Author's Note: The following story is based on The Sweet Spot episode.
(James' and Normand's mansion, day. The two Europeans are there, enjoying themselves by some online gaming.)
James: So, what are we going to do for now, Normand?
Normand: No idea. Perhaps we could set off some fireworks for fun.
James: Why not? Not like we have plenty of stuff to do anyway.
Normand: Yeah. Come on.
James: (to readers) You'd think you'd like living here with friends like Lincoln and others. I gotta admit, though - it's really nice here, depsite all the flaws you may have to face around here.
Normand: (to readers as well) He's right, guys. Despite that things may look like crazy on the surface, the town is not that bad, really.
(But just as they're about to set their feet in the backyard, James recieves a text from Lincoln.)
James: Hold on, just got a word from someone.
Normand: OK. Who wrote to you, though?
James: It's Lincoln, he just told me something. (pulls out his phone, and it says, "Hey guys, it's Lincoln. Why don't you two come over to my place? I'd like to spend some time with you, if that's fine.") He asks if we'd like to come over to his house.
Normand: I'm down.
James: Alright, let's go, then.
5 minutes later...
(The two make it to the Loud residence, and enter Lincoln's room.)
James: So why did you called us over, Lincoln?
Lincoln: We have a family trip coming this morning, and since all the seats are nightmare to sit on with people like my sisters, I'd like your help to figure which one is the best. I wanted to ask Clyde, originally, but he's away with his dads as we speak.
James: I see.
Normand: Let's get started then, shall we?
Lincoln: Alrighty. So...
Sometime later...
Lincoln: So that's my plan with which I can have a peaceful trip with the one and only Sweet Spot.
Normand: OK. Although I'm not sure myself it it'll work.
Lincoln: How come?
James: Well, do you think sisters would've overheard us?
Lincoln: Relax, guys, they're outside right now as we speak, probably doing their usual everyday stuff.
James: Ah. OK.
Lincoln: In the meantime, wanna play some games?
Normand: Alright.
James: Sure thing.
(While they do so...)
James: So Normand, do you wish to go back to California?
Normand: Of course I do, Jimmy. It's not like I have forgotten about the gang that we used to have lots of fun with.
James: Couldn't agree more, dude. Besides, something tells me that we may have to stay here for the rest of our lives, but I'm not really sure myself.
Normand: Yeah, I can tell.
James: There's one more thing, but I can't digest it...yet.
Normand: I understand, no worries.
James: OK.
Several hours later...
(The three boys come outside on the front yard.)
Lincoln: Thank you guys for coming, it was sure fun gaming with you two.
James: No problem.
Normand: It was nothing, really.
Lincoln: See you guys later.
James: Later, dude.
Sometime later...
(It's nighttime now, and we enter Lincoln's room.)
Lincoln: (hears final switch going off, and to readers) And that, guys, is my cue for step 2 of Operation: The Sweet Spot - manipulate my sisters into taking seats somewhere else in the Vanzilla.
(A montage is shown of Lincoln walking to his sisters and convincing them to seat somewhere as he asks to, and they all agree. Then, when he's done, he retreats to his room, only for Lisa to come in a bit later.)
Lisa: Hey, Lincoln?
Lincoln: What's up, Lisa?
Lisa: I have one addendum to our legally binding verbal agreement. I'll sit behind you only if Luna's not next to me. Her singing gives me an extreme case of tinnitus.
Lincoln: Sure thing, Lisa.
(Lisa leaves, then Lincoln goes outside with his bag, enters the van.)
Lincoln: Alrighty, all set, now for some shuteye. (yawns, and fluffs up his travel bag and uses it as a pillow as he sleeps.)
(Just then, there's a banging at the window, waking him up and it's revealed to be his sisters looking pretty pissed.)
Lincoln: Oh! The heck...? (rolls down the window) What the fudge is it now?!
Lola: What are you up to, Lincoln?
Lincoln: (acting) Me? I'm not up to anything. Just, you know, catching some Z's in the car, like guys do.
Lori: (livid) Oh yeah? Then what's...THIS?
(They show Lincoln his seating chart, having found out about his operation.)
Lincoln: (infuriated) You went in my frigging room?!
Lori: That's not the hot issue right now.
Lincoln: Bullpoop!
Lana: What's the Sweet Spot? And why are the heck you in it?
Lincoln: Oh, it's, uh...it's the worst seat in the whole car! I put myself in it so none of you would have to suffer.
Lucy: Then why is it called the Sweet Spot?
Lincoln: Because I'm being...uh...sweet?
Lisa: (calculating on the trunk door) According to my calculations, the Sweet Spot is actually the best seat in the car for various reasons including air circulation, proximity to parental units, and the lack of chewable adhesive on the cushion.
Lincoln: (outraged) It took me eight months to figure that out, for freak's sake! (he headpalms in frustration, as his sisters glare angrily at him)
Lisa: Shocker.
Lori: Well, if that's the best seat, then I should get it. (looks down at her siblings) I'm the oldest.
Luna: You'd just barf all over it, dude! I should have it!
Lola: Beauty before age!
Lana: (retorts) Yeah! So I should get it!
Luna: That seat belongs to me!
Leni: No! I want it!
Lincoln: You can yell all you want, but I'm already in the seat. And possession is 9/10 of the law.
Lynn: (threatening) You're gonna possess a bruise in a minute!
(The girls all glare at Lincoln, demanding him to hand over the Sweet Spot.)
Lana: Get him!
Lincoln: Ah...fiddlesticks.
(Lincoln ducks down, rolls up the window, and locks the door, before they can attack and thinks he's safe. His sisters angrily yell at him, as he stares at them and laughs in triumph, but to Lincoln's shock and dismay, Luan opens a door and is very pissed off.)
Lincoln: (laments) Dang it. I forgot about the frigging broken lock.
(Luan tries to deck Lincoln but the latter counterattacks with a kick in the chest against the former, and both of them are brawling. Luna joins in and the rest as well.)
Lincoln: Let go of me!
(They all start fighting over the Sweet Spot at an intense level that causes everyone in the neighborhood to wake up over the commotion. James and Normand are first to react and come outside in their normal clothes, seconds after the beginning of the fight.)
James: Whoa, huh, holy s[BEEP]. That's really gotta hurt.
Normand: Yeah. Man, I just hope their f[BEEP]ing level of stupidity to fight over silly things isn't that high.
James: Same here. Suppose we should step in while Vanzilla is still alive?
Normand: Yeah, because we already got a solution of our own.
James: Indeed we do, dude. Ready?
Normand: You bet I am. Let's roll.
James: Alrighty. Here goes...
(James takes out his loudspeaker and proceeds to yell in it to calm down the Loud siblings.)
James: STOP FIGHTING!
(The sisters recoil in shock and surprise from hearing that at big volume, but comply, nonetheless. Rita, Louds' mother, saw the moment from the window of Lori's and Leni's room, and is relieved that someone did calm them down for her. James puts it back in his pocket. They look around and notice James and Normand.)
Rita: (to Lynn Sr.) Whew, at least someone actually did me a favor for once.
Lynn Sr: Couldn't agree more, honey.
(Outside...)
Lori: Jimmy?
Luan: Normand?
Lynn: What are you two doing out here this late?
James: We saw what was happening just now, and we have a solution of our own to this thing.
Lincoln: You do?
Normand: Yeah. Let's go inside so we can talk it out.
Lori: ...OK.
(The adults with Louds go inside the house. A meeting is happening in the living room.)
James: Listen, we know how to fix this.
Normand: Yeah. You see, we purchased ourselves both sports car and real bus a while ago.
Lynn Sr: A bus?! Cool! You guys MUST be rich!
James: Well...we are, not going to lie here.
Normand: Yeah. Anyways, here's our proposal. I'll be driving you girls into your destination in our bus, while James, on the other hand, will be following us with Lincoln inside his sports car. What do you say?
Lori: Sounds cool, guys, but what about our parents?
Rita: Yeah, don't we get to ride with you?
James: I have a better idea.
(James takes out his chequebook, writes down on one cheque, rips it out and hands it over to Lynn Sr.)
Lynn Sr: What's this?
James: A cheque, for $9,000.
(Everyone, expect Normand, widens their eyes and drops their jaws in surprise from getting such thing.)
Rita and Lynn Sr: N-nine thousand dollars?!
James: You two can have a vacation of your own, go wherever you like. It's just you two, having fun without having to deal with your kids' problems.
Rita: Wow. You guys the best indeed. Lincoln was right about you, you two are nicest guys we ever met.
Normand: It's our pleasure. Well anyway, it's really late now, so catch you all in the morning.
James: G'night, everyone.
Louds: Bye-bye!
(The European duo go back to their mansion, sleep in their respective bedrooms, and then, the next morning, they stay true to word. Normand is driving the Loud girls to their original destination in their bus, with James and Lincoln following them in his sports car, and Loud parents are going over to Italy in a plane on James' tab.)
(In the bus, the girls are having fun with each other, no need for the perfect seats, they can switch their seats at anytime, and bus itself already has 40 seats.)
Lucy: Normand.
Normand: (not scared at all, surprisingly) 'Sup, Lucy?
Lucy: Can I seat with you? I'd like to have some time with you, to learn more about you.
Normand: Sure thing. Not like I have nothing better to do anyways.
Lucy: Thank you. (seats next to Normand and they proceed with their peaceful chatter)
(In the James' car, the two follow the bus while Lincoln enjoys himself with soda and latest Ace Savvy issue.)
Lincoln: (to readers, from James' car, drinks some soda) You know, I think I kinda really like James and Normand, since they saved us with their kind offering to make the trip their way around. And for that, I am thankful to them.
James: And that's not all, Lincoln. We got huge load of portable video games and Ace Savvy comics stashed in the trunk of this car.
Lincoln: YES! YES! YES! (keeps shouting so in happiness and excitement)
THE END