Disclaimer/Legal BS: Once more, I do not own the Loud House. Nickelodeon and Chris Savino does. So, please don't take this fic down. That said, please read, review, and enjoy!

A/N: Also, during this chapter, I'm starting a little debate. Through your reviews, tell me: Through Lincoln's fourth wall breaking, should I allow the narrator to be an independent acting entity? Should I continue using him as such in some of my stories? You decide and tell me.

Lincoln had been stewing in his own self-loathing for the past couple of days. Even right now, as he is bearing as an audience member to one of Luan's comedy shows. While Luan would be performing juggling, ventriloquism and such, he was sitting amongst the crowd pouting. And all while Leni was behind him, still trying to shampoo the soot out of his hair for the third day in a row. Still hasn't come out, leaving the once albino white hair as a shade of pitch black. This truly hasn't been his week.

The crowd kept laughing, eating up the humor of the clown-garbed teen. She had just momentarily stopped juggling, acting as she was tired. As if it were in order to recharge her batteries, she places in her mouth a large, novelty cigar. She takes out a lighter, lightly sparking it lit. She looked as if she were ready to wrap the show up for the day.

"Alright folks, now my next trick is going to be a LOUD one!" she quipped. Lincoln figured it was a miracle that the crowd didn't groan in response. She carried on anyway.

"Bring out the cannon!" She exclaimed with hand gestures. The crowd turned to the left in awe of the grand old cannon being brought out for their entertainment. Lynn and their father were the ones pushing the hunk of an instrument outward. Lynn seemed ecstatic while their father seemed exhausted by pushing it out.

"Ugh, this thing weighs a ton!" complained Lynn Sr.

"Come on, Dad!", taunts the namesake daughter, "You got to work those biceps!"

The two Louds finally managed to stroll the cannon to the center of the yard, right next to Luan. Luan seemed to lightly resume with excitement as she begins to gesture dramatically before the crowd once more. "Ladies and Gentlemen! Prepare to be amazed, as we perform...'The Launch of a Loud!'"

"My time to fly..." Lynn begin to say as she whips out her helmet, begin to walk towards the barrel of the cannon, before she was suddenly interrupted by a noise arising from the crowd.

"I volunteer! I volunteer to be launched!"

Many gasps were summoned from the crowd, and everyone, including the three Louds, turned their heads to the source of the announced tribute. Lincoln rushing forward, quickly ruffling the suds out of his remaining black hair. He quickly approached the others and the cannon before they could even completely register what's going on.

"Lincoln, what are you doing?!" Lynn questioned with shock.

"I want to be launched from the cannon! Lynn ain't the only one tough enough to do so!" Lincoln said spiteful. Lynn couldn't help but be taken back a bit from her brother's venomous words.

Luan, not knowing what to do in this situation, turns towards her father for answers. He only responded with a absent minded shrug of confusion. Oddly enough, Luan figured that was good enough for her.

"Alright Linc, grab a helmet, and get inside the cannon!" Luan instructed, wanting to finish the show. In response, Lincoln simply snatched the helmet out of Lynn's hands, and ran to the cannon.

"Hey!" Lynn whines, but on deaf ears from Lincoln as he hops inside the cannon.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Luan announces, "We're lighting it up!"

And on that mark, the crowd went quiet. Luan immediately ran around the cannon, using her lit, novelty cigar as a match to light the fuse. While the two Lynns would silently fret over the sole boy's safety, Lincoln merely attempted to prepare himself for the astounding event about to happen. Happening in three...two...one. Blast off.

Like a rocket, he went off into the air. Blasted off with a gush of smoke and soot tailing him. As he flew, he began to pick up speed and accelerate almost out of sight. Gone with a twinkle in the sky. None of those down below could truly behold the sight before them.

Not even the narrator.

(Oh, wow. Ummm...hey Luna! Hey, the narrator here. Usually, I speak to Lincoln, but he's a little preoccupied. You think you can perform the fourth wall break for me?)

"You got it, dude!" Luna appeared, with a boom-box in her arms. Pressing the play button, began playing Van Halen's "Dreams". Thus, referencing the event through musical lyrics. Quite the fun for Luna. Although not satisfaction for the narrator.

(Ugh, I am so not getting paid for this. Anyway, back to Lincoln...)

Lincoln could've really enjoyed the grace of this flight if the smoke and soot weren't in way of his vision. As a result of literally flying blind, all he could feel was fear. Fear that magnified in feeling as soon as his vision was cleared, and catching sight of the ground, rushing in to give him a big kiss of grass and dirt.

"OW!" He exclaimed as he made contact with the ground. Propping himself up, brushing the dirt off, Lincoln took a moment to register his surroundings. And he was shocked by what he recognized, registering fields and bamboo fields.

(China!)

"Ok, I don't even want to figure out what cartoonish physics it took for this to happen. I'll leave that on Lisa's plate back home." Lincoln monologues.

(Hey, you're for exposition! About time.)

Approaching Lincoln was a small, Chinese girl, dressed in stereotypical peasant garb. She looked at him all bewildered, as if he were a strange being that came down from the heavens. Lincoln had a small hope that she would speak English, for she would be his one hope out of here.

"'Sup." she greeted.

This surprised Lincoln, "You speak English!"

"Buddy, I'm from New York. I'm just on vacation with the family, and came down here from a costume shop." She explains with a frown, making Lincoln feel as if he were offensive.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend!" He frantically tries to explain himself. But she gestures for him to relax.

"Chill, it's cool. I understand. I'm Daiyu." She said.

"I'm Lincoln." He returns her introduction.

"So, what was with you falling from the sky?"

"Launched from a cannon. I'm actually from Rhode Island." Lincoln explains.

"And you wounded up in China? How does that work?" She queries.

"I don't know. I'd say Excuse Plot." Lincoln passes off an answer, fourth wall breaking tending to work half the time.

"Eh?" Daiyu raises an eyebrow in response.

"Never mind. Any idea how I can get back?" Lincoln queries with a trace of desperation.

In return, Daiyu gives a grin, which had gotten a bit of a fright of Lincoln. But he kind of knew that she was kind of his one hope to get back. Backing out would rather hurt his chances than fix them.

"Follow me. I got something back at my place that should help you." She said, turning to lead him down the hill and to a hotel room.

Although feeling a bit uneasy, Lincoln decided to place some trust in her, following her lead. Hopefully, she is his key back home...

(Meanwhile, back at Luan's show.)

"WAS IT SUPPOSE TO GO THAT HIGH AND FAR?" Lynn Sr. questioned frantically, worried that his only son was gone. His fears weren't falling on deaf ears, but weren't being returned with the same kind of response. Next to him, was the huddle of his three daughters; Lynn, Luan, and Lisa.

Definitely grateful for Lisa's presence in the matter. Hopefully the Einstein of the family could figure something out. He just wished she would take a break from her calculations, and clue him in on what's to be done. Which she does.

"Believe it or not, Lynn provided the cannon with too much sulfur. Therefore, giving it too powerful of a blast." Lisa stated in a matter of a fact tone. Which with such information, had done nothing but set the elder Loud off.

"LYNN! Why?!" Shrieked the father at his athlete of a daughter.

"Now, hey! I wasn't the one that volunteered to fire Lincoln off!" She attempted to defend her case here.

"He wouldn't have pulled this stunt if you hadn't taunted him so much!" Argued the Loud patriarch.

At that remark, the bunch went silent. Lynn couldn't help but be silent with the rush of guilt summoned by it. Luan and Lisa had been silent trying to stay out of the argument. And they became so silent, they just now realized that the crowd had been gazing at them awkwardly.

The silence had suddenly been interrupted by the sounds of music and roaring noises. Noise so loud that they were capable of tracing which direction that it was coming from. Up in the sky, about towards their left, they could see the red light of flares piercing the clouds. The silence being invaded by the roars of a rocket, even accompanied by the solemn notes of..."Rocket Man"?

This was enough of an anomaly that Luna suddenly appeared amongst the crowd, and acknowledged the musical interruption. "Rockin' sound, Dude!"

It wasn't until the musical and blaring source made it's way past the clouds, that it made it's way into sight. And it was an astounding sight to behold: Lincoln, partially tied and riding his way back, on a Chinese firework. A feat that shouldn't realistically make sense. But even the likes of Lisa couldn't deny that it's happening. She'll have to work the facts of that out later.

"Yahooooo!" Exclaimed an understandably excited Lincoln, pumping his fist in the air with a flare of triumph.

It was all an exciting sight...until it quickly became a frightening one, as they all realized the firework and Lincoln were headed straight for them. Even the narrator couldn't resist the moment to panic.

(Oh crud! Wet yourselves, scatter, and run like children!)

As the children and their caretakers began to run in a frantic frenzy, in many directions, they graciously became further away from the impending crash of the firework...everyone but the Louds, who were worried for their attached sibling. It was as if they were glued to the spot as the firework (and Lincoln) finally made their crash landing. Oddly enough, rather than an exploding crash with fire, it was just a simple burst of glitter and, you guessed it, soot.

"Are the laws of physics on vacation today?!" Exclaimed Lisa as she, and her family, became covered in glitter and soot. Nothing was making any sense today!

"Oh my!" Interjected Leni as she approached the scene, "You all must have messy hair by this point! Good thing I brought my shampoo-on-the-go!"

Stepping from the smoky crater was Lincoln. Who, rather than just his hair, was now covered from head to toe in soot. His orange polo and his blue jeans were now pitch black. Not to mention, a tad tattered. But despite such, he strolled from the sight with confidence. Strolling away as such while his family simply stood still in shock.

"Beat that, Lynn." boasted Lincoln as he waltz from the sight behind him.

And all they could do, especially Lynn, was have their jaws drop. And after recollecting themselves and resuming their way back home, Lisa resumed her frantic attempt to apply logic to her notes for the day...

Luan, on the way, acted as if she was still inhaling from her novelty cigar. May not be real, but idea of smoking may help her nerves. As well as provide enough energy for one last joke.

"I'll say, that final act was smokin'!" Luan jested with an atrocious pun.

Before any of her siblings could turn to respond to her, the novelty cigar popped in her mouth. Leaving her face covered in more soot, sketched in the shape of a star. This conveniently timed incident, on the other hand, actually got a laugh out of her family.

And for that, Luan joined in on the laughter as she and her family returned to the car...

END.