Hey folks, guess who's back, back again? (I had to do it.) Long time no see. How are the kids? :)

It has been way too long since I last posted an entry for this story. I've been working on another Loud House story (insert shameless plug for Maggie and the Not-So-Ferocious Luna here), among other things.

I watched the episode "Overnight Success" recently, and when I saw the spotlights in Luna and Luan's room, I wondered how they were installed. Then I remembered that they have a genius sister who probably knows basic electrical engineering...

I have plans to write two more requested chapters and a chapter of my own invention, but I don't have any other ideas besides those. Keep the requests coming, people!

Enjoy!


Tuesday, July 25, 2017

As I mentioned in my previous notebook entry, my name is Lisa Marie Loud, the owner of and sole contributor to this document. In the below entry, I shall provide an account of my endeavours to install electrical circuitry in the room of two of my elder siblings, Luna and Luan, in order to provide them with multicoloured, beam-focused illumination sources (street name: spotlights).

Eight days ago, at approximately 6:12 p.m. GMT, Luna barged into my sleeping accommodations, rousing me from my daily siesta. She loudly requested that I install illumination sources in her sleeping quarters such as to bolster the illusion of her and her sister performing in an authentic concert venue. While the endeavour would not be too much trouble for me to execute (just the month heretofore, I had installed a keypad-controlled electronic security system in Lori and Leni's abode), I was highly exasperated at being awoken in such an untimely and obnoxious fashion, so I responded unfavourably. I approximate Luna's response to my adamant demands that she vacate the premises as follows: "Sheesh, little dude! Take a chill pill! When you've gotten up on the right side of the bed, lemme know if you're gonna help!" She met my remarks that there is no true correct side of the bed on which to get up since my bed is located against the wall of my room unfavourably.

After completing my siesta, I approached Luna and Luan, apologised for my antisocial behaviour, and expressed my willingness to assist them in their DIY (an acronym meaning do-it-yourself) project. They informed me that they had already purchased spotlights via an online retailer, which would arrive in approximately two to three days. I ran to my own lodging to retrieve my electrical tool kit, a ball-peen hammer, and a chisel.

In the middle of my attempts to chisel out a portion of the ceiling in order to run electrical wires in a location where they could not be visually registered, my maternal unit entered the premises to inquire as to my actions. I responded that I was merely jerry-rigging electrical circuitry in order to provide two of my elder siblings with multicoloured, beam-focused illumination sources (I have already defined the scientific terminology for your reading purposes, Lola!), and my maternal unit, who happens to be surprisingly understanding in mildly dangerous scenarios such as that one, replied positively, encouraging me to "Take care, honey!"

Luna wandered into her portion of our dwelling approximately 17 minutes and 25 seconds later, wielding her electronically amplified musical string instrument (street name: electric guitar). She requested to connect it to her electronic amplifier and play instrumental music for my auditory pleasure. I disagreed with her request on two accounts: firstly, I much prefer west coast rap to classic rock; and secondly, I was fearful that inserting a device which drew a high level of voltage into an alternating current circuit which was (if you would kindly excuse the unintentional pun) currently being modified to generate enough current to support the high wattage of the illumination sources may have a negative impact on the high-resistance wire used by the so-called "electric guitar". Unfortunately, Luna ignored my pleas to perform elsewhere, plugged in her instrument, and initiated an electrical fire. Lana was serendipitously attempting to utilise the garden hose to create a brobidingnagian patch of soil suspended in water (street name: a giant mud puddle). I called to her to redirect her dihydrogen monoxide stream inside our dwelling at the inferno, and she did so, containing the fire for the time being. I immediately sprinted to the location in which we keep our fire extinguisher, retrieved it, and used it to extinguish the electrical fire.

Neither of my parental units were ever informed of the scenario, since I had disabled the smoke alarms in the abode such that my chronic experimentation would never mistakenly trigger them. Additionally, due to the principle of status quo, I understand that no matter the extent of the catastrophe which may befall our residence, it will be in some peculiar manner restored by the event of the following episode.

I completed the installation of circuitry within the hour after exiling Luna from the quarters and disposing of the now annihilated electrical amplifier. Luan performed tests on the equipment, which would now, upon activation of a handheld remote control, alter its position and illuminate in a variety of colours, and found it satisfactory. While she approved of the equipment, Luna continually and outspokenly demanded entry. I refused to grant her any. She failed to demand any further entry, but within a handful of minutes, she returned with both of our parental units. I chose to grant her access.

The below signature attests to the accuracy of the information included herein:

Lisa Marie Loud


SO... MUCH... TECHNOBABBLE... I... CAN'T... EVEN...

A word of warning: DO NOT EXTINGUISH ELECTRICAL FIRES WITH WATER! Use the recommended chemicals!

See you soon!