It is 6:00 AM. The sun rises in Royal Woods, Michigan. The radiant sunrise hits the roof of the Loud house to front yard. It is perfect aura for jogging. This perfect scenery can be best completed with the iconic Bill Conti musical song "Gonna Fly Now" from the movie Rocky being played in the background.

Lincoln and Lynn will be having their agreed jogging session, every 6. However, the former is still sleeping in bed. He has his bed messy. He is loudly snoring. And he has entire body relaxed in a disarrayed posture.

Suddenly, someone bursts through the door with an air horn being sounded. Startled with the LOUD noise, Lincoln screamingly wakes up and falls to the floor, "AHHHHHH!"

The one who blew the air horn is revealed to be none other than Lynn Loud, who is in her jogging attire (her normal getup with her sweat headband and wristband).

"Wakey wakey bro!" Lynn alarms her brother.

Lincoln, still recouping from his wake up call, attempts to get up. He groans sleepily, "Lynn, can we do this another day? Man needs more sleep."

Lincoln gets back to his bed and pulls the blanket to cover him. However, Lynn, not tolerating this act, pushes Lincoln out of the bed.

"Lincoln, jogging is a daily discipline that one marathon runner needs to take," Lynn elaborates energetically, "Get up now bro! We're burning daylight!"

Out of reluctance, Lincoln gets up and readies for a jogging session with Lynn.

Lincoln in his jogging attire (an orange sando under a white sweatshirt, sweat headband and wristbands, orange shorts, sneakers and a fitness Fitbit-ish watch) is nudging across the neighborhood, with Lynn trailing in front of him.

"Come on Linc! There's no need for know-hows on jogging. You just keep going," Lynn motivates.

However, Lincoln is catching his breath, exhaling heavily. "But Lynn, I cannot be as fast as you."

Lynn decelerates to be on par with Lincoln's position. "Lincoln, you don't need to be fast as me," she implies.

Relieved, Lincoln replies, "Really?"

But at her most energetic, Lynn dares, "You just need to catch me. First one home gets the whole Zombie Bran!"

Lynn jogs way pass Lincoln, in hopes of him catching up through a dare.

"Oh, I don't think so!" Lincoln replies.

Lincoln and Lynn jog across the neighborhood, towards known areas. Across the baseball field. Along the park's sidewalk pavements. By Gus' Games & Grub. Towards a tunnel. Through Royal Woods' other suburban neighborhoods. And upstairs to the town library. As he finishes climbing the chilly stairs, Lincoln raises his arms in victory, just like Rocky Balboa.

Lynn looks at him from below with oddity. "Uhmm Lincoln, if that's what you think, the finish line is at home."

Dropping his arms in an awkward moment, Lincoln says, "Oh…uhm…a sec. Hey! Lynn! Stay right there." Then, he chases Lynn as the latter runs off. The two then race for home.

After a productive jogging session, Lincoln leans on a chair, resting from the morning job. He speaks to the readers, "Well, at least I didn't lose on one thing: that Lynn always wins in every sport."

He can only witness Lynn feasting on a bowl of Zombie Bran. "Don't worry bro. You'll get the hang of it," she implies.

Getting sufficient rest, Lincoln decides to prepare for the day. "Yeah, off to school now," he tells Lynn.

Munching on the bran, Lynn replies, "Okay, see you later. Tomorrow, we continue, okay?"

However, Lincoln twitches from this claim, replying, "Right," as a sign of dismay. He then proceeds out of the dining room and off to school.

After school, Lincoln stops by the front yard tree to get some rest.

Throbbing, he looks to the readers and says, "You know, a kid like me deserves some rest. I wish this could last."

Suddenly, a honk can be heard as someone casts a shadow to Lincoln.

"Had school make you wanna cool down?"

Lincoln gets startled and sees his 14-year-old sister Luan Loud on her unicycle, carrying a bag of whoopee cushions and a chest box.

"Hey Lincoln, sorry I disturbed ya. Need a little help," Luan says.

"Oh sure," Lincoln responds.

Lincoln picks up the bag and the chest, as Luan gets down from her unicycle.

Checking the chest, Lincoln asks, "What's in here?"

"Oh, that's what we'll wear for the gig later," Luan answers.

"Wait later?"

"Didn't I told you? I even texted you."

Lincoln quickly checks his phone and finds Luan's message containing Funny Business' schedule for the entire week. "Oh. Wait, a whole week?" Lincoln inquires on this.

"Mhm," Luan confirms, "Luckily, they're in the afternoon, so you don't need to worry about school."

However, Lincoln feels the weight that came from Lynn's training, making him want to turn down from assisting Luan. "I dunno…" he affirms nervously "…this week? You see, I'm kinda tired so…"

Empathetically, Luan says, "Awww…well, it's okay. If you think you can't make it this week, I can just try to call out another…"

At that instant, Lincoln feels sorry for Luan having to do clowning duties by herself. "No wait Luan! Scratch that. I can do it," he confirms with confidence.

"You sure? 'Cause you know I can just call Giggles if she's not loaded," Luan reiterates.

"No really Luan. I am willing to assist this week."

"Are you really sure?"

"Totally. I mean what worse could we do?"

Luan smirks at this opportunity. However, things did not end up that way for Lincoln, as they do their afternoon gig in one kid's birthday party.

"This is the worse we could do," Lincoln replies, as he is currently in a circus jumpsuit outfit and standing behind a target with an apple on his head. Luan in a medieval archer's outfit and blindfolded is aiming for the apple, as the two are performing for a crowd of 10-year-old kids.

While holding a bow and an arrow, she declaims, "They say 'you are the apple of my eye'. But, what do you get when you cover your eyes to strike an apple?"

Lincoln is sweating profusely if Luan misses her shot. Fortunately, as she lets go off the arrow, it strikes at the middle of the fruit, slicing it in half.

"A slice of life," Luan lays her punchline.

The children cheer at Luan and Lincoln's act. Though shocked, Lincoln gets delighted when he sees the children's cheers.

After the party, Lincoln and Luan walk back home by sunset.

"So great Linc! We really killed it out there!" Luan optimistically implies.

But Lincoln hits her with this punchline, "Yeah but you almost killed me."

The two laugh at Lincoln's kind of dark humor.

"Well, up for tomorrow?" Luan happily asks

"You betcha!" Lincoln answers with full assurance.