The rain pours over Royal Woods in a cold November. The precipitation gradually increases as the cold front trudges over Michigan. It seems that the endless rainfall and the strong winds forces most of the citizens to evacuate to their homes or any nearby shelter to wait the rain out.

In the Loud House, everyone is nestled in their rooms. Meanwhile, Lisa is monitoring the rainfall at every cycle. She opens up the window to check the rain gauge for that matter. Considering the loud pouring of the rain on the roof, she predicts a stronger rain for the night.

Lisa recounts through a tape recording message, "Meteorologist log #151: Rainfall continues to pour over Royal Woods, covers over 70 inches of rainfall and climbing. It is uncertain of what this weight will cause in the household. But I am raising red alert over the Loud House. Over and out."

After documenting her observations, Lisa steps out of the room, only to see numerous leaks (9 to be exact) across the hall. There are no buckets to hold them. Thus, they continually pour from the soaking attic. Speaking of which, Lisa spots the hatch to the attic to be dripping heavily. "This is rather alarming." She then proceeds downstairs the others, "Family, alarming occurrence in the top floor of the household. I prescribe that the entire household must oversee this escalation as soon as possible." But no one responds or even listens to Lisa.

Instead, the entire family is busy at their various activities: Lori is busy on her phone; Leni is knitting; Luna, Luan and Lucy are tuned in to the television; Lynn, Lana and Lola are playing boat around the house; Lincoln is at his VR visor in the middle of a game; Rita is busy taking care of a stubborn Lily; and Lynn Sr. is busy making meals for the night. Everyone has his or her attention to their needs to wait it out of the storm.

"The saddest reality is that they will soon see the devastation wrapping up right before their eye sockets," Lisa tells to the readers of this story.

It is then that Lincoln in his VR goggles approaches to her way. "Hold on, guys. I think I may have spotted a specimen that looks like my sister Lisa."

"It is your sister, Lisa," she points out.

Lincoln takes off his goggles to see his little sister right in front of him. "Oh Lise, you're here. I thought you are locked in your bedroom, monitoring the weather in every minute."

"I was, till a shocking discovery."

"Well, tell us. I can grab any of our attention."


With that, Lincoln calls out his father to check out the "discovery". But when they arrive upstairs, the leaks have increased from 9 to 24, all across the hall. Most notable is that rainwater drips heavily from the attic hatch that it may as well be an open faucet.

"This is not good," Lynn Sr. reacts in awe.

"I thought you have the house entirely sealed, dad?" Lincoln brings up.

"I know I did once last month," he recalls. "The contractor responded once to my call. Well, he said he was available that week. He was Mexican, hearing from his accent. But he said he was available. So I waited. But my head was preoccupied with crafting a new paella recipe that I just had to perfect it…"

"So, you are saying is…"

"I think we might be in trouble."

The two then gasp in shock.

But Lynn Sr., trying to be the chilliest of the bunch, calms them down. "Not to worry, kids. Our house is perfectly stable against rainfall, tornado and earthquakes. It would take years for disaster to breach our home."

Ironically, the heater suddenly shuts off from behind them.

"On second thought…" Lincoln utters.

But Lynn Sr. assures them, "Don't worry kids. You just need a powerful force to power it up again." He then kicks the heater, only for it to emit combustion smoke. "That's not a good sign."

"How can we fix the heater, dad?"

"We better check the system from the basement."

In response, the three of them head to the basement to fix the heater's ventilation system. However, when Lisa turns on the basement's flickering light, they see water overflowing and spouting from a broken PVC pipe. The level is at knee high. But seeing its level already causes fear for the three and not wanting to soak themselves on the flood.

"There goes my predictions for gradual rainfall," Lisa utters.

"What do we do know, dad?" Lincoln asks.

But the family patriarch, who is supposed to be the calmest in the entire family, draws fear from his house and his family to be facing a ravaging flood.

"Dad?" Lincoln asks again.

Lynn Sr. takes deep breaths to calm himself down, until he can come up with a plan.

Minutes go by, and the flood consumed the entire basement. Finally, Lynn Sr. tells his children, "Okay guys, we got to do this fast. Lincoln, you alert the family. Pack whatever you can. Lisa, call for help. Do it now!"

"How about you, dad?" Lincoln asks.

"I have to switch off the main power. Go now, guys!" After that, Lynn Sr. immediately submerges to the basement floodwater and switches off the Loud house's main power from the fuse box.

Immediately, the entire house is on blackout.

"Hey, what's going on?!" they all wonder. Hubbubs circle among the sisters.

Lincoln proceeds to the living room and announces to the rest. "Guys, we are evacuating. We need to pack anything we can now!"

"What's going on Lincoln? Is everything alright?" Leni asks.

"Just we need to evacuate now!" Out of nowhere, the window at his right side suddenly opens with strong winds carrying heavy rains entering the house. Lincoln tries to close them, despite the strong wind.

The sisters are stunned to see the devastation of the weather right before them.

"I think that sums it all," Lola says. "Let's pack!"

Immediately, the girls stampede out of the living room and back to their rooms in total hurriedness to salvage their necessary belongings and pack from the rainfall.

"Girl, calm down," Rita persuades them. But she is unsuccessful.

"Where do we stay now, mom?" Lincoln asks.

"I don't know. Your dad and I will think about it. I just hope our house won't be that devastated," she replies in a stern manner.

Sure enough, when the girls arrive upstairs, the ceiling leaks have increased from a paltry 24 to a devastating 60. They instantaneously rush to their own rooms and grab their possessions to save.

However, the recurring flimsiness of the house is felt once again as the wallpaper peels off from the soaking walls, the ceiling gets gradually porous from receiving a lot of rainwater and the tremors inside the walls are eerily heard.

Rita goes along with the other girls on packing her and Lynn's necessary belongings. She hurriedly trudges through their drawers, throwing their stuff to the bed.

Soon, Lily spots a calamity in the making outside of their window. "Poo poo! Poo poo!"

"Not now Lily, I am packing like the rest," Rita tells her.

"Poo poo! Poo poo!"

"Later honey. Mommy is quite in a hurry." Rita then uncovers a secret plastic envelope containing each of the kids' birth certificates and emergency identification cards. However, above it is a box that is labelled "Confidential. Only for Lynn Loud". She looks upon it with stirring suspicion. "What the heck?" she utters.

"Poo poo! Poo poo!"

Sooner, Rita feels rainwater touching her slippers. She looks upon the window to see what Lily has been trying to warn her: a flood outside and entering their house. "Oh my…Lily, hang on!" She instantly straps Lily to a baby carrier that she modifies to be switched to the back, for her to be able to pack efficiently.

Flood start to pour inside from the yard to the interior of the house. Every corner of the house gradually becomes occupied with the flood.

After packing, the family matriarch proceeds to the top when she intersects with her husband. "Lynn, where have you been?"

"Getting this." Lynn shows his wife a long Tupperware containing their basic needs, in case of disasters. "Finally, my doomsday prepping classes paid off. Our basic needs till we wait for help. Where are the kids?"

"Packing," she answers.

"Okay, we must go now!"

Though she has trouble grasping about finding out her husband hiding secrets about that box from her, Rita puts it aside to prioritize their safety.

As they get upstairs, the Loud children are at their raingear, waiting for the next move with their suitcases. The water leaks do not help matters.

"Moms, pops, where do we go now?" Luna asks them.

"Okay, it's obvious we can't take downstairs. We just have to go the attic," Lynn suggests, despite seeing the attic already soaked up and overflowing, setting his fear to come. But casting it aside, he opens the staircase, only for floodwater to gush over him.

"DAD!" the girls yelp. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm cool," a soaking wet Lynn tells them.

"Well, that's it for the attic. Sorry Lucy," Lynn says.

"Was that an insult?" Lucy responds.

"What?!"

Out of nowhere, Lisa alerts her findings to her family. "Family, I just like to announce that rainfall has been at 9.55 mm per minute."

"Meaning?" Lola leads it up with another question.

"Flood is assured," Lisa confirms.

"Too late for that, Lise," Lana says as she points the family to the rushing waters that are reaching to the second floor.

The entire family gasps.

Luan then suggests at the brink of the moment, "Okay, let's not flood ourselves with questions and let us take it to the top. No pun intended!"


With that, the entire family takes their stuff and proceeds to the roof. Lynn Jr. helps them break through the roof. One by one, they get there, safe and sound, as the Loud house entirely succumbs to the flood.

Lincoln hopelessly watches his entire suburban neighborhood gets swept by the heavy rainfall. His surroundings are nearly unrecognizable. The rains make it anything but palatable to find relief from this sight.

The others soon join him, watching their hometown get swept by the endless storm. Their hopes dash and their eyes fall along with heavy rainfall.

Rita gives blankets for everyone, including Lincoln. "Hey, here."

"Thanks mom," Lincoln replies.

"Don't lose hope, Lincoln. There are really storms in life. Don't give up hope."

"I'm not."

The entire family simply snuggles on their blanket, waiting for the rains to die out.

Meanwhile, Lynn Sr. takes desperate measures for a rescue by marking "SOS" on the roof. "There. Now we just have to wait for help."

"Why don't you micro-manage? You wait for help, while you call who might help," Rita suggests.

"Hope so," he replies. "Just hope signal's still available."

As Lynn Sr. contacts other people for help, some of the kids feel uneasy, becoming bored in every second. They are just left shivering to the partly sharp eaves.


Later on, Rita serves them hot cocoa, made by a blowtorch they stowed away and mugs that she packed. The rains start to recede but the flood remains.

"Man, this is just like watching a canal, only tragic," Lana comments.

But as the Louds accept the despondency for their situation, Lynn Sr. announces to them. "Okay, just called everyone. Pretty much everyone is affected. The McBrides, the Yates, Kotaro's family. All flooded, even Pop-Pop."

"Should we check on him?" Rita asks.

"I'll get back to him. But the retirement says they're safe."

"But where do we stay? Who will rescue us?" Leni asks in panic.

"What other options we have?" Lynn asks.

"Aunt Ruth?" Lana suggests.

"No!" Lola immediately disagrees. "Anything but Aunt Ruth!"

"She might be affected by the rainfall," Lisa assumes.

"But who now?" Lynn yelps.

With that, they recall all the families they know out of the state. And there is only one option they could resort to. Everyone seems to get the idea as they look at Lori.

"What?" she utters.


Meanwhile, at a cozy apartment in the Great Lakes City, where the rains are limited but the streets are messy, the Casagrandes are packed in their living room, watching Before Sunrise. All of them are there; though, Carl and CJ are asleep.

Bobby's phone suddenly rings. He answers, "Hello…Babe! How's the weather? …Oh…What? Now?…" He then tells his grandfather, "Abuelo, get the car."