AN: I'm trying to work on a new chapter of Stupor. Which one, I'm not totally decided upon yet, I've gotten a little bit written for both stories and I'm still seeing which one is going to win out. But I just got news that, come Monday, I'll have an opportunity that could potentially be very big for my professional prospects. And that made me anxious, and when I'm anxious, I write comedy to try and distract myself from my anxiety.

Plus, it occurred to me that a Leni chapter is the only one I'm missing to have a complete set of these bonus chapters for the older sisters. And I'd already had a lot of this scenario written up in my head for a while now, so this seemed like a nice way to dis-alive a pair of avians with a single rock. What this means for the future of the story...I honestly don't know. If I think up more ideas for bonus chapters or omakes or whatever, I might keep adding them. Or I could always finally move on and write something else. We'll see.

It was another day in Royal Woods. Birds were singing, the sun was shining...or, at least, it had been. But for the drivers who were making their daily commute on one particular overpass, day abruptly turned to night. Or, at least a close enough facsimile of night. There were some who had long been rendered incurious to the abnormal, and often ridiculous occurrence that beset their town on a regular basis. And those people would simply sit there, eyes facing forward, patiently waiting for their world to return to normality, as it usually tended to. But those who were less jaded might have peaked outside their windows, and if they had, they would bear witness to the sight of a colossal pair of shapely, female legs on either side of them, which were connected to the womanly silhouette that towered so high above them that it blocked out the sun.

The woman remained there, unmoving as she straddled the overpass, the pose she held so deliberate looking that it almost seemed...referential, as if to some famous, or at least widely recognizable work of art. The minutes stretched on until finally, it seemed that whatever self-indulgent purpose this stunt had been intended to achieve had apparently been made, as the girl swung one impossibly long leg up, and over, and down again, where it joined its twin.

CRUNCH

Which, as it happened, had been parked next to a bench that, until that moment, had been lucky enough to remain intact. Luck which abruptly ran out as a foot that was roughly the size of a car slammed down and smashed it into small pieces. This went unnoticed as the girl continued on, making her way into the heart of downtown, heedless as to the distressed townsfolk that milled around on the street below, all of whom were savvy and ambulatory enough to clear her a path. Sadly…

CRASH

...the same could not be said for the inanimate objects who were unfortunate enough to be in her way. Which included several lamp posts…

SMASH

...an oddly out-of-place and antiquated-looking phone booth…

CRUNCH

...and what had certainly appeared to have been a very expensive-looking car, before it was reduced to so much scrap metal and debris.

"PERFECT!" A voice called out, barely audible over the din of the girl's thunderous footsteps as she continued along her way.

At one point she stopped, and suddenly jerked her head, as if she'd finally heard one of the many noises that formed the cacophony that was going on down by her feet. Unfortunately, this had the unintentional effect of sending her long, golden hair flying, a sound like the cracking of a whip resounding as the golden mane slashed through the air and into a nearby building, talking out an entire floor's worth of windows in a single, decisive strike. However, that did manage to get her attention, and she abruptly turned toward that latest bit of destruction. Which, unfortunately, sent her colossal elbow slamming into a nearby billboard, punching through the structure as if it was made of tissue paper, and sending what remained crashing to the ground.

Leni Loud whimpered to herself, as she took in but a small fraction of her handwork.

"I'm so sorry, Mister Building!" She said, mournfully, her eyes wide with sadness, and brimming with unshed tears. "I didn't mean to hurt you, honest! It's just...I'm so turned around, and everything looks so weird from up here! A-And I just…"

"Leni!"

"Eep!" The girl in question started in surprise and stumbled backward, blissfully unaware that the innocuous act had added a few thousand dollars in property damage to her running total, which, like herself, was already catastrophically large.

"Mister...Building?" She asked, leaning toward the structure, cocking her head to one side, quizzically. "Was that you?"

"Down here!"

"But you're up…" Leni began responding, only to stop abruptly as she felt something tugging on the hem of her patchwork dress. Thoroughly confused now, she peered down…

...and found herself staring into the freckled face of her little brother.

"Leni!" He shouted up at her, now that he seemingly had her full attention. "We keep telling you! You can't just—HURK!"

Only to be cut off himself as the older girl pulled him up off the ground and into a bone-crushing hug.

"Oh, Linky!" She exclaimed, pulling him against her chest and peppering the younger boy's face with kisses. "I was...MWA, MWA, so scared!"

That seems to be going around, Lincoln thought to himself as out of the corner of his eye, he took in the people on the ground who were desperately trying to put as much distance between themselves and the siblings as they could.

"Alright, alright!" He sputtered as he squirmed in Leni's grip. The older girl, seemingly getting the hint, ceased her assault on his face and loosened her grip on him, gently placing him back on the ground.

"S...sorry, Linky," Said Leni, an embarrassed blush spreading across her face. And as he gazed up at her, Lincoln marveled, not for the first time, that even though he himself was the size of a small building, he felt so much smaller next to his tall, beautiful sister.

"It's fine, Leni," He muttered, pulling the blonde into a side hug, which elicited a delighted squeal from her as she eagerly returned the gesture. Though, thankfully with significantly less enthusiasm than she had previously.

"But what are you doing out here?" He asked, concern marring his face. "They sent me down here to get you because you made the news. Again!"

"I...was trying to get home, but...I got lost." Leni said, sheepishly. "Again. There's like, totes too many buildings in town!"

"That's why we had the city put those signs up!" Lincoln said patiently, as he pointed with one finger. "Remember?"

She followed with her eyes, and seemingly for the first time, noticed the large, even by their standards, and EXTREMELY conspicuous sign that was placed atop a building on the other side of the street. "THE LOUD HOUSE," it read, in a strangely stylized, cartoonish-looking font, the kind of thing that might be used as a logo for a hit network television show. Underneath the words was a bright blue arrow which pointed off to the side, towards an array of similar-looking signs that dotted the skyline.

"Ooooooh…" Leni intoned, her eyes widening with understanding. "Right. I...forgot about those…"

She let out a nervous titter, as her face fell. "I'm sorry, Linky." She said, sounding apologetic. Holding back a sigh, Lincoln instead brought his other arm around and pulled Leni into a proper hug. A Loud hug.

"It's okay, Leni," He said, giving her a comforting pat on the back. "This is...a pretty big adjustment for both of us. You'll get it one of these days, I know it."

Lincoln tried to keep his face a gentlemanly distance away from his sister's person, but Leni apparently wasn't having any of that, and as she returned the hug she overpowered him in a manner that felt very deliberate, and smushed his face into her generous cleavage.

"Thank you, Linky," She cooed, bringing her face to his and placing a tender kiss on his lips. "I love you."

"Love...you...too," He gasped. "Also...AIR!"

Again, Leni loosened her hold on him, allowing Lincoln to refill his lungs with precious, life-giving oxygen. Unlike before, however, she did not release him. Instead, she drew herself up to her full height, cradling her brother in her arms, and started walking. Very noticeably, in the opposite direction than the sign had been pointing.

"Um, Leni?" Lincoln asked, blinking in surprise. "Home is that way. Remember, the signs?"

"I know, Linky," She said, nodding in agreement. "I was listening."

"Okay then. So…?"

"Well, you're smart enough that you can find the way home from like, anywhere. Right?" She asked, glancing at him in askance.

"...Pretty much." He replied, nodding uncertainly. "Why?"

"Because I caused you a lot of trouble. So we're going to go find a nice, quiet place…" Leni's eyes grew lidded, and she leaned down, placing her lips next to Lincoln's ear. "...and I'm going to show you just how...sorry, I am."

"O...kay…" Lincoln said, suddenly feeling very...rigid. He tried, as inconspicuously as possible, to pull down the hemline of his tunic, but found himself meeting some resistance.

"And Becky!" Leni suddenly shouted, gasping in delight. "We should totes bring Becky too!"

"R-really?" Lincoln asked, acutely aware of the intense burning sensation he was now feeling in his cheeks.

"Sure! She had so much fun last time! Just…" Leni's stride slowed in accordance with her speech, as she began looking around uncertainly.

Wordlessly, Lincoln pointed, drawing Leni's attention to another sign, identical in every respect to the previous one. This time, however, he specifically drew her attention to a second arrow, bright red and pointing in a different direction. "Becky's House", it read.

"Thank you, Linky," She said, favoring her brother with another kiss."

"And thank you, Sign!" She called behind her, as she abruptly changed direction, and set off for her friend's house.