Young Artie was playing a few video games with Lincoln. To keep it as sensitive to the young boy, Lincoln decided to pull up one of the friendlier, mostly non-violent games that he had, although Arthur was okay with Cartoon violence and mayhem. Which was why that; they were playing a fighting game called "Kangaroo K.O" together. This game was oure cartoon mayhem and cartoon violence, which was fine for Arthur.
"Ooh, almost had you there, Artie." Lincoln said.
the young kid laughed. "No, I'm gonna win, Lincoln!" ultimately, Artie did actually win this match with him. "Yay!" he jumped with joy."
"Oh! You beat me." Lincoln said. "That's like the fifth time you did that."
"Yeah, my parents say that I'm a video game wizard. But, they say I should do more going outside and play."
"Oh. You wouldn't believe how my parents said that to me. They say that to me a lot of times. They just don't know that I am a genius in video games."
"Cool. I played with my friends and I always best them."
"Wow. Really?" Lincoln sounded surprised.
"Yeah. My friends call me the king of video games."
"That is so awesome. I would agree with them. So, you hungry?"
"Well, maybe a little." Artie admitted before sitting on the couch. "I feel like having a snack right now. Maybe some more lemonade."
"Coming right up." said Rita with a small plate of chocolate chip cookies, and a glass of iced lemonade. "Here you go, sweetie. Me and Mr. Loud thought you would he a little hungry."
"Cookies!" Artie said with joy. He promptly took the first one, and ate it. "Hmmmm, yummy."
"It's my husband's secret recipe." Rita said. She looked at Lincoln, and asked her son: "is everything okay in here with Artie, Lincoln?"
"Everything's going great, mom." Her son replied. "We're getting along just fine."
Rita smiled hearing that. "Good." he turned back to the shy boy and she was about to remind him that she will bring more if he wanted some, but then, Cliff came up the sofa cushion, and looked at the young boy.
This made poor Artie a little nervous, and hs slowly skidded away and make him yelp in surprise. First Charles, and now Cliff was making him nervous.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, Artie." Lincoln reassured him. "Cliff loves people. He wouldn't hurt a fly, same with Charles."
Speaking of the devil, the family's dog himself got on the sofa to sit next to Lincoln, and it made Artie more nervous and he jumped out of the couch. "Please don't let then bite me." Artie said.
"Oh. They won't bite you." Lincoln said. "Come on, just wall over to then and say hello to them. They love people."
Poor Arthur made a gulp, and he slowly approached the pitbull who was sitting on Lincoln's lap, and he slowly reached his hand over to Charles, and the. The dog began sniffing it, and Artir felt Charles' nose breathing on his small hand. At first, Artie was shaking at first, but he felt Charles lick his hand after, and he thought it was ticklish against his soft flesh.
"See? He likes you already." Lincoln said. After a little while, Artie began to slowly pet Charles' fur, showing that he was starting to slowly warn up to this dog. Cliff was looking at it, and he decided to have Artie pay attention to him as well, for he was slowly starting to get jealous from the attention his dog companion was receiving right now, which was common for a group of pets.
It made Artie jump a little, and he took a step back with a small fright, keeping his hands to himself, as if he was looking at an African Forest cobra in front of him instead of a cute, harmless dog. "No! Please don't hurt me!" Artie said.
"Poor kid." Lincoln thought. "He must be really traumatized from Sandy Hook. But, I wouldn't blame him though."
"Look, I know you're scared, but you'll be fine. You have my word that the pets will not hurt you."
"I... just need to try and... learn how to be with them."
"Don't worry, Artie." Rita said. "We understand."
Small tears were dripping down Artie's face. "Uh-oh." Lincoln thought to himself. "Luke said that he would cry sometimes. I just hope it's not loud crying."
Young Artie began crying softly, and thankfully, it wasn't a loud and agonizing wail that baby woumd wail if he was sad. "Oh, come here, sweetie." Rita bent down and gave him a hug to make him feel better. "Shhhh, it's okay." Rita soothed him, "no need to cry." Aftet she was gone nugging him she he started crying less, she then asked him: "would you like some more lemonade after you're done with this one?"
"Yes, please." Artie replied, wiping a few tears from his cheeks. "I would like more."
Lola and Lana went down the stairs to check on Artie to see if he was alright. As Rita went to see of her husband could make more lemonade, the twins went to interact with him. "Artie, are you okay?" Lana asked.
"What's the matter?" Lola added.
"Nothing. I was just... scared of your dog and cat a little. I know... I know I shouldn't be scared of then but... I just am." he rubbed his right arm in shame. "I... am a nervous kid."
"Look, Charles might be smelly at times, but he wouldn't hurt anyone."
"Hey! Don't talk about Charles like that!" Lana shouted.
"How dare you shout at me!" Lola said. "Why can't you be more like me!?"
"Why can't you be more like me?!" Lana corrected her. Both of them began fighting and bickering, which made Artie quiver, being a little scared from all the yelling.
"Guys! Guys!" Lincoln scolded them. "Not in front of him!" he pointed to the child with quivering lips.
The twins looked guilty at what they were doing. "Sorry, Artie." they both said.
He smiled gratefully and he replied: "it's okay. Thanks for not trying to kill each other."
"Hey hey hey, everybody!" said a voice. It was Luan's voice. "Who's ready to hear a laugh from yours truly: Luan Loud?"
she popped out of the entry between the dining room and living room, and she was wearing clown makeup, and a clone outfit, along with a rainbow wig to go with it. She even had a funny horn to squeeze with her left hand to sound hilarious.
Artie froze, and he let lit a scream before exclaiming: "clown!" In a hurry, Artie ran upstairs as fast as he could and ran all the way to the bathroom, and slammed the door with the loudest type of slam anyone has heard, even the entire house heard it.
Everyone in the family was spooked by the sound of the slam aanother rest of the family went downstairs to see the commotion. "Oh, Lola, what did you do?" Luna said.
"What?" Lola asked. "I didn't do anything!"
"Luan, what were you thinking?" Lincoln said. "You scared him away!"
"S-sorry, I didn't mean to." Poor Luan was guilty about unintentionally scaring the poor boy like that. "I didn't know he was afraid of clowns. I was Judy trying to make him happy and feel better."
"We know you wouldn't intentionally try to emotionally harm him." Lisa regarded.
"Come on, the least we can do is talk to him." Lynn suggested.
"Yeah, and play music to soothe his soul." Luna added.
"Good idea." Lincoln remarked. "I think he went to the bathroom."