Lincoln can savor the moment that he had finally proven himself trustworthy to Loki. But he will still see where their relationship goes, as well as with his other brothers.

Once they get home, the boys, except for Lincoln, get down from the van, dress in military gear and prepare their paintball guns before they enter the house.

"Uhmm guys, why are you dressed like that?" Lincoln raises his curiosity.

"Don't you know bro?" Lexx replies.

"It's war night!" Leni affirms, "And we're dressed like shoulders!"

"Loni, we're not shoulders," Loki clarifies, "We are ninjas."

"In soldier uniform?" Lincoln wonders. "I don't know about you." As Lincoln enters the house, Lane slingshots a bag of flour to his face, blinding him.

"Hahaha. Time to unleash the Axis powder. Hahaha. Get it?" Lane jokes, as the boys charge to the house and the battle begins.

Lincoln gets up, kind of deafened (in the same way that Tom Hanks was in Saving Private Ryan). He gets a glance of how the Loud boys spend their nights: in a literal battlefield where they all horse around and acting like they are in real war territory. It's Loki, Loni, Leif and Lexx in one side against Luke, Lane, Lynn and Lars in the other (the Axis forces). Leif is wrestling Luke. Loni and Lane end up in a shooting spree. Loki and Lars are sparring with their guns. And Lexx is pinching Lynn's face.

As Lincoln crawls away from them, someone is calling him by name, "Lincoln…Lincoln…Lincoln." The 11-year-old gains full consciousness and learns that Levi, also in full military uniform, is calling him, "Need a hand?" Lincoln then grabs Levi's hand, as he drags him away to his room.

"You going down Nut-sies!" Loki bellows.

"Pail hit him!" Lynn shouts, beating his brother with a toy pail.

"Is this how our brothers have fun?" Lincoln asks.

"Literal battlefield, my dear Lincoln," Levi answers. "I never immerse myself in the intrusion since they had been always vandalizing my bunker whenever I join in their group."

"Right…why are you calling me anyway?" he inquires more, "Oh, and how's the research?"

"That's the concern I want to share to you," the 4-year-old genius says, "I tried to trace your dimension of origin through interstellar findings and multiverse studies, to absolutely no avail. I tried using Einstein's theory of relativity to map out such a dimension or creating a portal. But since the technology is too unprecedented for my brain capacity and limited technology in this household, I cannot redo the portal that sent you here."

"What?! I thought you are the Nobel Peace Prize-winning whiz in this family?"

"Nobel Peace Prize? You wish. Those hermits decided to recognize a 'theoretical' stand on zero-temperature phase of matter, instead of my laser glove technology. I even tried all Ivy League universities. But they all shun me because they think I am a 'mad genius'. Yeah right, like Edwin Hubble used binoculars to spot the Milky Way."

"Ugh…is there something else you can do? You're my only hope!"

"Well, there is one method I can use. I need to extract data from you."

"What do you mean? You're gonna suck my brain, or steal my memories?"

"Don't be ridiculous, brethren. This is not some Hollywood make-believe science fiction thingamajig. I need to do a Freudian psychoanalysis of you. I need to map your mind, in order to map your dimension."

"Well, what we're waiting for?"

"Let's proceed to the room."

Levi leads Lincoln to a lift to the attic, where Levi has his psychoanalysis room, complete with a Freudian chair. The room is a typical setup for a psychologist's room.

"How'd you set up a room like this?" Lincoln asks.

"I hired a third-party service contractor to execute the interior design," Levi explains, making Lincoln raise his eyebrow. "What? I still have not developed the muscular capacity to haul the equipment in place. Now take a seat."

As Lincoln takes a seat on the Freudian chair, Levi thoroughly explains the procedure, "Okay dear brethren, here's how it goes. I already mapped your mental patterns and scanned your I.Q. based on sanctioned observations and research. The irrecoverable data required in this project is to map the other dimension. Now, answer the following inquiries. And I need specifics and no vague input."

"Uhmmm…okay," Lincoln replies unsurely.

"Alright, let's begin. Elaborate about the Loud house from your dimension," Levi asks.

"The Loud house? Well, it's pretty much like this house. Messy, noisy, disorganized at times. Me and my sisters tend to go bonkers whenever we have a situation. Like competition. Or who gets to go to the bathroom first. Or who is the best at something…"

"Lincoln, please avoid vague info. I need specifics. Tell me about the interiors."

"Okay…uhmmm. It's pretty much the same. There's the bathroom, the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, the bedrooms. My room is pretty much the linen closet converted to a room."

"Good. Lifestyle?"

"Well, everyday is pretty much the same thing: how to manage my ten sisters. 'Cause everyday is chaos in the Loud house. But with advanced planning, and a trial-and-error basis, I was able to manage them."

"Going pretty well. Now, tell me about your sisters. And I need physical details."

"My sisters? Well, starting from Lori, she's the oldest among us. She's with blond hair, blue eye shadow and earrings. She's the bossy one. Always at her phone talking to Bobby. Pretty much mean, neglectful and angry. But she has a soft heart for us. She said she felt useless whenever we do not rely on her."

"And there is Leni. She's much the fashionista. Lighter blond hair, with earrings and shades on her hair. I like Leni. Though she can be a little scatterbrained, clueless and, not dumb, but silly. Just silly. But she is kind, faithful and very nice. She is fun to be with."

"There is also Luna. She is the musician among us. Short brown-haired, with clip earrings, purple eye shadow, and talks with a British accent, like her idol Mick Swagger. She is exactly loud, bombastic and kinda careless whenever we have first concerts. But she is fun to jam, have fun and hang out with."

"And then we have Luan. Pretty much she's the comedic/pranking genius. Brown-haired pony-tailed, with braces and a knack for puns. She is kinda annoying, hasty and over-the-top. Well, what can I say? She's an entertainer. But she is high-spirited, optimistic and really funny."

"And oooh, then there's Lynn, the hard-to-stand. She's the athlete of the Loud house. Brown-haired pony-tailed, with freckles and an athletic stature. She is the ultimate bully. Rowdy, nasty and even menacing. Well, what can I expect from a sparring partner. But there are times when she is caring, loyal and brave."

"Then we move to Lucy. Oh, what's it for Lucy? She's fun to be with, for a goth girl who loves poems and scary stuff. Black hair, covering her eyes, and pale-skinned. But she's kind of gloomy, lonesome and really creepy when she pops out of nowhere. Though she's really good-hearted, lovable and sweet."

"There is also the twins. But Lana first. She's really tomboyish among my sisters. Blond-haired with both sides tied. And no front tooth. She likes mud, pets and anything dirty. That's why she tends to be reckless, unruly and too playful. But she's thoughtful, fun-loving and adorable."

"Lola is a different one. She has the same looks as Lana, front tooth and all. Only her hair is straight. She's the beauty queen among us. But she tends to be bratty, spiteful and gossipy. Being the tattle-tale, it's no surprise. But she is really soft-hearted, friendly and maybe too passionate on her dreams."

"And we go to your counterpart, Lisa. Messy brown hair and with glasses and a lisp. The child prodigy, Nobel Peace Prize laureate for Chemistry and certified Harvard professor. But she is really unfeeling, unreachable and too distant for our own brain capacity. But she tends to be frank, practical and helpful."

"Finally, we go to sweet Lily. Oh, Lily. Still 15-months and growing. Tips on her hair. There's nothing much to say about Lily since she's still a baby, aside that she's too happy-go-lucky, messy and unruly. But she's as gentle as an angel, peaceful as a bird and cute as she can be. I can't wait for her to grow."

"And I hope I do see her grow," Lincoln then shifts to sharing his sentiments, "And all of my sisters too. I just want to see them all again and tell how much I cannot live without them. But I guess that's not happening. I just missed them." Eventually, the 11-year-old begins to cry. "Is that all?"

However, when Lincoln shifts his focus back to Levi, he sees him sleeping. "Just great…" he comments in dismay.

Levi wakes up from his brief nap and snaps back to proper posture. "Well, here are my findings so far. Intricate data and mush, mush, mush, mush, mush, mush, mush, mush, mush and mush. It is definite that you are inhabited in a household of feminine kin."

Lincoln is kind of exasperated at Levi's observations from his sentimental accounts. But he leaves it dying.

"Well, just a need DNA sample from you," Levi says as he pricks one strand of hair with tweezers, "And then our work is done."

"Wait, that's it?" Lincoln asks.

"For now. I have to configure the schematic framework of your dimension of belonging, based on your personal findings. That is why we have the psychoanalytic test," Levi elaborates.

"Uhmmm okay…?"

"Now, off you go." Levi then places a helmet with an Axis power insignia (where Luke and company belongs to) on Lincoln's head and gives him a paintball machine gun. The 4-year-old is now at his own military gear, but on the Allied side of Loki and company.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

"I need you to get back out there. If you yearn to return to your respective time-space confines, you need to adapt to this dimension and gain our brethren's trust. See you in the battlefield, soldier."

Levi then pulls a lever that is supposed to send Lincoln from the attic to the living room, where the brothers are having their friendly fire. However, the self-proclaimed genius instead pulls the lever that sends him to the living room. Thus, he screams as he falls down below.

With that stunning feat, Lincoln looks to the readers in uncertainty and eventually falls to the passage, sending him to the living room but landing on top of Levi.

The brothers stop to witness their landing.

"Woah bro, you one of us?" Luke asks enthusiastically.

"Oh sweet! Lincoln's one of us!" Lynn hollers.

"Victory is at the palm of our hands," Lars sullenly adds.

"Wait, he crashed down our comrade!" Loki observes ally Levi being landed by Lincoln.

"Yey! Victory's now at our palms!" Loni exclaims.

"No, you idiot. He landed on Levi, our ally!" Loki clarifies for his airheaded brother.

"Ohh…" Loni reacts.

"That does it. Revenge will be in our midst!" Leif yells, followed by Lexx.

"All of you will be gun! Hehehe. Get it?" Lane jokingly utters, as the boys yell and resume to war.

Lincoln ducks down and shares his thoughts to the readers, "Well, better adapt than never. Can't believe I'm in a literal battlefield. But I need to battle, FOR MY SISTERS!"

Then there goes the boys' entire night of paintball brawl, a la battlefield.