On an autumn morning, Warren Loud and his 25 sisters were sleeping peacefully in their hole as the sun had just begun to rise. All of a sudden, their dad, Benny busted into each room with pure joy, shouting, "Rise and shine, young hoppers! Wakey, wakey, my little cottontails! Up and at 'em, my precious bun-buns!"
He repeated this at least 10 times until all of his children had climbed out of bed. They were all very groggy, but they knew what day it was.
"Ugh, dad", groaned Betty the oldest sister. "You know I got the morning wake-up calls handled."
"Woah, sorry pumpkin", Benny eagerly replied, "but I just can't help getting everything prepared for the big day first thing in the morning! Everyone have their breakfast, we got some crop-picking to do!" He squealed with ecstasy as he ran off to get prepared, before stopping in his tracks. "Wait! ...23, 24, 25. Someone's missing!" He peered into one of the rooms, where Beth, the sleepy sister, was still snoozing away. Benny quickly pulled out an airhorn and blared it, startling Beth out of her slumber."What!? Who!?" she stammered, suddenly wide awake.
"Hop to it, honey bunny!" Benny cried. "There's a quadruple espresso waiting for you in the kitchen." Benny zipped off as Beth groggily made her way to the kitchen.
As Warren and his sisters had their breakfast, some of the kids voiced their opinions on what was to come. "Ah, harvest day," sighed Beverly, the kind-hearted. "It's always such a pleasure to help Dad collect his beautiful vegetables, isn't it?"
"If by pleasure, you mean time-consuming and boring as heck, then yes, exactly!" scoffed Brenda, the grouchy.
"Yeah, I hate to be the negative type, but it's always such a drag, man," replied Bodhi, the hippie sister.
"It takes us almost an hour to pick one row of corn alone", stated Beatrice, the smart sister.
"Yeah, and it's nothing but bending and standing for what feels like forever," said Bertha, the athletic sister. "Even I think that there's better use of energy".
"Plus there are lots of health risks from being out in the sun too long!" lamented Blanch, the hypochondriac sister.
A bunch of the sisters clamored loudly in agreement and annoyance, until Warren decided to stop the commotion.
"GUYS!" shouted Warren, "I know harvest day isn't exactly fun, but dad works very hard on his crops every year, and we all know how much this means to him. The least we can do is show him support and help him to pick them."
"Warren's right," chimed Brie, the chef. "If it weren't for dad, we wouldn't have my carrot delicacies every year."
"See, there ya go!" Warren replied with encouragement.
"And we wouldn't have a high vitamin-C diet for weeks!" said Bailey, the coach sister.
"Yeah! Good call!" Warren responded with a wink and a point.
"And we wouldn't get to see all that sparkly dew on the vegetables!" cooed Brandy, the easily distracted sister, with a twinkle in her eye.
"Yeah… sure, exactly!" Warren replied hesitantly. "So what do you say, sisters?"
The sisters exchanged looks, then turned back to Warren and nodded with enthusiasm and determination. "Let's do it!" they cried simultaneously.
"That's the spirit!" cheered on Warren, "Now, let's…
"Ah, ah ah!" Betty sternly interrupted her brother, "You know the rules, brother!"
"S-sorry, Betty", Warren nervously replied.
"Alright gang, let's move out!" bellowed Betty. She marched toward the back door, with all of her sisters following.
"Well, hopefully today we'll get done sooner", Brenda grumpily stated as everyone marched out the door.
Birdie, the bookworm sister, peered up from her book and replied, "As long as Bianca doesn't decide to paint a landscape of the garden first."
"Excuse me, Bianca, the artist sister replied indignantly, "but nature is a painting unto itself! It would be a crime to ignore that fact!" Birdie rolled her eyes at her sister's retort.
However, as soon as all the Loud children were out the back door, everyone froze in shock and confusion at what they saw, or rather, what they didn't see.
"Um, any idea where the crops are?" quizzed Bertha.
"Woah dudes, Dad must have really gotten excited today", stated Barbara, the guitarist sister. "It looks like he harvested everything already."
"Or," replied Warren, "someone else must have harvested them."
"Oh, that was nice of them!" said Brandy innocently.
"No, Brandy", Betty corrected her sister, "he means someone stole the vegetables!" All of the sisters gave a loud gasp in response.
Benny, clad in his farmer's hat and vest walks over to the children with gardening tools in his hands. "Hey, kiddos!" he remarked. "Go ahead and pick a tool of your…" He stopped and widened his eyes at the sight of the massive, empty garden soil. He dropped the tools in his hands and screamed, "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY VEGETABLES?!"