Bart and Lisa are hanging out with the Loud Children on a rainy day since they were bored. So far, the loud sisters were doing what they generally do.
LUAN L.: Why can't the comedian tell a dirty laundry joke? Because they always come clean. *Laughs along*
BART S.: I got a joke: Luan's jokes.
Luan glared at the spiky-haired menace.
LUAN L.: At least my hair isn't full of porcupines.
Lisa laughed at that roast. Bart however just pouted.
BART S.: Goddamn it!
Lynn threw a football at Lisa.
LYNN L JR.: Well I did say "think fast."
LUNA L.: *British accent* I love this bloody song. See it as you mean it, Mick.
Lucy pokes her head out of the fireplace.
LUNA L.: BLIMEY!
LORI L.: *To Leni* It's are week-ivesary.
LENI L.: You two are gonna be together for like ever.
BART S.: Too much high school drama for me.
LORI L.: You're gonna be in high school in exactly five years, twerp.
LISA L.: Would anyone be interested in my lavatory study?
Lisa started to play her saxophone.
BART S.: *Grabs out his slingshot* Now it's time to aim the loud. *Shots Lincoln*
LINCOLN L.: Ow.
Lincoln stands back up and sat on the couch disgusting Lola and Lisa.
LISA S.: I did not know how gross boys are.
LOLA L.: Groooooss! Why do you always have to read comics in your underwear?
LINCOLN L.: 'Cause it's uncomfortable and distracting in my clothes. *Shaking his booty*
Lincoln sat on the couch.
LOLA L.: You're getting ass germs everywhere! Your habits are so annoying.
LINCOLN L.: Me annoying? You can't look away from the mirror for five seconds.
LOLA L.: LIES!
Lola realizes she's looking at it and puts it away.
LINCOLN L.: And Lisa's always playing her stupid saxophone. Bart always doing his pranking schemes, and Lori, would it kill you to not talk to Bobby all the time?
LORI L.: I do not talk to Bobby all the time, do I, Bobby?
LINCOLN L.: My point exactly. You guys can't last ten minutes without doing any of your things.
LORI L.: We could last longer than you.
LINCOLN L.: I bet you couldn't.
LOLA L.: Oh really? Care to make it a little more interesting? If we last ten minutes without doing our things longer than you, then you have to give up reading comics in your underwear FOREVER!
OTHERS.: YEAH!
LINCOLN L.: HOLD IT! I need victory undies so I can read better, that's if I win.
LOLA L.: Fair enough.
LINCOLN L.: The rules are:
I CAN'T read in my underwear
Leni CAN'T say like
Lynn CAN'T turn everything into a sport
Lola CAN'T look at herself in a mirror
Lori CAN'T talk to Bobby
Luan CAN'T make up a joke
Lana CAN'T play in the mud
Lisa CAN'T study
Lucy CAN'T can't jumpscare
Luna CAN'T speak in a British accent
Bart CAN'T use his slingshot.
And Lisa-
LISA S.: Oh, no! I'm not taking part in this immature game.
BART S.: Can you at least inform us when the ten minutes are over?
LISA S.: Fine! *Leaves to the bathroom*
LINCOLN L.: The contest starts NOW!
LENI L.: Wait, like I wasn't paying attention.
LINCOLN L.: Ok, it starts now.
LENI L.: Like I'm totally gonna win this. *A red mark appears on her face and a buzzer sounds*
LUCY L.: Nice going. *Red mark and buzzer sound* Dang it.
LOLA L.: Come on, Ladies.
BART S.: *Clears breath* AHEM!
LOLA L.: And Man.
LINCOLN L.: Two down. I can practically smell those victory undies. Wait! Let me rephrase that!
The Loud siblings and Bart are still doing their contest. Lana looked desperate to go outside in the mud to play with the pets outside. She reached her limit and ran outside but Lola stopped her.
LOLA L.: Lana! Heel!
Lana panted and whimpered like a dog and scratched the door like a dog. Lola distinctly pointed the other way in Lana's direction. Luna switched from her British accent to her Swedish accent.
LUNA L.: Herdie, verdie, verdie. Easy peasy, I just svitched to Svedish, ja.
Bart hesitates to bring his slingshot to sling the annoyance out of the rocking Loud sister. Bobby was calling Lori, she hesitates but Luna grabs her phone.
LUNA L.: I vill take that, ja.
LORI L.: No, you von't. I mean won't.
The fight over the phone made the socks fly from the table up from Lynn's sight.
LYNN L JR.: Basket, ball.
OTHERS EXCEPT FOR LINCOLN L.: NO!
But unfortunately for them, Lynn played with the socks anyway, referring to it as basketball. A red mark appears on her face, and buzzer sounds play.
BART S.: Yep, we're definitely gonna lose.
LINCOLN L.: Buh-bye.
Lincoln starts to get uncomfortable with pants and thought aloud that maybe the pants were the problem. So he went to the laundry basket to check if there was anything comfortable for him to wear, and he found Lori's leggings.
Bart laughed hysterically at him, earning him a glare from the white-haired boy.
BART S.: *Laughs* I'm sorry, but that's just priceless.
Bart grabs his phone and Lincoln immediately knew what he was gonna do.
LINCOLN L.: You better not pic' this.
Bart took it anyway and posted it on Twitter and Instagram.
BART S.: And the likes are pouring in.
LUAN L.: I think Lincoln's the best at being embarrassing.
Lincoln growled but stopped to face Lori.
LORI L.: Lincoln, why are you wearing my leggings?
LINCOLN L.: You never said I have to wear my pants.
LORI L.: Those usually rise up.
Bart got out his phone and started recording.
LINCOLN L.: Oh, you're just trying to-
The leggings rise up, making Bart uncontrollably laugh. He posts this on YouTube shorts and TikTok.
LINCOLN L.: Yep, those are riding.
Luna heard a radio contest for who could do the best British impression, she went behind the curtains and called the radio station.
RADIO.: Hey there, caller. Let's hear your best British voice!
LUNA L.: *Whispers in British accent* Hey, luv, hand over those tickets.
RADIO.: Yeah, sorry, caller, can't hear you!
LUNA L.: *Whispers a bit louder in British accent* Come on, luv, hand over those tickets!
RADIO.: If you don't speak up, you can't win!
Luna reached her limit and yelled at the top of her lungs:
LUNA L.: HAND OVER THE BLOODY TICKETS, MATE!
Lincoln pulled down the curtains to reveal Luna using her British accent.
Bart face-palmed at her.
LUNA L.: Herdie, verdie.
LINCOLN L.: Nope. *Chuckles*
Straight away, someone knocked on the door.
BART S.: Ugh! Who the hell's there?!
BOBBY S.: Bobby.
LINCOLN L.: *Smirks* Bobby, who?
Luan gasped as she wanted to make a knock-knock joke.
LOLA L.: Don't you DARE finish that sentence!
Lori rushed to the door but Lola pounced on her and the two began to brawl.
BOBBY S.: Geez! How many Loud sisters does it take to open the door?
BART S.: Answer that question, and you get my slingshot... Uh, I mean... UGH, WHATEVER!
Bart ran off to think of a threat he could use against Luan. Lori distracted Lola with free makeover samples, it always seemed to work since she was only six.
Lori happily opened the door and hugged her beloved boyfriend and talked to her, instantly getting a red mark on her face including buzzer sounds.
BART S.: To be honest, Lori was the second Loud sister I doubt would survive this bet.
LISA S.: So, this is Lori's boyfriend she's always chatting with on her phone.
LINCOLN L.: Yeah, sometimes we think she cares about her boyfriend more than us. It gets kind of obvious over time.
Bobby mentioned to Lori that he would've been here sooner if it weren't for the chicken crossing the road. This objective gave Lincoln an idea.
LINCOLN L.: *Smirks* Why did the chicken cross the road?
LUAN L.: TO GET TO THE OTHER SIDE! TO GET AWAY FROM THE COOK! TO PROVE HE'S NO CHICKEN! *Laughs uncontrollably*
BART S.: GODDAAAMN IT, LUAN!
LOLA L.: NOOOOOOOO! *Pounces on Luan*
LISA L.: *Coming downstairs with her notepad* Sweet mother of discovery.
BART S.: Lisa, you did not just-
A red mark appears on her face, along with playing buzzer sounds.
LISA L.: *To the viewers* I'm only human.
BART S.: THAT'S YOUR EXCUSE!
LISA S.: Give her a break, Bart, it's hard to get away from science.
BART S.: Yeah, for nerdy geeks like yourselves!
He growled. Is it possible that all the Loud sisters are controllable over their favorite stuff? He just wishes he can get out his slingshot and sling the shit out of them, but he can't 'cause obviously, he would lose.
Lola on the other hand was vicious.
LOLA L.: YOU PEOPLE ARE USELESS!
LINCOLN L.: *Smirks* And then they were three.
LISA S.: Stop being so cocky, Lincoln.
LOLA L.: You may have outlasted those amateurs, but now you've got to deal with the REAL PROFESSIONAL!
But Lincoln wasn't gonna give up that easily.
LINCOLN L.: I'm not giving up, for all sake of things comfortable.
Bart took Lola to the kitchen.
LOLA L.: *Fierce* We have to think of something!
BART S.: *Smirks* Why don't we turn up the heat?
LOLA L.: *Smirks devilishly* I like your thinking, bad boy.
Lincoln noticed the house began to heat up more than usual. Lincoln approached the thermostat and discovered somebody turned it u to 98 degrees.
LINCOLN L.: Oh, it's gonna be like that, huh?
Lincoln recently thought of a decent plan to outsmart her sister. Lola entered and questioned what her brother was doing.
LINCOLN L.: Just reading, and I polished every surface of the living room. So shiny, you can your reflection.
Hesitation was all over Lola as she couldn't look through her beautiful self in her reflection. Bart wanted to grab his slingshot to sling over his anger at Lincoln for hesitating the "brat" out of Lola.
BART S.: Must... not... slingshot, him.
LOLA L.: *Struggles* Must... not... look at self. Beautiful, beautiful, self.
Lola ran to the kitchen.
LINCOLN L.: I also waxed the kitchen the same waaaay!
LOLA L.: THAT'S IT!
Lola took a pair of Lincoln's undies and shoved them right into his face.
LOLA L.: SMELL THE COTTON! YOU KNOW YOU WANT 'EM!
BART S.: *Worried* This is starting to become way too intense... *Amused* And I LIKE IT!
LINCOLN L.: Must... not... resist. *Snaps* YOU'D GIVE UP RIGHT NOW IF YOU SEE WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR UGLY FACE!
LOLA L.: UGLY FAAAAAACE!
BART S.: *Smirks* Oh snap!
LOLA L.: *Roars* GIVE ME A MIRROR!
The brutal princess, who clearly needs anger management, storms upstairs, and comes back restored peacefully in her beautiful self. A red mark appears on her face including buzzer sounds.
LOLA L.: It was worth it.
LINCOLN L.: I WIN!
Lincoln rips the sweatpants off to reveal his undies not knowing what was gonna happen to him next and opens the catalog of the victory undies.
LINCOLN L.: Ok, ladies! PAY UP!
LISA S.: *Informs* And that's ten minutes!
BART S.: *Smirks* Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln. Did you forget that I was also in the bet?
LINCOLN L.: Wait, what?!
LORI L.: He didn't use his slingshot this whole time which means-
LOUD SISTERS.: BART WINS!
BART S.: *Smirks* I sure did!
Everyone started to cheer much to Lincoln's mischance as he lost the bet he could've won. He cries pathetically on the floor and the final red mark appears on his face along with the final buzzer sounds.
He now had to give up reading in his underwear FOREVER!
A delivery came up in the mail.
LUAN L.: Who's there?
MAIL MAN.: Delivery man!
LUAN L.: Delivery man, who?
MAIL MAN.: Come on, kid. It's raining!
LUAN L.: That's your punchline, you really need to work on your delivery.
She skips away laughing hysterically. The box was for Lincoln, he opened it to reveal his victory undies.
LINCOLN L.: *Gasps* My victory undies.
LORI L.: *Suspiciously* We didn't order it for you.
LISA S & LOLA L.: We did.
OTHERS.: But he lost the bet!
Lola explains maturely that they can't give up their things so why shouldn't their brother give up his?
LOLA L.: We should all accept each others' habits... Even if some of them are really, really, gross.
LISA S.: And annoying, confusing, overdoing, and more.
Lincoln tried his victory undies on.
LINCOLN L.: *Refreshed* They feel, so... nice.
Bart and Lisa heard something outside and saw Bobby chasing the chicken while asking why did it cross the road?
LISA S.: Guess, he wasn't kidding about the chicken.
Bart rolled his eyes and then smiled. He was relieved he can use the precious slingshot he got when he was four again.