Lincoln, what are you doing? Guys, we have a situation.
[gasping]
I'm done with this!
You guys and your stupid fight have ruined the whole day!
It's time to get over it and make up!
Lincoln, this has to run its course.
Sister fight protocol.
Forget sister fight protocol!
Well, I'm not sleeping in here with her!
I'm not sleeping in here with her, either!
Fine! Luna, you sleep in here tonight,
Leni sleeps in your room.
- Works for me! - Me too!
You're playing with fire, bro!
[chattering in agreement]
Listen. By tomorrow, Lori and Leni will have cooled off,
and you'll be thanking me!
[whistling]
[babbling]
[yawning]
Hmmm, peaceful. Sounds like good ol' Lincoln saved the day.
[Luan] Just admit you're wrong!
[Luna] You're wrong, dude!
Or not. [sighing]
Wait a minute,
that didn't sound like Lori and Leni.
Lori had the dress first!
She told me the whole story last night!
Well, Leni told me her side,
and she clearly had the dress first!
Ha! That's funnier than most of your lame jokes!
Oh I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you!
I've gone partially deaf
from your horrible guitar playing!
Guys, guys.
[growling]
Sister fight protocol! Divide and isolate!
You're paying for new shocks, Lincoln!
This room is now off limits!
Come on! Why is it always my room?
Congratulations, elder brother.
Thanks to you, the threat level is now at stampeding T-Rex.
[Lynn Sr.] Stampeding T-Rex?! No!
We'll storm out in here.
- Did you remember the bucket? - Dang it!
Commencing T-Rex protocol.
I've got Big L, and we're on the move.
Roger that.
We're headed for the red zone.
Copy that, we're headed for the green zone.
[snarling]
Lola, what are you doing?
This is the red zone. The door is red.
Uh, hello! The carpet is green.
[arguing]
Here you go, Mrs. Loud.
Thanks Bobby. Just the large pepperoni for us,
you can deliver the rest to the front door.
Do I have to?
Lori told me the threat level's at Stampeding T-Rex.
Just ring the doorbell and run.
Ooh! Good call, Mr. L.
Okay, first seating will be Leni, Luan, and Lana.
[Lisa]
Gasp! What are you doing?
You're supposed to be watching Lori, Luna, and Lola.
Can't I have a break?
I've been working for nine hours.
So have I, and you don't see me complaining.
Oh yeah, 'cause you're always such a ray of sunshine.
At least I don't smell like crusty athletic socks.
Please! Like Eau De Death is better.
Oh, boy. Here we go.
We are now at Erupting Volcano, people.
Enough with your dumb chart!
How would you like to eat that hat?!
[arguing]
[fighting]
Hey guys.
[fighting]
Clyde, come in!
Hey Lincoln, what's up?
Is your trundle bed available?
Is it for you, or Lori?
For me, Clyde! Duh! Sorry buddy, I'm a little stressed.
We're at Erupting Volcano over here.
Say no more.
[Lincoln] And the next thing I know,
they're all fighting.
[Clyde] Interesting,
[Clyde] and how did that make you feel?
Clyde, what are you doing?
When I take my problems to Dr. Lopez,
this is how she helps me.
Okay, okay! Anyway, I feel frustrated.
Their ridiculous sister fight protocol
only makes things worse.
If they'd just let me help them, I can fix everything.
I see. So what do you plan to do?
I'm gonna march back in there tomorrow,
and talk some sense into those girls.
That seems sensible. Hmm, I see our time is up.
What?! Can't I stay over?
Oh! I'm sorry.
I'm so used to hearing Dr. Lopez say that.
Okay. Here goes.
Attention, Loud sisters!
I am here to resolve your conflicts!
Please remain calm! I am coming in!
What's going on? What happened to the fighting?
Pfft. We're over that. We made up.
All of you?
Correct. Threat level is back to Field of Daisies.
[Lynn Sr.] Oh, thank goodness!
I don't understand. How did you fix everything?
No, Lincoln. You fixed everything.
Me? How?
By leaving.
We told you, if you just butted out,
we'd resolve it on our own.
But the dress?
I came up with the perfect solution.
Lori gets to wear it on the days that end in "Y",
and I get to wear it the rest of the time.
And once they made up, the rest of us made up.
Oh, well, I guess I've learned my lesson:
always respect the sister fight protocol.
Glad you're finally getting it.
Oh, I totally do, believe me.
Next time when Lynn says she needs a windshield wiper
when Lisa talks, or Lana says Lola snores like Pop-Pop,
I am staying out of it.
You said what now, Sporty?!
Oh, I snore, do I?
How can you hear me over all your sleep-farting?!
Phew. Can't wait to use the real toilet.
[arguing]
[Lynn Sr.} Aah! Retreat! Retreat!
Wait for me!
[fighting]