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Brett Preston came out of his new house, after having had breakfast. He distanced himself from the door and looked at the house. It needed remodeling. It should be taller. And it needs a new paint job. Now he quickly remembered that he should get back to watching his neighbor's house. Just thinking about them made his blood boil a little bit. What scum of the Earth. He went into his bedroom, brought out noise canceling headphones, went to the other house, and took out of his pocket, the keys to the house. The Loud patriarch entrusted him with them. He got inside, and looked around the house. He could see the living room, a pair of doors behind the couch, the staircase, and the entrance to the dining room. He went into the dining room, and noticed a trophy case. He scanned it, from top to bottom. He stopped when he saw Lincoln's trophy case. He was a little bit saddened when he saw that there were only 3 trophies, and one of them didn't even feel genuine. He scanned the rest of the trophy case. And his anger grew a little bit. Lincoln's sisters had lots of trophies, and he had far less than all of them. He twitched his left eye as he thought about this, scowling. And he thought Lily having lots of trophies was pretty ridiculous. What the hell? He took out his phone and looked in the messaging app, and looked at a text message which was a list of several general things Lynn Sr. wanted him to do, when looking over the house. For example, there needed to be a lot of dusting, vacuuming, and the trash needed to be taken out. Brett rolled his eyes at the amount of work that needed to be done. But he wasn't going to flake out, rest assured. He decided to empty the sink first. There were lots of plates, bowls, cups, and silverware in there. He sighed at this and shook his head. Inexcusable. He played a playlist on a music app on his phone as he began to empty the sink. He was, attempting to stay focused on the sink, as he foamed and washed everything that was in the sink. He spent several minutes in the sink, foaming every amount of different things into one group, wash them off, put them in the drainer, and he'd do the exact same thing with the next amounts of things. After that, he went on to take out the trash and put in a new trash bag. Next thing he did, he was dusting lots of furniture. Not only did he do this in the living room, while wearing his noice canceling headphones as he listened to music, he also dusted in the parent's bedroom, and he also dusted in the girl's bedrooms. He dusted for a long time, removing items from certain furniture, and then putting them back when he was done dusting. He did this from left to right. It was quite exhausting. Granted, the list he was given did say that the chores in general were optional, but he went on anyway. He already dusted lots of things in every room, but when he made it to Lincoln's room, he was shocked to see that there was a toy dragon hanging in his room. Why did he have a toy dragon? The man bared his teeth and his eyes were half lidded from the bottom. Why did this boy's parents allow him to have one? Why did they allow him to walk on an unnecessary path. He read the Book of Revelation, and certain parts in other books of the Bible that mentioned dragons, and really, dragons don't appeal positively to him. He looked around in Lynn and Lucy's room. He learned Lynn was a sports player when her family was packing, so he looked all around the room for a baseball bat, but he could not find one. He then thought about the garage. He snapped his fingers, there must be a baseball bat he can use. He went outside, and unlocked the small garage door, unaware that one of the windows in the garage door was glued with crazy glue, but the moment he opened the door, his eyes shrunk and he screamed in shock! The garage was mostly empty!

Later, a police officer was conversing with Brett, while his brothers and Mr. Ai were 3 feet next to them.

"Right, well, we asked almost everybody present in this neighborhood. There were no witnesses to anything unusual. But we'll inform you when we learn something potential about where these possessions are, or even the thieves."

"Thanks, officer."

"You're pretty fortunate. These thieves could've robbed from you, but they didn't. From what you've said, you and your family are tycoons. And at least they didn't rob the house you were watching. Good-bye. Have a good day."

"Good-bye." Brett turned to his brothers and butler.

"Brett, are you sure you left the garage locked?" Asked Gregory.

"I'm sure, Greg. I locked both doors to the garage yesterday, I double checked to make sure that they were, and they really were locked for sure. Who would've thought that these thieves would've cut a hole and use crazy glue to put it back into place, and take off the garage door locks and put them back on?

"They probably left fingerprints. That's one of the biggest mistakes a thief can make. At least you let them borrow the garage door locks while you'll get new ones. Brett, the Louds should know about this." Wallace said.

"I agree. It's important to let certain people know about certain things like this." Mr. Ai added.

"Yes, yes. I'll tell the dad soon."

Brett went on to let Lynn Sr. know about this incident, and he was yelled at (after the man he called went somewhere private), at first, but after he was explaining most of the situation (while leaving out the dragon part), the patriarch calmed down, he even sent a picture of the glued window to him as evidence, although it wouldn't change the fact that the Louds had many of their possessions stolen from them. Oh, boy, for the man Brett was calling, his daughters were not going to take this very well. Anyway, Brett got back to Lincoln's room. It needed posters. He took the dragon, went down to the basement, looked around, saw lots of weights. Okay, those would have to do. He set down the dragon, grabbed a 10 pound weight, and pounded the dragon repeatedly into pieces. Feeling satisfied, he took the pieces out and put it in the trash can. After that, he went into the living room and turned on the TV. He was going through fifteen channels (he wondered if the family had streaming), until he found one that centered on bull riding. He stopped to watch. He was quite attracted. He was cheering on the current rider, struggling to hang onto the bull. The rider hung on for 24 seconds before falling off. Brett cheered at this, after the bull rider was safely able to escape. If you ask about Hops, he was with the other pets at the McBrides' house. He continued to watch bull riding for a while. However, there was one thing gnawing on the back of his mind: he was thinking about the, at first, then he began to have flashbacks to dartboards and throwing darts. He should try to-let this stuff out. With that, he went out, went to his house, took out a backpack he had in his room, went to the garage next to his house, and brought out a motorcycle he had. There were two different motorcycles in there. One of them was his, it was a 2019 BMW R1250GS Adventure, another one was Regis', and it was a 2018 Honda CB300F Base. He took out his motorcycle, and drove away to a store. He bought a dartboard and a box of coloring pencils, he drove back to his street, and drew pictures of most of the Louds, on individual sheets of paper, while inside their house, in the dining room. He was draining a lot of anger and frustration out of himself, while drawing and coloring. He took a look at these people. He thought to himself, as he put a finger to his chin. It was 5 minutes, as he was realizing he doesn't know their whole personalities. If he was going to be put these drawings on his dartboard, he'd have to learn about all of their personalities, so he can rank which ones he hates the most, which he ones he hates the least, and which ones as in-between. He stacked the drawings together, and got back to watching the house. He remembered something got back to dusting in Lincoln's room, until he was done (he didn't do that the moment he saw the dragon and was doing other things). Suddenly, his stomach growled. Oh man, he locked the front door, boarded his motorcycle, and drove off to eat somewhere. As he drove, he was thinking since the Louds were a big family, underneath upper class, there are probably things in the house that are broken down or similar to that, and needed maintenance.

Gregory was at a farm. Liam's farm. He was being presented the flock of sheep that was in front of him. He favors Scottish food, it comes with him being obsessed with Scottish culture. He's actually been on a trip to Scotland more than once. He listened and listened as Liam's dad was presenting him the best quality sheep, eager on reeling him into buying from him. Gregory looked around at the flock, lots of sheep, so much worth of beef-related food. But he took a break, sitting down somewhere, so he could think it over, trying to figure out what would be the right amount. He thought and thought for a while. He figured it out in his mind. He spoke to Liam's dad about what amount of sheep he wanted, and he whispered something to him, that gained a type of unusual reaction from him, while Gregory casually smiled. Calling it an awkward or bewildered reaction, doesn't even begin to describe it. And so, Gregory was driving home in his car, with crates of meaty sheep body parts beef casing in the trunk, along with several other groceries, having a good time, singing something in his head. He headed back home, and he was joined by Mr. Ai, and they both participated in using the meat that Gregory brought home, they cooked the meat and were also making beef casing. They also worked together in washing certain vegetables that needed to be. Mr. Ai was mincing Swede turnips and potatoes, Gregory was mincing the meat, along with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, and they both were heating up water in a pot, with animal bones that still had meat in it. They both worked hard in making the food to be enjoyable. They also took and cut lettuce and tomatoes into pieces, after washing them. They put them in the bowl. Then they got back to work in putting the meat and casing in the pot. They let the pot cook and Mr. Ai put a timer on it, and he would get to work on other food.

Wallace was spending time with his pig, Elsie, out in the backyard. He said a command and Elsie was spinning around for 3 seconds, Wallace clapped and gave her a grape. He said another command, and she sat down. He gave her another grape. He said another command, but she wouldn't oblige. He was confused and shortly stared blankly, but he shrugged it off, said another command, she let out a noise in response and obedience, and he gave her another grape. He said another command, while showing his hand, and she put her hoof on his hand and her owner shook it. She got another grape. He grabbed a hula hoop, said another command, and the pig ran for the hula hoop, jumped through it, her owner cheered, and he gave her the last grape. He shook her face with his hands in affection and she didn't mind. He took her to her enclosure, the fences were wooden rail fences, closed the door, and he went into his house, going across the dining room, into the living room, and up the stairs, went a little bit into the hallway before going inside his room. His room had a poster of Vietnamese landscape, and among the possessions that Wallace had in his room, there were a few antiques, and objects related to Vietnamese culture. He went to his fish tank sitting on his chest of drawers. Inside his decorated 10 gallon tank, with shelter for fish, were common goldfish, variatus platy, hog-nosed catfish, and longish rosy barbs. Overall, there were 40 fish in the tank. He looked at them and gave them an affection face, speaking to them in affection. He had given so many names to his fish, that you'd have to sit down for several minutes as he lists his fish by their names. He took out the fish food and sprinkled it down into the tank after opening the compartment for it, smiling, as he watched the fish come in to eat. He grew up as an animal lover. Of course, he didn't really work as a veterinarian, or a zookeeper. He heard his two Shih Tzus barking behind him. He turned around, looking down at them, not dropping his smile, as they panted. Tina had a pink bow on her head, Mimi had a violet purple bow on her head. He commanded them, they sat down, he spoke again, extending his hands, they put their paws on his hands and he shook them. He spoke and made a finger motion, they rolled over. He spoke again, and they jumped up. He spoke again and they played dead. He clapped with a happy face with his mouth open, and gave them a dog biscuit from his hands, individually, and stroked their heads, and the small dogs were happy. He went over to Brett Preston's room. In his second oldest brother's room were posters of movies and TV shows hanging on the walls, and standing to the right side, in his room on a wooden base was a suit of armor. Also inside his room was a male light grey Maine Coon with dark grey stripes with a white mouth and underbelly (there was also white fur under his neck and tail) named David, and inside a cage on Brett Preston's dresser were two female rats, one had a black head and a mostly white body with a blotch of black fur on her connected to her head's fur, and the other rat was a light gray rat with white legs, and a blotch of black fur across her body. The first rat's name was Brittany, the second rat's name was Drew. Drew was running on a wheel, while Brittany was drinking from a water bottle. Now, 2 years ago, Brett got his cat and rats when they were a kitten and baby rats from different people, but since he wasn't as committed to raising pets as Wallace, the latter took it upon himself to make sure that David wouldn't ever eat Brittany and Drew. He helped them to spend time lots of each other to make sure they bonded, and it paid off in the long run. Meanwhile, Brett had been raising David to make sure he would kill feral rats, even away from the house, and not to kill someone's pet rats. But Wallace put his heart into making sure that David would distinguish Brittany and Drew (not just them) from other feral rats when he had his chances. Brett did genuinely show love for his pets, but Wallace showed even more love for them. He called the rats over to him. He opened the door to their cage, put his hands inside, rolled them over, and tickled their bellies, and they laughed, in their own way. After closing the door. He sat on Brett's bed, David jumped onto the bed, and Wallace scratched the cat's chin and stroked his head, then let the cat rub his head against his chest as he purred.

Meanwhile, Parsley was at Gus' Games n' Grub playing different games. He was enjoying himself as he played all the different games that were here. He was quite excited. Several games of different types, so much fun here. The pizza here was quite good too. Although he tasted better pizza before. Two times, he was with his family on a trip to Italy, and he'd tell you, that the pizza he tasted somewhere in that country, tasted a little bit better than the pizza in this arcade. He had a whole pizza for himself as he ate, he drank soda too. He thought to himself for a short while. This place was satisfying him so far already. What more could Royal Woods satisfy him, that he's yet to see? He wondered what things could be in this town, that he can be happy with? He continued dining on his meal until it was over. He took a look around the arcade, wondering what other games he could play. Then he stopped when he saw it. Standing 7 feet from him, was a game called, Dance Battle. He was immediately attracted. He marveled at it. Dancing games were one of those games where he was on the level of kings/queens of video games. Although he had to play a lot to become virtually excellent at it. Dancing games were the ones he committed to the most, more than all other video games he committed himself to, to be more than averagely good at playing them. He took a look at the list of high scores. He saw that someone named Ronnie Anne Santiago had the highest score on it. He squinted his eyes as he became determined. Whoever this girl was, he was going to top her. He entered his tokens in, as a boy coming over, asked to join him, and he accepted. They played the game together as they danced against each other, trying to time their moves, into matching the arrows that came into the circles. They were at the same speed with each other at first for 10 minutes, but as the more songs played, the more Parsley was out speeding his affiliate into getting more points, as the time turned into two hours. Throughout all that time, a crowd was slowly gathering around, watching the excitement. Parsley was almost as tired as the boy who joined him, he was sweating too, but he was committed, and kept moving all around in different directions, managing to stay ahead of his opponent, his score was ever increasing as he kept dancing, trying to match the arrows with the circles. 8 more minutes passed, until the song was officially over, and by now, Parsley was tired and panting, placing his hands on his knees, while his opponent was even more tired, and came down to his knees and putting his hands on the floor, as he panted even more than him. They were both sweating almost heavily. Parsley and everyone else took a look at the scoreboard, and from what Parsley remembered, he was surprised that his score was almost a medium higher. "I did it! I hold the highest score! Ronnie Anne Santiago has been dethroned!" A few people gasped, and then they all cheered for him. Parsley bowed down, his opponent came over, smiled, offered his hand, and they shook it, before the boy left. Parsley felt great about himself. Parsley went on his way back home, where he took a shower, then joined his brothers and Mr. Ai at lunch. Of course, he was denied lunch since he said he had a pizza (a cheese pizza) at the arcade. But he was allowed to have dessert. They ate their meal for almost fifteen minutes, until they had were done. Parsley and his brothers conversed amongst each other about their day. For example, Regis went out exploring the town for hours, to make it eventful, then went to the park for some peace and quiet. Brett went out, heading back to the house that he was in charge of. He unlocked the door, got inside, and turned the TV on, watching an action movie. He was occupied for 25 minutes, from watching it. He then thought about the people who lived in this house. With so many people living in it, there ought to have been some damages this house has suffered. He got up, went back to his house, grabbed 5 sheets of paper, put them in a clipboard, went back and walked around the house, to examine anything wrong with it, but the moment he closed the door as he soon got back inside, the doorknob broke off. He went around, checking the rest of the doorknobs, most of them didn't break off, but a portion of the others sure did. He wrote this down in his clipboard as he looked solemnly and shook his head. He went to the only bathroom in the house, he wondered why they didn't ever have at least two more bathrooms built. He looked down next to the toilet, and saw there was a hole in the floor. He shook his head and wrote that down on the sheet of paper. He went to the porch and pressed the doorbell, only for him to shortly get electrocuted. With that, he wrote that down as well. Then he remembered the staircase. It made creaking noises, and when he tested it by going upstairs, midway there, his right foot felt through one of them. He wrote more down, shaking his head. He got his foot out, stopped for a moment, scanning the wall, seeing framed photos of the Loud children. The girls were on there, but from where he saw a certain space between Luan and Lynn, there was no photo of Lincoln. He thought to himself for a while, and thought that the boy disowned most of his family. He thought that was most likely. He looked at one part of the wall when he reached the hallway and went to the right. He thought to himself for 5 minutes. He punched the wall halfway through, and wrote down again, his solemnity not dropping. He would go on to examine the house for a while, until he was done. He bared his teeth at this. These people were living in a potential death trap. The hollow walls were the worst problem in this. He crossed his arms. What a wreck. At least it was standing. Somehow. But this place needed improvement. It needed renovation and a new paint job. Even though he didn't like most of the Louds, he was going to make sure that their house got better than before. He'd have to arrange first. He went back inside and was changing the channel five times until he stopped where he was, and sat back as he watched an action movie. Little did he know that there was a bad event waiting to happen.

Regis drove to the mall, simply, mostly for exploration. As he explored, could see lots of different stores and outlets. But he preferred to explore. He looked around him as people were were passing him by, he was silent. He looked left and right, without a care in the world, of course, his face was indifferent. He turned his head to the right, and saw a line of 5 people standing next to a soft pretzel cart. He slurped. Ever since he was 5 years old, he was obsessed with soft pretzels. He walked over to the line. He waited as the line was still there, unchanged. He looked around and whistled. He listened to the chatter people were making in the mall. An old man with a guide dog walked past the line. He decided to take out his phone and played Doodle jump on it. This kept him occupied for a while, as most of the people waited, one by one, got their soft pretzels. After paying attention when the last person, a woman was in front of him, ordering her pretzel, he waited until she got her pretzel. Once it was his turn, he ordered his pretzel, and he waited until he received a pretzel with Jalapeño and cheese. He looked for a bench for 7 minutes, found one, sat down, bit it and tasted it. Oh, it was delicious. He half-closed his eyes, as he chewed slowly, savoring the taste. It tasted-wonderful. If only they were healthy to eat on a daily basis. A group of old people passed him, Albert Loud was among them. He took more bites as he went, savoring the taste. It was quite delicious. Regis would go on for a short while, until he fully finished his pretzel. He went on to continue exploring the mall, taking a look at its stores. Then he saw a boy who didn't have enough money to pay for a remote control helicopter as he was nearing a stand, neither would his family pay for it. His face was sure in regard for the boy. He called over the family, offered to pay for the helicopter, which he did just that, and gave it to the boy, although his parents just pulled him away quickly, while showing disdain for him. That didn't stop the boy from waving good-bye to him, with a happy face, thanking him openly. Regis shrugged and gave a thumb's up, welcoming him, and waved back as he left. He went around, for more exploration, at different points, he saw a sports store, a candy store, a video game store, a TV store, and a jacket department. He went to the food court, where he would look around as people were eating different types of food, ordering them, he watched as people all around him were doing their own things. He stayed here for 10 minutes, until he got up, and went walking back to the entrance. He walked for a long time until he came to the library, after getting directions from a citizen, who was at a stand that was selling fireworks. It was quiet. He looked across the library for something. He came across a certain one he was looking for, and pulled out a drama-romance novel. He sat down and would read, as his face dropped.

Brett Preston was vacuuming the floor in the living room, listening to music in his noise canceling headphones, he vacuumed on the floors in most of the other rooms in the house on both floors, he swept the kitchen floor, he cleaned the sink in the bathroom, he dusted a lot in the attic, he dusted the TV, he cleaned the toilet, he watered the front and back yard. He went back to watching the TV. Currently, he was watching Predator (1987). For being raised in a Christian family, what he was doing was the opposite of living that type of life. In fact, he was friends with people who were either Christians, or untrue Christians. He wondered if the family had at least one streaming service. Look at him. He's rich enough that he has a yearly membership to Disney+ and HBO Max. He took a look on his tablet to see what sights there would be in Royal Woods. He took a look at the full list. Apparently, among the list of sights there were, for example, there was an aquarium, a zoo, and a theme park called Dairy Land. He continued to watch the movie, this happened to be his on his list of favorite movies. Predator was his 7th favorite movie. But when you mix movies like that with his brother, Gregory, it's a bad mix. After he was watching the movie for 15 more minutes, he thought about the 4th of July. He thought of a choice, went out, locked the door, got into his car, and drove away. He drove around town, looking for different fireworks stands, but so many that he found had long lines. He kept searching for a while. The last three stands he found had long lines, he gave up, thought to himself, then drove to one of the grocery stores. He looked around, found some fireworks and firecrackers on a rack, took several of them, and bought them. As he was getting back to his car, he saw a stand, with a line that was half as long as it used to be. He decided to head there, and did so, after putting the things he bought inside the trunk. He waited for 5 minutes, he saw a raven fly past him the sky. He took a look on the list of restaurants in Royal Woods as he waited. He scrolled down and stopped when he saw a restaurant called Burpin' Burger. He had a little bit of an addiction towards burgers. He's tasted different types of burgers, based on how they're made. With the intention to come back to the line, longer or not, he dashed for his car, set up the directions for it, and drove off, even though he had lunch. He took 10 minutes until he made it to the restaurant, tasted one of the burgers that he tasted, and he was delightful from how it tasted, it was so beautiful. It's like he was strolling down a delicious sidewalk, in a delicious neighborhood of different flavors, thanks to this burger. He tasted the burger for a short while, until he was done. And with that, he got back into his car, drove back to the store, until he spotted another stand selling fireworks and firecrackers with half of a line of people there. He parked his car, got in line, waited for a while, as the people had gotten their things, bought his things and was driving back to the house. Meanwhile, a semi truck was driving across the road, 15,389 miles away, somewhere else. It was transporting fireworks inside. The truck drove at a safe pace in the road. There were a few cars passing by it on the other side. The road, was at peace. However, after the truck passed by a parked police car with the driver scanning the speeds, 10 minutes had passed when a car sped by at an unsafe speed. The male driver immediately took to the chase. The male driver of the speeding car looked in his rear view. But he was in a rush. He was desperately trying to avoid being late for a job interview. he turned left, passing the truck, then right, the male truck driver watched this go on. The police officer called for back-up. The speeding driver breathed anxiously. The siren was blaring. The driver looked at the gas meter, he was running on medium. He was hitting his right hand against the steering wheel. He kept on speeding for 10 minutes, trying to make it in time. Although he had to shake off the police officer. Somehow. The police officer shot at the car, 7 times, but the car avoided them, every time, until at the 8th and 9th shot, the back tires were shot, and the car was turning left and right out of control. Suddenly, a line of vehicles was coming up. The driver tried to turn, but as soon as the car turned, it tripped over a pothole, flew a little bit into the air, and collided into the car in front of it, which sent it crashing into the car in front of it, then the other, then the other, then the other, this went on to the next car that was sent flying ahead into some more cars in front. The male driver of that car was smoking, and his cigarette still was lit, and it fell onto a pick-up truck's hood. The car crashed into the truck, creating an opening in the hood, and after 15 seconds, the car burst into flames, parts were flying and scattering everywhere. One heavy part on fire flew into one of the destroyed cars through the hood, then that car blew up, more parts flew out and scattered! This would go on to repeat in a reaction, the rest of the vehicles were burst through and blown up, being consumed by flames afterwards. The police officer watched, too traumatized to do anything the whole time. His jaw was dropped earlier. He couldn't believe this whole disaster that unraveled. He looked on for 10 minutes, his train of thought was gone. Suddenly, the semi truck caught up, the driver was blowing the horn, and tried to stop, but it wouldn't slow down. He turned it, but the truck tipped and flipped and rolled over, taking the police car with it, they both rolled over, getting damaged severely, then the car was pushed by the truck into the heap of doomed, burning vehicles! The truck got covered by other vehicles, and the container of fireworks was damaged in some parts, with holes exposing the fireworks. And as if that wasn't bad enough, the gas lines to both the truck and the police car, gasoline was flowing out, especially next to the trailer. Then fire caught onto the gas. After 10 seconds, there were two more explosions, and fire flew out in different directions, including into the trailer. The fireworks were lit up, and after a while, the trailer burst into flames, with many fireworks flying and scattering into different directions!

Back with Brett, he drove back to his house and parked across from it, as he was joining his brothers, who were coming to meet him. Suddenly, they saw a group of 5 fireworks whizzing high in the sky, then they were flying straight into the loud house! They all screamed, and ran away from their house, but Gregory quickly dashed and grabbed Mr. Ai, as he and his brothers warned of the incoming danger, Then, the fireworks shot down into the house, crashing through the back wall, and in 3 seconds, a large explosion burst, and in 10 seconds, a bigger explosion by two thirds erupted, consuming the house, sending it's back side onto the three in the back yard, and Charles' dog house, while another portion of the house's flaming walls crashed onto the garage (apparently, the fireworks crashed into the boiler room). The brothers and Mr. Ai looked back, they were shocked at the sight of the destroyed house, but Regis quickly laughed awkwardly and fainted, while Gregory quickly called for the fire department.

25 minutes later, the firefighters had finished putting out the fire, but Brett was still traumatized, since his jaw was hanging and he was twitching his left eye. However, by now, Regis was awake.

"Thanks for your call, Mr. Preston. We don't know who lit those fireworks, but we'll have the police look in on that. You all have a good day, now." The fireman said.

"Thank you, good sir. You and all of your comrades too." Gregory replied, and the fireman joined the other firefighters and they left on their two fire trucks, as most of the Prestons watched.

"I-I can't believe it. This house has been destroyed." Brett finally spoke, attracting his brothers.

"Where are the Louds going to live?" Parsley asked worriedly.

"Will they have stay in an apartment or in tents out in the forest?" Asked Wallace, worriedly.

Brett thought to himself for a while. He felt reluctant, but after a while, he decided.

"Well, brothers, they can live with us until their house is completely rebuilt. Ooh, and I'll pay for the whole construction, along with adding another floor, another garage, installing three more bathrooms, a new paint job, and even furniture, and applicable things like toothbrushes." Brett said. Everyone else gasped.

"Brett, are you sure you want to do this?" Gregory asked, confusingly. Brett nodded.

"This is a huge responsibility, Gregory. You're talking about accommodating a family of 12. Whom you already accommodated for something else?"

"I'm sure. In retrospect, I should've gotten to know a lot more about them. In fact, I'm better off not wasting my time with most of them, but I need to do my part. We must take them in. I'm especially willing to take in Lincoln when summer vacation ends."

Brett's group looked at each other. Three of the brothers huddled and conversed among themselves.

"Then let me, Parsley, Regis, and Gregory pitch in with the construction, and all those things." Wallace said.

"No, no, you're all kind, Wallace, but I can't accept that." Brett shook his hands as he spoke.

"Oh come on, we insist. We can't let you pay for all of this. Especially when you have a business. We are willing to do our parts, we will not just let you deal with all of the pressure. We're family. We stick together." Wallace replied.

Brett darted his eyes back and forth, reluctantly, thinking for a while. "All right then, you can put in your shares of money." He said, reluctantly. Wallace, Parsley, and Gregory cheered, and they, along with Mr. Ai and Regis made a group hug with Brett, and then they went inside. Brett stayed outside for the moment. He glanced at the mostly ash covered where the loud house used to be. He was dreading the thought of most of the Louds staying over. He groaned lightly in dread. But then he pulled himself together. He became determined. He's tough, assertive, and brave. He's not going to let these people boss him around. However many months it takes. But for now, he had to tell Lynn Sr. about the explosion, the destruction, and the construction it will get, among other things related to the house. He groaned about it in annoyance, before heading inside. The dad of the family was really not going to take it well at the first second. But after they came back, whenever that'd be, he was going to have choice words for most of them when they came back.

A/N: We've come full circle with the house being mentioned to have blown up in one of the chapters for my version of the loud house movie. And Brett Preston will not get along with the Louds at first later on. I'm sorry for how short this episode was. The next episode will focus on the Regulars.

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