A/N: This is a story based on a promo alone on Nickelodeon's Twitter for the upcoming Loud House bomb this month. It is heavily based on what was given to us prior to the bomb, leading to the unfortunate implication that sparked in my head. This is also not an intent to rip off Tea Tale Heart which is set to air Thursday. I'll also make perfectly clear that it's also not a hate fic. I'm a bit nervous about it since I don't know how this'll go, so I'll go ahead and give this a shot and see what you think. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: The Loud House is property of Viacom.

OK, here goes!

Chapter 1: High Quality

It was a lovely evening down in the usually quiet old neighborhood of Royal Woods, Michigan. The six year old princess of the house, Lola Loud was busy setting up her plastic table for an upcoming tea party she planned to start in about a few minutes from now. Yep. It was that time again. She had been eager waiting for this for six days. A big smile was expressed all around her young little face with not a single thing she needed to worry about concerning her plans all day long.

She grabbed three of her stuffed animals, placing each one in their own plastic chairs just behind the table. "Well isn't it that time of the week once again, my sophisticated little friends," Lola said. "It's time for this week's tea party!"

What can she say? It was basically her main shtick that she normally does on a regular basis inside the Loud house. It was her thing, it was her passion as a routine. Her sophisticated status as a princess was so clear, it was like completely spotless in her own little kingdom.

She hummed a fitting tune of her choice as she aligned her stuffed animals into the chairs before she pushed them towards the table one by one. "This princess here hopes you guys have some royal enlightenment to spill here at the table tonight," she passed out the tea cups and the plates, carefully aligning them in front of her dolls. "Because what's the point of having a sophisticated tea party in this house without putting in the picture about our current status?" she giggled.

She brought out the scones. "Now, this week's special is definitely going to be a calm one... Chamomile tea with a side of blueberry scones! Fresh from the oven!"

Lola simpered as she looked at her results. Everything seemed to be in ship shape in the black irises of a royal little child. It was astonishing. She felt like today could be possibly one of the best tea parties she's ever hosted in a long while. It was so perfect to the point that it reminded her that the last time she had a tea party this great was when she had to forcefully made her twin sister Lana participate in one along with convincing their family feline pet to join against his will. But this time, she was determined. She squinted her eyelids with a little smirk to express. She wanted this to top all the other times she hosted a tea party right here in the Loud House.

She looked around the room for her chamomile tea with very small success. A seconds passed by before she realized she'd forgotten it somewhere downstairs. "Big dang it!" she uttered as her happy attitude quickly changed to an incensed tone. "Of all the things I could've forgotten for the party, it just had to be the main item you're required to have at a tea party!"

She softly facepalmed as she collected herself for a brief moment as she can't believe she'd let this little mistake of hers happen out of all the possible things. She calmed down enough to casually storm out of her room as she made her way down the stairs.

Before she could set foot into the dining room, she saw someone sitting in front of the television screen in the living room with her stuffy old doll. It was the soft spoken eight year old, Lucy Loud.

She was slightly confused for a brief moment. For once in her life, she had never seen her with any other item to play with other than her favorite Edwin bust that she normally carries around with her in the house. She had her sights fixated on that doll of hers. It looked like it was a complete mess through the eyes of a six year old princess like Lola. She wanted to do something to it. Like maybe, freshen her up or something of the sort. To her, it was so dirty to the point that she could practically throw it into the washer for a good half hour or so. But, it kinda looked like she wouldn't care at the least.

"Isn't this nice? Simply hanging together... watching a good show." Lucy spoke.

Lola had to devise a plan for the doll. She wanted to at least give her doll a little bit of decency just to show how good of a younger sibling she is to her. But she didn't need to worry about that at this hour. Her main objective was more important. She needed to get the tea for the party that starts in a few minutes from now.

The third youngest child of the house stormed into the kitchen to obtain the tea from the kitchen counter. As she most expected, she was stopped right in the middle of her filthy twin sister, covered in mud as usual.

"Hey Lola," Lana said in a happy tone, forcing Lola to slightly jump before she grabbed her objective. "Ya gotta help me setup this awesome mud slide out here!"

This came off as no surprise to the child in pink. Her dirty little antics were to be expected at some point during her weekly events that she hosted every weekend. She looked over to Lana and calmly declined her request.

"Oh, no thanks!" she said. "You know my routine, tea parties every Saturday evening!"

Lana reacted differently like this was the first time she responded to her like that. "Oh..." But she did lighten up soon after like she always does like she didn't care what anybody said. "That's alright! I'll show ya the ropes when it's just about done! I'll even get our old pal Charles to help test it out for me soon after! Oh, and before I go..."

She dug into her pockets and pulled out a mud cake as she kindly offered one to her twin sister. "Mud cake?"

"Gross!" Lola reacted, before using a softer response a second later. "I mean... no thanks!"

Lana still brushed it off like it was not a big deal before she headed back outside. "I'll save it for our birthdays, which is three weeks away!"

Lola promptly moaned as she was left alone in the kitchen. She grabbed her tea off the counter and exited the kitchen interior.

Her expression was entirely blank now as she stopped to notice that Lucy wasn't in the living room anymore. Instead, it was the teenage siblings of the house, Lynn, Luan, Luna, Leni, and Lori. They were busy chatting it up as they were watching a rerun of last week's Dream Boat episode as the new one was a quarter hour away from premiering on the television screens worldwide.

She wondered where the goth child was now. She had a feeling she might be upstairs in her room doing her usual habits as always. She went back upstairs into her bedroom as she prepared herself to pour some tea into her tea cups for her stuffed animals. Throughout the entire duration of filling up her cups, she told them about the doll Lucy had on her like it was a very important news flash.

"So there was this doll I saw earlier today, and dare I say... she looked highly unattractive to me." she said. "Her appearance looked soooo uncanny, I can't even bear to describe it in more detail."

Lola sat quiet for a good short period of time before she put her earlobe toward one of her stuffed animals as if they had something to say about her situation.

She scoffed. "Oh, don't get me started with that frizzy hair of hers. It was downright atrocious!"

She decided to compare the doll with another thing she had on her mind all while she squinted her eyes. "I mean, even Luna being portrayed as a lamp could top her in terms of fashion and politeness."

She lifted her arms to her ear again as she listened to another one of her stuffed animals. It was like someone was giving her an interesting suggestion filled with good potential regarding the doll in question. "What's that?" she said.

She listened in again that lasted for seconds before an idea was handed to her in almost an instant. "I should give her a makeover! Royalty style!"

The six year old took a good sip of her tea before she gladly praised her stuffed animals to a suggestive well thought out. "That's brilliant! A big toast to a interesting idea spilled here at table, lads. Tonight, we make our move."

She softly tapped her fingers on the table as if she was planning to do something very risky. But in this case, she was. She wanted to at least do something very nice for one of her older siblings, simply because. It's what family is for in this house. No matter what she had to do, whether by begging, pleading, or even taking things by force into her own childish hands. She had to make something good happen in this house. Even if she had to resort to such drastic measures to get the job done.

By the time the tea party of the week was all wrapped up she opened the door to Lynn Jr. and Lucy's room. She took the time to scope out her surroundings for a good brief moment before she made her move inside the bedroom, leaving the door cracked from behind.

She infiltrated the left side, which happened to be Lucy's side of the room. She spent a good amount of seconds looking for one thing, her doll. The first place she started to inspect was her bed. To no avail, she stripped off the blanket. There was not a doll in sight if her eyes, but there was a book with a certain princess pony on the front cover.

Horror and disgust filled the child. "Ew!"

She made a move to the goth kid's desk. She pulled open both drawers from bottom to top. The doll was still nowhere to be found.

My gosh. Lola was getting a little scowl painted across her face. Anxiety filled her at the same time, worrying she may not be able to find it without having Lucy find out she was invading her room. She softly growled knowing she's wasted a precious half a minute looking for what she needs to take care of her business.

She grew determined as she scratched her head. "Now, if I were a young, but strange goth kid hiding something real valuable, where would I happen to set it?"

Lola's sights grew fixated at Lucy's coffin at the front of her bed. Could it be stashed somewhere in the container? What if it wasn't in there as well? There is a possibility that it could go either way for the young child. But she'll never know for sure unless she took a good few seconds of her time to check.

Curiosity filled Lola. She walked over to the goth child's cover before she got a tight grip of the cover. She lifted it up to reveal a whole lot of personal items of hers laying right there inside the container. On top of them all was the doll she was desperately looking for. In the eyes of a royal princess of the Loud house, it was all worn out to the point it could eventually tear open.

"Geez!" Lola reacted before she picked up the doll. "I mean... you poor thing!"

Lola was just a bit sympathetic that her doll was in the state it's currently in now. But now that she has the doll on herself, it was about time for the six year old child to do something graceful, even the eight year old goth couldn't help but congratulate her for her sweet generosity.

As she was about to approach the bedroom door, she got a little surprise she wasn't expecting to happen at all.

WHAM!

The door came busting open, with a concerned Lucy standing there outside of her room, ready to call it a night. Her sudden appearance influenced Lola to scream and jump off her feet for about an inch off the carpet floorboards. It caught her completely off guard. She had absolutely no idea what to do from this point onward.

Lucy confronted Lola. "What do you think you're doing?"

Horror and stutters ensued Lola. "Ohhhhhhh... I don't... know..." she nervously uttered. "What makes you think I'm doing something wrong?"

"What is my doll doing in the palms of your hands..?" Lucy's curiosity sparked. She crept closer to Lola before the latter took a few steps away from the goth kid, all the while she calmly told the child "Please. Put the doll... back in the coffin."

Lola clearly hesitated. She clearly wanted to do something nice for her sister. But because of her sudden appearance out of nowhere, her plan quickly went south. She had to improvise on what she needed to do next. Her chance of being generous to the family is clearly at stake, especially for Lucy.

She stood her ground. "Come on Lucy, hear me out. I wanna do you a huge favor."

"Just put my doll back in the coffin." Lucy asked as nicely as she could.

"But you don't understand. Your doll here's all worn out and... old!" Lola rebutted. "Don't you want her to look good and refreshing?"

Lucy was inches away from Lola now. She grabbed a hold of her doll as she so desperately attempted to retrieve it back from the young pageant girl. "No Lola," she said as she pulled the doll away from her. "I'm afraid you don't understand. This is my doll, and you have no permission from me to play with it."

"But Lucy..."

"No buts, dear Lola." Lucy sternly interrupted. "You can't play with it."

Lola's eyes widened up as if they started to become innocent little puppy eyes. She was devastated. There was no chance of her making a good deed happen in the house anytime tonight. But, given her usual status and her unique personality around the Loud family, she'll always come up with ways to make things work out for her, no matter what she has to do to achieve her little mission.

Lucy stepped inside her coffin. "Now if you don't mind, I would like to get started with my dead nap for the night."

"Um, it's only eight o'clock." Lola reminded the goth child.

Lucy sighed. "Whatever." She laid all the way down, resting in her roomy coffin with her doll resting just beside her.

Lola scowled at her sleeping peacefully as if she was in her own little wonderland. Who knew what she would be dreaming about at this hour? Insane little rituals? Blood oranges? Ponies prancing through a field of flowers?

She didn't care about any of that. She had her sights fixated on her doll again as she thought to herself. "What is with her being so selfish with her doll all of a sudden? I mean, she clearly couldn't even hear me out when I was only trying to do something she'll gladly thank me for. I really wish I could just..."

Something got to her head. "I could just... tear her to pieces! But I can't do that since she's already-"

It was at this precise moment that she just hatched up the perfect alternative to her little plan. She looked at a sleeping Lucy one last time for several amounts of seconds before she did the one thing she didn't think she had to do. She was willing to go through any amount of risks that plan of hers had to throw. She really had to do this, for her, even for the sake of Lucy and her worn out doll.

She sneered as her sights was locked on the goth child. She had one hand on the cover, the other on her doll. It was time for the eight year old to get a little surprise coming to her from one of her younger siblings, two years younger than she is.

She yanked the doll out of her coffin, catching Lucy off guard as she lifted her head up. The child quickly slammed the cover of Lucy's coffin completely shut as if it were sealed for the final time, unknowingly knocking her unconscious.

"I'm sorry, Lucy. But I am doing this for you," Lola said as if she were keeping a promise. "In the name of generosity and showing how much I care!"

She calmly dragged her coffin outside of her and Lynn Jr.'s bedroom before she closed their bedroom door from behind.

Will Lola be able to pull this off?

~ To be continued ~