At the Loud house, Lynn reached the backyard only to find Lincoln swinging a baseball bat repeatedly. "Hey Linc, what are you doing here?" Lynn greeted as she walked to her brother.

"I'm practicing for Ronnie Anne's visit," Lincoln answered as he settled the baseball bat down. "I invited her over for a friendly game of baseball, and she accepted the offer! Only problem is, she wanted to see how well I could swing a bat and-"

Suddenly, Lynn burst out laughing. "Dude, you're going to get destroyed by your secret girlfriend!" she stated, slapping her knee. "But not if I can do something about it! I'll take your place and play baseball with her instead!"

"I don't think that's a good idea," Lincoln replied, scratching the back of his head with worry. "What if, in her eyes, I lose my dignity because my sister's playing for me?"

"You sleep with a stuffed bunny, you don't have any dignity to lose!" Lynn argued, and sadly, Lincoln couldn't really argue back. "Now relax, bro, I'll deal with her when the game comes up. When is the game, by the way?"

"In 2 hours," Linc answered.

"Great! That gives me enough time to think up some good demoralizing insults!" Lynn remarked with a mischivieous grin. "See you at the game, Lincoln!"

So the athlete went back inside and left a confused Lincoln behind at the backyard.

2 Hours Later...

Lincoln answered the door and saw Ronnie outside, wearing a baseball cap and bat alongside her normal clothes. "Hi Lame-O, ready for the game?" she greeted.

"Actually, there were some change of plans regarding that," the boy nervously confessed as he and Ronnie headed to the backyard. "So I was practicing my baseball skills when my sister Lynn came up, and she insisted that she switches places with me. And since Lynn is way too strong for me to argue against, I had to agree with her terms."

Once the duo reached the backyard, they saw Lynn-also wearing a baseball cap and holding a baseball bat-stretching herself for the game. "Lynn, Ronnie Anne is here!" Lincoln calle, catching Lynn's attention.

"Okay, let's see who we go-" Once Lynn turned around and saw the tomboy, though, what she saw was Ronnie Anne giving her a smile while her hair flew in the wind, and her eyes glowed with a sly look on her face. "Oh my skies."

"So, this is the sister you were talking about?" Ronnie asked as she approache Lynn, who held her bat defensively as she blushed. "I think Lori mentioned you, she said something along the lines of you being a very agressive annoyance or something."

Lynn could only chuckle nervously and scratch the back of her head. "Although, you don't seem that annoying to me, then again, I guess I shouldn't complain," Ronnie remarked with a shrug. "Anyway, I hope you're ready for some butt-kicking, 'cause I'm not going to show you mercy. Now come on, let's get this game started!"

And as the Hispanic girl went to her position, Lynn chuckled and forced a nervous smile, firmly looking at Ronnie all the way. "What was that all about?!" Lincoln complained, returning his sister back to reality. "I thought you were going to throw some insults at her face, not giggle and shiver like a nervous schoolgirl!"

"I'm not shivering!" Lynn defensively shouted.

Then the athlete looked down to see her legs were shivering. "I just got caught off-guard, that's all!" the tomboy stated with a dismissing wave of her hand. "I'm going to have my mind in the game, and then I'm going to kick her butt!"

"You got yourself into this, so that's the least you can do," Lincoln replied, rolling his eyes. "Now come on, do your best!"

Lynn nodded and went immediately to her position. Then, as she got ready for when Ronnie threw the ball, Lynn gave Ronnie a long look and blushed as she saw Ronnie's confident smirk. "Ball!" Ronnie yelled.

The athletic Loud stood focuse, saw Ronnie throw the ball, and swung her bat at just the right time to do a home run, which Ronnie and Lincoln watched as Lynn ran around the square arena. "Hey, that was a nice shot, Loud!" Ronnie complimented as she gave Lynn a thumbs up.

Lynn blushed and grabbed her cheeks, losing her concentration and causing her to crash into a tree. "Does that normally happen?" Ronnie asked Lincoln, pointing at the unconscious athlete.

"Meh, 3 times out of 5," Lincoln answered with a shrug.

So the duo ran to Lynn, who regained her composure just as she met face-to-face with Ronnie Anne. "Are you okay?" she asked as she helped Lynn get up.

But the tomboy could only "respond" with gibberish. "Man, that tree must've hit you bad," Ronnie remarked, scratching the back of her head. "Tell you what, how about I give you some time to rest, and then we play something else next time, with less trees on the way?"

Lynn nodded with a goofy smile. "Okay, cool," Ronnie replied before turning to Lincoln. "See ya later, Lame-O and... Hmm, I think I'm going to call your sister Jock-O."

Lynn promptly spun around and squeed as Ronnie Anne left the backyard, followed by Lincoln approaching her and giving her a stern look. "What was that all about?" he inquired.

"What? I-It's not like I can't get distracted from time to time," Lynn replied, crossing her arms as she nervously continued to spit out lies. "B-Besides, who's to say this is entirely my fault? It could've been's Ronnie Anne plan!"

Lincoln hummed, trying to figure out what was the real reason for lynn's behavior. "Lynn, are you infatuated with Ronnie Anne or something?"

The athlete's face turned red as a tomato, and she promptly pushed Lincoln to the ground before bolting straight back inside, all while Lincoln could only muse with worry:

"Oh boy, what the heck is up with Lynn this time?"