It took only a few hours for the jury party to come to a decision, so everyone returned to the courtroom, the Loud family with baited breath, despite things looking too grim for them to escape conviction.
"Members of the jury," said Judge Wonklin. "You have reached an official verdict?"
"We have, Your Honor," said the head juror. "In a unanimous decision, we find the primary defendants, Rita Loud and Lynn Loud Sr., for the crime of child abuse, negligence, and endangerment... guilty." Although this was expected, the Loud family didn't take it well, not even Lincoln. "Lynn Loud Sr.," the head juror continued. "Violating his house arrest under suspicion of child negligence... guilty. Threatening a child care institution under false pretenses with no amounting evidence... guilty. And resisting local law enforcement... guilty." Things looked intensely bleak for the Loud father. He was found guilty on all three of these counts. In his delirium, he acted rashly, and it seemed like his consequences would be more severe than those his wife was convicted of. And now it was time for Judge Wonklin to lay out the sentences.
"Mr. and Mrs. Loud," he started. "I find your family to be... removed from reality. It's obvious your daughters fail to learn from their mistakes and at the core of their actions, your only son has suffered overwhelmingly. Therefore, in accordance with the state law, I hereby provide the maximum sentence for second-degree child abuse. So that's a grand total of ten years in prison!" The Loud family was shocked and horrified beyond belief. The parents had expected to be found guilty and prosecuted, but no one in their family expected this degree of punishment. Even Girl Jordan was stunned. She knew her parents wanted to help bring Lincoln's family to justice, but...
"TEN YEARS?!" the parents cried in unison.
"Yes, ten years!" the judge repeated with a bit of anger. "And that's just the beginning!" The audience began to murmur amongst themselves again. "You stole property from a grade school!" Wonklin yelled, fiercely pointing a finger at the parents. He then pointed at Lynn Sr. specifically. "You broke your house arrest and resisted law enforcers! So you two are also to be revoked of your parental rights during your time, which means you will lose custody of all eleven of your children!"
"NOT MY BABY!" cried Rita, holding Lily for dear life. "NOT MY CHILDREN, NO!"
"No, please!" begged Lynn Jr. "Stop! Take me instead!"
"Quiet!" ordered Wonklin. He proceeded to address Rita again. "Your sentence will affect you two differently due to the additional misdemeanors committed by your husband. So listen carefully. Mrs. Loud, I am adding a parole to your prison sentence, as in ten years time, most of your children will be over the age of 18 and therefore will become legal adults no longer under your jurisdiction." This was true, as in ten years, the only children she'd have that would not yet be 18 would be Lola, Lana, Lisa, and Lily. But still, even with parole, being practically separated from any of her children for up to ten years was just too much! On top of this, Judge Wonklin didn't even mention the father yet.
"I'm begging you!" Lynn Jr. tried again.
"Are you trying to try my patience, young lady?" the judge questioned.
"I deserve ten years in prison!" the young sports girl insisted. "Take me in their place!"
"I'm afraid you are too young for such a harsh sentence," said the judge. "In accordance to the state law, you are not yet a certified legal adult. However, you have reminded me that you and your sisters should be considered just as guilty as your parents." Lynn Jr.'s eyes widened, thinking she might have gotten them into hot water. "So here's what we'll do," Wonklin continued. "Lynn Loud Jr., you'll be sentenced to Juvenile Hall for one month, so that's 30 days. Your willingness to come clean and recognizing the faults of your actions will ultimately be your saving grace in the long run as well as in the eyes of polite society."
"...Thank you," murmured Lynn Jr., unsure of how to feel about such a light sentence compared to her mother's.
"As for your older sisters - Luan, Luna, and Lori - it'll be Juvenile Hall, due to your involvements in your brother's negligence, for only three days," resumed Wonklin. "Got that? Three days. As for you, Miss Leni Loud..." The airheaded blonde sister gulped. "I'm afraid this court cannot entirely hold you in exempt, but what you did for your brother and turning your family in, you obviously did it out of love. What say you to 15 days of community service?" Leni looked down for a moment, then looked back at the judge and nodded her head. "As for the remaining daughters, they in fact will be exempt from prosecution due to their ages... and as for you, Mr. Lynn Loud Sr.," asserted Wonklin, preparing to deliver his final sentence. "In accordance to the excerpt of the Michigan Penal Code, Act 328 of 1931, Section 750.81d includes resisting a person performing their duty and did so knowing said person was doing so. This is considered a felony, which doubles up with violating your house arrest, to which I instill upon you an additional two-year sentence and a fine of $2,000!" The family's faces went as pale as Lucy's while her face went even paler, if that was even possible. Judge Wonklin was having it out for Lynn Sr. and poor Lincoln was even more terrified than being ostracized by his family had ever left him! There was no doubt this took the cake. No... not like this, he thought. I didn't want all this to happen... "AND..." Wonklin called out again, as the family looked on in terror. "By the excerpt of the Michigan Child Protection Law, Act 238 of 1975, under Section 722.633, threatening to report a child care center falsely will count towards a false report of child abuse or neglect, which adds an additional $100 to your fine! Also, as such, after your prison sentence, without parole in case you need clarification, in addition to your parental rights being terminated, you are to keep away from any children in public society... for LIFE!"
In that moment, one could say that there was a chill in the air, namely felt by the Loud family. The final blow had been struck, a criminal record inflicted on the parents. If Rita got lucky, she could possibly get out of prison early, but her husband, Lynn Sr., not only got a slightly longer prison sentence without parole, but was not allowed to interact with or even come near children ever again. And with his own dream likely dashed forever as a result of a sentence to such a degree, he felt that his life was over as he knew it. The poor man's eyes spun around and he grabbed his head, feeling quaky and nauseous, and the four walls around him seemed to blur in a nightmarish blend of colors.