A/N: This story takes place after the events of Lincoln Loud's Underwater Adventure.
On a bright and sunny Saturday morning, Lincoln walked out of his room and made his way to the bathroom. On the way, he passed by his sister Lori, who greeted him with, "Morning, Lincoln."
"Morning, Lori," Lincoln responded.
Lincoln walked into the bathroom and realized something was wrong.
"Wait a minute, Lori's usually too preoccupied talking to Bobby to notice anyone at this time of the day," said Lincoln. "Or really any time."
But then Lincoln realized something more important. Lincoln rushed out of the bathroom and stopped Lori in her tracks.
"Hey, Lori, I noticed you don't have your phone on you right now…" said Lincoln. "Why is that?"
"Do I need my phone literally everywhere I go?" asked Lori.
Lincoln was taken aback by Lori's response until he realized, "Oh, I get it. You and Bobby had another fight."
"We didn't have a fight," said Lori.
"Then how come you're not talking to him right now?"
"I don't have to spend literally every second of the day doing something Bobby related, do I?"
Lori walked downstairs, leaving Lincoln speechless.
"Gotta be a fight," said Lincoln.
Soon, Lynn walked out of her room with a bag full of her sport equipment.
"What are you doing, Lynn?" asked Lincoln. "Cooked up another way to play sports?"
"Nah, I'm getting rid of these," said Lynn.
"What?! Oh, I get it. You're throwing those out because you got new ones."
"No, I'm giving up on sports."
"What?! Why?"
"I found a greater joy… reading books."
Lynn walked downstairs, leaving Lincoln speechless again.
"What just happened?" Lincoln wondered aloud.
"Looks like Lynn had a complete 180 in the personality department. Perhaps the structure of her brain changed."
"What do you think brought that on, Lisa?"
"No, silly, I'm Leni."
Lincoln turned around and to his surprise, Leni was standing behind him.
"D-Did you really just say that stuff about Lynn's brain?" asked the confused 11-year old.
"Yep, I may look into that if I have time," Leni said before walking back to her room.
"Okay, I get it," Lincoln said, trying to stay calm. "I'm dreaming again."
Lincoln pinched himself and screamed in pain.
"Not dreaming," Lincoln muttered.
Then from the corner of his eye, Lincoln watched the bathroom door close. Lincoln knocked on the door, yelling, "Hey, come on! I was in there first!"
The door opened and Lola asked, "I'm sorry, Lincoln. You go on ahead."
"Okay, what's the catch?" asked Lincoln.
"No catch," said Lola. "You were in there first, so you should go in ahead of me."
Lincoln walked into the bathroom, closed the door and soon Lola heard her brother scream in pain.
"Are you okay, Lincoln?" asked the concerned 6-year old.
Lola heard Lincoln scream again and then heard him mutter, "Still not dreaming!"
Minutes later, Lincoln walked out of the bathroom and noticed Lana dusting the furniture.
"Chores aren't today, Lana," said Lincoln.
"I know," said Lana. "It's just that the house is so filthy today, especially my half of my room."
"Cause you like filthy and gross things."
"Not any more, now I like cleanliness."
"Is there a bet going on around here?!"
"No bets here," Luan said as she carried a box downstairs.
Lincoln followed after her and asked what was in the box.
"I'm donating all my comical gags and dodads," said Luan.
"Why?" asked Lincoln.
"I'm moving on from jokes and pranks. I know realize that there are more important things in life I could do."
"Like?"
"I'm not sure yet, but I'm determined to find out."
As Luan walked out the front door, Lincoln asked himself, "Did I accidently mess up one of Lisa's experiments again?"
Soon, Luna walked in with a handful of cash.
"Whoa, where'd you get all that money?" asked Lincoln.
"I got it from selling my guitar," Luna answered.
"Wait, WHAT?! Why would you do that?! And what happened to your accent?"
"I'm done with music. Let's be honest, I wasn't going anywhere. From here on out, I think I'll be an architect."
Before Lincoln could process what he was just told, he heard an explosion that originated from Lisa's room.
"Finally, something that makes sense," said the relieved 11-year old as he rushed up the stairs.
Lincoln peeked in and found Lisa wiping ash off her face.
"What happened?" asked Lincoln.
"I put the pink stuff together with the purple stuff and kablooey!" Lisa explained.
"Um, so what was the experiment?"
"I wasn't experimaking, I just wanted to put those pretty liquids together."
Lincoln approached Lily, who was sitting in her crib and pleaded, "Please, tell me you're not acting weird too!"
Lily responded by pooping in her diaper and shoutin, "Poo-Poo!"
Lincoln breathed a sigh of relief until he heard a knock on the door behind him. He heard his name called by a familiar voice, but something was wrong with it. The voice didn't give off a moody or depressed vibe, but instead a happy and optimistic one. Lincoln slowly turned around and immediately blacked out after getting quick glimpse of his sister, Lucy.