A ringing sound can be heard. Cut to inside the classroom, where Lincoln is drooling and looking at the clock. From his perspective, he is hallucinating the clock as a mac 'n' cheese bite.
"Mmm!" murmured Lincoln, dreamily. "Mac 'n' cheese bites!"
"Hey!" says Liam quietly. "Psst! Lincoln! What'd you get for Number 1?"
"Mac 'n' cheese!" Lincoln exclaimed dreamily.
Liam was jotting that down. "Thanks, bro."
"Really?" Zach questioned. "I thought the Native Americans gave the Pilgrims corn."
"If Lincoln says mac 'n' cheese, that's good enough for me," Liam replied.
"I can't focus at all today," Lincoln said, worried. He said to the viewers, "Last night, Dad made his famous mac 'n' cheese bites for dinner and in order to make all that cheesy goodness last, I saved three bites for after school. But, if I'm going to get through this day without losing my mind, I'm going to have to stop thinking about them."
"Boy, you really like your dad's Mac N Cheese bites, huh buddy?" J.D. asked.
"I love them J.D," Lincoln replied.
The intercom is buzzing.
"The following students, please report to the principal's office: Mac and Chaz," Cheryl said over the intercom.
"Alright, everyone," Mrs. Johnson began. "Pencils down and let's go over the worksheet." She holds out the answer sheet. "Who has the answer to Number 1"
Liam waves his hand excitedly. "Oh, oh, me! It's mac 'n' cheese and if I'm wrong, you can flunk me." He winks at a worried Lincoln..
"If I may ask J.D., how come you're not in high school?" Mrs. Johnson asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry," J.D. apologized. "A water main broke in the school and is being repaired, so the school is closed for three days."
"Those are big repairs," Mrs. Johnson noted. "Well, as long as you don't upset anyone."
Back at the Loud House, Lynn Sr. is wearing a chef's hat and holding a bowl of foie gras foam as he enters the kitchen.
Lynn Sr. was singing merrily. "Today's the big day!" He twirls and continues singing. "Just to chill the Duck Liver Pâté." He places the Pâté in the fridge and mixes the bowl whilst still singing. "I'll show him that I'm a star with my yummy take on caviar."
Rita enters the kitchen. "I love that confidence, honey. When is the investor getting here?"
"In a few hours," Lynn Sr. answered. "Just think, if he likes my food, I can open my own restaurant. Here, try this Foie gras foam!" He stuffs the ladle of foie gras foam into Rita's mouth. Rita gulps it down. "And here's the second course" He opens an empty jar.
Rita sniffs it. "Err, this is just air...in a jar."
"Lemon air in a jar," Lynn Sr. emphasized. "Low-end but locale."
"Honey, no offense, but why are you making all this showy stuff?" Rita asked. "What's your famous 'Lyna-sagna'?"
"Honey, this is Timothy McCole," Lynn Sr. explained. "This guy travels all over the world tasting exciting and exotic food." He started stammering. "I can't just shove a hunk of noodles."
"Well, I like the hunk who made those noodles, and I think anything he cooks is delicious," Rita explained. She kisses Lynn Sr. and leaves.
"Can you say that again when he's here?" Lynn Sr. asked.
Later, Laney is happily whistling as she enters the kitchen.
"Next stop: the Fridge," Laney announced. "Where I have leftovers from last night's dessert!" She starts drooling. "Chocolate chip pudding!" Laney walks up to the fridge and opens it. "WHA?!" She is shocked to notice that her pudding is gone. "My pudding! There was pudding in here last night! I put it in there!"
Lincoln enters the kitchen in a zombie-like trance. "Mac 'n' cheese!"
"Lincoln!" yelled Laney. "Do you know about the..." Lincoln walks right past her, still in a trance.
"Mac 'N' Cheese!"
"No, it can't be him," Laney admits. "He's gone Mac 'n' Cheese crazy."
"Lincoln loves Mr. Lynn's Mac 'N' Cheese bites," J.D. noted.
Lincoln opens the fridge and opens the container only to find two mac 'n' cheese bites became upset. "Two bites?! I saved three!" He growls and glares at Laney. "Laney! Did you touch my bites?"
"It wasn't me, Lincoln," Laney confessed. "I'm just as shocked as you are. I was going for my chocolate chip pudding and it completely vanished!"
"We have a food stealing epidemic here," J.D. observed. Lincoln marches into the living room.
The sisters, Varie, Vince, Aylene, Eddy, Kate, Janeen, The Loud Rabbits, Lazuli, J.D.'s children, Naruto and the Girls, Starfire, Raven, Terra, Argent, Kole, Joan, and Lilly are in the living room when Lincoln enters.
"Alright, which of you vultures swiped one of my mac 'n' cheese bites?!" Lincoln yelled angrily."If you guys wanted one so badly, you should save some of your own."
"Not me, Lincoln," Varie replied. "I only like the shrimp creole Mr. Lynn made."
"I only eat fruits and veggies and drink water," Jared added.
"That's an interesting diet, Jared," Lincoln commented.
"I may be a sweets lover, but I didn't touch your Mac 'N' Cheese bites," Mary added.
"I have a salad in there," Kate explained.
"I have beef stew," announced Jessie B.
"I have dad's peaches and cream," Lily explained.
"I have Gazpacho," Janeen added.
"I have my own fridge in my room," Naruto explained.
"Same here," Sakura responded.
"Me, too," Fu admitted.
"I have a fridge in my room, too," Starfire added.
"We all like different foods," Lilly added.
"We only eat carrots," Warren explained.
The Loud Rabbit sisters nod.
"I'm not saying it was me," Lana stressed. She burps. "But if I did take one, I only did it because Lola ate the rest of Dad's tater tot bake. I was saving that!"
"I'm not apologizing for eating the tater tot bake," Lola explained, "but if I did, it was because Luan ate the last slice of Dad's pie, which I was saving!"
"Actually, I didn't eat it," Luan confessed.
"Oh, my bad!" murmured Lola.
"I smashed it in Lynn's face," Luan admitted.
Lynn nods, confirming it.
Eddy was laughing. "That is really funny Luan."
Lola growls angrily.
"Everyone, please," Laney begged. "I know dad's leftovers are delicious, but we shouldn't take and take and take without other people's permission. Can't we just learn to share?"
"Try telling that to me when I had dad's chocolate pudding," Lucy retorted.
"THAT WAS YOU!?" Laney yelled angrily.
"Guys, how do you not see this as a problem?" Lincoln asked. "Our fridge is like the Wild West!"
"It's more like World War II," J.D. clarified. "Or in this case Food War II!" Then a rimshot was heard.
Luan laughs. "Good one, J.D."
"Thank you Luan," J.D. replied.
"Look, Lincoln, nobody likes having their leftovers swiped, but we're a big family," Lori reasoned. "You can't expect to protect every little bite of food that you want."
"Oh, can't I?" Lincoln pondered.
"No, you can't!" responded Lori.
Lincoln walks away, and J.D. and Laney follow.
"What are you planning?" Laney inquired.
"I'm planning to protect my leftovers," Lincoln answered. "If you ever want some pudding again, you do it too."
"On no!" Laney protested. "I know better than to get involved in ridiculous conflicts. Besides it always ends in disaster."
"Suit yourself," Lincoln replied, and leaves.
"Or you can do what I do, Laney," J.D. offered.
"What is that?" Laney asked.
"Keep your leftovers in a mini-fridge in your room," J.D. suggested.
"That's a great idea, J.D," Laney replied. "Thank you. Sorry if I was overreacting to this."
"It's all right, Laney," J.D. assured her.
"Yeah," Laney nodded. "I'm sure they won't go too far with it."
"All we can do is hope," J.D. replied.
Later, Luan is in the kitchen and looks inside the fridge when a label from Lincoln's face and name on his container.
Luan was thinking to herself. "Hmm, I really want one of those mac 'n' cheese bites but Lincoln is going to have a conniption. So I'll leave them alone."
Luan puts the container back but the container is attached to a string, which opens a door on the bottom, causing a watermelon to fall onto Luan's foot.
"Owww!" cried Luan as she gritted her teeth at the pain in her foot.
Lincoln said from the doorway, "That'll teach her." He smirks before leaving.
Luan was crying, so Varie brought her to J.D.'s room, and Eddy followed.
In J.D.'s room, Varie was wrapping up her leg in a cast.
"So Lincoln dropped a watermelon on your foot?" Varie asked.
Luan sniffles. "It was a trap he set up to protect his Mac 'n' Cheese bites."
"I'm sorry, Luan," Eddy apologized.
"You all love your dad's food a lot, don't you?" Varie asked.
"They do Varie," Eddy acknowledged.
Laney looks inside the fridge and sees a piece of leftover lasagna.
Laney thinks to herself. "Dad's leftover Lynn-sagna! No, I can't. This is Lucy's Leftover. But it's so good! No! I mustn't get involved in this silly feud!" Laney Struggles to resist but takes the Lasagna. "I'm sure she won't mind if I take a small bite..." A bowling ball then drops on Laney and hits her over the head.
J.D. saw this. "Ooh! That's got to hurt!"
"Uhh..." murmured Laney. "Has anyone seen my... Unicorn?" She passes out, and J.D. catches her and takes her to his room.
Varie saw him come in with Laney.
"What happened?" Varie asked.
"A bowling ball dropped on Laney's head," J.D. explained.
"Geez!" cried Luan. "That's not a good Strike! A rimshot played and she laughs. "Get it? But seriously that must've hurt."
J.D., Varie, and Eddy all laugh.
J.D. laughs. "Good one, Luan. But yeah. It happened to me once too. I was hit in the head with a bowling ball, and I had an ugly lump the size of a coconut on my head."
"Ouch!" cried Eddy.
"No kidding," Varie agreed. "Let me look at her."
When Laney awoke, she had a nasty headache. "OW! What hit me?"
"A bowling ball hit you on the head," J.D. explained.
"Ohh!" gasped Laney. "That hurt!"
"I got hit in the head with two bowling balls and a bowling pin and got buried under a bunch of junk at one time," Eddy recalled.
"Ouch," Laney exclaimed. "That must've hurt Eddy."
"It did," Eddy confirmed.
Varie was wrapping bandages over Laney's head and put an ice pack on her head.
Later, Luna attempts to steal another leftover, but when she lifts the lid, a paint bomb explodes, covering the kitchen and Luna in blue paint. Lynn reaches for some pudding and is mauled by a raccoon. Next, it's Lana's turn but the drumstick she grabs is hooked up to Vanzilla. As a result, she takes a bite and yells in pain as she is electrocuted. Lori reaches into the fridge but feels something biting her hand. She pulls it out to see a snapping turtle biting it and she runs out of the kitchen, screaming.
"That's it! Lincoln snapped with rage. "You guys really crossed the line this time!" The camera zooms out to reveal that Lincoln has been hung upside down by a snare trap.
"I'll get you down Lincoln," J.D. promised.
He walked up to him, untied the knot, and helped him down.
"Thanks, J.D," Lincoln replied.
Luna was still covered in blue paint. "I'd say that line was crossed when this happened, brah!"
"Geez!" shouted J.D. "Let me wash you off, Luna."
He fired a blast of water at her, removing all of the paint.
"Thanks, dude," Luna replied.
"You're welcome," J.D. responded.
Lana was still burned from her shock. "Or this!"
"Ooh, ouch!" cried J.D. "How did that happen Lana?"
"I got electrocuted because someone put a cable on Vanzilla," Lana explained.
"That's insane!" J.D. cried.
Luan with her leg in a cast. "Or this! Lincoln, I'm sorry I tried to take your Mac 'n' Cheese bites."
"It's okay, Luan," Lincoln assured her.
Laney with bandages wrapped around her head. "Or this... ow."
Lori with a cast on her arm. "Or this!"
"You're lucky you didn't lose your arm because of that turtle, Lori," J.D. commented.
Lynn is covered in cuts and scratches and her clothes are shredded. "Or this!"
"Geez Lynn!" J.D. cried. "You need to see a doctor and get rabies shots."
Lily was glowing green because of radiation. "Or this!"
J.D.'s geiger counter goes crazy.
"Geez Lily!" J.D. exclaimed. "You look like you've been near a nuclear reactor!"
"I was," Lily admitted.
J.D., Lori, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Laney and Lana look at Lily in shock.
"This is crazy!" Lincoln shouted."We can't go on like this! I think I have an idea."
Later, they are all gathered in the kitchen.
"I think we can all agree that basic order needs to be restored," Lincoln stressed. "So, with help from Lisa, J.D., and Laney, I came up with a plan."
Lisa wheels in a blackboard, accidentally running over Luan's injured foot.
Luan gasps in pain.
"Sorry!" Lisa lifts the cover off her blackboard. "Per Lincoln's request, I calculated and upgraded the refrigerator's cubic footage and divided it into 50 equally sized zones, creating the optimal conditions for what I'd like to call: Dairy Détente."
Lincoln opens the door. "Everybody gets a zone. And the genius part is that no one can mistake theirs for someone else's because they're color-coded." He presses a button on a remote, and the compartments light up in everyone's respective colors.
"The colors were my idea," Laney explained.
"Oooh!" exclaimed the sisters, minus Lisa, Laney, and J.D.
Varie said, "This is genius."
"Now we don't have to worry about stealing each other's leftovers," Laney explained.
"Exactly, Laney," Lincoln agreed. "All we have to do now is divide up Dad's leftovers and put them in our zones."
"It's perfect for both of us, Lincoln," Lilly added.
They looked at the pile of leftovers and started fighting over it. Later, the argument is settled, and the siblings have claimed their leftovers.
"I call Dad's stuffed peppers!" Lori declared.
"And I got dibs on his fried chicken!" added Lynn.
"I got his Lynn-sagna!" Laney claimed.
"I get his mine strone," Leni made clear.
"Err, Leni, it's pronounced 'Minestrone'," Lisa corrected her.
"I call it 'Mine Strone,' because it's mine!" Leni explained.
Soon, the siblings are placing their leftovers in their zones.
"Nice job," Lincoln complimented. "Thanks for the assist."
"You're welcome," Lisa replied. "For payment, I will happily accept your last mac 'n' cheese bite."
"Not a chance," Lincoln responded.
Later, Lynn Sr. returns from the grocery store, humming happily.
Lynn Sr. was singing. "Wait 'till he tries my Uni-surprise. This organic beet juice will open his eyes." Lynn Sr. is so busy singing he fails to notice the different colored zones in the fridge. He was still singing. "That investor guy will feel like a royal when he tastes my risotto with..." He stops singing when he notices something is missing in his bag. "Dang it! I forget the truffle oil!" He gives himself a facepalm. "Come on, Lynn. You're better than that!" He closes the fridge and walks out of the kitchen just as J.D., Luan, Laney, and Lisa walk in.
"Next stop: Yellow Zone!" Luan announced. "I can't wait to dig into Dad's mashed potatoes."
"You can have the potatoes," Laney responded. "My stop is the brown zone, where I'll sink my teeth into that leftover Lynn-sagna!"
"I'm going to get a glass of water," J.D. announced. "But I want to see our work in action."
"And my destination is the Green Zone, where I intend to feast on Father's savory meatloaf," Lisa continued. She licks her lip in anticipation. "Num-num!"
Luan rushes over to the fridge and goes into her zone."Eww! Gross!" She reaches out the packet of uni Lynn Sr. put in there. "Someone put something in my zone called 'Uni'. Whatever that is."
"What's that?" asked Laney.
"That would be a low-fat, high-protein, globular animal in the Echinoidea class," Lisa explained. "Street name: sea urchin."
"Uni?" J.D. questioned. "It's been a long time since I've had that. I had that when I was in Japan 7 years ago. It's really good. The FDA discovered that it has a powerful protein that helps in immune system strengthening."
"That is correct, J.D.," Lisa responded.
"That's cool, J.D.," Luan remarked. "You can have it." She gives it to him and takes her leftovers. "It's probably one of Lori's health foods."
"I don't know Luan," Laney replied. "It's not like Lori to eat something like that in her diet."
"Of course, it is Laney," Luan insisted. "That's why it's gross."
Laney scratches her head and she shrugs and takes her leftovers.
Lisa reaches in her zone and takes out the beet juice. "Lucy's homemade blood does not belong in my zone."
"I don't think that's Lucy's fake blood," Laney stressed.
"Of course it's Laney," Lisa objected. "That reddish substance was fabricated to look just like blood. Ergo, that has to be Lucy's."
J.D. picked up the bottle. "Actually, Lisa, this is beet juice."
"Beet juice," Lisa noted. "That's loaded with special nutrients and supplemental agents; street name: antioxidants." She walks away, carrying her leftovers.
"I don't like beets very much, except in Russian Borscht that I've tasted in Russia," J.D. admitted.
"Beet juice?" Laney questioned. "It does kind of look like blood. Besides, if it isn't Lucy's, who else could it be? She notices something strange in the fridge. "Huh?"
"What is it, Laney?" J.D. asked.
Laney takes out an empty jar. "What is an empty jar doing in the fridge? More importantly, what is it doing in my zone?"
"It's a bad habit for some people, Laney," J.D. explained. "Like putting empty peanut butter jars back in the fridge."
"I believe it," Laney responded. She opens the jar and sniffs it. "Mm. Lemon. I'm not sure who this belongs to. But I do know one thing: we should never leave empty jars in the fridge."
"I agree," J.D. replied.
Laney places it down on the sink. "I'm just going to leave this here for mom to wash later." She takes her leftovers and leaves.
"I'll put the Uni and the Beet Juice in my mini-fridge in my room," J.D. suggested.
Later, Lori opens the fridge door and sees the caviar in her zone.
"Eww!" Lori cried."What is this black goo?" She takes out the caviar and sniffs it."Eww, smells fishy! Must be Lana's bait!"
Varie is with her. "That's caviar."
"Caviar?" asked Lori.
"Yeah," Varie responded, taking the jar. "It's pickled fish eggs. It is one of the most expensive and luxurious ingredients in the world. The most expensive jar of caviar is Iranian Beluga Sturgeon Caviar, which sells for $34,000.00 a jar."
"That is literally expensive stuff," Lori noted. "I think I saw Mr. Knudson eating it once."
"It's true," Varie confirmed. "The filthy rich eat it all the time. I'd better take this with me to see who it belongs to."
"That's a good idea," Lori agreed.
Later, Lola found the duck liver pâté in her zone.
"Duck Liver Pate?" Lola questioned."Eww! Lisa! If you want to dissect animals, don't put their icky organs in my zone!"
"Actually, Lola," Vince clarified. "Duck Liver Pate is a luxurious food. It's the good liver."
"I didn't know that, Vince," Lola admitted.
"I'll take this and give it to J.D.," Vince offered.
Lola said, "Okay," and gave Vince the duck liver pate.
When Lynn Sr. returns from the grocery store with the truffle oil, he notices something.
Timothy McCole was on the phone. "If they can't be on time, just cancel the appointment and move my 3.15 to 3.00, my 4.15 to 4.00 and my..." He whispers as he sets down the phone. "manicure to 5.00."
"Oh, hi, there!" Lynn Sr. responded. "Lynn Loud Sr., I am so glad to meet..."
Timothy McCole shakes Lynn Sr.'s hand. "Timothy McCole, but call me Tim because 'Timothy' takes more time to say and time is the one thing I don't have. Now, let's see what you've got for me."
"Err, Tim, don't worry," Lynn Sr. responded. "You'll be eating before you know it." He smiles nervously.
"Tim McCole," J.D. greeted. "I've heard a lot about you."
"J.D. Knudson, it's a pleasure to meet another global traveler," Timothy McCole said.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," J.D. replied.
Inside the kitchen
Lynn the fridge door and sees that his ingredients are missing, he screams in horror.
"Is everything all right?" asked Timothy McCole.
Lynn Sr. stutters. "Of course! I always scream when I open the fridge door. See." He opens the door and screams three times.
"Okay, I guess every chef has his own special style," Timothy McCole responded.
"Err, could I interest in an aperitif?" Lynn Sr. asks, nervously laughing.
"Well, I'd really rather..." began Timothy McCole.
Lynn Sr. hands Timothy a juice box. "Good. Here's a new juice box. Good and sit down." He shoves Timothy out of the kitchen. "I'll call you once dinner's ready." He runs back into the kitchen and begins searching frantically for his ingredients. "Where are all my ding-dang ingredients?!"
They notice the commotion from the doorway.
"Are you okay, Mr. Lynn?" asked J.D.
"Dad, are you okay?" Lincoln said, concerned. "We heard a woman yelling."
"No, I'm not okay!" Lynn Sr. shouted. "There's an investor in the living room waiting to try my food and all my ingredients are gone."
"What ingredients are you looking for?" Naruto asked.
"My Uni, Duck Liver Pate, Beet Juice, and Caviar," Lynn Sr. explained.
"Wait a minute," Laney interrupted. "You mean that uni was yours?"
"Yes, it was!" Lynn Sr. replied.
"And the Beet Juice?" Laney added.
"That, too!" admitted Lynn Sr.
"Uh guys?" Laney questioned. "Isn't there something you want to tell dad?"
"We gave them to J.D. so he could find out whom they're for," Lori explained.
"What?!" Lynn Sr. yelled. "Why would you do that?"
"We didn't know they were yours," Luan admitted.
"I put them in my mini-fridge to keep them cool until we could find out who they were for," J.D. added.
"See, we kinda divided the fridge into zones because we'd been stealing each other's leftovers," Lincoln explained.
"So, when we found your stuff in our zones, we assumed someone was violating the system," Lori continued.
"You kids know I love your creative conflict resolutions but now I have nothing to serve my investor," Lynn Sr. explained. He overhears the slurping and starts to panics. "And he's almost done with his juice box!"
"We're sorry, Dad," Lincoln apologized. "We never meant for something like this to happen."
"I'm sorry, too," Laney added. "For throwing out your lemon-smelling jar. But to be fair, you weren't supposed to put empty jars in the fridge.
Lynn Sr. sighs. "Well, I guess my restaurant dreams are in the toilet. I'd better go tell 'No-Time Tim' his afternoon just opened up."
"Oh dad," Laney said and gives Lynn Sr. her left over Lasagna. "Here, you can have my lasagna if that makes you feel better."
"That's very nice of you, sweetie," Lynn Sr. replied. "But it's not like I can serve this to my investor."
Lincoln suddenly has an idea. "Dad, wait! What if you served him your leftovers?" He opens the fridge.
"Yeah!" said Lori. "That's a great idea. You can take the stuffed pepper I've been saving."
"And, err, I can part with your meatloaf," Lisa added.
Leni reaches for the minestrone. "And I'll give you this soup. Mine strone is now your strone."
"Oh, that's a nice thought, guys, but Tim won't want any of that," Lynn Sr. answered. "He's used to eating the most amazing food in the world."
"But, your leftovers are the most amazing food in the world," Lucy pointed out.
"Truth, Pops-star!" Luna insisted. "Look what we did to keep them to ourselves."
"It's true," Laney confirmed. "I got hit in the head with a bowling ball. I had a little bit of a concussion." Lucy nods.
"Your food is awesome, Mr. Lynn," J.D. added. "Tim will love it. I guarantee it."
"Me, too," Varie responded.
"Same here," Vince added.
Lynn Sr. sniffs."Well, I guess it's worth a shot."
Soon, Timothy is eating Lynn Sr.'s leftover lasagna whilst J.D., Lynn Sr. and everyone watch nervously.
"Well, Lynn, I'm going to give it to you straight," Timothy McCole began. "This is one of..." He then said happily, "...the best meals I've ever eaten."
"I knew it was a dumb idea!" Lynn Sr. confessed, ashamed. "I should have never served it! I..." He then realizes what the man just said. "Wait, what?"
"I've been all over the world, and every chef serves me the same thing: caviar, pâté, uni," Timothy McCole explained. "It's boring and uninspired.
"That can get pretty monotonous, can't it?" J.D. asked.
"I agree, J.D., and did you know the chef at the last place I ate served 'Air in a Jar?'" Timothy McCole added.
"That's what that was?" Laney whispered. "What kind of restaurant serves a jar full of air?
"Shh," Lincoln replied quietly.
Lynn Sr. scoffs and laughs nervously. "What a bozo!"
"That's weird and dull if you ask me," J.D. replied.
"I agree," Timothy McCole responded "But your food is classic, comforting, and delicious," he told Lynn Sr., "and when you travel as much as I do, there's nothing better than food that tastes like home." He writes a check. "Oh, I want to be in the Lynn Loud business!"
Lynn Sr. happily takes the check. "Wow! Thank you, Tim! I don't know what to say." He offers a hug to Tim who declines it.
"I don't do hugs," Timothy McCole gets ready to leave. Timothy and Lynn Sr. shake hands. Then Timothy's phone rings and he answer it. "You got Tim." He leaves the house.
"Congratulations, Mr. Lynn," J.D. said.
"Thank you J.D.," Lynn Sr. replied.
"We do hugs," Lola replied, and she and everyone else hugged Lynn Sr., who returned the hug.
Later, the siblings are washing the dishes when Rita comes home.
"So, how did it go?" Rita asked.
"Aww, Dad kicked butt!" Lynn shouted.
"Mr. Lynn is well on his way to fulfilling his dream," J.D. stated.
"Yeah, I'm one step closer to my dream of owning a restaurant," said Lynn Sr. proudly.
"I'm so proud of you, Honey," Rita replied cheerfully. "I guess he liked your uni and your lemon air."
"Actually, he liked my leftover 'Lynn-sagna' just like you said," Lynn Sr. confessed.
"And all his other leftovers too," Lana added.
"That's wonderful," Rita responded. "This calls for a celebration. Who wants some of Dad's chocolate cake?"
"Me!" shouted the sisters all at once.
"I would like some, please," Mary requested.
"Wait!" Lincoln yelled."I didn't see any chocolate cake in the fridge."
"Well, because I stashed it under the couch," Rita confessed. She notices everyone looking at her with astonishment, and slightly embarrassed. "What? I can't claim any leftovers?"
"I'll go score us some," Lynn offers as she races into the living room.
Rita realizes something. "Lynn, wait!"
Lynn yelps as another paint bomb explodes and she re-enters the room covered in blue paint and looking annoyed, much to everyone's shock.
"No worries, everyone," J.D. assured them. "I've taken the liberty of building a special space for Mr. Lynn and Ms. Rita's leftovers."
He pulled out a remote control and press a button, and the floor opens up and a 2nd fridge rises up and opens and it has Dark Blue Green compartments on one side and Light Salmon pink compartments on the other. On Mr. Lynn's side was his Uni, Beet Juice, Duck Liver Pate, Caviar and a bunch of his ingredients that he uses.
"This is your fridge," J.D. explained. "You can now have your own fridge without having to worry about using the fridge for us."
"It's amazing," Rita exclaimed. "Thank you, J.D."
"You're welcome, Ms. Rita," J.D. responded.
THE END.