As Rita concludes her story, the smaller siblings recently finish sorting out the vintage family photos, most especially Lincoln's infant photos, placing them on designated boxes.
"Well, I never thought Lincoln's baby stories would be that…detailed," Lucy comments, "But then, there are more complex stories I Gothic literature. And that is why I love them."
"There's one thing though," Lola points out. "There are stuff you haven't made clear though, like where did Lincoln's white hair came from?"
"Or how he started to like wearing only in his underwear…" Lana adds.
"Or when did he develop his bucked tooth…" Lisa also adds.
"Nya nya nya nya nya phffffffttttt…" Lily grumbles in baby speak, which translates to "why did he loved reading comics in the first place".
"Or how did Lori's story differ from dad's story of how Lincoln was born…" Lucy raises the final blowing plot hole.
"Well…" Lincoln tries to explain the fact, but stutters to find a concrete basis. "But wouldn't it sound cool that I was delivered by the First Lady of the United States…"
Even with such expansive expression, Lucy's reaction is static. "That would sound less impressive and more implausible to happen."
"Please," Lincoln boasts. "It's not like the writer of this thing makes a better break-in-the-vents heist story than the one dad gave from long ago." He ends with looking at the people who are reading this chapter.
But since the writer he is referring to are his sisters, they overhear his statement and confront him.
"Literally have any problem with that story, little bro?" Lori asks fiercely.
"Nothing, really nothing," Lincoln replies cowardly.
"You really don't know what it feels like crawling in a dusty air vent and having your dream performance be ditched just because your baby brother is dancing in his diaper."
"Okay, I get it. I was a baby back then. How would I know?"
"Yeah, you are." She then shifts her threatening tone. "And you're still my baby brother until now."
Lincoln is surprised by her sudden change in her tone.
Luna follows it up, "Yeah dude, we just couldn't get enough of carrying you around."
"Or dressing you up," Leni jokes.
"Or making you my junior assistant. Get it?" Luan follows it up.
"Or just as a junior team player," Lynn adds. "Sheesh, I never thought I would be this clichéd since my time with the Turkey Jerkies."
"It was all fun with you as an infant," Lori concludes, "But still, you're our baby brother to us."
"Awww guys…" Lincoln remarks before he gives a hug to his older sisters. The younger ones, still clinging on to the boxes of photos wide open, are also delighted to see this feat.
"This is so cute I need to take a picture of this," Rita remarks and pulls out a camera to capture the touching sibling image on time
But the story conflict rears its ugly head when a gust of wind blows the pictures away from the box and brings to another open window in the dining room.
"OHHH NOOO!" the siblings scream. Their eyes set on the photos that cling to the furniture the wind passes by. But most of the photos fly away to the window.
"Lincoln's photos!" Lynn shrieks, "They're gone!"
"Please come back!" Leni shouts to them.
"Leni, they don't come back that way," Luna reminds her.
"Well, just like the Cloud, they come flying away," Lincoln utters hopelessly while gives a wordplay reference to the episode "The Whole Picture".
But the younger siblings, except for Lucy, step in to give out the solution.
"Not if we can help it!" Lola says confidently.
Lisa then sounds off, "Younger subordinates, battle stations!" At her signal, the four of them proceed to their respective assignments. Lola prepares her ninja suit with Lily as her partner, and Lana and Lisa board on their Pacific Rim-inspired mecha, complete with a dual controller scheme.
On Lola's side, with a helpful vision goggles that help her trace the flown photos, Lola stealthily retrieves the vintage photos in one swoop. A particular challenge is grabbing the photos firmly but safely to avoid tampering. Luckily, that is when Lily steps up and grabs the photo in a safe clasp. With her smooth hands, they provide a safe way to grab the photos while in the wind.
But the common challenge for them is the attack of the wind warriors with their sharp gusts and swift sweeps. But the two are experienced in stealthy combat that they overtake the warriors for grabbing the photos in their hands. Once the two are able to retrieve the photos, they race back to the sacred tea room and store them in a plastic container box.
"Brilliant skills, aite," Lola commends Lily.
"Mondai nai," Lily sputters in gibberish.
On Lana's side, both she and Lisa power up their mecha to vacuum the flowing photos and place it in a safe receptacle. Their mission is easy at first, with retrieving the photos in accessible locations like the tree or around the yard. But they have to deal with the emerging of an opponent, the Tough Wind monster Gojira.
"This looks like a challenge, Lisa," Lana says, pointing out the monster's scheme to eat up Lincoln's baby photos.
"It just needs an opposing force to alter its course of motion," Lisa suggests.
"Which means…?"
"Throw in the Flemish bond."
With that, they unleash a force that resembles more of a brick wall than an actual shield. They strike it to the wind beast but it makes less injury. They strike more force orbs until in the eleventh attempt, the beast burst like a gas leak, threatening the photos. Luckily, the two detect the presence of the photos and make them form telepathic force shields.
"That would protect them," Lana says.
The four siblings then rendezvous to the yard and store all the photos in the plastic boxes. They classify the photos according to Lincoln's group ages and have them be stored safely.
"Now, that would do it," Lana says.
"Well, it could only take a geological cataclysm or an unprecedented felon that could cause for these archival documents to get lost again," Lisa utters in confidence.
"Fat chances," Lola assures. "As long as we can take down any of the wind's army by ourselves."
Just after Lola brags defeating their opponents in one swoop, the Wind Army arrives in the form of old-fashioned war aircrafts with distinctive propellers.
"Fat chances, my dear sister," Lana sarcastically.
"It is a 30% chance we can overthrow that aerial squadron by our forces," Lisa concludes.
Eventually, Lincoln steps in the party. "We'll take it from here!"
"Lincoln, how did you get here?" a puzzled Lola asks. "And how were you able to figure out this not fantasy sequence."
"Logical explanations are for later," Lincoln says, "For now, we have a fleet to defeat." He then hollers, "Louds, roll out!"
Each sister then emerges, driving their respective vehicles: Lori in a van, Leni in a convertible, Luna in a motorcycle, Luan in a clown car, Lynn on an ATV and Lucy in a hearse, because of course. Each vehicle then morphs to join one another to form a larger mecha. After he beams to the head of the mecha, Lincoln leads the troop to fight off the fleet ala Power Rangers.
"Alright team, we got one shot at this," he expounds patriotically.
"What should we do Commander Lincoln?" Lori asks.
"I say we unleash the Blackout Force."
"But sir, it is one strike at that. And it might be our last chance," Lynn brings up the comeuppance.
"We need to have faith. Wind Army won't stop unless we diminish their energy. We have to try."
"Yes sir!" Lynn replies.
"Lt. Lucy, power up the mecha."
"Right away, commander," she responds.
"Sgt. Lynn, position the mecha for fire."
"Aye aye, commander!"
"Lt. Luan, track all incoming aircraft."
"Tracking, commander."
"Lt. Leni, try to relax."
"Yes commander!"
"General Lori, lock targets."
"Target locked, commander!"
"And Sgt. Luna, cue the theme music."
"Yes, our admirable commander!" She then plays Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song" in the background as they prepare to strike to the emerging squadron with an energy-depleting force.
"Ready guys?!"
"READY!" With that, they strike it to the fleet. And in a silent explosion outside of a Michael Bay film, all of the enemy airplane vanquish from the airspace.
Of course, everything is all just another Rugrats/Walter Mitty-sque dream sequence that the older kids join in to help their younger sisters retrieve Lincoln's old baby photos by blocking the sources of passing wind, like from fans and ventilators.
They then huddle to store the photos in a safe plastic container box.
"I think that does it," Lana declares, prompting the Loud children to cheer in celebration.
"Wow! Thanks guys for helping with the photos!" Lincoln expresses his gratitude, then gives a special mention to his younger siblings, "But especially to you Lola, Lana, Lisa and Lily."
"To us?" Lisa asks unsurely.
"Well yeah," Lincoln answers. "If it weren't for your wild imagination, we wouldn't have this fun throwback in the first place. I am sure each of you would have a great history in the making."
"Ohh bro!" Lana then embraces his brother, so does Lily.
"Though this highly intellectual being requires a balance of professional and personal affection," Lisa says before she joins in.
"Awww…" the older sisters react.
"We could use a hug too," Luna says and joins the group hug, dragging Leni and Luan with her.
"Why not?" Lori joins in.
"Too tough to handle, but okay." Lynn follows suit.
"How about you Lola and Lucy?" Lincoln asks his younger sister.
"Well, I could use some boost in my emotional health," Lola finally agrees to join in. "Maybe it's not spooky's thing."
With a sigh, Lucy utters, "This spooky thing has feelings too. If I don't have, I would just not watch Vampires of Melancholia." She then squeezes in to the hug, leaning closer to Lincoln.
For that, the children take their time to be at each other's embrace. Rita seizes the opportunity to take a picture of them.
Lincoln addresses to the readers, "Well, that's a wrap. It is fun to always go back to the good times you have a child. While we want them to last long, we always have memories to remind us how good they are. But right now, let's seize every present moment."
Suddenly, Lola interrupts, "Yeah…but you still have to answer the plot holes of the story."