The lights turned on as the audience cheered and applauded, with a happy Catherine there to give the news.

"And now, we revisit the only team from round one to stay completely intact, Tough Love!"

The lights turned to focus on Lincoln and Ronnie Anne, already on the stage.

"Alright, thanks for having us here again, everybody!" Lincoln greeted with a smile. "The second round, can you believe we're both together in it, Ronnie Anne?"

"Nah, to be honest, I thought we were both going to get eliminated," the tomboy answered. "Good thing that wasn't the case!"

"Yeah, but don't get too cocky yet: Remember, if we fail to rank above Lisa and Lana or Luna and Mrs. Johnson, then we're basically out of the competition."

"I know that, but I'm not very worried about it."

"You should be."

"But I'm not, I mean, with you by my side, we got nothing to worry about!"

"Aw, thanks Ronnie Anne!"

"Yeah, your upcoming pain and misery should entertain the masses quite easily!"

"Hey!" Lincoln whined as the audience laughed. "Come on, Ronnie, we barely just started! Don't treat me like that!"

"Well, anyway, thanks for having us here, everybody!"

"Yeah, what she said."

"So, Lincoln?"

"Yeah?"

"I've been wondering about your ability to talk with the audience, as in, not the one right here, but the one in the show."

"Yeah? What about it?"

"Well, ever since you taught it to me when I moved in with the Casagrandes, people have been giving me a ton of weird looks: Bobby, Carlota, mom, it seriously bothers me sometimes."

"Well, that's what happens when you try to do something that's supposed to be hereditary."

"Hereditary?"

"Yeah, the guys in the Loud family apparently have the ability to talk to the audience, and are born with that innate knowledge. Basically, It's a hereditary ability."

"No way! That's awesome! But if that's what the guys get, what do the females get?"

Lincoln, with a smile confessed, "Enhanced fertility."

And as the audience laughed, Ronnie remained silent for a moment, only to say, "That... That explains a lot... And it also really makes me worried for your family."

"Don't worry, only one in every ten female members get the enhanced fertility!"

"That doesn't ease my worries at all!" the audience laughed out loud. "But anyway, back on track, about that hereditary audience talk ability-"

"Yeah?"

"How was it like to use it for the first time? Did you get any weird looks or something?"

"Oh yeah, and I still get weird looks from time to time, specially from my sisters."

"Then how about we do a skit about that? You'll be you, and I'll be your sisters-"

Lincoln snickered. "Yeah, right."

"...What's so funny?" Ronnie asked with a stern look.

"Sorry, Ronnie, but I can't picture you imitating my sisters with any degree of accuracy."

"Are you seriously doubting my mimicry skills, Lame-O?"

"I have at least ten sisters, Ronnie. There's no way you can imitate all of them correctly!"

"I totally can."

"Can you?"

"I can!"

"Can you?"

"I said I can!"

"Then prove it to me: The skit we'll do will involve you trying to imitate the sister I say. Do any of them incorrectly, and it's game over."

"Fine, then let's get on with it! I'll prove my supreme acting skills to you!"

Lincoln's skit...

Lincoln stood next to Ronnie, and held a clipboard as the tomboy stretched a little, getting ready to do her imitations. "Okay, Ronnie, we're gonna go from the oldest to the youngest, got it? Starting with... Lori!"

Ronnie spun around until her clothing changed to that of Lori's, and she held a phone close to her. Her hair was also now blonde, for some reason. "And I literally could not believe what she said! Can you believe it, Bobby Boo Boo Barbecue Bishonen Barbatos Bingo Bongo Bear?"

"That's classic Lori for you. Now, do Leni!"

Ronnie spun again, and this time she looked like Leni, glasses included. "I'm, like, so fabulous with these glasses, I'm sure I'll need to wear them to not blind myself," then she put them on and screamed, "I'm blind!"

"A bit more sassy than usual, but still accurate. Now, Luna!"

Another spin, another change, this time including a hair dye from blonde to brown. "Yeah, dude, let's rock and roll this place to the ground!"

"Oh man, the memories. Okay, switch to Luan before I remember something unpleasant."

Another spin done, and now Ronnie had braces. "Why do rabbits, kangaroos, and several other animals like to jump so often? 'Cause they can reach conclusions much easier that way! Hahaha, get it?"

"Wow, you even got the bad humor right. Okay, Lynn?"

With another spin came another change, and the braces were gone. "I love balls!"

"Yeah, I... I think that's something she would say. Now do Lucy."

Yet another spin, and Ronnie's hair was not only back to normal, but it was covering her eyes, hiding her dizziness. "The world is a legitimately dark and cruel place, and that's not because my hair is covering my eyes 24/7."

"Now that you mention it, I wonder why Lucy keeps her eyes covered so often. Anyway, do Lana next."

Ronnie spun again, and rather than say anything, she just run around in circles while barking like a dog.

"That's how she acts on a bad day, but it's still accurate. Now how about Lola?"

One spinning clothes change later, Ronnie dabbed and shouted "Diva dab!" as the audience chuckled.

"What is that diva dab?! Lola has never done such thing!"

"Ing!"

"Adding "ing" at the end of it doesn't solve the issue! Anyway, let's move on, Lisa."

Ronnie spun again, and alongside changing clothes, she now had a blackboard next to her, and she was talking about some scientific jargon. It almost looked like she had no idea what she was talking about.

"Yep, that's classic Lisa alright. Finally, Lily."

Ronnie spun again, but this time, she was back to normal, and throwing a glare at Lincoln's direction as the audience laughed. "Seriously, Lame-O?"

"Well, it's not fair that you mess with me up every now and then, I deserve to mess with you every once in a while."

"Yeah, that I understand, and don't mind for the most part, but why do you want me to imitate your baby sister?!"

"Hey, you were the one who boasted about being able to imitate all of my sisters with perfect accuracy."

"I know, but... She's a baby! She doesn't have any character to imitate!"

"Aha! So you can't imitate all of my sisters with perfect accuracy!"

Ronnie flinched as the audience gasped, then promptly giggled as she lowered her head and said, "Alright, you got me, I'm utterly lost with Lily."

The stage turned back to normal as Lincoln jumped in victory, raising one fist at the sky. "I knew it! Not even the greatest of mimes can imitate Lily!"

"She's a baby!" Ronnie snapped. "She doesn't have a personality to imitate!"

"Although, come to think of it," Lincoln remarked.

Ronnie calmed down. "Yeah?"

"How did we go all this time without noticing that the usual announcer guy didn't introduce our team?"

"What'cha mean?"

"You know, the guy who did those little statement after the reporters said their stuff but before the teams did? You know, those funny little quirky remarks?"

"Oh right! I liked that guy!"

"Yeah, so did I, but I noticed just now that we just cut from Catherine to us without the guy speaking or anything."

"Oh, so that's why the atmosphere didn't feel right?"

"I suppose so."

"Poor guy... We should break the tension-"

"You being a nice girl!"

"Cruel!" Ronnie spat as the audience laughed. "You're cruel."

"So are you when you're on a bad day." Lincoln giggled. "Anyhow, do you have any skit ideas?"

"In fact, I do! Remember our wrestling discussion in our previous act?"

"Oh right, the heavyweight jobber thing."

"Stop picturing me as a jobber! Anyway, I was thinking we could see if you got good skills as an announcer."

"What type of announcer?"

"Just an announcer in general. I mean, I don't wanna force you to improvise and possibly insult somebody. And besides, you judged my ability to imitate your sisters, it's just fair I judge something about you."

"Then why don't you just judge me in general?"

"'Cause then we'd be here all day."

"True."

The audience laughed.

"So, what's the story?"

"Well, I'm going to make a big, epic entrance, and you're going to act as the announcer of whatever we're doing! If you manage to give me an appropriate entrance, you pass!"

"Alright then, let's do this!"

Ronnie's Skit...

Lincoln, now dressed like a rider of sorts, stood next to Ronnie Anne, also dressed as a rider and on top of a pony. "Greetings everybody, this is Lincoln Loud in the annual pony racing contest! And right next to me, we got the dark horse of the competition, Nie Nie!"

"Hi everybody, I'm-no, wait, hold it!"

The stage turned back to normal as the audience laughed and clapped. "What was wrong with my announcing?" Lincoln asked.

"What wasn't wrong about it?!" Ronnie answered. "First of all, you used Bobby's nickname for me instead of my real name, which I don't think you're allowed to do in the first place. Second of all, a pony race? Really? I don't even like ponies!"

"Geez, when did you turn into a Jewish mother?"

"What did you call me?"

"What, with all the complaining and stuff-"

"What did you call me?!"

"Look, I don't know how we're supposed to do this if you won't hear me in normal volume."

"Just, try this again, alright? Think of something that would be more fitting for me."

"Hmm... I think I got it this time!"

"I sure hope so."

The lights turned off, and then turned on again to show Lincoln-again dressed as an announcer-standing next to Ronnie Anne in the middle of an arcade. "Greetings, everybody, this is Lincoln Loud, and next to me is the Dance Battle world champion, Ronnie Anne!"

"Hi everybody, I'm Ronnie Anne and-wait, this still isn't right."

Lincoln raised an eyebrow as the audience laughed and the stage turned back to normal. "Well, you got the location right, but call me crazy-"

"You're crazy."

Ronnie narrowed her eyes as the audience laughed and she continued, "But "Dance Battle World Champion" doesn't sound like something that would need an announcer or anything. Look, I'm gonna be straight up blunt with you: How about you act as an announcer in a wrestling match between me and... Somebody else?"

"That sounds like something I can do!"

"Let's hope that's the case then."

The lights turned off, then back on to reveal the stage had turned into a wrestling ring, with Lincoln in the middle acting as a referee.

"On this corner, we have the main character of the match! The face of the game!" Lincoln exclaimed. "And also a pretty cute girl to boot!"

The lights slowly lit up on Ronnie Anne as she waited for Lincoln to call out her name, her excitement growing as he said:

"The great! The amazing! The lovable!"

Then the light focused on a random rock.

"Rock!"

And then he turned to look at the annoyed Ronnie. "Oh, and there's Ronnie Anne too."

Ronnie slapped Lincoln as the stage turned to normal, followed by her hissing, "What was that all about?!"

"Well, it's always important

"But why would I be fighting a rock? It doesn't make sense!"

"Does it really need to make sense in order to give us an exciting fight?"

"It wouldn't be exciting: All I'd be doing is beat up a random rock for a couple minutes at best! You know what? Let's just stop right now, you're a lost cause."

"Only in getting all things right, though, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so, but there's one more thing I want to say."

"Sure, go ahead."

A couple seconds later, Ronnie dabbed and shouted "Diva dab!"

"Quit it with the dabbing!" Lincoln snapped.

Then the duo said, with happy tones, "Thanks for watching, everybody!"

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.

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The lights turned back on to reveal Ronnie and Lincoln standing next to Catherine, both with hopeful smiles. "Huh, you two certainly upped the ante a bit with your routine, didn't you?"

"Nah, we just did random stuff we thought would be funny," Ronnie honestly answered. "But hey, all that randomness most likely paid off!"

"I really hope it did." Lincoln added.

"Well, before we move on to the judging, as Lincoln pointed out, only two teams will go to the finals: If you two fail to score higher than Terrestial Prodigy or School O' Rock, then you're out of the competition. Tell me, do you feel worried about this fact?"

Ronnie shook her head, "Nope! I'm confident we're going to go to the finals!"

Lincoln sighed. "And cue us being eliminated right afterwards."

"Don't jinx it, Lame-O!"

"You already did, Jack-Ass!"

"Judges, please!"

"JUDGING!"

Same deal as before, with the next scores:

Polly: 76

Tabby: 70

Haiku: 85

Giggles: 70

Carol: Puppies

"That makes a total of 301 points and puppies!"

And the list was now like this: School O' Rock, Tough Love, Terrestial Prodigy.

"Tough Love are now in second place, and with them reaching the third place, Terrestial Prodigy are out of the competition!"

At the loser's corner, Lisa and Lana sighed. "Aw, I really wanted to go to the final round!" Lana whined.

"To be fair, I scientifically proved we were bound to lose," Lisa shrugged.

Back with Catherine, the reporter spoke as Lincoln and Ronnie went to reunite with their fellow comedians, "And now, folks, only one more team and then we'll be able to behold, the two versus two grand finale of the Royal Woods Comedy Grand Prix! Stay tuned for more, see ya!"