For every tourist in New York, their pizza is a must-have to eat. So, after their glorifying tour around the Lower Manhattan area, the Loud children order four boxes of pizza to the hotel room; two of which are on regular dough while the rest are deep dish varieties. Smelling the aroma in the elevator, the group cannot help but run back to their room, with Lincoln phasing behind.
"Give me! Give me! Give me!" each of the sisters demand to Luna, who is holding the pizzas.
"Hold on dudes! You're going to make trip over the pizzas," Luna pleads them as she taps the door to their room.
There, they see their older sister Lori lying asleep on the first bed.
"Lori sure got back on time," Lana remarks.
"Well, at least we get to have two more slices for us," Lola jokes.
"Hey, save for Lori, dudes," Luna tells them.
"What? I was just kidding," Lola replies.
Luna then places the pizzas to the table in front of the couch. It seems appropriate that the boxes of pizza will be placed there for a moment of TV dinner for the Louds.
Back to Lincoln, after learning his sister arriving earlier than they, he goes back to his suspicions about the activities she is hiding from her siblings' back. He heads to the bathroom and locks the door. He clears the items above the toilet lid and opens the heavy ivory-made lid to seek the package. To his surprise, IT IS GONE.
"The package, where is it?" Lincoln gasps in this tremendous horror.
Untimely, Leni knocks on the door. "Lincoln, will you be done there?"
"Just a minute. Squeezing the lemon," Lincoln frantically tells her.
"Oh okay. Just hurry up. You'll miss the pizza," she reminds him.
He then hears Lola berating. "Hey! The deep dish's mine!"
"No mine!" Lana rebukes.
"Don't miss it for me!" Lincoln tells her. He slowly but surely places back the lid, so does the bathroom items that are above it. With that alarming discovery, he reserves his suspicions that his sister Lori might have stolen or obtained the package for something shady.
Just as he savors his pizza and joins his other sisters watching Enchanted, Lincoln tries to pick up the pieces that are clear signs of suspicious activity from Lori. He goes back to the buzzwords from her phone conversation with someone important and theorizes what she could have been doing in New York City.
"Feeling uneasy, that is for sure," Lucy randomly implies to him.
"You know Lucy, you are quick on jumping to conclusions," Lincoln replies.
"But I am right, aren't I?" she answers back to him, to which Lincoln gulps to his throat. "Lincoln, I can sense the aura of each of our siblings. I can see that you have been troubled on your trust on Lori that there might be something shady about her…"
Before she could finish, Luan and Lynn overhear her. But Lincoln conceals the revelation by placing a piece of deep dish pizza to Lucy's mouth.
"Something shady? What are you guys talking about?" Lynn asks them.
"Uhmmm you know, something shady," Lincoln gives their alibi. "You know, tomorrow, we learned that it will be a sunny day. So you know, we try to think of some place here in New York where there's something shady. Like the Central Park, or Coney Island. Something where there's shade?" He then gives out a nervous smile to them.
"Well, you should have summer-ized your words before using them. Hahaha! Get it?" Luan quips, much to their chagrin.
Lincoln then wipes off his sweat from concealing his conspiracy theory about Lori. He then whispers to Lucy, "Okay Lucy, look, I don't know if anything with Lori is good or bad. What I know is she might be hiding from us. And we might all be in danger. Do you get me?"
After Lucy chews the pizza from her mouth, she says, "We better be careful about accusing Lori of 'shady activity'. But when it comes to uncovering the truth from dark places, you know that is my point of interest." She officially goes along with Lincoln's plan.
"Alright, now we're talking. Now we just need to follow her wherever she might go this time."
"Uhmmm she's coming with us tomorrow for Broadway."
"Oh, never considered that. Well, we just need to take note of the calls she might have. And there's another thing that can prove she is into something."
"What is it?"
"A package, wrapped in manila paper. It was dropped here the previous night. But I hid it away. But a while ago, it disappeared without a trace. I suspect Lori might have found out and stole it for herself. There's really something I don't like."
"Other than being the biggest sister?"
"Other than being the biggest sister."
"Well, if that's the case, what is your plan?"
With that, Lincoln tries to formulate a plan for tomorrow.
Flash forward to the next day, the Louds prepare their formal outfits for the first show they will see on Broadway.
"Tell me why do we need to wear this snazzy suits?" Lana asks about her tight black dress. "It's not like we're going to a ball or something."
"We're going to watch a Broadway show, Lana," Lori says to her. "Formal outfit is literally part of the protocol."
Lana then frowns about it.
The rest of the sisters prepare their formal dresses as well. On the other hand, Lincoln is fixing up his formal suit and tie for the occasion. He finishes his look by wearing shades. "Hmmmm I make this look good." As if that is not enough Men in Black referencing, Lincoln packs his notepad and pencil to his pocket like a secret agent to the MIB. "Agent Lincoln, here to stop trouble."
Lola overhears him from the bathroom and mocks, "Pfft. Cheesy."
After styling up for the occasion, the Louds head for the sidewalks, hoping that Lori might get them an exclusive ride to Minskoff Theater. But she gives them this news. "Guys, literally change of plans, our escort won't be here for an hour. And we might miss the show when we wait for that long."
The sisters groan about that news.
"But don't worry, in New York, there's always a plan B."
Lola then expresses her dismay. "Oh great. If we have to ride one of those rusty and smelly yellow cabs around the Big Apple, I would rather make a paper boat and ride in the sewers instead!" Ironically, the Louds' next option is through subway, which completely disorients everyone, including Lola. "I take it back. I love those rusty and smelly yellow cabs. At least they have a things to see."
En route to Broadway, the older siblings (from Lincoln to Lori) stand and hold on to the bars, while the younger ones take a seat. Whenever the train speeds up or gets filled with more passengers, the older ones get more disoriented but fulfilled having to experience the New York subway for the first time.
It only seems that Lana is fascinated with seeing the New York Subway system. "I wonder how many sewer rats are in this tunnel." She goes to pull out a pizza from her pocket and ready to throw it.
But Lori stops her. "Not one bit, Lana." The latter responds by stooping back at her seat.
Sooner, they make it to the Times Square-42nd Street Station, where they regroup and stroll to the Minskoff Theater in the same way yesterday.
But unlike yesterday, where it was almost safe, as they walk along a pedestrian lane along 43rd Street, a taxi nearly bumps them. In response, Lori vehemently berates the driver, "Hey! We're walking here buddy! We're walking here!"
"Lori, you don't have to be mean to the poor driver," Leni tells her. "He was just making a living."
"By turning us the opposite of living?" Luan quips. "Hahaha. Well…that was dark."
"Clearly, you are not familiar with the customs of typical New Yorker transportation," Lisa remarks. "That taxi driver is just the tip of the iceberg."
"Save it later, Lisa," Lori tells her. "At least things will not get any worse from this." If that was not ironic enough, as they wait to cross the street, the Louds are inadvertently puffed with cold pothole smoke that nearly soaks them and frizzled up their hair. "I literally take it back."
After that disastrous stroll, the Louds make it to the theater and occupy their seat reservations. They take the cheaper, upper seats. But in hindsight, it still has a good view to the stage below. But it is much to the behest to all of them. Yet, Lori reprimands them, "Guys, it's the best option I can literally give. Either this or you all get to sleep in a low-budget hotel where you also serve in the kitchen."
"Those things exist in New York?" Lincoln wonders.
"They are called hostels," Lynn answers. "They house some tourists and have them do odd jobs, so they could stay in make a buck."
"That's neat."
But Lola changes the topic. "Nah, my only complaint is that we chose this instead of Frozen."
Leni interrupts, "I think Mean Girls is better. We should have chosen that."
Then, Lynn lands an obvious joke about it, "Well, shouldn't you be in Mean Girls, since you're one of the blonde characters?"
"I'm not a mean girl," Leni answers back. "I'm a good girl."
"That's not what I'm talking about."
"We should have chosen Rock of Ages instead dudes," Luna argues.
"Luna, I don't think that is showing right now," Lori says.
"If I were you politically unconscious twits, I would attend to the more sophisticated presentations in the Metropolitan Opera House," Lisa brings up randomly.
Then, it goes arguing from there between the sisters, much to Lincoln's upset. "Well, there goes our pricey seats in The Lion King," he says to the readers of this fic.
Lily seems to be having fun as she cheers on for them arguing.
Lori suddenly senses her phone vibrating, and she answers a call. "Hello?" Knowing it to be vital, she excuses herself from her rather busy sisters. "Just literally a minute guys. I'll be back." She then heads outside.
Lincoln thinks this is a right time to sneak out and spy on Lori. So, he pretends to go for the men's room and immediately hides behind a potted plant to see Lori walking down the hall. The 11-year-old stealthily sneaks up on her.
After a while, the little boy sees her approach an orderly gentleman with a black suit and tie. But the man is pretty familiar; it was the same guy with bushy hair and beard that Lincoln saw walking to the Beaver Building from yesterday.
Lincoln sees this as a red flag, especially as he overhears her say: "That's good. We can have them enter the city by this week. I think they'll be blown away when they arrive."
Poop just hit the fan.