Part 8)
The sound of the door slamming shut caught Lincoln's attention. He turned to look and saw Hugh slowly slumping to the floor with his back against the now closed front door. The handsome Brit was a bit pale, as though he had just looked into the eyes of the devil himself. Lincoln was tempted to go and check on him, but Hugh quickly regained his composure and went about making his way towards the table with all of the tasty snacks. He paused to wave and greet Lincoln along the way, ridding the boy's mind of any concern. Although it did make room for curiosity.
There was no doubt that his sister's were responsible for Hugh's short lived panic. And recalling how they acted the last time they had all seen him...he had to go and see what was happening outside. Hopefully they weren't causing too much trouble.
Stepping over to the living room window, Lincoln looked outside. To his surprise he not only discovered that his sisters weren't attempting to rampage their way into the house, they weren't even in his sight at the moment. Neither was Vanzilla for that matter.
"Huh, looks like they took off." Lincoln thought. "I was not expecting that. But hey, at least now I don't have to worry about them for a while."
Lincoln smiled. Things were turning out pretty darn good right now. He had thought for sure that his sisters would make a huge scene and disrupt his party at the start. But now, he could go and enjoy himself. He could mingle with his guests, have some fun, eat some of the food he paid for and all without having to worry about any interruptions from any uninvited guests.
"Hey guys." Lincoln said to Clyde and Rusty, who were currently playing on Lincoln's dance pads. "Mind if I play with one of you next?"
Rusty nodded. "Yeah, you can take over for me if you want. I'm doing terrible."
Lincoln didn't object and happily hopped into Rusty's place once the red head stepped aside. For a minute, Rusty watched his friend begin dancing in his place. But when he saw just how easy Lincoln made it look, Rusty opted to find something else to do. The party was already getting off to a great start and plenty of people were enjoying themselves. There was a bit of a crowd gathered around the karaoke machine, and quite a few of them were lovely ladies. That would work for Rusty.
Rusty headed over to sign up for his turn and look for a song he could sing. Meanwhile, the microphone was currently in the hands of Chaz. The chubby teen was bobbing his head as the music began playing. Then the lyrics came onto the screen, a big smile coming to his face as he started to sing.
" Your butt is wide, well mine is too
Just watch your mouth or I'll sit on you
The word is out, better treat me right
'Cause I'm the king of cellulite
Ham on, ham on, ham on whole wheat, all right
My zippers bust, my buckles break
I'm too much man for you to take
The pavement cracks when I fall down
I've got more chins than Chinatown
Well, I've never used a phone booth
And I've never seen my toes
When I'm goin' to the movies
I take up seven rows
Because I'm fat, I'm fat, shamone!
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, come on you know
Don't you call me pudgy, portly or stout
Just now tell me once again who's fat"
From their place in line, Becky and Joey watched their friend dance and sing along to the lyrics. The two found themselves smiling as the crowd of kids began to cheer, a few even singing along with Chaz as he continued.
"You gotta admit he really owns it." Joey said.
"Just wait until they hear our duet of White and Nerdy!" Becky said, eager with anticipation.
"Can't wait until I get my turn." Rusty said as he walked over. "I'm gonna blow them away!"
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" asked a voice, startling all three of them.
They turned to see Rusty's little brother Rocky looking up at them. Rusty frowned at his brother for the mild scare, silently wishing he hadn't picked up the habit from a certain sister of a certain friend of his. But rather than scold him for said habit, Rusty was more focused on what his little brother had said.
"Of course I'm sure." he said. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Don't you remember what happened at last years family reunion?" Rocky asked. "We had karaoke there and when you got up to sing..."
Rusty frowned again. "So I had one too many sodas." he said. "Sue me. That's not gonna happen this time."
"Still though." Rocky said. "Maybe you should go to the bathroom before you get onstage?"
Rusty groaned. "Fine." he said walking towards the stairs. "I'll be right back."
Rusty stomped upstairs, avoiding a line outside of Lincoln's room and headed to the bathroom. He reached for the doorknob, only for the door to open before he could reach it. He took a step back, mentally kicking himself for nearly walking without knocking first. A good thing he hadn't done that too, as he noticed a surly looking girl was the one to walk out of the bathroom.
"All yours." Maggie muttered, just barely taking notice of the boy.
Rusty walked past her into the bathroom and Maggie made her way over to the stairs, stopping momentarily to look at the line. She walked over to the nearest person, a pudgy latino boy wearing a bow tie, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What's this line for?" she asked. "It wasn't here a couple minutes ago."
CJ turned around to look at Maggie. "It's the line for the ball pit slide." he said cheerfully. "Are you here for the slide too?"
Maggie rolled her eyes. "Yeah" she said sarcastically, crossing her arms "And then I want to frolic in a meadow of flowers."
"I don't think Lincoln has one of those here." CJ said.
Maggie cocked an eyebrow at the sincerity in his voice before shrugging. "Whatever." she said. "I'm too big for slides. And besides, slides are for kids and people who are desperately looking for something to help them to ignore the fact that thier lives are hollow and..."
The sound of laughter suddenly interrupted Maggie in the middle of her sentence. Much to her irritation, she found it was CJ who was the one laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" Maggie asked .
In between his laughter, CJ spoke "You talk funny." he told her.
Maggie's eye twitched a bit. "Excuse me?" she said. "You think that I talk funny?"
CJ nodded. "Uh-huh." he said with another laugh "You sound sleepy!"
Maggie frowned and looked away from CJ, her cheeks going slightly red. CJ noticed this, although his mistook the reason behind her action for something else.
"It's okay if you're afraid." he said. "I'll go with you."
Maggie turned back to face CJ, a look of anger in her eyes. "Afraid!?" she repeated "I'm not afraid of some stupid slide. I just don't..."
"Look." CJ said, interrupting her again as he moved closer to Lincoln's door. "We're next. C'mon, we can go down together."
Before she could react, CJ grabbed Maggie's hand and pulled her into Lincoln's room. She struggled to make him let go, but before she knew it, she was right behind him as he seated himself. Then she had just enough time to situate herself before they were both descending rapidly towards a kiddie pool full of colorful, plastic balls.
Maggie was unsure how to feel after that unexpected event. By all rights, she should have been furious with the boy for daring to just drag her along like that. But...she couldn't shake this odd feeling she was experiencing with as a result of his innocent impulsiveness. It was familiar, yet at the same time so very foreign to her that she couldn't quite place what it was.
"Woohoo!" CJ cheered, pumping his fists into the air. "That was really fun!"
Fun? Was that what it had been? Fun? Maggie hadn't really had fun like that since...she couldn't remember. Maybe, just maybe, that silly slide had been not so silly after all.
CJ got up and out of the kiddie pool. He held his hand out to her, gaining her attention.
"Come on." he said with a sweet smile. "I think there's something going on over there. It looks interesting!"
...or maybe there was something more to that strange feeling that Maggie was having than just a little fun. Maybe. She'd worry about it later. For now, she was just as curious as to what was going on in the back yard. From the looks of it a crowd had gathered and they were cheering for something. Maggie took CJ's hand and the two walked over to see whatever it was together.
It turned out that the thing that had so many onlookers was a big mudpit. And inside of the pit were three people. Well, two people and a large pig. One of the two people was a young boy with red hair who was wearing a striped referee shirt. The other was a high school student in a football uniform. Some of the people gathered around were other high schoolers, all of whom were cheering their classmate on.
"Alright y'all." Liam said, stepping between his family's pig and the challenger. "I want a good, clean match. Well, as clean as y'all can manage in mud that is. First one to squeal, loses!"
Liam put a whistle into his mouth and blew, signaling the start of the match. Virginia tackled the teen who had dared to take her on. Mud began to fly everywhere as the human and the pig tussled, the crowd cheering at the sight. Among the crowd was Ronnie Anne, just a short distance away from her cousin and his new friend. And the young Latina was practically bursting with excitement. She had been expecting lots of fun things at this party, but this had been one had caught her by surprise. The only thing that would be better than watching this would be getting to try wrestling that pig herself.
It was just too bad that wasn't going to happen. Her mother would never allow it. The thought of asking Lincoln to borrow a change of clothes so she could avoid getting her current outfit muddy crossed her mind. But there was still too much a risk that she would be caught. Not to mention that she didn't want to get Lincoln into trouble just because she asked for his help.
Then again, now that she was thinking about it...maybe he could do something to help her out! He was pretty good at convincing people to do things, maybe he could help her talk her mother into letting her wrestle! It was worth a try. She'd just need to hurry up and find him before too many people signed up to try their luck with the pig.
Ronnie Anne hurried to the back door of the house, which was currently wide open as a courtesy to the guests. Once inside she was pleased to see Lincoln not too far away. He was standing by the basement door, a box of glow bracelets by his feet and a bunch of colorful pieces of paper stacked in his hands. He was currently talking with a girl who was about their age. A girl who had him blushing a bit as he spoke with her.
Now that...that was something that Ronnie wasn't too pleased to see.
"So to be fair, I decided that I could let anyone go into the VIP area if they wanted." Lincoln explained, barely avoiding stuttering while she spoke. "If you want a bracelet, it will be five dollars and you have unlimited access. Or you could just spend three and get one of these punch cards. You get three punches per card and then you would be done until you get another one or the bracelet."
"You're charging money for them?" The girl asked, quirking her eyebrow at Lincoln.
"Well, yeah. But for you, Paige..." Lincoln said, reaching down to snag a red bracelet. "You can have one on me. Just keep it between us, okay?"
"Aw, thanks!'' Paige said, taking the bracelet and putting it on. "That's so sweet of you!"
She went to head down to the VIP area, brushing past the boy as she went. Lincoln shivered at the light touch and then swooned a tiny bit, a goofy smile coming to his face.
"She thinks I'm sweet!" he whispered to himself.
Ronnie Anne scowled. She had managed to catch that last part and was feeling less pleased than before. Gone were her desires to talk to Lincoln about asking for his help with her mother. Instead she just began to make her way towards the living room, wanting to find a can of soda. Lincoln saw her and gave her a friendly wave, but she ignored him as she went on her way.
The sounds of the many televisions with the different games being played on them was a welcome distraction. Ronnie found the cooler with all the sodas and grabbed a grape flavored one. As she pulled the tab and heard the hiss of escaping carbon, she noticed someone stepping up beside her. It was her cousin, Carlota.
"Someone looks jealous." the older girl noted.
"I'm not jealous." Ronnie flatly replied.
"I saw what happened in there." Carlota said. "And it's okay. I don't blame you for how you feel. If it were me, I'd be upset that some other girl was making moves on my man too."
"He's not 'my man'." the younger girl grumbled under her breath, staring down at the can in her hands. "At least not right now. She just better treat him right."
A short while later, Lincoln made his way down the basement steps into the dark of the VIP room. Loud techno music filled the air, and the dim light from several glow bracelets were scattered around the room. Lincoln carefully navigated his way around the kids on the dance floor and made his way over to the turntables where the DJ was playing music.
With some help from the school staff, Lincoln was lucky enough to contact the DJ who had been at the school's Sadie Hawkins Dance. After a short conversation and a bit of negotiating, he had managed to get him to agree to DJ at his party. Lincoln handed him an envelope stuffed with dollar bills he had collected from selling glow bracelets and punch cards to the party guests.
"Here you go." Lincoln said over the blaring music. "I'm afraid that I'm a bit short right now. But once the party is over I'll have more money from the VIP entry fee to finish paying you the amount we agreed on."
The DJ looked through the envelope, counting the money before tucking the envelope into his jacket.
"This is fine." the DJ said. "Keep the rest for yourself."
"Really?" Lincoln asked. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah." the DJ said pulling up a plate loaded with food from the buffet spread. "Trust me kid, this food is more than enough to cover what's missing."
He shoveled a few bites of food into his mouth before giving Lincoln a thumbs up. Lincoln returned the gesture before heading back to the dance floor. He pulled his gaming glasses out of his pocket and strapped them over his eyes. Turning them on, images of zombies flashed in front of his eyes and he smiled.
"Let's dance." he thought to himself.
Lincoln punched, kicked, and hip checked zombies as they came after him. He could see numbers flashing in front of his eyes as his score increased, but soon his score was second on his mind as the cheers began to ring out. Most of the kids had backed away from him, leaving him in the middle of the dance floor for them to watch him dance.
"Go Lincoln!" someone started to chant. "Go Lincoln!"
Lincoln peeked out from under his gaming glasses to see the other kids cheering him on. Smiling a bit wider, he pulled his glasses onto his forehead, rolled over onto his back and began breakdancing. The cheering got even louder.
"Go Lincoln!" everyone started to chant. "Go Lincoln!"
Lincoln began doing the worm to a chorus of even louder cheers. He looked up to see Carol Pingrey holding up her cell phone in his direction, recording him as he danced. Lincoln quickly stood up to wave his arms back and forth, and started to do the robot. As he danced, he started to think that he almost wished his sisters were there to see it. Almost.
Meanwhile, not too far away from the house, Vanzilla was parked on the side of a street that intersected with Franklin Avenue. The girls had been coming up with the best way to crash the party, keeping in mind that Lincoln had no doubt thought up something to keep them out in addition to his hired muscle. At some point during their planning, an interruption occurred that dragged Lori's attention from her sisters. Namely, her phone.
'Hey Lori.' the device sounded, signaling a social media update.
Lori's hand instinctively grabbed hold of her phone and brought it out into her line of sight. She stared at the screen for all of one second before scowling and letting out a soft growl. The update, posted by Carol, had included a video clip of none other than Lincoln. She showed the clip of their brother dancing in the center of a crowd of cheering party guests to the other Loud girls.
"Aw, look at how much fun he's having!" Leni chirped.
"Leni, we're mad at him, remember?" Lori reminded the second oldest Loud.
"Oh, right." Leni said, realization coming to her as she frowned and crossed her arms. "Like, he is gonna be in so much trouble for this. Right?"
Lori nodded. "That he is, little sister. Now, are there any other suggestions for how to get past Lincoln's 'security guards'?" She asked, making air quotes with her fingers.
"I still say we just bust the door down and charge inside!" Lynn said, cracking her knuckled. "And then we go and find our brother."
"Not happening." Lori said. "Breaking the front or back doors would just get us in trouble too. And right now the only one who should be in hot water is Lincoln. Anyone else have an idea?"
Luan's hand shot up. "I have an idea." she said. "The window in me and Luna's room doesn't lock anymore. So if one of us could get up there, they could open the window and get inside."
"Hmm, I like it but I doubt we could make it work. Lincoln had stuff in the back yard too. Anyone would be able to see us trying to get inside." Lori said.
"Dude, why not just have someone on the inside help us sneak in?" Luna suggested. "We all know people in there. So let's start asking them!"
"Now that is a good idea!" Lori said, lifting up her phone again. "And I know just who to ask!"
Lori started to text, her thumbs swiftly tapping the screen with expert precision. She sent her message and patiently awaited the response. To her delight, she received it quickly enough. As was to be expected of her beloved boyfriend. But the words that came onto the screen were not what she had been hoping to see.
"He said he can't!" She blurted out, completely shocked. "And he also said that nobody else would do it either because of Lincoln's rule!"
"What rule?" Luan asked.
"The one where no one can let us into the party or they'll also have to leave!" Lori explained, still staring at her phone's screen. "I literally cannot believe this!"
"So I guess my idea is down the tube." Luna said.
"You know what? That's fine!" Lori said, hopping back into the driver's seat. "So our friends don't want to get kicked out of our brother's awesome party. Whatever! I'm thinking that maybe they aren't the ones we need to talk to about this. Get in. Now."
The sisters piled back into Vanzilla and Lori drove around the corner onto their street. She pulled over a few houses down from their address and put Vanzilla back into park. Then she got out and looked to the other nine girls, giving them a stern glare.
"All of you stay put. I'm going in there by myself." She said, a strong look of determination in her eyes.
"What are you going to do?" Leni asked.
"I'm going to go right up to the door and demand to talk to Lincoln." Lori said. "If I can reason with him, then we can just put this all behind us and enjoy ourselves at the party. But if he doesn't..." she slammed her fist into her open palm. "Then I'm literally going to make him regret pulling this selfish little stunt of his!"
"Go Lori!" Lynn cheered, followed by the rest of the girls.
With her siblings supporting her, Lori advanced towards the house. There were no more people arriving to be let in, so neither Hank or Hawk were in sight at the moment. But she made sure to keep her eyes peeled all the same. She got onto the front porch and she pounded her fist on the door. It opened a moment later, revealing Hank. But before the bully could do or say anything, Lori held up her hand.
"I'm not going to try and get into the party." She said calmly. "But I would like to ask my brother for his permission to do so. Please go and get him for me."
Hank thought for a moment and then shrugged. "Sure, hang on a sec."
Hank went back inside the house, leaving Lori on the porch for a few moments until he came back with Lincoln by his side. Lincoln frowned up at his eldest sister, a look that she returned with equal fervor.
"May I help you?" he asked flatly.
Lori took a deep breath in through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. "Look, Lincoln. I get why you're mad at us. And I'm sorry that you didn't get to do what you wanted last Saturday. But keeping us out of the house is completely unfair!"
Lincoln's eyes narrowed. "One." he said with a mildly icy tone. "You clearly don't get why I'm mad at you all. Two, you're only sorry because I'm doing this, not because you feel bad. And three, I'm just keeping you out of my party. You can come back in the house when the party is over."
Lori ground her teeth, trying to keep her temper in check before she spoke again. "Don't you think it's a little selfish to keep your sisters out of your party like this?" Lori asked. "I mean, having so much fun without letting your family join in?"
"Oh, I dunno." Lincoln said as he folded his arms over his chest. "You got to choose which sisters you wanted to come to your 'sophisticated party', and I got the same choice. The only difference is you chose four of them and I chose none. Did you think it was selfish to keep me, Lucy, Lana, Lola, Lisa and Lily out of your party?"
Lori nervously rubbed the back of her head. "Well..." she began. "Maybe it was a little selfish, but I let you all come in the end. Isn't that what matters? And besides, I made you stay upstairs, not out of the house like you're doing with us now!"
Lincoln frowned at her, clearly not convinced with her argument. He quirked an eyebrow at her, making Lori sigh in exasperation.
"Look." she said. "This isn't about me. It's about you. And what you're doing."
"That's right." Lincoln said. "This is my party, Lori. Mine. Which means, unlike our weekend plans, it's all about me and what I want. I spent all week setting it up, making everything perfect. And so far everything is going great without you guys, So...why should I let you in?"
Lori trembled in anger. "We've been over this, Lincoln." Lori said hotly. "We vote on what to do on the weekends. Keeping you out wasn't personal, and we all would've outvoted you anyway. Why can't you just let that go?!"
"We've been over this Lori." Lincoln said, almost mockingly. "I set up this party for me, and for the people I invited. Keeping you guys out wasn't personal...well, actually it was completely personal. But being my sisters isn't a free pass to coast on the things I do. You guys weren't invited. Why can't you let just that go?!
Lori glared at Lincoln, her mouth twisted into an angry grimace. Lincoln simply stared at his sister blankly until a voice sounded from behind her, diverting his attention.
"Excuse us."
Lincoln and Lori looked to see Lincoln's teacher, Ms Johnson and the head of the school, Principal Huggins walking up to them on the porch.
"I hope were not too late for the party" Principal Huggins said, giving Lincoln a small nod as he stepped onto the porch.
"Not at all." Lincoln said reaching for the doorknob and opening it for them. "Head right on in."
The two school staff members went inside the house, as Lori stared slack-jawed.
"You invited your teacher and school principal?" Lori asked.
Lincoln shrugged. "Well, they weren't busy."
Lori could feel her blood starting to boil. She took another deep, slow breath and calmed herself a bit. Then she looked at her brother again and spoke to him with a gentle tone.
"Okay...you've made your point. We were off doing our thing, so you decided to do something for yourself. And you don't want us to be a part of it, not any one of us. Fine. But could you at least let us inside so we can go upstairs? We'll just hang out in our rooms until all of your guests have gone home."
For a moment, Lincoln pondered over Lori's words. But then he just crossed his arms and shook his head.
"I'm going to say 'no' to that. Even if some of you stay in your rooms, you and I both know that not all of you will. Lynn and Lola would definitely try to sneak down to join the party. And if they pull it off, what's to stop any of our other sisters from trying the same?"
"They won't! I'll make sure they don't try anything! I swear! Just let us in, please!" Lori blurted out, starting to run very short on patience with her brother.
"Careful Lori, you're starting to seem desperate. Not a good look for you." Lincoln said flatly.
"Lincoln...watch it..." Lori growled in warning, her anger beginning to bubble up again.
"Yeesh, relax already." Lincoln said, rolling his eyes. "I can't believe how much you're letting this get to you. I thought you'd be more mature about this. Is it really that important for you to come inside?"
Lori only glared at him in reply.
"Fine." Lincoln said, opening the door a little more. "You can step inside."
"...really?" Lori asked incredulously, her anger instantly replaced with bewilderment. "This isn't a trick?"
Lincoln shook his head and gestured her forward. Lori beamed widely and eagerly entered the house. The sight of the party decorations and all of the guests filled her field of vision. A feeling of giddiness filled her and she was practically jumping for joy. She had done it! She was inside, at the party! There was so much to do that she didn't even know where to start! No...wait...she needed to get the rest of the Loud sisters. If Lincoln had been willing to let her inside, then...
"And your time is up." Lincoln said, snapping his fingers. "Thanks for stopping by and enjoy the rest of your day."
Suddenly, Lori felt a pair of hands grab her. The next thing she knew, she was being lifted into the air and then thrown through it. She landed, almost face first, in the front yard. After the shock faded, she scrambled back up onto her feet and gawked at her brother and his cronie with wide eyes.
"But...you said I could go inside!"
"Yeah, I said you could step inside." Lincoln said. "And I let you do it. You took a step inside. I just never said you could stay. Bye now!"
The front door was shut again. Lori stared at it for a minute and then she slowly turned and walked back to Vanzilla. She sat in the driver's seat, put on her seat belt and then she put her hands on the steering wheel. After that she simply stared forward through the windshield. The other sisters waited for her to say something, but were left only with silence from the older girl.
"Uh, Lori? Are you okay?" Leni asked with concern.
"...no...not okay..." Lori deadpanned, her eyes still staring forward.
"So it went that bad, huh?" Lynn asked.
"...yeah...it did..."
"We saw you go in, what happened?" Luna asked.
"...what happened?" Lori repeated, her voice eerily calm. "What happened was our brother was messing with me. He said I could step inside. So I did. One step. And then I got thrown out not even a minute later."
Luan struggled to suppress a snort. "I see what he did there!" She blurted out, getting a dirty look from Luna. "I know, it's not funny."
"No...not funny...not at all." Lori droned.
"I must say that you are taking this suprisingly well." Lisa noted. "If anything, I would have presumed that you would be quite angry after that."
"Oh...I'm angry all right." Lori said, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "I'm angrier than I've ever been before. I don't even thing there's a word for how angry I am right now. I'm so angry that I can't even feel it. So none of you bother me for a while, okay? Because even the littlest thing might be enough to make me literally explode."
Leni, who was in the passenger's seat, slowly opened the door and got out. She then cautiously retreated a few steps back down the sidewalk and stood near Vanzilla's rear bumper, peering in through the windows. In one of the back rows, Lisa took out her phone and began to tap on the screen.
"Well then, since it seems rather concrete that our brother does not wish to allow us to attend his party, we should return to finding a way to infiltrate it and then commandeer the household." She said. "Fortunately, I can access the cameras that both Luan and I have set in place for our respective interests. Perhaps we can find a way through observing the party from within."
"Cameras?" Lucy repeated. "I thought mom and dad told you to take those down."
"And I did." Lisa said. "However our mother and father did not specify that I could not replace them afterwards. Therefore, I reconnected them all sometime later."
"Well come up to the front then." Luan said. "So we can all see."
Lisa moved around her siblings, accidentally stepping on laps, toes and fingers until she made it to the passengers seat. The Loud Sisters crowded around her as they all wanted to get a good view of the screen. After a few seconds, an image of the backyard appeared.
"So you have cameras outside, too?" Lucy asked.
"But of course." Lisa said. "In order to keep watch on the entire family at every possible moment there must be surveillance at every possible corner of our property. It's as simple as..."
"Hey!" Lana said suddenly, pointing at the screen. "There's my mudpit! Zoom in quick!"
Lisa zoomed in on the scene. Within the mudpit, another match was about to occur. The challenger to the porcine powerhouse this time was a young boy, no older than the twins. Many of the people watching were less than enthusiastic due to his age. One of them was practically frantic with tears.
"Carl! What are you doing down there?! It is far too dangerous for you! Get out of there!" Frida implored of her child.
"I'll be fine, Mom!" the boy arrogantly huffed, puffing out his chest. "I can handle this little cerdo. No problema."
" ¡Deja de tonterías este instante!" Frida shouted, handling a strong mix of anger and fear.
Carl paid his mother's demand no mind and faced his opponent. Virginia gazed at the boy, completely unimpressed. Her breakfast had been larger than this little one and would go down just as easily. Maybe even more easily. Pigs could smell fear just as well as anything else, and the close she got to him, the more he stank of it.
Virginia lunged, intentionally landing in the mud right in front of Carl. Mud splashed all over the boy's front, covering his face in a comical fashion. And as he wiped it from his eyes, Virginia let out a loud squeal not even an inch from his face. The sudden noise frightened the boy so badly that he was halfway out of the pit before he had time to realize it, and with Virginia hot on his tail.
The sisters watched, some holding back giggles, as Carl scampered over to his mother and up into his arms. Frida instantly took a hold of him, backing away from the still advancing pig. Virginia however, slowed to a stop just as she reached the edge of the pit. She gave Carl a smug, victorious look and then turned to leave. As she did so, she spat out a piece of cloth that she had in her teeth. It was the seat of Carl's pants.
"Oh no, not your new pants!" Frida gasped, checking to see how bad the damage was. To her dislike, she discovered that her son's Share Bears undies were clearly visible through the large hole in his pants. "Well, I think I can patch these up. Good thing I always have a sewing kit in the car. But these need to be washed first. There covered in mud! It is just mud, right sweetie?"
"MOM!" Carl cried out, blushing hotly at the blunt and embarrassing statement. "Everyone can hear you!"
Inside of Vanzilla, some of the sisters began to laugh at the boy's misfortune. But while Luan, Lynn and Lola giggled, Lana seemed completely upset. Her eyes began to well up with tears as she pouted in the first row of seats.
"It's not fair!" Lana said. "That's my mudpit! I should be wrestling that pig!" She lifted both legs and kicked the back of the seat in anger "How could Lincoln do this to me?!"
"Dude, chill!" Luna warned, her eyes going towards the driver's seat. "Lori is still pretty ticked. Let's not give her a reason to lose it, okay?"
"I can't help it!" Lana said. "I'm really mad at Lincoln for this!"
"We all are, Lana." Lynn said. "But throwing a fit in Vanzilla isn't gonna help. So just do what I'm doing and save that anger for when we get to kick Lincoln's scrawny butt. Right after we get into that party."
"Yeah, well we still gotta figure out a way to get in there first!" Luan pointed out. "It's pretty obvious that it's easier said than done! Those gorillas Lincoln has working for him aren't going to let us just walk on inside! Not unless it ends up like it did with Lori just now."
From her place in the front, Lori grumbled a bit. The sisters watched her for a moment, mildly fearful of the oldest among them. But once they saw that Lori was doing nothing, they all huddled together again to continue discussing their plans. Lola started to tap her chin a bit, seeming rather focused on something. She smiled after a moment and leaned forward to address the rest of the group.
"You know, Luan is right. They won't let us inside. But what if we looked like someone else?"
"Ooh, ooh! Does this mean what I think it means?" Lana asked, starting to get excited.
"Yup." Lola said, smirking at her twin. "Disguises. And I know just the place to get them. Someone tell Leni to get back in here and lets try to get Lori to snap out of it! The sooner we can get back, the sooner we can get back. And then, then we're going to kick Lincoln and his ugly, bully body guards out and make that party ours!"
A few minutes later, the old van was started again. As it drove past the Loud House, Hank took notice of it from the front porch where he was allowing in some more late arrivals. He grinned and turned to face Lincoln, who was accepting the latest payment for some VIP bracelets in the dining room nearby.
"Hey boss, looks like your sisters gave up. They just took off."
Lincoln joined him on the porch and saw that Vanzilla was indeed nowhere in sight. However he didn't seem as optimistic as Hank did about that fact. If anything, he began to feel suspicious.
"They left earlier and came back." he told the older boy. "So there's a good chance that they'll be back again. And knowing them, they aren't going to just give up so soon. They must have something planned to try and get into the party. We'll need to be ready for anything."
Hank nodded and Lincoln left him to his work. He then went over to the cooler and grabbed himself a grape soda. As he opened the can and took a sip, he made his way to find Hawk to let him know about what was going on. His sisters might be back in a few minutes for all he knew, not that it would matter. He knew he was more than ready for whatever they had in store for him. Heck, he was almost looking forward to it.
"Okay girls." Lincoln thought with a smirk. "Let's see what you've got."
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