James's worse nightmare.

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Later, everyone is in the bathroom brushing their teeth, except for Leni, who is brushing her hair, Luan, who is flossing her teeth, Lily, who is taking a bath in the sink, and Lynn Sr., who is trying to pluck out his nose hairs.

Lori: *angrily to Leni* Um, I'm literally trying to brush my teeth here.

Rita: We all are, honey.

Leni: Shh, I'm trying to brush my hair and you keep making me lose count.

Lynn Sr.: Yeah, well, I'm plucking nose hairs and I lost count too!

Everyone else starts arguing. Lincoln pops up from behind.

Lincoln: Mom! Dad!

Luan: *laughs* Lincoln has to take out the trash for a month!

Lincoln: *to Luan* I don't care. *turns to his parents, grunting* What part of the world are we from?

Lynn: *seeing toothpaste on her sleeve* Who spit toothpaste on my arm?

Lincoln: Clyde's family's from France!

Rita: Well, my family is from right here in Royal Woods, honey.

Lynn Sr.: I'm not sure where my family is from originally. Why?

Lincoln: Because if we knew, we could take a vacation, and meet our relatives.

That gets the family's attention, and the girls ramble amongst themselves, mostly to their parents.

Lana: Vacation!

Lola: Five-star hotel, please.

Lincoln: All we need to do is find out where Dad's family is from.

The girls join Lincoln in convincing their parents into finding out.

Rita: Okay, let's just slow down, everyone.

Lynn Sr.: Well, can't hurt to find out.

Lisa: All I will need, Father, is a DNA sample.

Lynn Sr.: No needles. *shivers* I hate needles!

Lisa: Pshaw. Oh, Father. *shines a light onto her face, which changes to a wicked grin* Needles are for amateurs.

In Lisa and Lily's room, Lisa pushes a few buttons and flips a switch on for a centrifuge machine. Said machine is connected to a rotator at a capsule going practically at hyperspeed with Lynn Sr. inside as the family looks on. He squeals as his head is squished back into the seat he is sitting in. Later, Lisa pushes buttons on a different device; this one repeatedly dunking Lynn Sr. into a tank of water.

Lynn Sr.: I shoulda... picked the... needles!

Rita: *wincing at everything her husband is enduring* Boy, I'm glad I know where I'm from.

James: Aye. That would make me vomit up me shit.

Lisa activates a third device. Lynn Sr. is strapped on a table as six fingers repeatedly tickle him, having him laugh uncontrollably.

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