Later that evening, Timmy opened the kitchen refrigerator, grabbed a rare t-bone steak and gently placed it over his right eye.

"So your school has an entire week dedicated to kids pranking each other?" Lincoln asked.

"Yeah…" Timmy sighed. "The one who pranks the most gets to be the Prank King. To make a long story short, Francis is the Prank King and we all have to suffer a week of his chaotic pranks."

"An entire week of chaotic pranks…" Lincoln shuddered. "And I thought we had it bad on April 1st."

"Yeah, Dimmesdale Elementary has it bad… except now Francis is going to focus all his pranks on me, all because there's no honor among victims!" Timmy yelled. "Speaking of which, where you?"

"Hiding," Lincoln answered.

"From Francis?" Timmy asked.

"No, from one of the popular kids," Lincoln answered in an annoyed tone. Noticing the curious look on Timmy's face, Lincoln started to explain exactly what happened to him earlier that afternoon. He was beginning to tire of Chad and Tad's talks over how rich they were and decided that it was time to sneak away.

"Hey, look!" Lincoln pointed to his left. "A kid that claims that he's richer than the two of you combined!"

That was all it took for Tad and Chad to leave. They couldn't believe that there was someone who was richer than both of them. Satisfied that his plan worked, Lincoln let out a relieved sign and started to make his leave until he was approached by the popular, but not as popular as Trixie, Veronica.

"You're Timmy's pen pal, right?" she asked.

"Yeah…" Lincoln answered; unsure if should have told her that.

"So, how much does he talk about me in his letters?" Veronica asked. "You know how much he's into me right?

"Actually, I think he likes a girl named Trixie," Lincoln corrected.

Veronica went silent for a moment and then calmly placed a Trixie wig on her head.

"I AM TRIXIE!" Veronica screamed.

The startled 11-year old simply stared at the unhinged girl before extending his left index finger.

"Look! It's Timmy!" Lincoln shouted. Veronica immediately turned around and found nothing behind her. She turned back towards Lincoln and was shocked to find that he was gone. As Veronica started his search for him, Lincoln, hiding in a nearby bush started to wonder exactly was with the popular kids in Timmy's school.

"Ah, the crazy one," Timmy said, expressing his sympathies.

Timmy knew full well what it was like to be around Veronica when she's like that and it's not fun. Still he found it a little funny that Lincoln was startled by an "eccentric" girl considering who he lives with.

"You know for someone who says that he was no luck with girls, you sure have quite a few girls that show interest in you," Lincoln pointed out.

Confused, Timmy started to count the number of girls that he knew liked him by hand and subtracted the crushes that ended up going nowhere, causing him to end with only 2 fingers up. Lincoln then raised up two more fingers, causing Timmy even further confusion.

"Okay we're getting off track here," said Timmy. "What am I going to do about Francis? I have no magic and he's big and gray!"

As Timmy continued pointing out all of Francis' negative traits, Mom and Dad walked in and noticed the steak covering Timmy's eye.

"Timmy, what did I say about playing with the meat?" Dad reminded him in a stern tone. "You can only do it on March 5th."

Timmy lowered the steak, revealing his blackened eye.

"Egads!" Dad exclaimed. "Who dared to lay a finger on my son?!"

"Francis," Timmy answered.

"The hoodlum who once kicked us out of our house?" Mom remembered.

"This will not stand!" Dad announced. "I will not rest until that child leaves my son alone!"

Timmy couldn't believe his ears. His parents were exactly concerned and were going to help him with his bullying problem? It was enough to almost cause him to tear up a little.

"You know what we have to do right?" Mom said.

"Yes… We'll go to the school board and start the very lengthy process of filing a complaint!" Dad declared. Timmy's newfound hope quickly disappeared. Despite his parents' intent to help, he was still going to suffer through Prank Week alone. Though he still felt a little happy that his parents were taking the initiative to help him in any way.

With a plan in mind, Timmy's parents rushed out of the kitchen, passing the Loud Sisters on their way out.

"Where your parents going?" Luna asked.

"Something about the school board," Timmy shrugged.

The girls then turned their attention towards and were shocked to find Timmy's black eye.

"Whoa! What happened to your eye?" Lynn asked.

"I got pranked/punched," Timmy sighed. "It's all a part of Prank Week."

"Prank Week!?" Luan exclaimed, thrilled by the thought of an entire week dedicated to pranking.

"Only at Dimmesdale Elementary!" Timmy and Lincoln instantaneously responded. There was no way that they were going to let Luan have an excuse to act like she does on April 1st for an entire week.

"Oh…" Luan muttered, disappointed. After a few seconds of silence, a devious smirk appeared on her face and she quickly took her leave.

"Who did it?! Who had the guts to assault you?!" Lola fumed. Timmy thought about listing all the people who would hurt him, but figured he didn't have all day to do so. He told them of Prank Week and how he was Francis' only target.

"That so? Well then maybe we should have a little talk with this Francis," Lori said, her sisters agreeing with the sentiment. To Timmy's complete surprise, the Loud Sister scoured the entire house for tools as if they were preparing for war. Once they were done, they marched out of the house, leaving Timmy awestruck.

"Cool! Siblings who stick up for me even though they aren't my siblings!" Timmy cheered. "Way better than Tommy."

"Who?" Lincoln asked.

"Long story," said Timmy.