And now here's a new story.

Now before we begin, I just wanna say that I've been going through a bit of a dry spell with these stories. It's not exactly easy to come up with new stories on my own. However, one of my goals for this year was to get this fanfiction finished by the end of the year, so at least I'm trying.

So at first, I wasn't sure what to do about these next stories, but then I remembered the Summer Camp Island episode 'Radio Silence' and wondered if I could do a story similar to that episode. That and also after hearing that Lincoln's voice actor Tex Hammond is being replaced (yeah, Lincoln's had quite a number of voice actors during these past few years), I thought it might be fun.

So I hope you enjoy what I have in store

Here we go

Inside the Loud house, the main sister that really puts the 'Loud' in the Loud House was busy practicing her guitar riff. In the same room, her brother was watching the whole thing.

After the music was finished, he applauded. "Woo-hoo! That was great Luna!"

"Thanks bro," Luna bowed. "But I'm just not sure if it's enough."

"Are you kidding? That was fantastic! Everyone's going to be jumping out of their chairs."

Luna went red in the face. "Nah, you're just saying that."

"No, really! It's great for what it is! Which is more than great. But why are you so worked up?"

"Me and Sam have a gig coming up in a few days and it's a pretty big deal. That's why this has to be perfect. Plus one of our backup singers is away for a week at a family reunion. So we have to also find a temporary replacement."

"I'm sure you'll figure it out Luna."

"You think so?"

"I know so. After all, you girls never let anything get you down before."

"That's true. Well I better get this stuff out to the garage. Maybe I can find better luck there."

"I can help!"

"You sure bro? I'm not gonna lie, it's kinda much."

"Luna, if it involves helping my sisters, nothing is too much."

"Well if you say so."

So both siblings went down the stairs helping each other with the equipment. Luna was carrying her bass amp, while Lincoln handled the guitar and sheet music.

"Wow!" Lincoln exclaims. "You weren't kinda when you said you had a lot of stuff."

"Told ya bro," Luna said. "But be very careful with that sheet music. It took me months to write that and I'm all out of paper."

"Don't worry Luna. I'll be careful. In fact…." Then Lincoln dropped everything and came up with a new idea. He decided to carry the guitar in his arms and the sheet music in his teeth.

Luna shook her head and smiled. "You are just full of surprises."

Once they headed outside, they noticed the wind.

"Huh, kinda breezy today," Luna noticed. Try not to let go of that sheet music."

"Don't worry. I got it." But right as Lincoln talks, the music fell out of his mouth and onto the ground. "Oops. I'll get it."

But as soon as he tried to reach for it, the wind picked it up and blew it away, right into the street.

"Well it could be worse," Lincoln chuckles.

Just then, a huge load of traffic ran over the paper, reducing it to nothing but shreds.

Lincoln smiles nervously as Luna gave him a glare.

Afterwards, Luna storms back into her room while Lincoln followed trying desperately to apologize.

"Luna! Come on! You know I didn't mean to do it!"

But Luna was too upset to listen. "It's not totally your fault bro. I know you said it was an accident…. but I did tell you to be careful!"

"I'm sorry! I promise, I'll make it up to you! Maybe I could…"

"No! Stop talking! Please Lincoln. I don't need you to fix it. I just need some time for myself."

"But….."

"No buts! Just leave! I don't wanna hear another word!"

At this point, Lincoln was heartbroken.

Lincoln was then downstairs just flipping through the channels.

"Hi Lincoln."

Then all of a sudden, his younger spooky sister popped up as she usually does. Yet this time, he didn't flinch. "Oh, hey Lucy."

"You feeling okay?"

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well for one thing, you usually jump in surprise whenever I show up."

"Oh…. yeah."

Lucy then took a seat on the couch next to her brother. "Lincoln, this might sound strange coming from me, but is something troubling you?"

"No. I'm fine."

Despite the fact that Lincoln tried to hide his disappointment, it wasn't enough to get Lucy to believe him. "Big brother, I've got a sixth sense about these things. What's wrong?"

Lincoln sighs. "I accidentally ruined Luna's sheet music and now she hates me."

"And what makes you think that?"

"She didn't want to hear my apology and she told me to go away. She wouldn't let me speak. She hates me."

"Lincoln, sometimes we get mad at what you do, but that doesn't mean we hate you. No matter how many times we may say it. It's just our way of saying that we need a little space to be alone with our thoughts."

"I know she didn't mean it. But the fact that she would listen to me apologize still hurts my heart."

"Just give her time. Eventually, she'll forgive you. She just needs it to be quiet for now."

"Well that's going to be hard since our family is anything but quiet. And I can't exactly stop myself from talking. Unless…" at that moment, Lincoln perked up once he got an idea. "Lucy, do you think you can cast a spell on me?"

"Sure, but why would you want….." then Lucy knew what her brother was getting at. "Wait a minute! No! Don't say it!"

"I need you to remove my voice so I can give Luna enough time to cool off."

"I knew you were going to say that, and the answer is no."

"What?! Why not?"

"Well for one thing, how would you be able to talk?"

"Oh please, I'm perfectly capable of handling things by myself. It's not like I'll need to talk if I need something."

"The answer is still no."

"Oh come on Lucy, please? It'll just be for a little while and I'll never ask you for anything like this again. Just this one little favor? For your brother?"

Lucy didn't want to cast spells on her siblings without their consent (especially after the last time), but what she hated even more was seeing any of them beg. So she had no other choice. "Sigh, you poor unfortunate soul. Alright, I'll do it. But only because I hate seeing you desperate."

So the duo went up to Lucy's room where she got out her spell book.

"Here it is," she reads. "Vocalus Removicus."

Lincoln rolls his eyes. "Man, these spell names are getting more and more cliched."

Lucy continues to read. "Once casted, the voice of the victim shall be extracted."

"So this will make it so I won't be able to talk out loud?"

"Yes, but you can have it back at any time. Now do you have any last words before we begin?"

"Just a question: is this going to be painful."

"I suppose my wrist might start to hurt after a while, but all you'll really feel is a little pinch on the tongue for a second."

"I guess I can live with that."

"Okay then."

Lucy then put on her special hat and got up on her bed with her legs crossed. Lincoln then sat on the bed across from her in the same position. She then placed a little glass bottle right in the middle of them.

"What's that for?" Lincoln asked.

"You'll see." Lucy then read the rhyme from the book. "With the vocal spirits under my control, remove this voice from my brother's soul."

Then all the lights when dim and something in Lincoln's throat started to glow. When he opened his mouth, a strange orange mist came out of it and went straight into the little glass bottle. After the lights came back on, Lucy places a cork in the bottle and handed it to her brother.

"There we go. This bottle contains your voice. If you ever want it back, all you have to do is drink it and your voice will be restored."

Lincoln tried to say he understood. But when he opened his mouth, there wasn't a sound. So as a way of saying thank you, he just shook her hand and ran out.

Downstairs in the living room, Lincoln decided to just watch TV to keep his mind off things.

Just then, Lola came into the scene. "Hi, Linky."

Her brother didn't answer.

"I said 'hi Linky'!"

Still no response.

Of course, Lola took that as a complete offense. "Oh I see. Not talking, Eh? Giving me the silent treatment, Eh? Well guess what! Two can play this game!"

So Lola crosses her arms and pouts on the couch just as her twin sister Lana stepped in.

"Hi Lincoln. Hey Lola. Whatcha up to?"

"Sshhhhh!" Lola hushed. "Lana! You're ruining the trap!" She then whispered into her ear. "I'm trying to give Lincoln the silent treatment. He seems pretty angry with me."

"What makes you think that?" Lana asked.

"He wouldn't talk to me. And all I said was 'hello'."

"Let me try." Lana then took a seat on the couch to speak with her brother. "Lincoln, are you angry about something?"

Lincoln shook his head.

"Then how come you're not talking?"

Then Lola stepped in. "So let me get this straight: he's not mad at me, but he still won't talk to me?"

Lincoln pointed to his mouth, and then spread his hands across as if he was saying 'no'.

"Wait! Are you trying to say that you can't talk?" Lana guesses.

Lincoln nodded.

"Why?"

Lincoln wanted to explain to the twins what was going on, but how to tell them that without talking was proven to be difficult. So as best as he could, he sat on the bed in a meditative pose.

"I don't get it?" Lola said. "What's he saying?"

Lana tried to guess. "Either he wants to take a medication class or he's trying to say that he asked Lucy to take away his voice so he can't speak."

Lincoln nods and held up a number two to explain that the second guess was correct.

"Wait! Is that it? Lucy removed your voice and now you can't talk?"

Her brother gave an on-the-nose gesture.

"Yes! I was right!"

Lola rolls her eyes. "Big deal."

"Well, as long as you're doing okay," Lana said.

Lincoln gave a nod and smiled.

Lola whispered to her twin. "I-way ink-thay e-way eed-nay o-tay ave-hay a-way eeting-may about-way is-they upstairs-way (Translation: I think we need to have a meeting about this upstairs)"

Lana tried speaking in the same code. "Right-way away-way Ola-lay? (Translation: right away Lola)" but of course, she got a little tongue tied. "Man, that's a hard language to remember."

Right as the twins had gone upstairs, Lincoln felt a little parched.

So he went right into the kitchen to get a drink, but it was proven to be difficult. While he was capable of getting his own beverage, the drink he wanted was in the front of the fridge, but the glasses were way up high in the cupboard and he was too short to reach.

But finally, help arrived when Leni stepped into the kitchen. At that moment, it looked like the perfect opportunity.

"Linky? What are you trying to tell me?"

Since Lincoln couldn't actually talk, it was quite difficult for him to say what he needed.

"Oh, are we playing charades? I love charades!"

Lincoln of course was annoyed by this, but decided to play along if it meant she could understand him.

"Okay. First word."

Lincoln reaches into the recycling bin and pulled out an empty can.

"Oh, that's a very nice can. Wait! Don't tell me! First word is 'can', right?"

Lincoln nods.

"Okay, what's the next word?"

Lincoln first pointed to his ear, then lifted one of his legs and pointed to his foot.

"You're foot? What about your foot? All I can see is your shoe."

Lincoln points to his ear again.

"Oh, it's a word that sounds like 'shoe'. Let's see, blue, true, two, glue, you….."

Lincoln nodded at the last one.

"Wait! Is it 'can you'?"

He nodded again.

"Okay, what's next?"

Lincoln then got down on his knees and clasped his hands as if he was begging.

"Are you trying to say 'please'?"

She got that one too.

"Sure, what's next?"

Lincoln then pointed to himself.

"You?"

He shook his head and pointed to himself again.

"Oh 'me'! So it's 'can you please get me….' something."

Finally, Lincoln pretended he was sipping out of a cup.

"Drink! That's it! 'Can you…...please get me…...a drink?' 'Can you please get me a drink?' I got it! Yay! That was fun! See you Linky!"

As Leni started to leave, Lincoln tried stopping her. He then pointed to both the open fridge and the high cupboard where the glasses were.

Leni realized what was going on. "Oh, you actually want me to get you a drink? Well why didn't you just say so?"

Lincoln slaps his forehead in annoyance.

Meanwhile, the five little sisters were talking amongst themselves.

"I'm telling you," Lucy explains. "This is getting more difficult by the minute. My instincts told me this was a bad idea. I should have trusted them."

"If only we had a messenger pigeon," Lana wonders. "Then we could just send messages to each other without having to talk."

"Yes, but we don't have a pigeon Lana," Lisa states. "And even if we did, it would take us too long to train it."

"And I don't think Walt would want to be our messenger," Lola says.

Lisa strokes her chin. "What we need is a way to communicate with our brother without using words."

"You mean like sign language?"

"Something like that."

"Lisa's right though," Lana said. "How is Lincoln supposed to help us when he can't even speak?"

"I don't know," Lola shrugs. "Maybe it won't be so bad. At least this way, he won't butt into our arguments like he did the last time."

"Hey! We promised we would never bring that up again!"

"Well excuse me!"

Then Lisa separates the twins before another argument would start. "Alright, you two! Enough already!"

"Technically, Lincoln only wanted to stop talking until Luna stops being angry," explained Lucy.

Lana scratched the side of her head. "Well that stinks. Usually it takes Luna three to four days to stop being angry."

"Lincoln accidentally destroyed her sheet music."

Everyone shivers in fear.

"Yeah, better make that a week," Lola claims. "Maybe even more."

"Regardless of however long it takes for Luna to forgive our brother, we still need a way to communicate with him," Lisa reminded. "I'm sure we can figure something out in due time."

"But in the meantime, it's best not to tell anyone I cast a spell on him," Lucy warns. "Nothing personal."

"Sure thing, Luce," Lana salutes.

So the twins headed downstairs figuring out what to do.

"Well this is definitely going to be difficult," Lana told Lola. "I mean, considering Lincoln can't say anything."

"I know. I'm starting to miss hearing his voice," Lola said. "But don't tell him I said that."

Then as they made their way to the couch, they noticed that one of their more comedic sisters was coming down as well.

"Hey Luan," Lana greeted. "What's going on?"

"I was going to get my props ready," she said. "But Luna said she needed the room to herself. She seemed pretty mad about something."

"Is it because Lincoln destroyed her sheet music?" Lola guessed.

"He did what?!"

"Nothing!"

Luan shrugs it off. "Well, I can't blame her. Music is pretty much her life. At least he's not causing any trouble."

"So, where is he now?" Lana asked.

"He's with Clyde. But since you two are here, I could sure use your help."

"With what?" Lola questions. "Dare I ask."

"I need some help with my props. I was making some pies for my pranks and I'm all out of ideas for ingredients. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Suggestions? I've got tons of them!" Lana claims. "Count me in."

"I'm sure I'll regret this later," Lola states. "But I'm in."

"Great! Follow me."

Luan lead the twins into the kitchen, where she showed them an empty pie tin.

"See what I mean? I have the crust all ready. All I need now is the filling. Something no one would ever expect to be in a pie."

"Well if you want unexpectation, why don't you try adding something new?" Lana suggests. "Like…..butter?"

"Butter! Thank you. Butter. That'll work just fine." Luan then spread the butter into the pie. "Not bad, but there's still something missing."

"Tea?" Lola suggests holding her teapot.

"Tea! Oh, I never thought of tea! Of course! Tea!"

"Maybe some sugar?" Lana requests.

"Sugar, two spoons! Thank you, yes." And she poured two spoons of sugar into it.

"And what's a pie without a little chocolate?" Asked Lola.

"Chocolate! Oh I forgot all about chocolate!" And she threw the chocolate bar into the pie.

Then Lana suggests….."Mustard?"

"Mustard, yes. Must….MUSTARD?! Don't let's be silly." And Luan tossed the mustard over her shoulder and traded it for a lemon. "Lemon, that's more like it."

As soon as all the ingredients were in, Luan places a pie crust on top.

"There, that should do it."

"And, just to be clear, this isn't another one of your stupid pranks on us, is it?" Lola asked worriedly.

"No, of course not." But Luan still had a sly smile. "I don't plan to use it on you guys….much."

"Say what?"

"Nothing."

Then Lana had a question. "Say, Luan? What would you do if you couldn't talk? Like if you somehow lost your voice?"

"Well if you really want to know, I can't imagine not having a voice to use. Because then I couldn't tell such funny jokes."

"And we're all grateful for that," Lola groaned.

"But let's say I couldn't. If I had to tell anyone something, I would work out a code. Such as using different signs and gestures for each word or phrase."

"I see."

"Speaking of non speaking, has anyone noticed why Lincoln has been so quiet lately? I mean I know Luna's upset with him, but he never talks less than this."

This got the twins worried. "Oh that…..well…..the thing is….."

Lola was then interrupted by her identical sister. "He's just….practicing his miming skills!"

They both gave an innocent smile.

Luan was skeptical at first, but fortunately, she bought it. "In that case, I'm impressed. He's really getting into character."

Later that day, Lola was busy admiring herself in a mirror when she heard a familiar cry.

"Lola! Come check this out!"

Lola marches into Lisa and Lily's room. "This better be good Lans!"

"Oh trust me. It is. See, here's the thing. Since Lincoln can't talk, Lily's worked out a code. Show her Lilster!"

Lily clapped her hands three times.

"Three claps means Lincoln needs you to come over."

Then Lily rubs her tummy with both hands.

"A belly rub means Lincoln wants something to eat."

Then she made a whistle sound.

"A whistle means that Lincoln wants something to drink."

Finally, Lily brushed her foot against the floor.

"And a kick to the floor means 'you can leave now'."

Lola shook her head in confusion. "You remember all that?"

"Mmm-Hmm."

Then the twins saw Lily hugging herself.

"Ok, what's that mean in the code," Lola asked.

"Oh that's not in the code," Lana explains. "Lily just wants her teddy bear."

"Figures."

Just then, Lincoln came back home and the twins came up to greet him.

"Hi Linky!" Lola welcomes. "Did you have a great time?"

Lincoln nods.

"Have you figured out a way to make Luna forgive you?" Lana asked.

Lincoln shook his head.

"Oh. Well, don't sweat it big brother. I'm sure she'll calm down eventually. But now that you're back, I have something for you."

Lana then handed Lincoln a paper.

"See, Lily and I worked out a code. That way, even if you can't use your voice, you can still talk to us. Wanna try it out?"

Lincoln looks over the list and decided to give this new code a try. So he made a few poses: a tummy rub, a whistle, running in place, a shiver, a rabbit hop and finally a superhero pose.

But Lola still had a hard time remembering the codes. "Lana, translation please."

"He said he wants us to bring him a snack and a lemonade, then go up to his room and bring down a blanket, Bun-Bun and a stack of Ace Savvy comics."

Lincoln nodded saying she was right.

So all throughout that day, Lincoln tried out the code, and it turned out to be a success. The girls were able to understand what Lincoln was saying (or in this case, not saying).

"I must say Lana," Lisa admires. "Your new system works perfectly."

"I know, right?"

"This has been interesting," Lucy said. "But, I think it might be time to get your voice back, big brother."

Lincoln thought about it, and nodded, seeing as how he started to miss talking out loud.

"You mean, you're gonna get your voice back?" Lana asked.

Lincoln nods again, which made everyone cheer.

"Alright!"

"A wise decision," Lisa compliments.

"Way to go dude!" Lola says. But then realized she sounded like Luna for a minute. "Did I really just say that?"

So Lincoln and the five little girls made their way into Lucy's room where they found a glass bottle with Lincoln's voice in it.

"I kept it safe for you while you were out today," Lucy said.

"I'll go get it!" Lana quickly ran in to grab the bottle.

"Lana! Be careful with that! It's very fragile!"

"Don't worry. Careful is my middle name. That's why they call me Lana Careful Loud."

But just as Lana spread out her arms, she found that the bottle that was once in her right hand was now gone. Then all the kids looked out the window and saw the bottle roll down the roof and break on the ground. Once it was shattered, the orange mist came out and faded away. Afterwards, Lana gave an uneasy look.

"Maybe you should change your name to Lana I'm-so-clumsy-I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing Loud," Lola teases.

"That was the only way Lincoln could get his voice back," Lucy sighs.

Lisa adjusted her glasses. "And it looks like he won't be getting it back anytime soon."

Lincoln slaps his forehead as a way of saying….well you know.

"Lincoln! I'm so sorry! It was an accident!"

But despite Lana trying to apologize, Lincoln just gave her an angry face. With that, he made his way towards the door.

"Come on, Lincoln! I'll make it up to you! I promise! Just please…."

SLAM!

"...forgive me."

But it was too late. Lincoln was furious enough as it is. This, of course, made the young handy woman downright downhearted.

"Well that could have gone worse," Lisa said.

"Could have gone a lot better too," Lucy sighs.

Lana hung her head in shame. "Linky won't even talk to me even if he does have his voice. I'll bet he won't even want me to be his sister anymore."

"Okay, since when do you call him 'Linky'?" Lola wondered.

"What? You think you and Leni are the only ones who can give him a nickname?"

"Well, just the same," Lisa explains. "Even if our brother does seem a bit ill tempered at the moment, he could never truly disown you."

"Maybe," Lana lamented. "But what am I going to do? How do I get Lincoln to stop being mad at me?"

"Well if you want my advice," Lola answered. "Just leave him alone for a while."

"Lola's right for once," Lucy suggests. "Usually when we Louds are mad, we need time to be alone with our thoughts until we calm down. As if we're money being stashed away in a vault."

"Vault? Vault! That's it!" Lana had an idea. "Lisa, do you think there's a spare voice in that secret vault?"

"I suppose I found some next to the sounds in bottles," Lisa answers. "But I don't see what…."

But again, it was too late. Lana had already dashed out the door.

"I should have foreseen this," Lisa said shaking her head.

"You and me both," sighs Lucy.

So Lana headed down into the basement where the secret vault was.

Once inside, she began her search.

"I've gotta find the right voice for Lincoln. But which one?"

Then she spotted a shelf with multiple bottles and sounds.

She took a violet bottle and read the label. "Let's see. 'Announcer voice'? Nah, it's loud enough in the house as it is."

So she put it back and grabbed another one. "'Senior citizen'. Hmmm….might match his hair, but not his age."

Then went towards another one. "'Sounds of the jungle'. Tempting….. but no."

And she put that one back. "Come on! There's gotta be something!"

Then she suddenly spotted a bottle that looked just right.

"'New and improved: for 6-11 year old boys'? That's it! It's perfect!"

So Lana took the bottle and ran out the door. But upon approaching the stairs, she was still a little hesitant.

"But what if Lincoln's still upset and doesn't want to listen to me?" She asked herself.

Even with those negative thoughts in mind, she knew what had to be done.

"No! It's now or never."

So she marched right up to her brother's room and knocked on the door.

Upon opening the door, Lincoln didn't look too pleased with who he saw.

"Lincoln, I know you're mad at me. But I've got something to say, so hear me out."

Finally, the sole Loud brother decided to listen. So Lana took a deep breath and confessed.

"Lincoln, I'm really sorry I lost your voice. I know you probably hate me for it, but I found you a new one." Lana held out a bottle right in front of her. "It might not be the same as your old voice, but hopefully it's enough to prove to you how sorry I am. You don't have to say anything. You can just have it."

After she gave the bottle to her brother, she turned away and started heading to her room.

But then she felt a small hand touching her shoulder. When she turned around, she saw her brother was smiling.

"Wait! Does this mean you forgive me?"

Lincoln nods.

"You do!?"

Lincoln nodded again.

This, of course, made Lana so happy that she leaped into her brother's arms and embraced him with a hug.

"Aw thanks Lincoln! I knew you couldn't stay mad at me! So are you gonna try out the new voice?"

Lincoln shook his head.

"No? Why not?"

Her brother tried to explain to his sister that he had a plan to get Luna to stop being mad at him the way Lana tried to get Lincoln to stop being mad at her. Although he couldn't actually say it, Lana got the gist.

"You have an idea to make Luna forgive you?"

Lincoln then pointed towards his sister.

"And you want me and the others to help?"

Lincoln nods.

"Great! What do you need us to do?"

Lincoln allowed Lana into his room to show her his plan.

Meanwhile, Luna was still in her room working on a new music piece. But it was easier said than done.

"Ugh! Bogus!"

So she crumpled up the paper and tossed it over her shoulder.

Then she began feeling regret over how she treated her brother.

"Maybe I was a little hard on him. I mean, he might not be the most perfect brother, but he's certainly the perfect brother to me."

Just then, an envelope slid under the door. Luna picked it up and read it.

"'Come downstairs'."

And so she did.

Once she was in the living room, the twins lead her to her seat. So she took a seat on the couch and saw in front of her, a stage.

When the curtain opened, there was Lincoln in front of a hand painted background while the younger girls played music to fit the mood.

Lincoln was doing an interpretive dance while Lucy narrated the story in the form of a poem.

"We tell you the story of a young boy named Link.

Who got into trouble. Well, more than you think.

It all started this morning when he wanted to play,

With his big sister, who was quite busy today.

She was perfecting her music for an upcoming gig.

A gig, which she knew was going to be big.

But just as her brother came to assist,

The day went well smoothly, but ended with a twist.

Forced to leave, the young boy filled with remorse,

Lincoln had a plan, but to make matters worse,

A young spooky girl who lived in that house

Had removed his voice, making him quieter than a mouse.

While he tried hard to talk, nothing had done the trick,

So it was up to a young tomboy to do something quick.

She came up with a code, and it was such a success.

But the lone boy in the house got caught in a much bigger mess.

The young tomboy lost his voice and what's more,

The now voiceless soul felt more sore than before.

But the handy woman tried to fix her mistake

By finding a new voice that was free to take

But before he could speak, he had one more thing to do

To perform this story that I just told you."

As soon as the show was over, Luna began laughing, which got some of the little siblings offended.

"Well you could at least try to be sympathetic!" Lola accused.

"No dudes. I'm laughing because that was beautiful." Luna stopped laughing and placed her hand on her brother's shoulder. "You didn't have to go through all that trouble Lincoln, but I appreciate what you were trying to do to fix your mistake. And that shows me what a great little brother you are."

Lincoln smiles. "Thanks Luna."

Then everyone gasped when they finally heard Lincoln talk.

"What?"

"It's just….your voice!" Lola points out. "It sounds even younger than it was before!"

Lincoln realized that Lola was right. The new voice he got had indeed felt new and fresh. "Hey, you're right! It does! Looks like I could get used to this."

"So is this going to be your new voice from now on?" Luna asked.

"I guess so," he shrugs.

"Well I'm that case, I think our band has found a new backup singer."

"Thanks. And if you want, maybe I can help you write a new song for your gig."

"I'd like that, Lincoln." Then Luna took her brother by the hand and lead him upstairs.

"If I were to make a list of the top 10 most heartwarming moments, this would definitely be at number one," Lisa said adjusting her glasses.

"Yeah," Lana agrees. "Can I have my voice changed next?"

But everyone shouts "NO!"

"Hey, can't blame a girl for asking." Lana winked to the camera.

Hope you all liked that story

Speaking of which, remember what I said about this story being inspired by an episode of Summer Camp Island? Well as it turns out, Lincoln's new voice actor, Asher Bishop, also happens to be the new voice for Oscar in that show. Just a little bit of trivia for you.

Also, I was originally going to have Lisa be the one to remove Lincoln's voice, but then I realized that's been done way too much in my previous chapters, so I changed it to Lucy to make it more interesting. That and ever since the episode A Grave Mistake, I wanted Lucy to have another bonding moment with her brother.

On a side note, yes I also gave the spotlight to both Lana and Luna because considering how the next upcoming Loud House episodes each have them as the main stars, I might as well get people hyped for it.

Anyway, stay tuned for more.