I just want to write this small part.
Lynn Loud Sr.: We're saved! You brought parachutes, right?
Myrtle: I'm sorry, Lynn. I've got nothing. I don't know if there's a way back down.
-So that's it then...
-We're stuck in a rocket.
-Drifting in space.
-Forever.
Lincoln Loud: This is all my fault.
Myrtle: Lincoln.
-It is not your fault.
Johnny: No, Fifi was right.
Lincoln looks shocked, "huh..
Johnny Are you serious? That's it! I've been holding this in for months.
Myrtle: Johnny sweetie Lincoln was just trying to help.
Johnny: Yeah, well look at where he's help lead us. Your just a dumb kid playing spy. Who couldn't even keep track of wedding rings. You've ruined the wedding and our lives, and now we're stuck up here forever.
Lincoln: J-Johnny, this is not like you.
Johnny: What do you know about me? Ever since we got into middle school you've been spending all your time away from me. You ditch me at school left me with Mr. Bolhofner, you made you're stupid action news team, you hang out with your nerd friends after school, you been brown nosing Gran Gran ever since you found out she's a spy and you only talk to me when you have too. You don't know anything about me lately!
Lincoln: I-I'm sorry.
Johnny: Whatever, Just shut up and let me work.
Myrtle: where are you going?
Johnny walks to the toilet "Once you said you were on a mission to Minsk and had to escape through a toilet on a Trans-Siberian rail car. (rips the toilet off)
Lynn Loud: Whoa. he just dead-lifted the john.
Johnny: We can use the septic tank as an escape pod.