Alright, third time I'm writing today. The third installment and episode two of The Louder House. May hold some similarities to Chore and Peace.
We now see Toby dragging around five garbage bags around the house, why well he'll tell.
"It's chore day in the Loud household, and taking out the trash is MY job. It's not TOO bad... unless there's 25 people living in a single house, it tends to.." he went wide eyed at the trash in the upstairs bathroom, it looked like a mountain. "pile up.
But we all have to do our part. Even if it's really really gross." While the sole lone child was doing that. Lance just takes the hairs out of the drain, which was little. Ruby and Rosetta vacuum and dust around the house respectively. The comedy twins and sports quads do the dishes, along with Roman and Razor. The handy twins scooped the pets' poop, two cats, three dogs, two canaries, three hamsters in tiny hamster balls, and two snakes Ludo brought home and tamed. The diva twins made the beds. And The oldest did the laundry while watching the baby twins. Toby had always thought he had the short end of the stick because he got garbage duty from over twenty kids, he was sure he will never smell again.
He couldn't take it.
"ATTENTION SIBLINGS!" Everyone stopped what they were doing to hear what Toby was whining about this time. "I have gotten a raw deal in this house!"
"You mean your grey hair. I think it looks kinda cool." Lance said happily "it reminds me pappy."
"I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT OUR GRANDFATHER, THIS IS ABOUT MY CHORE! It's the hardest out of all the chores in this house, and it's not fair I get it because I DON'T have a twin or triplet or anything."
"Listen here Tobe, even with our birth mates we do just as much work as you. Maybe more." Locke told the middle child.
"Yes talking Nikki over the phone while waiting for underwear to be dry is SO MUCH HARDER than dragging nine garbage bags around a seventy yard radius house." he said sarcastically "you guys are the lucky ones. Just look at the brainy bunch, I mean what do THEY do?" he gestured to Leroy, Roddy and Rowan who each had a clipboard and headset on the coach.
"Excuse me," Rowan covers her micro phone "We DO the BILLS Toby." She reminded the grey haired Loud.
"Well if you think your chores are so hard, then you wouldn't mind trading with ME."
"Tobe, with twenty three kids there's a delicate balance in this vicinity. One wrong move and this place will be a complete dump." Rhonda told him sternly.
"What's wrong with that?" Ludo asked.
"Well in that case..." We now see Toby marching around with a picket sign with a trashcan in a circle with a slash. "One two three four, I won't do your dumb ole chore!"
"What are you doing now?" asked an annoyed Rhonda.
"I'm on strike until someone switches chores with me. Five six seven eight. Garbage day will have to wait."
"But what do I do with all this poop?" Robin asked while lifting several tiny poop bags.
"Nine ten eleven twelve, take that poop out your self."
"Will you stop speaking in chants Lame-O?" Asked R.J.
"Thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen, uuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he then tried to think of a rhyme for sixteen.
While he's doing that pan out to see the mid sections of the parents of the house hold. We see one had an orange sweater on an jeans, while the other one had on a purple hoodie and blue yoga pants. They were the father and mother respectively of the twenty three siblings.
"This looks like it could get intense, think we should intervine Lame O Sr." asked the one in purple.
The one in orange dismissed "Nah, I want to see what he can rhyme with sixteen. Besides this just like what happened to me at Toby's age."
"Why am I not surprised?"
"Let's just let the kids deal with this themselves, they could learn something from this."
"hmm I guess, and while they're doing that, how about we get back smashing zombies online?"
"You read my mind."
Later
A few minutes into the strike Lexi was balancing books on her head "...and that's why I should be the next Miss. Cute and Mean-WAH" she practiced her speech before tripping over a pile of garbage.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."
Ruby and Rosetta
The musical thirds of the second oldest set of kids were practicing for an upcoming concert. They were also joined by a really tall man in a camo vest jacket, black jeans, and black boots. This was their roadie Paul.
"What you think Paul?" Asked Ruby.
"It stinks." the giant replied in a British accent.
"Way harsh man." said Rosetta.
"Not the song, your room" Paul corrected then left "Paul's gotta blow."
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"
Lance
The ditzy boy of the batch was getting ready for a shower but found the tub full of trash "Yuck"
Tonight
Toby was just walking out of the bathroom, and then heard his sibling from the eldest twins' room.
"Princess can't live in this BARN!" Remi complained.
"This is too bad even for me." Ludo agreed.
"We all know what we must do right?" Locke said.
Toby feeling they gave in, went to his room for the night. "hey hey hoo hoo, tomorrow I get a new cho or... Good thing they're giving up, because I'm out of rhymes."
Tomorrow
Toby was just waking up, he looked for a new out fit in place of his purple sleep shirt and pants but found nothing. He went downstairs to find Locke and Rhonda leaning against the walls.
"Uhh guys, where's all my clean laundry?"
"About that dude we didn't do it." Locke said.
"WHAT?" they then held up signs with slashed circles with a shirt on it.
"You two are going on strike?" he then saw everyone holding up signs saying they are not doing their chores either.
"We all are." Lyla stated.
"Which means no laundry, no dishes." Rhonda said.
"AND no bill, Stacy cut the power and water. We're going off the grid." Leroy finished.
"One two three four, I won't wash your clothes no more." Locke chanted.
"Chores, what are they good for?" Ruby started.
All the other siblings finished "ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!"
With the parents
"Now can we intervene?"
"Not yet hon, they can do this themselves. Back to making zombie soup?"
"Fine Lame-o"
After the twenty three way strike things have gotten worst. The house was now a pig stine. They was no lights, everyone was wearing garbage in place of their regular clothes, and it was completely covered in trash, dirt, and poop. Two days into this there was a twenty one way fight, until they heard faint crying. They went to Layla and Randy's shared crib but found a racoon. "GAH" Robin then chucked the vermin out the window. Tony then realized "Wait, if that was a racoon... then where's Layla and Randy?" he asked fearfully. They all gasped then desperate looked through the trash.
"I can't find him." Roman said.
"Me neither." Lulu replied.
"WE'VE LOST OUR BABY BROTHER AND SISTER FOREVER!" Razor screamed.
"Not yet, but there's a way." Toby then held up his strike sign "I declare this strike OVER" which he broke over his knee, which hurt "WHO'S WITH ME?"
"WE ARE!" everyone then broke their signs.
Leroy called Stacy "Stacy how soon can we get back on the grid" he check his watch "62 hours, what if I threw in a cheesecake?"
And then the lights went on, they then all did their chores. Laundry done, hair removed, dishes washed, beds made, poop scooped, garbage taken out, in just six seconds flat. But no babies.
"We did all our chores but still no Layla and Randy." Locke said sadly.
"Sigh this all my fault, I can still hear their little giggling." which we did.
"Toby what are you talking about?"
"Oh mom I'm sorry you ha d to hear this but we lost" he heard the giggling and realized "Layla? Randy?" They saw the babies in the parents arms. Mom had Randy, and dad had Layla "You guys had them the whole time?"
"Of course Tobe, we wouldn't leave them in that mess would we?" The mom asked.
"I'm glad you guys figured this out. And never try another stunt like that again okay?"
"yes dad" everyone said.
Soon Toby was throwing away all the broken signs from the strikes "Well guys, I learned that we all have a part we must do. Otherwise everything will get stinky."
"HEY LOUD" Toby turned to see his neighbor Ms. Shirellia, who was a woman in her possibly sixties in a blue gown "Don't bother, there's no trash pick up this week, the garbage men are striking for more money!"
"Wait, they get PAID to take out the trash?"
five seconds later
"ONE TWO THREE FOUR, GIVE US CASH OR NO MORE CHORES" back to striking with the twenty three kids.
"Now this is a problem."
"Well shall we deal with this... Ronnie?"
"We shall... Linc."
And that's all I got.