Back at the Loud house...

The remaining family members were at the parents room, where Rita sat on her and her husband's bed as that said husband, alongside the rest of her children, looked at her with disapproving looks.

"Again, like I said before, I can explain-" she stammered.

"Rita, the problem isn't that you can't explain your actions," Lynn Sr. stated. "It's the fact that, thanks to your little plan, our daughter is now hospitalized with a broken wrist, and out of something she seemed to be enjoying for some time, and the only reason you ever put her in that fencing stuff, was to have her follow in my footsteps."

"And what did you expect me to do?! Sit back and do nothing?!" Rita snapped, trying to keep some sort of control of the situation. "Lynn, we both know Lori has a bad sense of insecurity because, unlike her siblings, she doesn't seem to fit any specific archetype or have any talent of her own! I thought if she became a fencer, she would finally have something to make herself stand out, and then we'd only need to worry about finding Lincoln's talent!"

Lynn Sr. didn't flinch, being completely unaffected by his wife's response. "Did you really have to keep it all a secret up to this point, though? And also, did you also have to do it under the pretense that you wanted to give me an anniversary gift?"

"I thought you'd find it sweet that Lori decided to follow your footsteps!" Rita answered. "Or at least, try to do what you couldn't do!"

"Why would I find any of my daughters being used, good intentions or not, sweet?" Lynn Sr. narrowed his eyes. "Did you have any plans to use our other daughters, or lord forbid Lincoln, in some other plan of yours as well?"

The woman fell silent as she realized that, if she said even one more thing that could be taken the wrong way, her husband and children would be more at odds with her than they already are. And so, she simply closed her eyes and hung her head low in shame, while everybody else left the room... except for Lincoln, who remained behind and sat next to her.

"You didn't mean for Lori to get hurt, did you?"

Rita shook her head, and without warning, her son gave her a hug. Not that she had any complaints. In fact, she quickly returned the hug as she cried her heart out, her son comforting her in the meantime.

Meanwhile, back at the hospital...

Carol and Dana remained by Lori's side, with the latter trying to pamper Lori, while being held back by Carol.

"Dana, I know you didn't mean to break my wrist, and that you feel really bad about it, but you don't have to literally lose your head over it," Lori replied. "Trust me, I won't hold any grudges against you once I recover. I do would like an apology for what you said about my sister, though."

"Right," Dana looked at the ground. "I'm sorry, it's just that, as an older sister, I have a bad habit of becoming too protective of Polly, whether I protect her from danger or trash talk people who I think are bothering her."

Lori sighed. "I know the feeling."

"Hey, Lori?" Dana asked, getting the girls' attention. "Can I at least ask you something? It's... something that's been bugging my mind for a while now."

The eldest Loud sister just shrugged and said, "Sure, what do you want to ask?"

The came the bombshell of a question:

"What happened with you and Carol on the homecoming incident?"

Both Lori and Carol flinched, with the memories of that event suddenly swarming their minds. And while Lori briefly went pale but then calmed down, Carol took a deep breath and replied.

"I'm pretty sure there's no point in telling you about it right now,"

And as Carol continued, Lori looked at her wrist, and frowned.

"Lori's probably still in shock after what happened, and she needs to rest and stay calm if she wants to fully recover, which won't happen if she... remembers what happened that night."

Dana nodded in an understanding manner... and then, Lori stated:

"Once I recover, I'm going to tell you what happened in the homecoming fiasco."

As Dana flinched in shock, Carol stammered, "A-Are you sure, Lori?"

"You heard Mrs. Johnson, guys, I'm out of the fencing dojo. And if I'm going to leave, whether by my own will or not, I don't want to leave any issues unsolved," Lori sighed. "Besides, I was planning to tell you the truth about the homecoming incident eventually anyway. And since I'm leaving, I'll never get another chance to reveal it."

Carol and Dana looked down, feeling encouraged by Lori's determination, and yet also terrified because of the fact she was finally going to reveal the horrible truth of the homecoming incident. Or at least, it had to be bad, if neither Lori nor Carol felt comfortable talking about it... and then, she asked:

"Carol, do you think the power of the top five, combined with my own, could manage to provide a difference against Mrs. Johnson?"

"It could be possible that all six of us could manage to corner her enough to give us a chance of winning," Carol frowned. "Why do you ask, though? Do you have something planned?"

Narrowing her eyes in determination, Lori stated:

"If I'm going to leave, I'm going to make sure I leave an impression first!"

And as the girls exchanged worried looks, a certain little redheaded spy took a peak, then left the building and ran as fast as she could to the fencing dojo. Once there, the lights suddenly turned on, revealing not only was Mrs. Johnson standing at the training area, but that the redheaded spy was Becky.

"Becky, I'm sure I told you not to spy on Lori anymore," Mrs. Johnson sternly stated.

"Even if doing so allowed me to figure out how much like Lynn Sr. she is?!" Becky replied as she walked towards her mother, who raised an eyebrow. "Because that's what I found out! Lori's planning to gather with the rest of the top five students, once her wrist heals of course, and try to beat you with all their strength together!"

Mrs. Johnson looked at the ground and took a deep breath as her daughter continued:

"What do we do about it?"

"Prepare for it, of course," Mrs. Johnson stated, causing Becky to flinch and raise an eyebrow as the redheaded dojo master turned around and folded her arms behind her back. "It's not like this is anything new, a certain someone tried this same tactic a long time ago..."

Mrs. Johnson looked up, and another light it up, to reveal a large painting hanging on the wall. This painting showed Mrs. Johnson about to face off against the top five best dojo students... and a younger Lynn Sr.

"Like father, like daughter, I guess."