Laughter is a shared treasure across cultures, and it's common to spread joy through humor. However, it's vital to be mindful that humor has boundaries. Jokes that are inappropriate can provoke anger or hurt emotions. The power of our words must be weighed carefully, as what may appear to be a benign joke could, in fact, strain relationships with friends or relatives.
I don't own The Loud House
In the midst of the mall's lively atmosphere, several of the Loud sisters were deeply immersed in their shopping adventures. Within the confines of a trendy fashion boutique, Lori and Leni were captivated by the process of trying on various eye-catching ensembles. Lori, filled with excitement, gestured for Leni to come and see the stunning ruby red dress she had discovered. "Check out this beautiful dress!" she voiced enthusiastically. Leni, with eyes gleaming in excitement, responded, "Lori, that dress would be absolutely perfect on you!" while presenting a gorgeous blue dress of her own. Elsewhere in the mall, Luna was browsing the music and electronics store, fixated on a sophisticated Zeny Beginning 39" Full Size Electric Guitar, which came with an amplifier, a case, and other accessories, all in an elegant black finish. She mused to herself, "This guitar is going to bring down the house at our gig on Saturday," as she pictured her upcoming performance. Not far off, in the sports equipment shop, Lynn Jr. was carefully evaluating a robust metal baseball bat and a striking jersey emblazoned with the number 1. With a wide grin, she declared, "With this, I'm sure to score the winning run."
Lucy browsed the bookstore, her eyes scanning the book spines. She picked up a book titled "Sign Emily and the Undead" and another called "James and the Half Beast," whispering, "These look amazing." At the same time, Lana was in a pet store, captivated by a charming white rabbit. "What a lovely bunny," she exclaimed, holding it gently. Meanwhile, Lola shopped in a boutique with Lori and Leni, choosing clothes she liked and admiring sophisticated pearl necklaces. "This necklace is stunning; it's perfect for my upcoming pageant," she said, beaming with joy. Elsewhere, Lisa searched an electronics store for specific components. "Yes, this is precisely what I need for my secret experiment," she murmured, gathering the necessary items.
In the Loud House, the sisters were fully immersed in their activities, while Lincoln found solace in the living room, captivated by his artwork. It had been just a few weeks since he uncovered his exceptional artistic ability. Focused and determined, he was perfecting a piece that he preferred to keep hidden from his family for the time being. For Lincoln, there was no greater joy than to engage in his art on a Saturday, a day he deemed perfect and unruinable. Yet, just as this thought crossed his mind, the distinctive sound of his sister Luan's laughter echoed through the house. "Too soon," he whispered to himself, bringing a hand to his forehead. Luan was up to her usual antics, concocting another joke. With a resigned sigh, Lincoln braced for what was coming as the sound of footsteps grew closer. And as expected, there was Luan, nearing him with a mischievous smile, heralding another round of her humor.
"Hey Lincoln, are you ready for my latest joke?" Luan asked, brimming with excitement. "What do you call a cow with no legs? Ground beef!" she burst into laughter, but Lincoln remained unamused. "Not your style, huh? Alright, try this one on for size: What's the deal with dinosaurs these days? They're all extinct!" Luan snickered at her own wit, yet Lincoln was unmoved. "Come on, that was hilarious," Luan pressed. Lincoln glanced at her and responded, "I'm sorry, Luan, but your jokes don't always hit the mark for me. They're a bit too familiar, and right now, I'm deeply engrossed in my artwork and can't spare the attention for old jokes," he said, refocusing on his canvas.
Luan was getting mad after head that after some think-so joke to tell her little brother. Oh yeah, you don't like that joke how about this one Luan says looking at her brother and making him look at her. You are so fat, you need to go on a diet, ha-ha get it Luan Lincoln says but Luan keeps talking. You like sum, wrestler, but without the talent ha-ha get it. You're so big you have your gravitational pull ha-ha get it. Luan laughs but Lincoln looks at her no I have more Luan says look at her brother. You're so ugly, you should wear a bag over your head ha-ha get it, you're so ugly, you make me cry ha-ha get it, do you have to pay people to be your friend ha-ha get it. Luan kept laughing but Lincoln was even shocked to hear that. No, no, no I got one more Luan say. You're so talentless, you make me look good, you're like a failed experiment, do you have to try hard to be this bad, and You're so untalented, you should just give up ha-ha get it Luan says, laughing as she falls to the ground.
Lincoln remained frozen, his face a canvas of bewilderment and surprise after his sister's jest. He stood still for a long moment until Luan, her laughter not yet subsided, stood up to address him. "That joke was quite the hit, right, Lincoln?" she quipped. Lincoln offered her a glance, conjured a forced chuckle, and responded, "Absolutely, Luan, it was a riot," while concealing his genuine sentiments. "I'm off to my room, just holler if you need anything. Catch you later, Lincoln," Luan announced, making her way to her sanctuary. Alone, Lincoln continued to wear his perplexed look like a mask, until, after a lengthy pause, he gathered his artwork and retreated to the solitude of his own room.
After a couple of hours, the Loud sisters arrived back at their house, burdened with bags full of purchases from their shopping spree. "Wow, what a marathon session at the mall," Lori declared, hauling her haul towards her bedroom. Leni followed, a bit behind, chiming in, "True, but we scored some cool new outfits." Lynn Jr. couldn't help but boot her door open in her eagerness, exclaiming, "I'm so pumped to hit the court with my new basketball!" In contrast, Lucy let out a resigned breath, "The door-kicking is beyond me, but I'm off to the vent to dive into my latest book," and with that, she vanished into her quarters. Lana, cradling her new furry friend, warmly said, "You're going to love it here, little bunny." Lola, enchanted, asked, "Oh, isn't she adorable? What shall we call her?" Pondering briefly, Lana proposed, "What about Bella?" to which Lola, delighted, agreed, "Bella it is," and together they retreated to their shared space. Meanwhile, Lisa, the family's young scientist, was already itching to get back to her lab for her next invention, and Luan, guitar in hand, was buzzing with anticipation for her upcoming gig.
By 10:30 P.M., the Loud household had succumbed to sleep, drained from the day's escapades. Half of the sisters had returned from a shopping spree, while two relished a serene day indoors, and the parents had just come back from their jobs. They were all lost in slumber, except for Lincoln. Vigilant in his room, he maintained a stoic demeanor, perfecting his unflinching gazes. Abruptly, a distressing recollection pierced through—a biting jibe from Luan about his appearance and alleged absence of talent. A lone tear escaped, tracing a damp path down his face. Swiftly, Lincoln's composed exterior shattered into tears. He concealed his face with his hands, yielding to the sorrow, then muffled his cries in his pillow. Luan's derisive remarks left a sting, etching emotional and corporeal marks. Overwhelmed by a sense of neglect, Lincoln felt beyond repair. Eventually, he rose, drawn to the nocturnal heavens as the rain began to descend, mirroring the turmoil within.
As a new day dawned, Rita and Lynn Sr. set off for work, while the Loud sisters gathered in the living room, engrossed in an episode of "Dessert Storm." In stark contrast, Lincoln remained isolated in his room, his usual cheer replaced by a somber quietude, a shadow cast by yesterday's happenings. Surveying his room, the once comforting trinkets now mirrored the chaos within him. Despite his attempts to lose himself in beloved hobbies, the heavy veil of melancholy remained undisturbed.
Flashback 1
Immersed in the world of Super Mario 3D All-Stars, Lincoln was at the pinnacle of excitement: the final showdown between Mario and Bowser. "Take that, Bowser!" he shouted as Mario swung Bowser by the tail, a triumphant gesture. However, in an unexpected twist, Bowser retorted, "Do you have to try hard to be this bad?" This unusual mockery from Bowser left Lincoln bewildered, as he had never encountered such behavior from the character before. The surprise was evident on his face. The taunt reverberated, reminding him of a joke his sister Luan once shared. This momentary lapse caused Lincoln to accidentally drop his controller, leading to the dreaded 'Game Over' screen, and he let out a sigh of frustration.
Flashback 2
Lincoln was foraging in the kitchen, his hunger evident by the growl of his stomach. "What can I make quickly?" he pondered out loud. His gaze swept over the contents of the fridge, finally resting on peanut butter and sauerkraut. "Perfect!" he declared with glee. He deftly combined the ingredients into a sandwich. As he raised it to his lips, a derisive voice halted him. "You need to diet," it mocked. Lincoln spun around, searching for the source. "Who's there?" he called out, but there was no one to his right or left. Facing forward, the sandwich seemed to jeer at him once more, "You're so large, you attract things into orbit!" Wounded by the taunts, Lincoln discarded the sandwich, exhaling a deep, resigned breath.
Flashback 3
Engrossed in his artwork, Lincoln was adding the final touches to his canvas. "A little bluer here, a dash of green there," he whispered to himself, applying the colors with precision. Taking a step back, he admired his creation, a smile of contentment spreading across his face. "It's shaping up to be a masterpiece," he thought. But his focus was shattered by a mocking voice, "You're so devoid of talent, it's almost an art," it jeered, making Lincoln freeze and look around in confusion. "Not again," he sighed, his eyes settling back on the canvas, the origin of the ridicule. The voice was relentless, "You're so devoid of talent, it's almost an art," echoing with scorn. Lincoln addressed the painting, his voice laced with vexation, "What's your purpose?" He tried to hold back his emotions, countering, "That's not true." The paint morphed into the figure of his sister Luan, who taunted him without mercy. "Lincoln, you're just a failure, devoid of talent. You're unloved, unnoticed, a mere error," she scorned.
Reaching a breaking point, Lincoln began to tear up, eventually collapsing to the ground in tears. This reaction only amused the painting named Luan, who continued to hurl cruel words at him, intensifying his sorrow. "You're so untalented, you might as well give up on painting," Luan jeered, laughing at Lincoln's misery. Overwhelmed, Lincoln broke down completely. After five minutes of crying, he raised his eyes to his painting and, to his surprise, it had returned to its original state. He paused for a moment, then spoke in a voice filled with despair, "I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life," repeating the phrase three times.
End of Flashback.
With a weight in his chest, Lincoln took stock of his possessions. "It's time," he whispered, stepping out of his room. He soon returned, burdened with boxes. He set one down and started to pack: a toy plane, a robot, a dragon, followed by his treasured comic books and the Ace Savvy action figure. He carefully took down each picture from his walls, placing them tenderly into the box. Holding a trash bag, he combed through his closet, throwing away some items and the garbage itself. His eyes then rested on the Ace Savvy costume and the card he had held dear. As he pulled the costume out, a tear nearly broke free. "Forgive me," he murmured, cutting the costume to pieces—costume, mask, cape, card—all cut up and discarded in the bag, along with his handcrafted superhero drawings of his sisters, each crafted with detailed designs and powers of their own.
Lincoln set the bag down on the side of the box opposite to him. As he did so, his eyes caught the scissors, eliciting a melancholic sigh. In the living room, his sisters' attention remained fixed on the television show. "Wow, that cream puff looks insanely good," Lola commented as though she could taste the confection herself. "Totally, sis," Lana concurred, echoing her twin's sentiment. "I just knew Kate was going to win," Lori burst out, elated at her preferred chef's victory. "Totally awesome, right?" Leni chimed in, before noticing Lincoln's absence. "Hey, has anyone seen Lincoln?" she asked, beginning her search. "He might still be in his room," Luna offered. "Lana, Lola, could you two please fetch Lincoln and let him know 'Dessert Storm' is starting?" Lori directed. "Sure thing," the twins replied together, quickly making their way upstairs.
Ascending the stairs, the twins neared Lincoln's room. Lana reached for the doorknob, but Lola's gesture stopped her. "Lola, why did you stop—" Lana's question was cut short as Lola pressed a finger to her lips. "Shhh, listen," Lola whispered, and they both heard the unmistakable sound of weeping. "Is Lincoln crying?" Lola murmured. Lana, with worry in her voice, echoed, "Why is he crying?" Peeking through the slightly open door, they saw Lincoln shedding tears, packing items into a box. On Lincoln's arm were three long, red marks, their origin unclear. As Lincoln moved towards the door, the twins retreated in hushed panic. "What should we do?" Lola whispered, alarmed. "Let's go to our room," Lana decided, pulling Lola along to the safety of their shared space.
Lola and Lana entered the room just in time to witness Lincoln, his eyes red from tears, a solitary droplet tracing his cheek. He stepped out of his room, tugged on the line, opened the attic, and disappeared inside. The sound of him setting something down echoed, and he repeated this action four times, each instance adding a new box to the attic. "What is Lincoln placing in the attic?" Lana inquired. "I'm not sure what he's up to," Lola responded. As they prepared to leave the room, they caught sight of Lincoln emerging from the annex, tenderly holding something in his arms. "What's that?" Lola questioned. "It seems like a stuffed toy or something similar." "We should talk to him," Lola proposed, with Lana nodding in agreement. They observed Lincoln Walk out of the attic, gently closing the door. Taking advantage of the opportunity, they exited their room and approached Lincoln before he could retreat into his own.
"Is everything alright, Lincoln?" Lana asked, her voice filled with concern. Lincoln's silence only deepened their unease. "Big brother, what's that red mark on your arm?" Lola inquired, trying to get a closer look. Lincoln quickly hid his arm, keeping the mark out of his younger sister's view. "I'm fine, just leave me alone," he asserted. Yet Lola, undeterred, continued, "But Lincoln, what's wrong?" she probed. Lincoln spun around; his face twisted in anger. "I said leave me alone!" he snapped. The intensity of their brother's anger sent a chill through Lana and Lola; they could see the rage in his eyes. Lola, glimpsing his arm, saw the alarming red mark, oozing blood. "We're sorry to bother you, Lincoln. We'll leave now," the twins said softly, retreating. Lincoln heaved a frustrated sigh and retreated to his room. Meanwhile, Lana and Lola, disturbed by his reaction, took cover. "Why is he so angry with us?" Lana wondered aloud. Lola, still shaken, replied, "I'm not sure, but I saw the mark." "What did it look like?" Lana asked. "It seemed to be bleeding," Lola answered quietly, fear evident in her tone.
The twins remained downstairs; their faces etched with fear. As they settled back onto the couch, the concerned gazes of the Loud sisters fell upon Lana and Lola's visibly shaken forms. "Are you two, okay?" Luna asked, her eyes fixed on the pair, who offered no response. "Lola, Lana, is everything alright?" Leni's voice was tinged with worry. "Earth to Lana and Lola," Lori's voice broke through, drawing their gaze upwards. Fear was written all over their faces, a single tear shimmering on their cheeks. "What's wrong? Did you two have a fight?" Lori questioned, her arms folded in a blend of concern and exasperation. "No, it wasn't a fight," Lana finally spoke, though fear still dominated her expression. "Then what's going on?" Lori insisted, her bewilderment clear.
Before anyone could utter a word, a sound echoed from downstairs. Turning their gaze, they spotted their brother Lincoln, his hands tightly clutching a trash bag. The grip was so firm that his knuckles had turned pale, and his expression was one of distress. "Hey Linc, up for watching Desert Storm?" Leni offered cheerfully, yet Lincoln's silence persisted. "You are alright, Lincoln? And any idea why the twins seem frightened?" Lincoln remained mute. "Come on, Stinkin', you definitely heard us," Lynn Jr. chimed in, only to be met with the same silence. "What's going on, Lincoln?" Lori pressed, to which Lincoln finally replied, "It's nothing, just leave me," his voice strained as he moved with the bag towards the kitchen's rear exit. The Loud sisters watched, their faces etched with concern and unease.
"What seems to be the trouble with Lincoln?" Luna inquires, her British accent evident. "I'm not sure; I've never seen Linc this upset," Leni replies, her expression one of deep concern. "I'm puzzled as well. Are you both frightened to come downstairs because of this?" Lori asks the twins. "Yes," Lana and Lola confess, visibly shaken and anxious about their older brother's state. "It appears Lincoln is enveloped in gloom today—ha-ha, see what I did there? But seriously, something must be troubling him," they speculate. "He's shrouded in a veil of darkness," Lucy remarks somberly. The Loud sisters strive to comprehend the source of their brother's distress when their father's voice interrupts their thoughts. "Children, dinner's prepared!" Lynn Sr. calls out. Hearing this, the sisters exit the living room and make their way to the kitchen.
The Loud sisters sat in a row, each one's face etched with worry. Shortly after, Lincoln walked back into the room, sporting a jacket that raised eyebrows. He closed the door, settled next to Lynn Jr. and Lucy, and was met with a hush from his siblings. "Lincoln, what's with the jacket?" Lynn Jr. asked. "I felt like wearing it," Lincoln said, his tone clipped. Leni, eyes filled with concern, pressed, "Are you alright, Lincoln? Has someone been mean to you?" "I'm perfectly fine," he insisted, a note of irritation in his voice. "You sure, mate? You seem different," Luna observed, her British accent pronounced. "I'm just being me," Lincoln asserted sharply. "But why the bag and jacket all of a sudden?" Lori probed. Lincoln's frustration was palpable as he answered, "The bag's for garbage, and the jacket's my choice," his fingers tightened around his glass.
"Big brother, I feel like something's weighing on you. It's unhealthy to bottle it up; sharing is better," Lisa implored. "There's nothing to share; I prefer not to talk about it," Lincoln responded, which caused Lynn Jr. to jump in with an accusation. "Ha! You're hiding something, out with it, Stinkin'." In a fit of anger, Lincoln shot back, "I'm concealing nothing, and don't call me that!" His frustration was evident. Lori, tired of the back-and-forth, pushed him further. "Lincoln, just open up about what's troubling you and stop acting like a crybaby." Reaching his breaking point after Lori's mockery, Lincoln seized a cup, eyes fixed on her. "Leave me be!" he yelled, flinging the cup in Lori's direction. She narrowly avoided it, and the cup crashed against the wall, knocking down the family portrait and sending shards of glass across the floor.
Upon hearing the crash, the parents hurried back to the kitchen. "What on earth happened?" Rita and Lynn Sr. cried out. Approaching the kitchen, they saw their daughters glaring at their brother, standing over a broken cup and a family photo. The Loud sisters were not only frightened but also furious. Lori, about to reprimand Lincoln, stopped short, noticing his distressed expression. "Just leave me alone!" Lincoln burst out, his frustration palpable as he rose to leave. Luan, the family comedian, now looked scared and concerned. "Where are you going?" she inquired, her tone serious. "It's none of your business! Just leave me alone!" Lincoln shot back, exiting the kitchen, oblivious to his parents' shock as he threw a cup towards his sisters.
As Lincoln ascended the stairs, the parents turned to their daughters, voicing their concern, "What has happened, and why is Lincoln so distressed?" A hush descended; the elder sisters wore looks of worry, while the younger ones displayed a blend of bewilderment and dread. Lana and Lola clung to each other, visibly shaken. Lucy retreated into her own apprehensions; Lisa was found beneath the table, clutching Lily tightly. The siblings were profoundly unsettled, having never seen their brother so enraged. Before they could articulate a response, a thunderous crash echoed, followed by the noise of something being trampled and a vexed "Dang it!" from upstairs. Rita, Lynn Sr., and their daughter hastened upstairs to uncover the cause of the commotion.
Lincoln emerged from the bathroom, clutching his right hand in anger. "Dang it," he muttered, his frustration evident as he continued walking. Lynn Jr. began to speak, "Lincoln, what's wrong with you?" But Lincoln ignored her, pressing on towards his room. "Lincoln, what's wrong? You're having a gloomy day; you need to brighten up! Ha-ha, get it?" Luan joked, laughing. Her laughter caused everyone to sing louder, but Lincoln just gave her an irritated look. Shut the f#ck up Luan I F#ck hate your joke Lincoln say holding his tear and making everyone look surprise never in their life ever hear Lincoln curse at them. Lincoln retreated to his room and slammed the door. "Lincoln, stop slamming the door," Lynn Sr. called out, but Lincoln flung the door open and retorted, "Shut it, old man!" He then added insultingly, "How about you grow some hair on that bald head?" His words shocked the entire family as he closed the door again, causing a resounding noise.
As the group converged, Luan's attention was drawn to the floor, where a trail of blood droplets led to the bathroom. "Is that blood?" Luan murmured, following the crimson path. Without a second thought, Luan dashed into the bathroom and called out, "Guys, we have a problem!" The urgency in Luan's voice brought the Loud family running. They arrived to find a bathroom scene of chaos: a mirror lay in ruins, its shards smeared with blood, some dangling dangerously, others strewn across the floor. "What on earth happened here?" they gasped collectively. Rita, pale with worry, asked, "What's happening with our son?" Lynn Sr., tears brimming, shared her alarm, "What's become of my boy?" Lori, resolute, declared, "I'm not sure, but we're going to get to the bottom of this," her sisters nodded in solemn agreement.
The next day, Lincoln was at the park on the swing, moving, just looking angry. "I'm not fat, ugly, or untalented," Lincoln whispered, causing some tears to follow. Back at the Loud house, the Loud sisters were in Lori and Leni's room, starting a sister's meeting. "Okay, guys, we all know why we're here," Lori said, and everyone nodded at her. "Something is bothering our brother Lincoln, and we're going to figure it out." "Yeah, I have never seen Lincoln that angry before," Leni said sadly.
I don't know, but something must be bothering our little brother, Luna says. Before they could say anything else, Lana and Lola stood up and began speaking. "Well, something did happen yesterday when we went to get Linky," Lana and Lola say. Everyone looks at them, and Lori lets them speak. "After we went to get Lincoln, I noticed that Lincoln was crying about something," Lola says.
We asked him if he was doing okay, but he didn't say anything. However, seeing something on his arm, I was about to take a look when he quickly yelled at us to leave him, as Lana said. So, we went back to our room, and after he returned to his room, I told Lana about the mark on his arm. It was blood, I heard Lola say. This caused all the Loud sisters to look more worried than before.
"That's not the only thing we found," both twins said. "We went to the attic and found this." Lana and Lola showed them three boxes. When they opened them, the Loud sisters were surprised to see that they were filled with Lincoln's comic books, toys, video games, and posters. "What in the world?" Lori said, holding some of Lincoln's comic books. "Something must be bothering him really badly to cause him to put all his stuff in the attic," Lynn Jr. said. "Well, there is one thing," Lola said, revealing something from her back. It turned out to be a stuffed animal rabbit, which caused the rest of his sisters and Lana to be in shock. "Bun Bun!" all the Loud sisters said.
Lori mentioned that this was Lincoln's favorite animal when he was Lily's age. Lana added that Lincoln never want to give away Bun Bun for anything. Luna agreed, saying Lincoln would never get rid of Bun Bun like that. Before anyone could say anything else, Lori devised a plan.
First, we let Lincoln calm down until his anger subsides a little, then we ask him what caused his anger. Everyone agrees with Lori's suggestion, causing all the sisters to nod in agreement. With that, Lori slams her shoes, signaling that the meeting is over. The Loud sisters walk out of Lori and Leni's room and head to their own rooms, but the last person standing in the hallway is Luan.
Luan was standing there, contemplating what could have caused to be in such a bad mood. "What could make Lincoln so sour?" Luan mused, laughing at her own joke. But what could have? Lincoln had been fine over the past few days; he was in the living room painting while I was telling him jok... After thinking it through, Luan recalled the joke she had told Lincoln. That joke could very well be the main reason for his behavior.
Flashback
"Good evening, Lincoln. Are you prepared for my most joke?" Luan inquired; her excitement palpable. "What term is used for a cow without legs? Ground beef!" she exclaimed, laughing heartily, Lincoln remained indifferent. "Not to your liking, I see. Very well, consider this one: What is the current situation with dinosaurs? They are all extinct!" Luan chuckled at her own humor yet was unaffected. "Surely, that was amusing," Luan insisted. Lincoln glanced at her and replied, "I apologize Luan, but your jokes do not consistently resonate with me. They are somewhat overused, and at present, am immersed in artwork and attention to old jokes," he stated res his focus on the canvas.
Luan was becoming increasingly angry after hearing that and decided to tell her little brother a joke she thought of. "Oh yeah, you didn't like that joke. How about this one?" Luan said, looking at her brother and making him face her. "You are so fat, you need to go on a diet, ha-ha, get it?" Lincoln replied, but Luan kept talking. "You look like a sumo wrestler, but without the talent, ha-ha, get it? You're so big you have your own gravitational pull, ha-ha, get it?" Luan laughed but Lincoln stared at her. "No, I have more," Luan said, looking at her brother. "You're so ugly, you should wear a bag over your head, ha-ha, get it? You're so, you make me cry, ha get it? Do you have to pay people to be your friend, ha-ha, get it?" Luan kept laughing, but Lincoln was even more shocked to hear that. "No, no, no, I've got one more," Luan said. "You're so talentless, you make me look good. You're like an experiment. Do you have to try hard to be this bad? You're so untalented, you should just give up, ha-ha, get it?" Luan said, laughing as she fell to the ground.
Lincoln remained motionless, his face a canvas of bewilderment and surprise after his sister's jest. He stood still for a prolonged moment until Luan, her laughter not yet subsided, rose to address him. "That joke was quite the hit, right, Lincoln?" she quipped. Lincoln at her, forced a chuckle, and responded, "Absolutely, Luan, it was a riot," while concealing his genuine sentiments. "I'm off to my room, just holler if you need anything. Catch you later, Lincoln," Luan announced as she made her way to her sanctuary. Alone, Lincoln continued to wear his perplexed look like a mask until, after a lengthy pause, he gathered his artwork and retreated to the solitude of his own room.
End of Flashback
After that, Luan covered her mouth and couldn't believe that she was the main reason for Lincoln's anger. "How could I say that to Lincoln? That was a mean joke," Luan thought. Luan went downstairs to the kitchen to think of something to help Lincoln, but what she didn't know was that someone in the vent had seen and heard part of what Luan said. And the person in the vent who heard part of what Luan said was not happy at all.
Four hours after returning home, Lincoln's sisters decided to leave him alone until he calmed down. He was his room, lights off, lying on the bed, still looking very angry. "I'm not fat, ugly, or untalented," Lincoln said in an angry tone. Before Lincoln could do anything else, the door slowly opened, revealing Luan Loud. She walked in, closed the door, and turned on the light, showing Lincoln's room, which had nothing but a bed, window, and dresser. Luan could see that Lincoln was getting worse and knew she needed to hurry and fix it.
"Hi, Lincoln, are you doing okay Luan said, while Lincoln just groaned at her. "Okay, I know you're not doing well, so I have a new joke I want to tell you," Luan said, but Lincoln didn't respond.
Alright, what do you call a ghost when it gets caught? Ghostbusters, ha-ha, get it? Luan joked, but Lincoln remained silent. Alright, what about when a fish makes a call? Put that in my tag, Luan said, but still no response. Alright, this last one will make you laugh. What does the star do? It shines bright like a diamond, ha-ha, get it? Luan said, but Lincoln just turned around, not want to deal with her joke.
Luan was growing weary of Lincoln's anger his refusal to laugh at her jokes, and she snapped. "I can't stand it! You are just a crybaby who can't take a joke even if you see it," Luan said, causing Lincoln to turn around and look at her. "What did you say?" Lincoln asked, slightly angered. "You heard me. You are a crybaby and an untalented brother as well. I hate having you as a brother for acting like that," Luan said but stopped when she saw Lincoln getting angry.
"Lincoln, look, I didn't mean to say that," Luan said, but was interrupted by Lincoln's yell. "Shut the f#ck up, Luan!" Lincoln yelled at her while tears started falling down. "Lincoln, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I just wan..." "I hate you, I hate you, Luan!" Lincoln yelled. Before Luan could say anything else, Lincoln pushed her away, causing her to fall to the ground. Lincoln ran out of the hall, out of the house, and disappeared in the street.
The rest of the Loud sisters heard Lincoln yell, and some saw him run out of the house and off somewhere. "Lincoln, where he go?" Leni said. "I don't know; he just yelled and ran off out of nowhere, dude," Luna replied. Not too long after, Rita Loud and Lynn Loud Sr. ran upstairs, hearing some noise. ", what happened, and where is Lincoln?" Rita and Lynn Sr. asked.
We heard Lincoln yell and run out the house. "We don't know where Lincoln could be," Lori said. "Why was Lincoln yelled at? Did you guys say anything to him?" All the sisters said no, except Luan, who remained quiet. "Luan knows," Lucy said, scaring everyone as she appeared out of nowhere. "What do you mean, Lucy?" Lynn Sr. asked. Lucy looked at Luan, pointed her finger at her, and spoke.
Luan knows what wrong with Lincoln, and she even know why Lincoln in a bad mood lately Lucy says that causing all her family to look at her. Luan what do you do or say to Lincoln Rita says. Luan took a deep sign and starting spill. She tells her family the day before telling Lincoln a joke and want to be mean and what happen to know. With that Luan has tell her family everything. That everything but you need to believe me I didn't mean to hurt his feeling I just want to try to make him laugh.
"Dude, have you lost your mind? That joke you told Lincoln was messed up. You know you shouldn't say that to him," Luna says. "Yeah, I might be too mean sometimes or too rough, but I would never say that to Lincoln like that," Lynn Jr. says angrily. "You are the main reason Linky yelled at us," Lana and Lola say. "That wasn't funny, Luan, that was mean," Leni says, tears welling. "Do you even think before you say a joke like that? Not only did you hurt Lincoln with the joke, but you made him think he hates himself," Lori says "I know I never show my emotions, but this raises my rage," Lisa says, looking angrily at Luan.
I didn't mean to make Lincoln upset, I just wanted to make him laugh... Before Luan could say anything, Luna grabbed her by the shirt, pushed her against the wall, and yelled at her. "Shut up, Luan, just shut up. Sometimes jokes can hurt a person, and what you did to our only brother was messed up, dude." Luna punched her in the nose, causing it to bleed. "You are not, you are a bully you are a," Luna said. Before she could do anything else, Lynn Sr. and Rita Loud stopped things got worse.
"Luna, stop! That's enough. Fighting won't solve anything," Rita said. "Luan, you are grounded for two months. No comedy, TV, mall visits, and you are not allowed to leave the house except for school and home. Go to your room. I am very disappointed in you," Lynn Sr. added. With that, Luan did as father instructed and headed to her room while her sisters avoided looking at her.
With that, Rita and Lynn Sr. looked at their children while Rita held Lily. "Okay, everyone, we're going to take Vanzilla and search for Lincoln," the parents said as they nodded in agreement and set off to find their brother. Three hours passed, and the family was still searching for their brother/son, while Luan remained in her room. She was crying, knowing that her joke had hurt her brother, and she didn't realize how badly it had affected him.
"I am the world's worst sister," Luan said, looking at the family picture. Everyone was smiling, even her brother was smiling. She felt sad and spoke to herself, "I'm sorry, Lincoln. I need to fix this." With that, Luan left her room and left the house. She didn't care if she might get in trouble. All she cared about was finding her brother and telling him how sorry she was Luan looked everywhere for her brother. She looked at all the spots Lincoln usually goes: his friend's house, Gus's Game and Grub, and Flip's Food and Fuel, but nothing. Luan kept walking until she finally sat down somewhere and just gave up.
"This is all my fault," Luan said, starting to cry. After a few minutes of crying, Luan heard a familiar voice. "Luan, is that you?" a voice said. Luan turned around and saw her boyfriend, Benny. "Luan," she said, wiping her tears away. Benny noticed that Luan's nose was bleeding and wanted to understand what happened. Benny helped Luan up and took her to his house, where she sat down. After a few minutes, Benny put a band-aid on her nose. "There you, go you're all better," Benny said, causing Luan to smile. "Thank you, Benny," Luan said, but still looked sad. "Oh, Luan, can you tell me what happened?" Benny asked. Luan a breath and started to explain what had happened.
After Luan explained everything to Benny about what had happened to lead to this point, Benny was in shock. "Wow, just wow," Benny said. "I know I'm the world's worst sister. I'll just go ahead and leave," Luan said. She was about to leave until Benny held her hand. "Luan, I wasn't done yet," Benny, getting Luan's attention. "What?" Luan asked. "Let me explain this. Yes, what you said was messed up, but I know you didn't mean to hurt your brother like that. You just got angry, right Benny said. "Yeah, that's what I meant. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings. So, go for him and tell him," Benny said, but Luan stopped him.
"I tried to tell him, but he just got mad and ran away. If I do try to tell him but, I don't know where to find him," Luan said. "Don't just tell Lincoln you're sorry. Tell him you're sorry from the heart; let him know how truly sorry you are," Benny said "In my heart, I will make sure to do that," Luan said, "but I don't know where Lincoln could be." "Hmm, is there any special place that Lincoln might go, a place only him and you know?" Benny asked. Luan thought for a moment, and within a few seconds, she might have known where Lincoln could be. "I know where Lincoln is," Luan said, looking back at Benny. "Thank you, Benny, you're the best," Luan said, Benny a kiss on the lips, causing him to talk weirdly and faint to the ground.
Luan laughed at Benny and held onto the thought of where Lincoln might be. With that, Luan took out phone and sent her parents a text to let them know where Lincoln could be. Eight minutes later, Luan made her way to the park, looked around and found her brother on the swing. She walked to the swing and started speaking, "Hey, little brother," Luan said but Lincoln didn't respond and just ignored her.
Luan approached the swing and began speaking. "Lincoln, I just want to say that I am really sorry for making that mean joke about you. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." There was no response. "Please understand, I will never do that," she added, but still received no reply. Luan was about to say something when Lincoln finally spoke up.
"Do you hate me?" Lincoln asked, causing Luan to look at her brother. "What do you mean, Lincoln?" Luan asked, wanting to know what her brother was thinking. "Do you hate me?" Lincoln repeated, looking at Luan with tearful eyes. Luan looked at her brother and saw that he wasn't angry, but rather very depressed. "No, Lincoln, I don't hate you. Why would you think I hate you?" Luan replied. You make me feel that I fat, ugly, and untalented. You make me how much I hate myself, how much I don't feel anything but hate, how much I feel..." Before Lincoln could finish, Luan gave him a hug.
Lincoln I so sorry I hurt you very much I didn't mean to make you feel this way. I do care and love about you Lincoln. When you were born to the family, I was so glad to have you as a brother Luan say. Lincoln, I will never hate you and I promise to never make mean joke ever again Luan say. When she hears Lincoln crying letting out all the tear he been hold for so long. With that Luan was crying too. With that Lincoln smile for no longer keep all his problem in for so long. Luan was glad to have her brother to forgive her again.
With surprise, the Loud family was glad to find their brother and even happier when Luan expressed her deep apologies to Lincoln. The whole family then joined in a hug. After that, they headed back home. It is reassuring that everything has returned to normal.
Six months had passed, and Lincoln was in his room working on his art pieces. The family marveled at how great his artwork was. "That is one great art piece, Lincoln," Lori said. " Dude, it rocks Luna said, throwing the goat. " Beautiful, Lincoln," Lana and Lola chime in. "That's really great artwork. That's a real piece," Luan said, and she and Lincoln started laughing "Thank you, guys, and thank you, Luan. Your jokes are funny Lincoln said, causing Luan to smile and get up to hug her brother. "You are the best little artist brother," Luan said. "You are the best comedy sister," Lincoln replied.
The End