[Later that night, the Loud parents are staring blankly towards the ceiling in their bedroom while LIncoln and Lori are heard arguing once more.]

Rita: [sighs] Lynn? What are we gonna do about those two? Who knows how they long they'll be hating each other? It may go on for weeks, months, or maybe even years.

Lynn Sr.: I just... don't know. If only the solution could just fall right into our laps. [sighs] We're just gonna have to think more about it tomorrow. Good night, hun. [turns to the other side of the bed and goes to sleep]

[Rita decides to go to sleep too. Cut to early morning when it's time for school. Lincoln's last in the bathroom line, waiting on Luna.]

Luna: [leaves the bathroom in her bathrobe] Bathroom's all yours, bro. [hums all the way back to her, Leni, and Luan's room]

Lincoln: Finally! I've been waiting forever. [about to head inside the bathroom]

[Just as his toe made contact with the tile floor, Lori suddenly appears right in front of him.]

Lori: [sneers through teeth] Piss off, you good-for-nothing runt...

Lincoln: One, I need the bathroom more, and two, I was here first.

Lori: Guess what? I was born first

[As she almost slammed the door in Lincoln's face, he stops it with his foot.]

Lincoln: Oh no, you don't! You're not gonna pull that lame excuse again!

Lori: And what is your albino, polar ass going to do about it?!

Lincoln: I was in the bathroom before you, and you can't just swoop in and take it from me! Besides, you can use your dumb make-up in your room. There's an entire mirror set and everything in there!

Lori: If you don't move from this spot in 5 seconds, I'm gonna beat the literal hell out of you again!

Lincoln: You know what? Go ahead. Do it and see how much worse it'll be between you and Dad.

[The two continue arguing, to the point they've spent the whole day arguing in the hallway. It was futile to move them anywhere from that spot. During the afternoon, the Loud parents were watching parodies of 80's films with puppies until the commercial breaks.]

Lynn Sr.: Commercials... The only thing keeping me from those triplet puppies treasure hunting with their Scottish Shepherd uncle. This better be good enough to cut away from that.

[A commercial with an angry boy and girl plays.]

Narrator: Are your kids practically at each others' throats?

[The commercial then shows the two children choking each other.]

Lynn Sr. Rita: Yes.

Narrator: Do they argue non-stop?

[The two kids are surrounded by speech bubbles covering up the screen.]

Lynn Sr. Rita: Somewhat.

Narrator: And most importantly, do you want them back on good terms?

Lynn Sr. Rita: Of course!

Narrator: Then, set up an appointment at Mattie's Family Dillemma Center by calling 1-800-SIBLINGS, or go to "".

[The two parents gazed at each other in realization.]

Rita: This might be just what they need! I'll call the place right now. [dials the phone number from the commercial and goes into the other room] Hello? Yes, I'd like to enroll my son and daughter in any of the available classes for... Let's say, two weeks.

[Just then, a dust cloud of skirmishing rolls down the stairs, briefly pausing to show Lincoln and Lori strangling him. Then, the dust cloud continues over to the next room.]

Rita: Actually, better make that three weeks. Maybe four. Oh, thanks so much. This'll help them out immensely in the long run. Bye. [hangs up]

Lynn Sr.: So, how'd it go?

Rita: I got them into a class together. But... there's still the problem of having them go to said said class sessions.

Lynn Sr.: [pomders for a few moments] I've got an idea. It may be lowbrow, but it just might work.