As the description says, this is not your average No Such Luck fanfic. I wanted to make sure I got this released after something else, so I wasn't seen as a guy who got into Loud House because of this episode, because that could just put me in a bad light, but I had so much of this thought out I couldn't stop. It was because of a crossover fic, and I had other Loud House ideas before this one. Now, this story's title is mainly abbreviated so let's hope you can figure out what the last three letters are supposed to mean, and you can tell me as a review.
This was mainly inspired by the bloopers of some of the first Disney and Pixar movies.
Disclaimer: The Loud House belongs to Nickelodeon, not me. Same goes for other mentions of any other piece of media referenced, used or mentioned.
No Suck Luck: BTS
Lincoln Loud, an eleven-year-old boy of eleven children in total, sat on the couch in his large home's living room, looking over his laptop and checking out some funny videos, and was now in fact just finishing one of them, from one of his favorite YouTubers, Shippiddge, now just finishing episode 7 of his fan made Pokémon series: Starter Squad, and was eagerly waiting for episode 8 already.
He sighed, content with his life. Did he ask for it? No, but who does? To quote a famous Adult Swim show, nobody exists on purpose.
It's been almost a year since The Loud House television show officially aired on the international miniature screen, and they couldn't wait for their first anniversary. Sure, they had existed before that for the unofficial pilot about a year or two ago, but still.
Lincoln had made lots of great friends in Toontown, and one of his favorite days in his life so far, which was about a month ago or longer, was January 1, 2017, aka New Year's Day, where many of his pals and family celebrated for hopefully a new year and a great one for them all, as well as their unexpected success since their debut. Their ratings were very high considering it was only their first month.
Mason "Dipper" Pines and Mortimer Smith, most commonly referred to as Morty, both from separate companies, Disney and Adult Swim, were both good friends of Lincoln and had agreed his show was a hit amongst the Nick brand, both of them betting the large family's run would last for over 10 seasons. About the two boys themselves, although their shows were for different demographics, some overall plots seemed to be the same, with both of them going on crazy adventures with whoever they were partnered up with. One of them had already ended before The Loud House began as a series, and the other was going to, info from certain sources, air it's Season 3 premiere in April Fools' Day.
Today, there wasn't anything scheduled for them, and they didn't need to record any episodes for the time being, due to them already finishing the process ahead of schedule.
Usually, to help pass the time, they played some games together, whether it be a board game, or a video game, and when their parents weren't aloud, they went loose with their language, all thanks to influences from the real world, Lynn Sr. and Rita couldn't deny that. Plus, the games they played were heavily rage inducing, toxicity and shade being thrown at each other constantly, from mostly certain games that started with an M.
"FUCK OFF WITH THE RED SHELLS!"
"NO, those are MY items!"
"I FELL OFF THE MAP!"
"We might need therapy after this, sibs."
"No, we don't."
"HOW DID YOU PASS ME!?"
"I have triple green shell! I shouldn't get hit by a red shell!"
"I KEEP RUNNING INTO WALLS!"
"Oh wow, you stole my fuckin' double item, go ahead and throw it forwards why don't ya- LORI! YOU CAN EAT A FAT DICK YOU EGGHEADED FUCKING RETARD!"
"BULLET BIILLL, BABYYY!"
"Wow, cool, sick. 'Course the moment I get first; you bastards get a blue shell."
"GIVE ME A GODDAMN CRAZY 8!"
"I'm never playing with Lola, again."
"LINCOLN! Who throws red shells backwards!?"
"Every Mario Party is rigged Lynn, what do you mean it's just this dice!?"
"If YOU'RE gonna sit in the back, JUST TO HIT ME, I'M NOT PLAYING!"
"Let's all agree to literally never do teams again."
"I FELL OFF THE MAP AGAIN!"
"What's the one thing you guys and vampires have in common? You're all such SUCKERS!"
"Oh my God she got the INFINITE SHIT!"
"Guys, guys, don't even bother! Even if all three of you combine your stars, you still lose!"
"STOP FUCKING ME OVER!"
"Lana, if you hit me again, I'm going to drown Izzy and make you watch."
"THIS! IS WHAT HAPPENS! THIS, IS THE PRICE YOU PAY, WHEN YOU BETRAY ME, YOU STUPID! EGGHEAD! MOTHERFUCKER!"
"This is getting too heated."
"Luna, fucking, KILL YOURSELF!"
There was an unspoken rule for the children whenever they played games such as this, whatever they said to each other, they didn't mean it. It would usually be in the heat of the moment.
Lynn was usually the one that let loose the most and getting a rise out of her seemed to entertain the rest of the siblings.
How did they afford so many consoles? You wouldn't believe the amount of money these Toons made, especially when their cartoon was about a year in, and it was already one of the most watched and high-rated cartoons of the year. Plus, their house in Toontown was much, MUCH bigger than the one portrayed in their shows.
Anyway, they had finished recording some episodes ahead of schedule, so they had some time to themselves, no requests for a new episode yet, with their second season running smoothly so far, with some feedback and voices of opinion, but nothing generally negative.
"Honey, kids, you might want to come and look at this!"
Lincoln quickly set down his device, and ran up the flight of stairs, his ears picking up rumbling from across the house, no doubt the rest of his family coming up to their parents' room.
Inside, Rita Loud and her husband were sitting with her quaint desktop, and all of their children wasted not a second crowding them to see what was so special.
She was on her computer when she had received an email from Karla Sakas Shropshire, a writer and story editor for their show about a new episode idea they had come up and that they were to come to the studio in two days to start shooting. Sometimes, they would actually record in places in real life, a prime example is Royal Oak, Michigan, and other times, inside the giant Nickelodeon studio, both of which having their houses with all of the equipment. With how people could make things these days, it wasn't all that hard to duplicate equipment.
Anyway, the Season 2 episode for them to film was apparently called No Such Luck and only a part of the episode's script had been completed, and the beginning seemed somewhat typical, so they didn't complain about it.
Hopefully it wouldn't turn into a disaster like some episodes did. Some were actually difficult to finish when taking consideration into the Toon's behavioral patterns outside the show. Although Luan had no problem with being a comedian 24/7, the April Fools' Day episodes were plain torture for her.
That's what it actually all was, for two episodes so far, she was just torturing her family, portrayed as an absolute sadist with no regard for her family's wellbeing. One scene took it too far during the second episode when Luan had made a pit of pies for Lana to fall into at a motel, but she was allergic to that kind.
"Like, what the hell were the producers and writers thinking for this?!" she often ranted in private. Of course, they have actually yet to finish the second one which they called "Fool's Paradise" at the moment. They respectfully put its production on hiatus to give the fourteen-year-old Toon a break. After the first episode of that hell aired, she lost the will to act for about a week or two. It didn't help that people really started to hate her character. Most didn't understand that their personality inside the show wasn't the same outside the show. Very few recognized that fact these days.
It wasn't until much prompting from her family, some therapy, and some assurances and things to clear up to get her back in the acting game. They all knew she would never actually do these things to them. Sure, during April Fools IRL, she does have some fun trolling her family, and some unfortunate souls in Toontown, an example being that she once offered to 'help' out Ed, Edd n Eddy with a scam, sabotaging the trio's ploy after the first customer, and sometimes having her fun with Bugs Bunny and Gerald Jinx "Jerry" Mouse, but never to such an extremity as she was portrayed such as.
Besides, most of the sisters got harassed plenty of times during their roles of certain episodes. Most Toons back in Toontown thankfully, were still aware the difference between on and off set behavior for characters.
But sometimes, the Loud family did have to admit, there were certain moments that really gave them a few good chuckles during the recording sessions, and while watching the actual episodes. Even the ones the children themselves disliked, such as Making the Case and Sleuth or Consequences, had some stress relieving bloopers.
Maybe they could have fun with this next project too. It couldn't be worse than Brawl in the Family.
"Alright. Marker, aaand... action!"
Lincoln smiled as they began to record the first scene of the episode, which started out with him eating some Aw, Nuts cereal for breakfast and reading a comic in the meantime, alone, that was until the rest of his sisters entered to sit at the table alongside him.
"Hey, you guys! Don't forget my golf tournament's this afternoon," Lori began as Lincoln continued to eat, savoring the taste of his breakfast. "You're all going to be there to... Lincoln, we just started..."
The boy paused consuming his breakfast and looked up at his eldest sister. "What? What'd I do wr- oooh!" He slapped his forehead in frustration.
"You were supposed to go under the table mid-sentence, not after I'm done!"
"Honey, this is the first take! Don't be too hard on him!" Rita berated off set, sipping on a cup of tea with her husband.
"Action."
"Hey, you guys! Don't forget my golf tournament's this afternoon," Lori began as Lincoln grew alarmed, and quickly ducked under the table, but accidentally hit his forehead on the lower bar of it, causing it to move slightly, but this did alarm the group of children.
"OW! Cut, cut, CUT!"
Leni and Luan came to his side to check on Lincoln, while some knew it wasn't all that bad. Lola, for instance. "Don't be a crybaby, Lincoln! It's not so bad you need an icepack."
"That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, ya know!"
"Hey, you guys! Don't forget my golf tournament's this afternoon," Lori began as Lincoln grew alarmed, and quickly ducked under the table. "You're all going to be there to support me, right?"
Her sisters all agreed that they'll be there.
Leni began with her line. "And after that, you're all coming to my charity fashion sh-"
"Alright, WHO'S swinging their leg and kicking my face?! Can we please just get through this scene, it's been five minutes already!" raged Lincoln as he popped his head from under the table with the alarm ringing in the background used usually for taking five.
Obviously, an argument broke out.
"Then just ignore it!"
"Just ignore it, Stincoln!"
"For the love of Einstein, male sibling!"
"Just ignore it then!"
"Wow, you're more of a child than I am!"
"You're hitting my FACE! I can't just 'ignore it'!"
"How many times is it that you messed up today and none of us? Four, five?!"
"Sigh..."
"And after that, don't forget my grave-digging competition," Lucy added on to their list of events as Lincoln successfully crawled away from the table. Now it was Lily's cue-
"LILY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Lincoln jumped out of the way for his baby sister riding Lana's skateboard, as she went through the other end of the table in a flash, getting off before she hit the wall.
One of the crew members quickly snatched the skateboard to put it back while the rest of the siblings began to berate the one-year-old.
"Lily, I don't care if you have no lines right now, that little stunt Lincoln needed to do was dangerous enough, you weren't supposed to be on it!"
Lily, like Baby Herman and some of the other toddlers that were Toons, were able to speak fluently, and sounded older than Lori. "We've been at this forever! Excuse me for finding something to do!"
Karla, who was one of the supervisors for this shooting, leaned her head on her arm, which was placed on the armrest of her chair, sighing quietly, frustrated with Lily, not for the first time. Who even gave them the ability to talk?
The next following scenes went along swimmingly, with barely any need for retakes, and someone even threw in a line unscripted, but was kept anyway, it wasn't until when Lincoln was waiting near for Vanzilla retakes were needed.
"Marker!"
"Action!"
The thirteen-year-old was seen walking back with her bat and her glove attached to it with downed look on her face, quite upset by her team's loss.
"Hey, sis. I'm really sorry you lost," heartfully apologized Lincoln, hoping for something good out of Lynn's mouth instead of a snarky remark, a trait common of sore losers, but instead, she yelped like a frightened puppy and dove behind the back of a dumpster.
"Hey!" Lincoln didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he felt like her youngest older sister was trying to avoid her.
Lynn reappeared, with a rotten banana peel in her hand as she sneered and hissed at her little brother. "Stay back! You're bad luck!"
She threw the banana peel, with Lincoln scripted to swing it out of his way with his #1 glove, but he forgot that part, and the rotten fruit peel landed in his mouth.
"AHHH!" he screeched as he spit it out. "CUT, CUT! THAT WAS MY MOUTH! SOMEONE GIVE ME WATER, NOW!"
"I can't believe this," sighed Leni as she came with a full water bottle. Some did find this a bit amusing, Lynn and Lana for instance.
Lynn reappeared, with a rotten banana peel in her hand as she sneered and hissed at her little brother. "Stay back! You're bad luck!"
She threw the banana peel, as Lincoln blocked it with his #1 glove. "What are you talking about?"
Lynn quickly got right in his face, just mere inches away. y team has been dominating all season, then the one time you show up, WE LOSE!"
"Hmhmhm-"
"-which is why I'm banning you fro-"
"Ah-" Lincoln slightly wheezed. "I'm sorry I'm sorry, she looked funny, she looked funny at me!" Lynn just gave the camera crew an 'Are you seeing this?' look while Lincoln desperately apologized while still giggling. "C-Can we- look, just let me have another take."
"My team has been dominating all season, then the one time you show up, we lose! Which is why I'm ban-"
"*wheeze* HAHAA!"
"Cut."
The brunette Toon groaned as she threw her hands up in the air and looked away. Even the other sisters watching the ordeal were pissed off, Lynn speaking later.
"Are you serious, brah?"
"That's the fifth time!"
"I'm sorry, hehe. I'm sorry, she made me laugh. No, n, please, I'll do it right this time-"
"You know-"
"Just once more!"
"I don't-"
"My team has been dominating all season, then the one time you show up, we lose! NOW SCRAM! I have to ma-"
"Ppffffhahahaha-"
Lynn lost her angered face, which slowly morphed into shock, her head going down slowly. She then turned her head fully towards the camera, giving a look of despair with her mouth shut to everyone as her brother wrapped his arm with the glove around her shoulder and leaned on it, as he fell to his knees next to her, the boy unable to contain his convulsion.
"Lynn, why the hell did you yell like you stubbed your toe there?" Luan couldn't help but question outside the camera.
So much for showing passion and emotion.
"Now scram! I have to make things right with the softball gods."
She turned around to do her scripted ritual. I swear, if Lincoln laughs at this stupid shit before we cut, I'll blow a fuse!
"Hutta-hut! Hutta-hut! Hutta-"
Lincoln couldn't hold it in, as he fell to his knees, and laughed and laughed and laughed, at the sheer stupidity and absurdity of the Cossack dance. Plus, who came up with the idea of softball gods?! It was actually quite funny watching the two of them as Lincoln got quickly stiff into position while still conserving with Lynn, who was waving her hands around her midsection towards Lincoln and shrieking like an eagle who had just been shot.
"My team has been dominating all season, then the one time you show up, we lose! Which is why I'm banning you from all future-"
He held back a snort, but it was the sound that counted, so it was a failure, with Lynn throwing her hands up in the air and bringing them down.
"Hold on, hold on! Idea, idea! Add a line for Lincoln to say so he doesn't laugh in the middle of this!"
The crew murmured to themselves, with Lynn Sr. looking strangely at Lily in her car seat, who was casually playing a thumb war with herself, somehow. "What could he possibly say to make this any better?"
"It's just an idea! Now I'm thirsty and would like my MOM to give me some milk, and she knows where I want it to come from!"
And the final scene before they cut the recording? Lynn pacing around in a circle, Lincoln taking a breather, Lily waiting for Rita to come to have a drink, and Lynn Sr. gazing into the lens, pretty tired right now.
"Alright, come on people, we're losing our lives here. Give the baby her milk and we'll go at this again!"
Lincoln tried his best not to smile, but his mouth did occasionally twitch at some points.
"My team has been dominating all season, then the one time you show up, we lose! Which is why I'm banning you from all future games. Now scram! I have to make things right with the softball gods."
For what was hopefully the final time, she turned around and began her ridiculous ritual for the supposed softball gods, headed towards the field, but once again, Lincoln's mouth opened.
Lynn moaned as she came back from behind the fence, a combined look of annoyance and despair on her face. This laughing fit wasn't as hard as the previous ones, but it was nevertheless every bit infuriating as the others. "I-I can't stand this, man, this is like the twelfth take! I can't work like this! I-I- no, you know what, nah, nah I'm done for the hour, I'm going to my trailer."
She sighed and left the scene, going by the numerous crew members and her family as Lincoln broke into small giggles, while trying to calm himself down taking deep breaths in the middle of it. "Just a heads up! This little ritual you guys are having me do is what's making Stincoln laugh by the way, idiots!"
"I can't help it, I'm actually sorry, seriously-y-y-y!" Lincoln apologized as he watched his older sister retreated to her private space. "She's right though, it's so stupid!"
"Hey dumbass, here's a pitch! How about you DON'T get in his face and TALK TO HIM FROM THE DUMPSTER!?"
"Lori, language!"
Lynn and Lincoln both stared at each other awkwardly, with the camera recording them for the fourteenth take.
"You wanna... you wanna get behind the dumpster? Nobody can see us there," Lynn playfully asked, pointing her thumb behind the garbage container. Just for a few times, she wanted to play around.
"You're so lewd."
"Oh, dear God!" exhaled Lori.
"Alright LUNCH, TAKE FIVE!" hollered the director as the white-haired boy and the sporty girl giggled to themselves, while everyone else went to get some food from their trailers or cars. "For the LOVE of God, you Toons just act STUPID WHEN YOU WANT to!"
"My team has been dominating all season, then the one time you show up, we lose!"
"That's ridiculous, I'm not bad luck!" Lincoln's involvement in this scene was recently improvised via Lily's suggestion.
"Yeah-huh, you are! Which is why I'm banning you from all future games. Now scram! I have to make things right with the softball gods."
Again, she turned and began her ritual, which many couldn't describe via words. "Hutta-hut! Hutta-hut! Hutta-hut!"
"CUT!"
Finally, after so many tries...
"Thank God, thank frickin' God, let's get the hell out of here, next scene! Next scene, I don't care! Next scene, next scene next scene!" Lynn hurried everyone, as they packed their things, and headed to 1216 Franklin Avenue.
"Action!"
Lana was walking towards her older brother in the living room, who was tied up with his belly on the floor, after swiftly recording a few scenes involving him, her and Leni in the room. "Uh... maybe you shouldn't come after all. I'm wrestlin' my first 200-pounder, and I can't take any chances. You know, come to think of it, how can I wrestle an alligator, let alone one that's 200lbs? Plus, I'm pretty sure no one would allow a kid like me near something that dangerous."
Lisa walked onto the set, rolling her eyes. "Try telling that to yourself when you own dozens of exotic mammals up in your room. I'm quite sure it's inhumanly possible for you to cater all of them."
Lincoln rolled his eyes. "Guys, it's not really a rule, but it's stuff we shouldn't bother questioning, we're Toons. Half the time, logic doesn't apply to us, we're inspired by comic strips for God's sake!"
Obviously, there was never any mention of him in the actual show, but outside was a different story. "Since when do you believe in God?" Leni asked.
"I never said I did, we're not atheists or anything like that, it's just that Toons don't take religion stuff seriously since they don't legitimately have our own, I'm just using the expression like everyone else does in life, now can you untie me so we can get to the next scene?"
"Sorry, but you botched the scene with Lana going on about God, we gotta do it over again," interrupted the creator of The Loud House, Chris Savino, someone they were a bit skeptical of since Brawl in the Family, but still heavily respected. Still, the three of them were tired and it was getting quite late.
"COME ON! JUST EDIT THE PART OUT!" raged Lincoln as he squirmed around the room, trying to untie himself, with Leni, Lisa and Lana helping him and holding him down. "I'll do it myself if I have to just for us to go home!"
"Oh, Lily, I sure would like to come to your play date, but I'd hate for my bad luck to cause a boo-boo."
"I'm quite sure I can't schedule playdates; I don't even go to preschool yet."
"Cut!"
Lincoln just facepalmed and ran his hand down his face. "How hard is it for you not to talk and just raspberry me, would it kill you to just act your age for once?"
"Uhh, let me think this one through here, yes it actually would."
"What is with you today?! When did you become so sarcastic?"
"Oh, Lily, I sure would like to come to your play date, but I'd hate for my bad luck to cause a boo-boo."
Lily blew a raspberry at Lincoln, which didn't bother the boy a bit. Without any confliction, he scooted away to head to his room, but then came across his genius sister in his way.
"Pshaw," scoffed Lisa. "There's no such thing as bad luck. There's only science. All else is hooey."
"Lisa literally has a point," agreed Lori as she entered the scene with a duffel bag full of golf clubs. "You're coming to my tournament, Lincoln. This family supports each other."
Well, he tried. But... knowing the genius and his oldest, they would need some clarification, so this plan could work in his favor. Lincoln decided to feigningly accepted defeat, already having a solution planned out to this minor inconvenience. "You're right. I'm being silly. Let me get those for ya."
The issue here, Lincoln still needed to be strong enough to properly direct himself to the bathroom while stumbling backwards, but he fell on his butt first try, which was to be expected.
Thankfully his oldest sibling was at his rescue, snatching the duffel bag away and placing it on the wall before it could squash Lincoln like an ant.
Sometimes, the logic involving strength just didn't make sense, but even for real humans, some real things didn't make sense for them so what the hell? Plus, this scene was going to be comprised of multiple shootings, since the sand wedges would be replaced with bent ones for it to be believable that Lincoln had indeed broken them due to his supposed bad luck.
"This... this one might take a while," surmised Lori sheepishly, earning a glare from her brother, as if it wasn't obvious enough. Fortunately, it didn't even take three quarters of the shots back at the baseball field to get this scene right.
"I retract my earlier statement. BACK, YE CURSED WRETCH- I, I for the love of me, cannot go through this process without cringing, I apologize in advance if we have to sit through a few dozen more takes," Lisa groaned.
"How about not getting off-character during shooting?!" exclaimed an infuriated Kyle Marshall, as he was directing this part of the episode while the other was on lunch break. He loved the guys, but it wasn't easy getting along with them.
"Well excuse me for coming up with an idea that this could be entirely happenstance or, as portrayed here, purposefully! I'm already acting out of character in this scene! I find no reason for myself to immediately shift my opinions and beliefs on ludicrous matters like these!"
"Same here. I know I'm supposed to say literally all the time, but in this sentence, it doesn't sound right. Can't I just say he's banned and end it there?"
Kyle ran a hand through his face, drinking from a bottle of water to refresh himself. "Look, Lori, we weren't in charge of the script. You're gonna have to talk to Karla and Darin, but I don't think they'll change their minds, they're dead set on this."
Lori rolled her eyes in frustration. It was worth the shot, she supposed. Perhaps she could take solace in the fact she at least attempted to change things up a bit.
"I mean so far, you guys have taken a crap ton of reshoots for this episode, sometimes I couldn't even tell if it was accidental or intentional!"
During break hours and during recording, Toons from other shows of the same company, if they aren't doing something in Toontown or are recording their shows, sometimes help out with other shows. For high aerial views, people who could float off the ground like the married fairies Cosmo and Wanda, and even Danny Phantom had held cameras, but if they weren't available, there was always drones and drawings.
"Danny, you've taken more reshoots in your final season more times than the rest of your show's run, you think you're in a position to criticize us for that crap?" Lori rebuked.
Danny Phantom, who was leaning on a wall, in his normal clothing, looked down in embarrassment. "I guess you got a point there."
"Look, Danny, I appreciate you trying to help out here, but I'll be completely blunt, we're not even halfway in the episode and I already hate it now and what's to come up next!" berated Lincoln as he walked around his trailer with a script with the two teen Toons with him. "Look at this song I'm supposed to sing, it's just me celebrating the fact I'm supposedly back lu- sorry, bad luck, bad luck, I said back, that's a mistake, I meant bad!"
"Wait, lemme see that," requested Lori, prompting Lincoln to hand over the paper, as Lori quickly snatched it from her brother's hand and skimmed over the planned scene. Her eyes darted from left to right and back in rapid succession. The song was relatively short, so it wouldn't take too long to make, but...
"Wow, you're right, this is literally shit. No one sane would celebrate something like this," she agreed, handing the paper over back to the white-haired boy. "I mean; besides that, you'll have to go through a wardrobe change, and luckily for you..."
She bent down to his height and pinches his cheeks playfully. "I know just the thing."
"I demand a raise for this."
"We'll see what happens, now go behind the wall, then get to dancing when we say so."
Lincoln was standing in the middle of the hallway wearing some sort of white tuxedo, courtesy of the seventeen-year-old Loud, thinking this was the best way to show off during recording. There was even a pair of sunglasses to go with.
"It looks like something you'd wear for prom night," muttered Leni, sipping on some strawberry lemonade as Lincoln went behind the wall. Most of the sisters could see where the designer of haute couture was getting with this.
"If I ever found someone wearing that and they ask me to a date, I'd introduce them to Lola," snickered the twin of mentioned sister, who thought of that as a compliment. Dating someone that had class and elegance was much more of a preferrable standard than any slimy greaseball Lana would find interesting.
"And ACTION!"
Lincoln slid from his spot with incredible accuracy, turning around and putting on a pair of shades, dancing about sporadically.
"WHO'S UNLUCKY?! I'M UNLUCKY! WHO'S UNLUCKY?! I'M UNLUCKY!"
No one could tell if his yelling was either from enthusiasm or a combo of frustration, annoyance and anger. Either way, his acting was superb. But he was dancing much too excitedly in a rush to get it over with...
"Hey, watch it WATCH IT, WATCH IT!"
He had accidentally knocked over one of the cameras.
"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! Is the camera broken?! The tape's good, right?! Please tell me it's still good!"
"Doesn't matter, this footage is trash now!"
"What do you mean?! Just edit those parts out so I don't have to retake it from the start! It's the twenty-first century, how do you not know how to edit!?"
"WOW! Great going, idiot!"
"You're one to talk Lynn! I've seen you dance with Marco the other week; you have no right to say I'm a bad dancer!"
"HOW the HELL do you know about THAT!?"
At this point, they kept talking over each other it was quite difficult to decipher their little feud.
None of the sisters could be mad about what Lincoln did for the next retake, they would probably be doing the same thing. The humans... not so much.
"I like to move it, move it! I like to move it, move it!"
"Oh, my fu-"
For some strange reason, the crew decided to switch up the order of what scenes were to be recorded, and this one baffled them! Lincoln was outside and had his breakfast through a doggy door! Did this infuriate them? Yes, but there could were severe consequences if they didn't follow through.
The recording did go smoothly with Lynn Sr. announcing their day at the beach, with the exception of their son, and handing him cereal through the small door.
"We're going to the beach tomorrow?" Lincoln exclaimed as he popped his head inside.
"Ooh, gosh. Sorry, son. Not you. Someone could get attacked by a shark," dejectedly apologized Lynn Sr.
"Or caught in a riptide," added Lynn.
"Or stung by a jellyfish," Luna included.
For Lana, it was different, as she gasped at such a possibility. "If that happens, I call peeing on the wound!"
Lincoln was heavily despondent at this point, as he was supposed to be. "Come on, you guys! Be reasonable!"
Lola, on cue, walked forward with a stern expression but no words had come out, with everyone else staring at her with anticipation.
One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
"I forgot my line, what was it again?"
"Are you kidding me?!"
"Oh, mMY, GOOOOOOOOD!"
All twelve remaining members of the family groaned in high annoyance. If this episode wasn't making them mad enough, then the Loud family would've laughed.
It was now the final minutes of dusk, and everyone was still in the actual setting of Royal Oaks, Michigan, which was in the show, Royal Woods. While this wouldn't be possible in the 20th century, thanks to the shows that exist now and the technology created and heavily utilized, whether it be from a real person or from a Toon, editing, photoshop and transportation between places was much easier. Thanks to Rick and Morty, portal guns were used to get across the many places of the Earth to and from various studios, and were not for sale to public masses, and probably never would be.
Inside the Loud House, everyone was in their rooms, except for Lincoln. The old linear closet was boarded with a dozen wooden planks and a sign attached to one of them.
Lincoln was meant to be kicked out of the house so his bad luck wouldn't spread across the family.
A full-blown fight had almost broken out between the Toons and the producers and storywriters. This was an all-time low the Loud family never thought the humans would hit. But as Chris said, they were on a tight schedule, plus if they didn't get through this episode, they would be out of a job, or much worse, erased permanently.
The humans had their cars parked at every end of the block just in case, but that still didn't ease things. This was completely against the law across the country for humans, but they weren't so sure if this applied to Toons.
Because of the house layout, no one was able to see Lincoln trying to sleep beside a tree in the backyard, infuriated and upset, with some dark thoughts beginning to cloud his mind. Everyone else was having trouble falling asleep, and their reasons were very justifiable and excusable. All most of them could do was stare at the ceiling, or in Luan's case, wood.
Speaking of the comedian, she was in no mood to make any jokes and looked like she was ready to tear Mr. Coconuts into two without a care in the galaxy, gripping her blanket tightly.
"Hey... Luan..." Luna whispered. "You um, you good?"
"No, I'm not 'good', Luna," snarked Luan, her voice decibel raising by the second. "Why would I be, I know we go overboard sometimes, but this? This is just retarded! Those writers are crazy! WE WOULD NEVER DO THIS!"
Now, Luan yelled on rare occasions, so when she did, it would always be one of three things, a serious topic, something she was passionate about, or something that annoyed her and pissed her off to no end. The very latter could easily fit for the scenario the family had been placed in.
Lynn wasn't fairing much better, just staring at the ceiling, too many things going on in her mind for her to relax, all of them involving the decisions made in this episode.
In fact, same could be said for everyone, especially since it was a massive chore to even go to sleep with these thoughts in their head.
In the end, they all barely slept.
As they continued through the last few scenes of the episode, Lincoln's family all knew he was really in low spirit despite his ace acting during shooting. This episode was obviously taking an emotional toll on him like the April Fools episodes did with Luan. Again, they wished they could file a complaint and not do the episode, but they couldn't say anything now until the end, and should they quit entirely, a fate would befall on all of them that was even worse than being homeless.
At least... after the final baseball game, the disaster could end, with Lynn stating her wrongs and admitting Lincoln wasn't bad luck after all!
But...
"Hey Lincoln!" shouted Lola, her and her family all dressed in summer clothing on a beach set, all except for her brother. "Put the head back on before we get stung by a jellyfish!"
And Lincoln ended it with one final look to the camera, sighing as he put on the head of the dreaded mascot. "But unfortunately, only when I'm in the squirrel suit."
"And CUT, that's a wrap!"
A part of Hell broke loose almost immediately.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT!?"
Was Lynn Junior's language excusable? For this situation, some would say that. No sooner had the word cut been uttered, she ran to Savino in absolute fury with her father and Lisa strutting behind her, both very cross.
"Look Savino, calling Lincoln bad luck, yes, it's probably something I would do, but all this!? This was excessive!"
"Don't blame me for this!" retorted Savino. "Karla was the one who wrote the script! Not me!"
Lisa was all the happier to take action in doing so. "Well, you played your part in directing this monstrosity! I consistently fathom how could you not understand your own creations enough to allow us to be broken out of character so heavily?! If I were placed in a position as yours, I would never allow an act as such to proceed as followed, ESPECIALLY when I am aware that locking a minor out of their place of residence is against the law, especially for something so trivial!"
"Yeah, what Lisa said!" agreed the father of the Loud children. "All of this was just plain nonsense!"
"So, not involving Karla or the writing, what you're saying is, you wouldn't punish your son about lying to everyone about being bad luck!?"
"Of COURSE, I would, but NOT to THIS degree! It's excessive and nonsensical!" screeched Lynn Sr.
The other members of the family decided not to get involved, along with the other staff members who cautiously took their leave. Besides, they still needed to tend to their brother, hoping he wasn't mentally broken.
He did seem to look a bit depressed, but not fully emo and nihilistic, while sipping some juice Lori gave him, thankful he wouldn't actually have to wear the squirrel suit. Even for a few seconds, being in its head was suffocating, metaphorically. He didn't have many problems breathing hard since it only lasted for a few seconds.
"We're sorry if this recording session was hard on you, Lincoln. You doing okay?" Lori concerningly questioned.
Lincoln nonchalantly shrugged in response. "I guess."
Now, it was very easy to tell if Lincoln was lying at some points, his body language was a perfect example. Ninety percent of the time he was lying, his would avert his gaze away from everyone else, mainly looking at the floor.
"Lincoln, we all literally know you're lying, you're like a book when you do this. If you want to say something, just say it."
Guess he wasn't going to weasel his way out of this one as easily as he hoped. Lately, he had been harboring some dark thoughts, especially during the ending. Everyone knew that filming this episode had been hard for everyone, especially Lincoln most of all, and they understood if he was majorly upset. But he wanted to know this right now. "Would you... would you guys ever, do this to-"
"NO!"/"LINCOLN, NO!"/"HELL NO!"
This was actually a great thing since he hadn't even finished his sentence and everyone else knew what exactly what he was attempting to imply here. Luan, knelt down and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Lincoln, kicking someone out of their house younger than eighteen years old is illegal! I don't know if this goes for Toons, but still, anyone with the audacity to do this to their own child doesn't even deserve to be a parent in the first place!"
The family wanted to make it clear they all loved each other, if not to the same degree, or slightly more than the other. That didn't change the fact they still cared for each other as a family and knew when things were getting too far.
Lori was an exemplary specimen to this family belief, since her traits were usually overexaggerated in most episodes and would sometimes be scripted to treat her siblings lesser than a human being, so she knew how it felt to be placed in a negative light and not feel good about her portrayal. "Lincoln, we need you to understand this, no one is perfect, everyone gets in fights, whether with their friends or family, it's inevitable for it to not happen at least once in someone's lifetime. My point being, sure we argue a lot whether during an episode or in reality, that doesn't change the fact we still care for you and forever will in one way or another, no matter what we say."
"We're going to love you no matter what Lincoln, even after our show is over," comforted Rita.
"Just, please don't forget that alright?" begged Lana, going up to hug Lincoln along with her twin sister.
At this point, it was obvious enough that Lincoln remembered, once again, he was genuinely loved by his family, and this happened to almost every other Loud child in their respective share of episodes that downplayed them. Perhaps it did get repetitive, but for them, it was always a pleasant showing of appreciation.
"I... I love you guys too." Lincoln's voice had an indefinite high pitch in it too, as he accepted the hugs and gave them back.
It was always nice to see this at the end of an absolutely infuriating and character destroying episode.
"Hey... Luan, you have any actual good jokes, lately?" perked Lincoln, hoping for the fourteen-year-old comedian to cheer him up.
Luan playfully rolled her eyes, pretending to think of one on the fly. "Well, I do have this one... so there was this guy, that hated his wife so much, he would resort to anything just to get away from her."
"How is that-"
"A, puhpuhpuh I'm not finished yet!" Luan at this point had gotten used to her siblings interrupting her in the middle of the joke. "Anyway, he hated her so much..."
Yeah, no matter the time, no matter what they were doing, with a family such as his, as big as his, he wouldn't trade it for the world.
So, half of the family had expected this, but the fandom went ballistic once No Such Luck aired. Most Toons from the other shows had spoken about fandoms, fanart and fan stories people make on the internet, and although most of them avoid them, there are some who are somewhat invested and made their own accounts in those websites, but very few went by their actual identity, for obvious reasons.
There was another thing about fanfiction, some were bad, some were good. It would always be like this. Even some of the smallest of fandoms had an exhilarating fanfiction. Others, not so much. Even some of the biggest of shows had little stories made.
The most common site so far used had a pretty good slogan, unleash your imagination.
And boy did everyone take that to heart.
They discussed it sometimes, and other times didn't think about it.
Almost half a decade went by and suffice to say, there were very few good ones, while the rest were... absolutely disastrous, and it would soon worsen over the years until the point where they realized they had a crazy large fandom.
An extremely toxic fandom.
There we go, I finally joined in on all of the NSL shit, and honestly, I don't think I can write really good stories for these two, especially Brawl in the Family. I mean, I can try without making everyone so outlandish, but most plot points have been done, and sometimes I'm a bit afraid of repeating myself.
SOMETIMES, not all the time.
Involving the topic of fanfics of those two episodes, most of them involve serious levels of therapy and repair, something I'm not good at making, I'm not any sort of therapist or psychiatrist, I'm still only in high school while some of the people writing them are adults and while it heavily pains me to say this, most of the stories, I've seen better writing from some fanfics made by people by the age of 17 or at most three years younger.
