It was a beautiful day in Toon City, Oklahoma. But it was, for the first time ever, boring at the Loud House. Well...at least for Luna anyway. There were no concert events coming up in the weekend due to the holiday.
Luna was just slouching on the couch. Then came a knock on the door. She walked up and answered the door, only to see Chunk.
"Luv, what are you doing?" Chunk asks.
"Waiting for the weekend to end." Luna then said.
"Well, someone is talking to the creator of Mitchell Movie Productions about the animated version of "Bearquarter's Toy Story 2"." Chunk said.
"Well, at least you know what to do." Luna sighs as she goes upstairs. She smells something good in Lisa's room it's a...drink?
"Huh, why would a drink smell good?" Luna asks herself. Upon seeing the glass, she sees a note that says "Plz drink me!". Luna shrugs as she takes a big gulp of the drink in one go.
She shrugs it off as she left the room, but started to have a splitting headache. Her head pounding? What was in that drink?! Luna then groaned in pain as she decided to head into her room, taking a nap.
Later that evening, all of the family got together for dinner, however, one person was missing.
"Huh, where's Luna? It's not like her to miss out on Japanese Food night." Rita asked.
"She said she had a splitting headache. She had to take a nap." Lori then said, concerned.
Luna woke up in her bed, feeling an unusual amount of happiness. She chuckled adorably as she said, "Time for some fun!"
She then walked out of her bed, only to step on something as a familar voice was heard, "Hey! Watch where you're going, jerk!"
Luna looked down to see she was stepping on the foot of...another Luna? The other Luna got up and faced her copy, when they saw another Luna, but she's wearing glasses as she read a science book.
"What's happening?!" Luna asks, confused.
The Luna wearing the glasses said, "Isn't it obvious, you split into different versions of yourself. I counted 20."
The rest of the Lunas looked around and saw different versions of Lunas, 2 fighting over a handheld mirror, 1 chewing on a shoelace, another just lazing around, one tossing a knife to herself while smiling sinisterly, one helping another apply lipstick to her lips, one playing with a teddy bear, one running around the room like it's a party, 2 acting crazily paranoid and distrustful, one secretly crying as another rubs her neck nervously, one looking around with a determined look on her face, one acting cute, and few more that acted differently than Luna would normally behave, as soon as the saw the other Lunas. This could only mean one thing: Luna split herself into different personalities of herself. 20 to be exact.
20 different Lunas? That's too much even for 1 Lori to handle.
"Perhaps we shouldn't have fiddled with Lisa's expiriment?" Smart Luna said, annoyed.
"Now PopStar's gonna kill us for sure!" Timid Luna said, panicking.
"Would you just shut up for a moment?!" Mad Luna said, angrily as she slapped Timid Luna.
"That's just not neccesary!" Smart Luna said as she pulled the Angered clone off of the nervous clone. "There's no need for violence unless someone makes fun of Mick Swagger."
"What about slapstick?" Happy Luna joked as she laughed.
"Who brought the tartar sauce?" Dumb Luna said, innocently.
They all glared at the Dumb one, who shrugged innocently.
"Why don't you make yourself useful and zip your lip?" Cynical Luna said, insultingly.
"Stop being a meanie!" Childish Luna said, angrily.
"I don't Like where this is going." Nervous Luna and Sad Luna said, not liking where this argument would end up.
"Why don't you mind your own buisiness, then?" Mad Luna said, impatiently to the 2 clones.
The 2 were about to get into a huge fight, that is until Smart Luna shouted, "Enough! None of this will be accomplished by fighting each other. We'll just have to cope with being more than one being."
"Easy for you to say, if you wanted to be cloned and not get in trouble, you could've donated your blood to the science research center and when the end of the world comes, it can be Planet of the Lunas so someone can say "Damn you all to..."" Cynical Luna said,
angrily.
"Okay, what she's trying to say, is that there's no way we can get this past mommy and daddy without Lola finding out." Childish Luna interrupted.
"I'm willing to take that chance!" Brave Luna then said.
"So are we!" Narcisist Luna and Self Absorbed Luna and Vanity Luna said, happily.
"Are you sure?" Timid Luna and Nervous Luna said, worried.
"That's not the best idea, guys." Smart Luna said, adjusting her glasses.
"On top of that, Lola can't keep her mouth shut!" Mad Luna shouted, grabbing Smart Luna by the throat.
"I could take care of that." Evil Luna grinned.
"Alright, Alright, ALRIGHT! Save your oxygen!" Cynical Luna shouted. "Jeez, I've heard that there's strength in numbers but this is rediculous. Next thing you know, Luan will be telling jokes about this."
"I'm good with whatever." Lazy Luna said, stretching out on the bed.
"Jokes?!" Happy Luna excitedly said. "I love jokes!"
"Luna!" Lori was heard, shouting, "Stop talking to yourself! It's crazy and creepy!"
"Sorry!" Nervous Luna spoke, nervously.
"On the other hand, each Luna has a activity to go to." Smart Luna said.
"That's nice!" Happy, Brave, Narcisistic and Childish Luna said.
"Only if we have multiple activities." Smart Luna then said.
"Aw." All the Lunas said, angrily.
"Luna!" Lori angrily said. "Stop talking to yourself, right now!"
Then she bursted into Luna and Luan's room and was furious, that is until she looks surprised at the 20 Lunas.
"What happened to you?!" Lori asks, confused.
"Split into different versions of ourselves." Smart Luna said. "Evil, Brave, Angry, Sad, Happy, Dumb, Lazy, Romantic, Smart, Timid, Narcissistic, Cynical, Party Animal, Cute, Insane, Selfish, Nervous, Self Absorbed, Vanity and Childish."
"I won't tell anyone if you won't. I can't imagine what Dad will have to do with 20 more kids." Lori sighs.
"It would take 3 trips for us all to get to a concert." Lazy Luna groaned.
"Especially with these good lookin' friends." Self Absorbed and Narcissistic Luna said, simultaneously.
"Luna? Sweetie!" Lynn Sr. said. "Dinner's ready."
All the Lunas yelped. How are they gonna go down there without anyone else freaking out?
"Don't worry!" Another Luna voice was heard, they went over to Lola and Lana's room to see...more Lunas! This time, one's wearing a dining bib, one's cleaning the room, one is trying Lori's dresses, one is playing a guitar, another is messing around with sports related objects, another is reading a script, one is dressed in a 50's female greaser style, and the last one was dressed as a flapper girl from the 20s.
"I can take care of that!" Hungry Luna said, happily running downstairs.
"Huh, guess I miscounted. There's more than 20." Smart Luna said, surprised.
"Yeah, what was your first clue, genius?" Cynical Luna said.
"Ha!" Greaser Luna said, laughing.
"Lana sure does have a lot of dust in her room." Cleaning Luna said.
Later that night, All the Lunas were gathered in the basement.
"Well, we're split into multiple personalities. 28 Lunas." Lazy Luna said.
"And there's no way that the family's going to take this well." Nervous Luna said.
"And we'll be kicked to the curb!" Sad Luna gasped in shock. Nervous Luna comforted the sad emotionclone as she sobbed.
"No one will care, especially Lincoln!" Cynical Luna said, angrily.
"He's after us...I'm sure he's the one up to something after we ruined the road trip!" Insane Luna said, scared.
"Get a hold of yourself, idiot!" Mad Luna said, slapping the crazy one senseless.
"What if Lincoln is after us?" Dumb Luna said.
"No one's getting kicked out, okay? We'll just have to lay low for a little while." Smart Luna said, trying to calm everyone down.
The smart one's got a point. Until they find a way to be 1 Luna, all 20 will have to lay low for a while.