One night at The Loud House, while the parents were out for a walk, they left their eldest daughter, Lori Loud, in charge. Lori, as usual, just nodded absentmindedly at them while chatting away on her cellphone. After the parents left, the Loud kids went about their usual activities.

Lincoln Loud, the only boy in the family and the middle child, was lounging on the living room couch, engrossed in his game and munching on pizza, barely noticing the chaos his sisters had created. Lori, the oldest and most responsible of the siblings, was on the phone with her boyfriend Bobby, gossiping about high school drama. Leni Loud, the second oldest, was frantically searching for her sunglasses, looking utterly confused. Luna Loud, the third oldest and the family’s rocker, was blasting her rock music and singing loudly in her room. Luan Loud, the fourth oldest and the resident prankster, was scheming her next prank in the bathroom with a devious grin. Lynn Loud, the sporty and always competitive sister, was busy working out in her room. Lucy Loud, the seventh sister with a dark and gothic streak, was rummaging through her room for a spell book. Lana Loud, the eighth sister who loved mechanics and dirt, was happily playing in the mud with her dog. Lola Loud, the same age as Lana and a fan of beauty and makeup, was in the midst of her beauty routine. Lisa Loud, the ninth sister and the family’s science whiz, was engrossed in one of her wild experiments in her room. Meanwhile, the baby, Lily Loud was fast asleep in her bed.

Lincoln sighed, continuing to play his game with a casual demeanor, used to his sisters’ antics. But recently, he’d been feeling an unsettling sense of dread he couldn’t shake off. Little did he know, his sisters were all thinking about him, each in their own way.