Looking through some more pictures of the memories, Lincoln and Lori were smiling as they were remembering the past events between them when the white-haired boy was a white-haired baby.
"remember when you had all of those spaghetti noodles all over you when you were in your high chair?" Lori said
"I think I do." Said Lincoln. "Just looking at it makes it more clear to me now. The meatballs in my eyes, the noodles dangling from my head.
"Ha! I know! You literally looked so goofy."
At last, when they were done with the book, they put it back in the bookshelf in the parents' bedroom. Suddenly, Operation Dessert Storm was on, and the rest of the Loud family came in the living room to watch one of their favorite shows of all time.
"Welcome one and all to the show, baby!" Said the host, "originally, there were going to be three chefs participating in this episode, but Cristy Cooke got disqualified for using Moroccan red salt. So now, it's only two contestants this week. Dean Dupont and Monica Gonzalez." Lori wondered about the third contestant who just got the boot from this week's competition of the show. Using an illegal substance like that? Bah, she just brushed it off and watched the show with her family.
At the end of the show, Dean Dupont won with her eloquent dishes of frog legs and des sandwiches au jambon. Gonzales' dishes were obviously terrible and one of her tacos had a dead horsefly hidden in the meat and cheese, which was absolutely disgraceful to do in a cooking gameshow.
"Ah, we all expected mademoiselle Dupont to win with her exquisite dishes. Her food is unmatched by many." said the host. "And that concludes another fun episode of Operation Dessert Storm! Thank you all very much everybody! Goodnight!" As the show ended, everyone in the family continued with their normal lives, and Lori got a text from her "Boo Boo Bear", asking how she was doing. It was always nice to have Lori have a talk with her perfect boyfriend, and she replied to him that she was doing just fine.
"Saving the world, Babe?" asked Bobby with another text. His girlfriend replied a yes to him with a smile, and gave him a smooch emoji in reply, which Bobby did back to her. She decided to call him because of her undying love for him and they had a good conversation together until bedtime at the house.
The next morning, Lori was done using the shower and she went to Lisa's bunker for some more training with her powers of Pyrokenesis
Polluter, still in his large glass tube of a prison, was sitting and pouting, wondering about figuring a way to get out of here. "You know, you're just probably gonna fart fire out of your, butt." Polluter said to Lori with a sneer
Lori got offended and then looked mad after. "I'm a girl! Girls literally never fart! Maybe... except for Lana and Lynn, but I am a perfect girl who is always well-behaved." She stated
"Come on, you and I both know that's a lie, Volcano Girl." Polluter looked skeptical with his eyes narrowed at her. "Everyone farts. Everyone!" Then he sat back up. "And it'll be hilarious to see you fart fire out of your butt. If only I had a camera to take a picture of it."
"Shut up!" Lori blushed. "I don't fart! I never fart!"
"Come on, Volcano Girl." Lincoln said. "He's just trying to get under your skin. We got training to do."
"You're right, L- I mean, Laser Boy." Lori sighed. She turned back to the imprisoned villain. "Good thing that the tube has a mute button in it." She pulled out Lisa's remote and gave Polluter a smug look.
"Wait a minute, I-!" But he was already muted before he can even finish his sentence. He gave a baffled look at the two kids and began stomping around and screaming at the top of his lungs with possibly cuss and swear words, flailing around his arms and trying to break his prison down.
"Better." Lori smiled. Then the two began their daily training.
Meanwhile
a middle-aged woman was crying at her now abandoned bakery. She is the owner of Carol's Baking Company, or was until she got disqualified from "Operation Dessert Storm" for smuggling the Moroccan red salt for her treats.
The woman didn't know that it was illegal in the United States, but she did get disqualified and didn't appear on Operation Dessert Storm. The reason why the Moroccan red salt was against the law in the United States was because: it was known to cause many severe health defects like kidney stones, kidney failure, severe migraines, severe tooth loss, and weirdly; eyeballs to pop out of people's sockets like bullets from a gun.
Carol Cane, as she was called, was sobbing at her misfortune and her backers was empty because for bringing the Moroccan salt to the show, her reputation was completely shot, and now people won't be coming to her beloved bakery anymore.
All she wanted was to dazzle the audience at the competition, and try to spice things up (literally). A way to bring in more razzle-dazzle to the party. Something had changed inside poor Carol like a twig in the middle of the woods.
Yes, something had changed in her probably forever. "How can those people shun my idea? I was only wanting to share the world my recipe. How was I supposed to know that the red salt is illegal?" she then got angry and threw a box of cupcakes on the floor, lamenting over the loss of her reputation. Carol really wanted to make the whole world happy with her beautiful treats from her recipes for many sweets and baked foods in her own company.
While crying in a nearby booth, she heard the sound of someone spraying paint through a spray can, and it was some kind of punk with a bandana spraying something on the large glass window of her bakery in red. Getting angry, Carol ran out in anger to shoo him away, making the guy run away, laughing at the prank he pulled out. "Stupid hooligan!" she called out to him as he continued running off. She then looked at the word and it was labeled "Loser" in spray paint. She let out a sigh of sadness as she got herself a bucket of water and soup with a soft sponge to get rid of the spray-painted word.
As Carol was cleaning it off, there were some people murmuring whispers, something similar to gossiping and judging her as they were walking by her bakery, and a few of them even gave her judgemental looks as they walked past her. At last, when there was enough murmuring and gossiping about her, Carol stopped cleaning as soon as she got to the last word and broke down crying in the women's restroom.
The pain of being humiliated and having her reputation go down the drain like this was too much for her to bare. It was like a half of herself just died. Baking was her life, and she never expected it to go down the drain like this with just one accident. After running out of tears to cry, something snapped inside poor Carol Cane, and she looked up at the wall, looking very angry and bitter. "So people want to judge me, huh? Well, i suppose i can give those people what they want." she stormed outside the women's bathroom and went to the back room to sew herself a bakery-themed costume with a red mask over her eyes, and got her lucky rolling pin on her. The costume looked like a female baking outfit, but it looked more sinister with red dots all over it and having a red cookie with blood dripping from it to make it more sinister for her new villain look.
"Look out world, here comes Cookie Cobbler." then Carol let out an evil laugh, letting the world know that a new villain was in town now. Of course, she needed to find out what plan she needed to have as her first line of work. At last, she thought of an idea. "If I can't have my own baking company, then nobody can." and an awful idea came to her head.
