12:00PM on a Saturday at Lynn's Table in Royal Woods, Michigan

"No, we never had kings in this country." Lori said.

"No, I don't think we ever had kings." Luan said. "That was the whole point of this country is that we didn't want a king. We didn't want the king."

"SHIT!" Lynn Sr. shouted, stunned. "Son of a bitch! KIDS! KIDS! KIDS!"

The patriarch runs into the bar in fear, looking like he just saw a terrorist bombed his house, but then, he trips and falls flat on his face.

"Dad!" The Kids said, concerned. Much to their disgust, Lynn Sr. got up with a broken and bleeding nose as Lola screams in horror.

"Da Da?" Lily asks, worried.

"I think you broke your nose." Leni said, cringing.

"I'm dead! I'm dead!" Lynn Sr. wailed. Then he groaned, "Oh, strange man, Flip, strip club, peer pressure. A great investment opportunity. Beauty pageant."

"Anyone getting this?" Lori asks.

"Yeah," Lincoln said. "During a peer pressured trip to a Strip Club, courtesy of Flip, You met a strange man who offered you a great opportunity to invest in a beauty pageant?"

"Aw," Luan said, disappointed. "Dad, what's mom gonna think?"

"Everything looked very legit. It was all in place. He had all the connections. He wanted somebody to front the money. Me. Okay, fine. I've always wanted to do a beauty pageant." Lynn Sr. sighed, shocking his kids.

"WHY?!" Lori shouts, incredulously.

"Don't tell your mother about this. Because you make a lot of cash, and you ogle some broads." Lynn Sr. said.

"Dad, once mom inevitably finds out, she's going to kill you!" Lori said.

"That's nothing compared to this," Lynn Sr. sighed. "This jerk gets pinched for coming on to one of the contestants, and now it looks like a whole scam. And if I don't legitimize this thing, everybody's gonna think I'm just like him."

"Can't you just drop the whole thing?" Lincoln shrugged.

"I can't, Lincoln, It's already going. It's in motion. I mean, it's really a mess." Lynn Sr. said, defeated. "Rita's gonna kill me, because any second now, there's gonna be broads walking through that door in swimsuits."

And speak of the devil, the door opens, this prompted Lincoln to blush, but then, he saw something unexpected, girls around the age of Lucy walking in with swimsuits on.

"That's the problem!" Lynn Sr. whined to Luna.