Groucho Marx glasses. He turned his attention to his sister for a few moments before turning his back on her.
"Go away..." Lincoln said, shakily. "Run away like all the others. No one would want to be around someone as ugly as I am." The boy slammed his head on the organ as it played a long note.
"Sure they would! It makes them feel better about the way they look! Maybe a story will cheer you up," Lynn said as she picked Lincoln up effortlessly under one arm, causing the latter's glasses and cape to fall off, as the former dashed all the way back up to Lincoln's room and plopped him on his bed.
"It's called 'The Ugly Boy'," Lynn began as she raised a finger. Lincoln listened attentively. "Once there was an ugly boy. He was so ugly that everyone died. The end!" the 13-year-old finished with a goofy grin, unaware as to how bad the story's message was, especially toward her younger sibling.
"That didn't help at all..." Lincoln said before he broke down into tears. "How long? How long have I been ugly, Lynn?"
"As long as I can remember," Lynn stated sadly. "You poor ugly thing you..."
Lincoln suddenly tackled and clung onto Lynn, tackling the latter to the ground. "Help me! I'm so ashamed! I'm spiraling! I'm spiraling!" The athlete smacked Lincoln in the face. "Thanks, Lynn," Lincoln said before Lynn was about to smack him in the face again. "It's okay, Lynn!" he stammered, "Spiraling, over."
"Just do what I do when I have problems," Lynn began as she got up from Lincoln's grasp and helped her brother up. "SCREAM!" Lynn screamed, her spit covering Lincoln's face, causing the latter to wipe it off using a nearby towel. "Come on, bro, I'll help you!" Lynn exclaimed as she grabbed Lincoln's arm and ran into the backyard.
The sky had cleared up, revealing a beautiful sunset setting over the horizon. The two Louds were currently in the middle of the grass, with Lincoln facing the fence leading to the lone tree at the back, while Lynn was standing behind him with her arms crossed. "Okay, now say it," Lynn commanded.
"I-I can't..." Lincoln mumbled.
"Lincoln..." Lynn said sternly. "You're never going to feel better unless you get this thing off your chest."
Lincoln looked down and saw Hops' tongue stuck to his chest. "I know, Lynn," he said as Hops' tongue retracted into the frog's mouth as he hopped next to the jock.
"Say it," Lynn said again as Lincoln balled his fists and closed his eyes. "Say it."
"I'm ugly," Lincoln said quietly.
"You're ugly and what?" Lynn asked the boy.
"Loud?"
"No. Proud."
"I'm ugly and proud."
"Good! Say it louder!" Lynn encouraged him as Hops croaked happily.
"I'm ugly and proud." Lincoln said a little bit louder.
"Louder."
"I'm ugly and proud!"
"Louder!"
"I'm ugly and proud!" Lincoln yelled.
At Mr. Grouse's house, the owner was taking out his garbage and overheard Lincoln's yelling.
"I'M UGLY AND I'M PROUD! I'M UGLY AND I'M PROUD!" the white-haired boy repeatedly yelled.
"Is that what he calls it?" the elderly man asked himself as he scratched the back of his head in confusion before returning back to his humble abode and slamming the door shut.
Back in the Louds' backyard, Lincoln was catching his breath. "That felt...GREAT!" the boy announced happily with a newfound aura of confidence. "I FEEL EMPOWERED!" Lynn and Hops looked at the boy with big smiles on their faces, glad to help him out.
"So, what do you want to do now?" Lynn asked with the frog on top of her head.
"I don't know, how about a movie?" Lincoln suggested, to which the athlete nodded happily.
At the movie theater, the two Loud siblings are making their way to the front row and are about to watch "The Harvester Strikes Back," as not only Lincoln had gotten his fear of the movie recently, but also because of his newly obtained confidence. Lynn had three drinks in her arms while Lincoln had a bucket of popcorn with him.
The duo finally make it to their seats and Lincoln tries to make his way past Girl Jordan and Cristina. "Pardon me, ugly boy coming through," he said as more of his foul breath exited his mouth. The two girls' eyes suddenly turned into crosses and somehow their bodies floated upwards.
"People respect self-esteem, bro," Lynn said, reassuringly. The two then take the now empty seats. Lincoln leans over to Lori's friend/former rival, Carol Pingrey, who was sitting next to him.
"Hi, I'm very ugly, but you should enjoy the movie anyway," Lincoln said to the blonde. However, his toxic stench was strong enough to literally burn Carol's hair, complexion, and eyes off.
Lincoln sat there, looking at the screen momentarily, before turning to face Lori and Leni's friend, Chaz, who was sitting next to Lynn. Lincoln leaned over his sister and said, "Excuse me, sir. I hope my horrible ugliness won't be a distraction to you," to the cap-wearing teen.
"Not at all, boy," Chaz replied before he too catches a terrible whiff of Lincoln's breath, causing the teen's eyes to water uncontrollably and letting out a disgusted noise. "DEUUEAUGH!" he screamed before he ran off.
Lynn watched Chaz hightail it out of the theater while sipping one of her many sodas. "Don't worry about him, Lincoln," Lynn said. "He's just a-" she stopped mid-sentence as she saw the ashen-haired child breaking down again. "Linc? What's wrong?"
"I can't do this, Lynn! I've tried, and I've tried," Lincoln turned around, revealing an extremely deflated face. "But I'm not always as confident as I look. Maybe I'd better just go back and hide," Lincoln sobbed.
Lynn mood shifted from sad to angry as she stood up, spilling her drinks in the process. "What is wrong with you people?! Afraid to look ugliness in the face?" she yelled as she picked up the boy and pointing him toward five people as his bad breath escaped from his open mouth. "Well, here! Look at it!"
"Hello," Lincoln said to the group, all of which ran off.
"You look at it!" Lynn shouted as she pointed her brother to another set of people, this one being much larger than the first.
"Hi," the boy said, getting the same reaction as the previous group, with them running away.
The athlete, now fully enraged that everyone was afraid of Lincoln just because of his "ugliness", pointed him towards the entire audience.
"LOOK AT IT! LOOK AT IT! LOOK AT IT!" Lynn demanded from the entire audience, unaware that Lincoln's horrible stench was now enveloping the inside of the theater. "I WANT ALL OF YOU TO LOOK AT IT!"
Everybody screams in terror and they all run out of the theater in a panic, leaving Lynn and Lincoln alone in the theater.
"They all ran away, Lynn..." Lincoln said, dejectedly.
"I bet there's no line at the snack bar!" the jock said, oblivious to her brother's mood.
The two are now at the snack bar as Lynn leans over the counter to see if someone's there.
"Hello? Hello...?" she called out to the empty counter, before shrugging her shoulders. "They must be on break."
Hating to see his sister bummed out, especially after all the things she has done for him, Lincoln suddenly realized that he had something in his back pocket.
"Oh, wait, Lynn! I just remembered," Lincoln said, reaching in his pocket and pulls out some of his leftover sundae. "I've got some of my peanut-onion sundae we can share!
In the bathroom, Lynn is shown to be washing her hands alongside Luan's friend, Giggles. "I'm all out of soap. Can I borrow-" the athlete was cut off by the reaction of the clown girl, the latter of which was scared stiff.
"Stay back!" Giggles said, scared.
"I just want some-"
"Here!" the clown said, quickly fishing into her pocket, pulling out some money, and dropping it on the floor in front of Lynn. "Here's my money! Take it! TAKE IT AND GO AWAY!" She yelled as she ran off from the scene.
"My hands aren't that dirty..." Lynn mumbled. She then walks over to Becky, Dana, and Luna's girlfriend, Sam, who were looking themselves over in the other sinks' respective mirrors.
"Hey, you guys wanna hear a bathroom joke?" Lynn asked them, not aware of her bad breath she obtained from consuming Lincoln's rancid sundae. Sure enough, her toxic breath caused Becky and Dana to run away in fear.
"You tryin' to KILL US?!" Sam snapped at the jock, before she too, made a beeline for the exit.
Lynn looked at herself in the mirror...
...before seeing her breath escape from her mouth, which was visible in the mirror.
"Oh... Oh no!" she screamed. "I've got the UGLY!"
Lincoln, wondering was taking Lynn so long in the bathroom, decided to investigate.
'I'm not allowed in here," he thought to himself as he put his hand on the door. 'But this is for Lynn!'
The ashen-haired child pushed the door wide open and entered the bathroom, thankful no one was present outside of the stalls. As Lincoln wiped the sweat forming on his forehead, he suddenly heard sobbing coming from a nearby stall.
"Lynn?" he called out. "Is everything okay in here?"
No response as he kept hearing muffled crying.
Opening the stall door, Lincoln saw his sister, the latter sitting on top of the toilet with a paper bag on top of her head.
"What are you doing in there?" Lincoln asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Lynn responded, her voice obviously muffled from the inside of the bag.
"And why is that bag on your head?" Lincoln inquired, addressing the elephant in the room, or, in this case, stall.
"Why? Oh, no reason..." the athlete replied sarcastically. "Except you gave me the ugly!"
She whipped the bag off, causing Lincoln to recoil and gasp as she walked out of the stall.
"What am I gonna do? I can't go out looking like this!" Lynn said, upset.
"Just remember what we talked about. There's power in pride," the 11-year-old said, reassuringly.
"That may be fine for you, but I was one of the beautiful people. Now look at me!" the athlete yelled in frustration, completely obliviously that during her rant, her bad breath reaches Lincoln, causing him to hold his nose in disgust. "I'm almost as ugly as you! I always thought if I was as ugly as that guy, I don't know what I'd do."
"Lynn...?"
"What's mom gonna say?!"
Lincoln plugged his nose. "Lynn?"
"Oh my gosh, if my teammates and coaches find out about this, I'm sue to be off the team!" Lynn panicked, clutching both sides of her head, letting her own anxiety get the better of her. "If the bank, I mean it's one thing if you have bad shoes, or even bad hair, but..."
"LYNN!" Lincoln screamed at his older sister. "You're not ugly. Your breath stinks. Really bad."
"Ahhhhhhhh, what a relief," Lynn sighed, her stench forming the shape of a skull and crossbones headed straight toward her brother.
"Arrgh, good gravy, Lynn!" Lincoln said, his eyes starting to water. "What did you eat?!"
"Oh, some roast beef, some chicken, a pizza..." the jock listed on her fingers.
"No, I meant just this morning."
"Oh, some roast beef, some chicken, a pizza..." Lynn repeated.
"What else?"
"Well, I had some of your sundae," Lynn pointed out, giving Lincoln a sudden realization.
"Sundae..." the boy said before putting two and two together and reaching back into his pocket to pull out more of the peanut-onion sundae from earlier. "Lynn! My sundae gave us rancid breath!"
"What'cha mean, Linc?" the athlete asked, confused as to what her brother was trying to get at.
"I mean, we're not ugly, we just stink!" Lincoln exclaimed, joyful.
"Stink?" Lynn repeated, now understanding, cheered with her brother and running around the bathroom in circles.
"We stink! We stink! We stink! We stink! We stink! We stink!" the two chanted, as their fumes encompass the entire theater and cause it to burn to the ground. Lincoln and Lynn ran out of the site and ran up to Mr. Grouse, who is looking through the window of a wig shop.
"Oh, guess what, Mr. Grouse!" the white-haired boy asked.
"We stink!" the two exclaimed as they hugged their grouchy neighbor, before running off, still cheering. "Oh yeah! We're smelly! I reek! Smell me!"
The two run off until they are out of sight down the empty night road.
-Epilogue-
"Dad? Are you sure we did, like, the right thing?" Leni asked Lynn Sr.
"Of course, we did, honey," the father replied, putting a hand on Leni's shoulder to ease her worries. "Now, come on and help us load the last of the dental supplies into Vanzilla.
"Okay, dad."
For the past few hours, Rita, Lynn Sr., and the other 9 sisters, sans Lily, have been loading dental supplies from the matriarch's dental office into the trunk of the family van.
Luna, having loaded a box full of dental floss, reclined against the side of the vehicle and wiped the sweat forming on her forehead. Seeing it as an opportunity to have a quick conversation regarding their brother, Leni put down the box she was carrying and headed to the rocker-girl.
"Luna, do you think what we're doing to Linky is bad?"
Luna sighed. "I know, dude. The length that our family's goin' through to make sure our little bro's breath smells nice and clean is bogus. But, then again, it makes me wonder just what Lincoln ate that made his breath reek."
"It appears as though we can find out for ourselves, sibling units," Lisa interjected, pointing out both Lincoln and Lynn running down the streets.
"WE STINK! WE REEK! WE SMELL BAD!"
"Oh, jeez..." Luna managed to say, before getting carried off by the twins as the entire family hid by the trunk, completely obscured by the vehicle, and managing to stay hidden from the two.
"I think they get from your side of the family," Lynn Sr. said to Rita, earning a fist-bump from Luan, the latter giggling to the father's joke...
...as well as a stern look from Rita.
THE END.
A/N: Woo! Finally done! This was something I wanted to get done in quite sometime. So, now, let me ask all of you what you thought of this story. Was it too much? Too little? Or was it something in-between? Let me know in the comments! But what that being said, I'll see you guys in the next story. relentlessketcherdude, out.