The Loud Sisters Strike Back

Victim #3

It was dark when Lori, Leni and Luna came to the house of Heather Watzinski, second-in-command to queen bee Colleen O'Sullivan.

Tonight was the night of Royal Woods Middle School's formal dance, the very same one that Lincoln had expected to take "Cindy" to. The thought that those girls having the time of their lives after what they did to Lincoln, at the very same event that they had ruined for him, it was an injustice the Loud sisters would not stand for. If the dance was ruined for Lincoln, they'd ruin the dance for those girls, too.

Fortunately, they were halfway done. Rachel was in hiding while her hair grew back from it's tragic buzzcut, and Mallory was so traumatized from the destruction of her dolls, she wouldn't be leaving her house for a while. They just had one more mean girl to destroy before they could target the top of their food chain.

The firstborn three Louds were crouching in the bushes next to the Watzinski house, just below a window to the living room. Luna turned to Leni. "Got the goods?"

Leni answered by grinning meanly, a rare occurrence for the bubbly blonde, as she held up a shopping bag from her job at Reininger's, all purchased with her employee discount.

Luna peeked in through the slight opening of the window, seeing Mr. and Mrs. Watzinki both sitting in the living room, reading books. Perfect. Carefully as can be, she took the Reininger's bag and opened the window, which luckily opened from the side and not the top. It was the longest amount of time ever that Luna had been quiet in her life as she gently lowered the bag onto the ground just below the window, then closed the glass panes and swiftly ducked underneath the sill.

That was Lori's cue.  She dialed swiftly on her cell phobe, fingers tapping numbers at lightning speed.  As she held the phone to Luna's ear and waited, Mr. Watzinski's voice came on the other end.  "Hello, Watzinski residence."

"'Ello love, this is Muna Moud callin' from the Royal Woods Motel," she said in her best British accent.  "I'm just callin' to verify a queen-sized bed fer t'night."

"I-I'm sorry, there must be some mistake."

"Oy? The res'vation was made by one... Heather Watzinski?"

The girls could feel the father tensing even through the phone.  Luna smirked.  Time for the parting shot.  "She also ordered a bottle o' champagne 'n' the... 'romance' package?"

"You better cancel that order," came Mr. Watzinski's voice over the phone.  He hung up, and a second later, his voice reappeared, this time coming from the window.  "HEATHER!  Get in here now!"

The Loud sisters sneakily looked up over the top of the windowsill to watch the fireworks.  In walked Heather in a bathrobe, in the middle of curling her stupid blonde hair for the dance tonight.  "What is it?" she asked, a little irritated to be pulled away from pre-dance beauty prep.

"You and Todd booked a motel room?!" her father bellowed, face turning red as a beet.

The look on Heather's face was priceless. "What?! What are you talking about?!"

"The Royal Woods Motel called!", her father said. "They said you made a reservation!"

Her mother looked like she was about to cry. "How can you do this to us?!"

"I didn't do anything!" Heather protested. "I was in my room all afternoon getting ready for the dance!"

That's when her mother noticed the Reininger's bag.  "What is this?"

She marched right over, plucking the bag up from off the floor and plopping it onto the coffee table.  She reached inside, and Heather's face went slack when her mon pulled out a pair of lacy lingerie panties and a long strip of rubber condoms.