The next morning that hits on a Saturday, Lincoln and Lynn are about to prepare for their next jogging session. Lynn keeps her determined motivations at hands. However, Lincoln seems to be easing himself through eating cake for breakfast.

To pretend that he is oblivious from the confrontation last night, Lincoln confidently asks, "So Lynn, how we gonna today?"

"Not 'today', buddy. We're gonna train all day!" Lynn emphasizes, "We gotta do whatever it takes to make you ready for the crucial marathon. It's all we've been waiting for Lincoln. And we have to…"

As she turns to him, Lynn sees her brother eating cake and coaxes at him, "Why are you eating cake?!"

Lincoln gets surprised, causing him to fall. "But it's my comfort food."

"There's no comfort in training, Lincoln!" Lynn explains, "I spent my entire year skipping my favorite sloppy joe, just to prepare myself for wrestling. I expect of you to do the same."

"But Lynn, it's just one marathon," he defenselessly implies.

"I told you it's not just a marathon!" she reiterates with conviction, "I bet Luan brainwashed you to think of that."

"What you talking about?"

"She told me she was your performing buddy."

"What? No! I would never be a buddy to anyone but you Lynn."

"For real Lincoln?"

"Pinky swear Lynn," Lincoln says with a raise of his pinky finger.

Suddenly, Lynn shifts to pleading emotion, not wanting to be hopeless, "Linc, I'm really counting on you to be a part of something bigger than you. I need your help on this. I really want to join this race so badly. I watch my favorite athletes in TV, just racing on this. It's my dream. And I hope you can be a part of it. So, can I count on you? Can you be my buddy?"

"I will Lynn. Just give me one moment in the afternoon to talk to Ronnie Anne."

"Why would I permit you to do that?"

"Just one moment, please! I have to explain to her…why I have to cancel our date previously. I have to. And we can train together. Promise."

"Fine. You can leave for only an hour. Then enough," Lynn permits, "Let's shake on it." With that, the two shake hands and hug as a sign of loyalty. Afterwards, they go off to their morning routine. By 11 AM, Lincoln and Lynn get off from their morning jog and rest by the mailbox.

"See you at 3," Lincoln says as he speeds off, making Lynn wave to him.

"Don't forget Linc!" Lynn says as she leans by the mailbox, "Ahhh…what a great way to start the morning with training." Suddenly, as Lynn's weight leans more, a boxing glove is unleashed from the mailbox, knocking Lynn in the process and having her crash to a puddle of mud. Of course, this prank is initiated by none other than Luan, who pops out to her.

"I never thought that mailboxes would know how to box. Hahaha," she grinningly mocks at Lynn, as the latter tries to get up, "I guess this game just got dirtier. Hehehe." But in eerie manner, Luan starts to act like Lynn.

As expected, Lynn gets enraged at this. But Luan continues to mock her, "What's the matter Lynn? Did I just made you 'mud' or 'muddier'? Hehehe. I guess it's a mud world. Hehehe." Luan then walks off laughing.

Back at Lincoln, he is preparing for this afternoon's gig and his rehearsal with Luan. He then takes the initiative to ask Clyde for help. Lincoln phones him, and his wingman answers him, "Hello?"

"One-Eyed Jack, can you do me a favor?" Lincoln asks.

"Absolutely Ace! What is it?" Clyde loyally responds.

"Can you distract Lynn for me? I need time to assist and practice with Luan."

"Why Lincoln? What's going on?"

"You see, I promised to Lynn that I'll be her jogging buddy for her marathon. But I also promised to Luan that I'll be her assistant in her gigs and her talent show performance. I don't know what to do about them."

"Well, why didn't you pick one?"

"Because I don't want to let them both down."

"Aww buddy, that's a big mistake learned. But don't worry. I'll help you with this. I'll distract Lynn whatever it takes."

"Thanks Clyde! Glad I can count on you."

After their call, Lincoln proceeds to Luan, who is preparing their stuff for their next gig.

"So Luan, what's up for our next gig?" Lincoln asks.

"Well, we'll be going to a grandpa's birthday party. We might want to ease down on the laughs right here. We'll just do our mime acts but different," Luan answers, "You'll do a Charlie Chaplin act."

"Charlie Chaplin?" he verifies.

"Yeah, he just does pratfalls and slapstick stuff but with interpretive meaning," she explains, "I think we can lay a more elaborate Charlie Chaplin stint in our performance."

"That's fine by me!"

However, Luan shadily notices a distinct detail in Lincoln's getup. "Wait, why are you in your jogging outfit?"

With no other loophole to think of, Lincoln answers, "Uhmmm warming up, you know, for our performance."

"Or did Lynn, your buddy, made you dressed up like that?" she angrily confronts him about it.

"What?! No, Lynn's not my buddy," Lincoln hides his hidden intentions.

"Really?"

"Mhmm," Lincoln assures nervously.

"Lincoln, I need you in your assistant's uniform now. You should not waste time with anyone, especially Lynn," she explains, "The Performers' Cup is next week. And I don't want you to stay unfocused. Got it?"

"Got it," he responds with confidence but gulps in fear.

"You better be! I'm watching you," Luan warns him, then shares her thoughts, "Linc, you know how much I want to be a professional comedienne. This could be a great chance to show what Funny Business Inc. is meant for. I hope you can be part of it. So, can I count on you? Can you be my buddy?"

"You can count on me Luan!"

"That's what I am talking about."

Afterwards, they both exchange hands and embrace as a sign of loyalty. Luan then hands Lincoln a box, "Good, now I want you to check if this Chaplin outfit fits you," Luan instructs.

"Well okay," Lincoln responds.

"That's the spirit. Now I need to get something in the garage. I'll be back," Luan says, as she leaves the room and heads to the garage. But as she steps out of the house, a horde of baseballs strike her in machine gun speed. Luan tries to dodge them all, but trips from the balls and ends up by the mailbox. But as she realizes in a later stage, the boxing glove gets unleashed and knocks her towards the puddle where Lynn landed.

And as predictable as it can be, Lynn emerges from the bushes and laughs at Luan. "Hehehe. How was hit, Luan? Hahaha. Get it?" As Luan gets up, Lynn continues to mock her, "What's the matter Luan? Are you okay with your base? Or are you ball field with pain? Hahaha. Get it."

"Geez, your puns are as painful as you hitting me," Luan snaps back at Lynn.

"Well, that means a homerun win for me. Hahaha," the 13-year-old sports nut continues to mock. "That's for stealing my racing buddy."

"No, Lincoln's my buddy!" the 14-year-old comedienne argues.

"No, Lincoln's my buddy. You're just muddy. Hahaha" And with that burning statement that somehow makes Lynn more of Luan, Luan is left petrified. As Lynn continues to laugh mockingly at her joker sister, a voice utters at her, "I truly believe that laughter is the best medicine, but do you know that long durations of hilarity can cause increase of heart beats per second that can cause palpitation of the heart that in turn, can cause heart attack?" Lynn faces the origin of the voice, to learn it comes from Clyde himself.

"What do you want Clydesdale?" Lynn asks.

"Just want to inquire with one of Royal Woods' finest athletes. Can I ask if I can interview you, up, close and personal?" Clyde persuades.

"Why would I want an interview from you?"

"To be published at the Royal Woods' Junior Tribune. No bluffing. I am a seasoned freelance writer for that newsprint," the McBride kid brags but shares to the readers in a whisper, "Actually I have to beg for a position in the last minute."

He then goes back to discussing with Lynn, "So, what you say?"

"I don't know…me and Lincoln have training later," Lynn reasons.

"I'm sure you want to share your secrets on how you can make Lincoln an effective athlete." Lynn does not mind how Clyde knows that. She just gives attention that someone took interest of her attempts to transform to non-sportsman Lincoln Loud to an athlete like her.

"Hmm…interested huh?" Lynn asks, making Clyde nod.

"Let's take it to my office then," Clyde proposes.

"Oh boy, I have a load of stories and fitness secrets to tell," she brags as they both walk off to Clyde's house.

Luan finally gets up and wipes the mud from her body. She witnesses the two of them in incredulity. "What just happened?"