He decides to discuss this with his secret date, Ronnie Anne Santiago, as they eat lunch below the bleachers.
"…And he says he wishes to be friends with Luan. Doesn't that mean something else?" Lincoln argues.
"Linc, I think he just wants to be friends with Luan. Simple as that," Ronnie Anne picks up her observation from what Lincoln explains to her.
"Yeah, but I sense something from him. Yesterday, he is working at the bookstore, and they both share laughs," Lincoln adds to his case, "They seem to have something in common. I see something from him that he wants to…wants to…"
However, Ronnie Anne calms him down, "Linc, you're overthinking this. It's just like a guy asking a girl out for coffee. It's just coffee. Don't need to insert feelings there. Same thing here. Okay, maybe he got a little bit excited. But that's no problem."
"I don't know Ronnie Anne. I just don't want her to end up being heartbroken," Lincoln emphasizes, "Lori faced a heartbreak once when Bobby failed to reply to her many times. And I have to drag my but Bobby's house and confront him about this. Being the only brother in a family full of girls, I just hate seeing my sisters upset." Upon saying this, Lincoln declares it with conviction, down to empathy, making Ronnie Anne pat his shoulder.
But abruptly, Clyde enters the scene and calls out the two. "Sorry to interrupt lovebirds, but you better get outta here. The maintenance guys are gonna clean the bleachers."
With that signal, the two pick up their lunches and head off. "I'll tell you what. Give some time to think about it," Ronnie Anne advises Lincoln, "And if you think Luan needs a little love here, it's up to you." After that, they walk off from the bleachers, with Lincoln pondering on Ronnie Anne's advice.
After school, Lincoln returns home normally, with no 'loudness' to take care of. With that, he visits Luna and Luan's room. "Luan, you there?" Lincoln calls out his sister. Thankfully, he spots her in her own bed, reading the Marx brothers book she bought but is sulking through it.
"Luan, what's wrong?" Lincoln asks.
"You know, the Marx brothers are true geniuses in comedy," Luan says, making Lincoln agree, "Oh, I definitely agree."
However, Luan sticks to brooding over that fact. "That's the point. They are true geniuses that the best thing I can do is just be inspired and mimic their antics. I need fresh and original material for our acts, and I don't know where to start." The comedic sister gets more upset on this fact that she removes her yellow scrunchie, letting down her hair messily in despair.
Over a distance, Luna, who hides her head from reading a rock magazine, instantly notices this and races to her sister's aid to fix her hair. "Luan!" she exclaims.
Meanwhile, Lincoln tries his best attempts to cheer his sister up. "Well, you can lend more jokes.""Oh really. How about this joke?" Luan asks for Lincoln's guidance, "Why can't the pirate watch a movie?"
"Uhmm why?" Lincoln goes along.
"Because it was rated arrrgghh. Hahaha. Get it?" Luan answers in a monotonically sad modulation.
"Uhmmm…not bad," Lincoln gives his comment, making Luan groan.
"See what I mean," she testifies, "I don't have any fresh jokes on my sleeves because I don't wear sleeves."
"Don't worry, let me cheer you up," Lincoln lends his assistance, "And maybe you can think of fresh material.
"Lincoln then starts off with sucking a balloon's helium. In a squeaky pitch, like a chipmunk, he says, "Here, hope this routine would heal-ium. Hahaha. Get it?" But Luan is still depressed.
Lincoln moves to the next routine, which is attempting to stand on top of a watermelon. "Come on Luan! Let's roll and drive that melon-choly away. Hahaha." And predictably, Lincoln trips and lands on the watermelon, squashing it. But Luan is still depressed.
Finally, Lincoln goes along with another routine: riding her unicycle while juggling oranges. "Let's see your smile Luan. We don't want to see your face o-range from sad to lonely. Hahaha." However, Lincoln drops from the unicycle as he cycles on one of Luan's whoopee cushions and collapses towards Luna. The two heed from their fall.
"You done amusing bro?" Luna asks bluntly.
But Lincoln turns to his comedienne sister. "So what you think?" Still, Luan is depressed.
With no other choice, Lincoln resorts to another help he can surely count on, "Well there's only one more thing to do." He then speeds to his room and phones Waldo from his bookstore. Waldo picks up the phone and answers, "Lee Bookstore. This is Waldo speaking…"
"Waldo, it's me, Lincoln," Lincoln replies."Oh Lincoln, never thought you would call."
"Listen Waldo. I've processed what you said earlier. And yeah…I think I may use your help. You can be friends with Luan.
At that good news, Waldo responds, "Really?"
"Just come with me after school. I'll bring you to one of our gigs. Hope you can help her?"
"Uhmmm uhmmm…yeah…yeah I can do. Help here…in what?"
"She's kinda in a comedic crisis. Might need help for her material."
"Luan needs help in her comedic crisis? Sure, will do. And you'll never have to utter 'Don't cry, sis'. Hehehe. Get it?"
"Uhmmm great. Hope I can count on you."
"Don't worry Lincoln. I won't let you down." Then their phone conversation ends.
After that, Waldo Lee rests on such a good news that it brings to his utmost fantasy. "I won't let you down, Luan Loud." And at that fantasy, Waldo dances with Luan in a yellow gown, just like Belle in Beauty and the Beast, in the tune of this song:
So, honey, now take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
That maybe found love right where we are
But he quickly snaps to reality when a male customer with a trucker's hat calls out to him. "Uhmm where can I find the cooking book section?" the customer asks as he nonchalantly looks at Waldo kissing a Harley Quinn cutout.
Awkwardly, Waldo points to the direction, "It's right there." As the customer walks away, he resumes to his fantasy, thinking of the romantic things that could be fulfilled, "Thinking about Luan Loud that we may find love right where we are…"