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"So, who broke it?" it was the question Lincoln decided to start the emergency sibling meeting with.
Going down to the kitchen, Lincoln noticed a broken electric kettle on the floor. Frankly, considering how often his sisters argued, Lincoln wasn't even surprised by the sight, taking it for granted. Still, eager to understand who did it, he quickly gathered all his sisters in the kitchen and showed them the remains of the unfortunate kettle, which he had already managed to place on the table.
"I'm not mad, I just wanna know," Lincoln doubted his words would accomplish anything, but he tried anyway. As it turned out, his words did have an effect: the sisters began to look at each other in confusion, trying to find the culprit.
Leni took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"I did," she said, trying to defuse the situation, "I broke it—"
"No, Leni. No, you didn't," Lincoln interrupted, realizing Leni was lying, before turning his attention to another, far more likely candidate, who was currently examining a broken kettle with exaggerated interest, "Luan?"
"Hey, don't look at me!" taking a step back, the Jokester quickly glanced left and then right before finding another potential culprit, "Look at Luna."
"What?" Luna shot a shocked look at her little sister, "I didn't break it."
"Is that so? Then how did you know it was broken?" Luan narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"Hmmm, I don't know," Luna replied sarcastically, "Maybe because it's sitting right in front of us, and, you know, broken?"
"Sus-tea-cious," Luan replied, then laughed at her own pun, causing everyone else to roll their eyes and groan in annoyance, "Got it?"
"No, it's not!" Luna crossed her arms.
"Sigh. I doubt that it matters," Lucy said, drawing everyone's attention, "But Lori was the last one using it," she said, turning to her older sister, who had already pulled out her phone and, apparently, started texting Bobby.
"Are you literally kidding me!?" she snapped, turning off her phone. "I don't even drink that cr—" she cut herself off at the last moment, remembering the presence of her younger sisters, one of whom she was talking to, "I don't even drink that stuff!"
"Oh, really?" despite his little sister's monotone, Lincoln swore he heard genuine curiosity in her voice, "Then what were you doing by the kettle earlier?"
"First, I wasn't next to the kettle, but to the coffee maker," Lori began, pointing to the object that stood next to where the kettle usually sat, "Second, if you're so curious, I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles," as if trying to confirm this, she showed the Queen of Darkness her nails, "Literally everyone knows that, Lucy!"
"Okay, okay, girls," Leni stepped between the sisters, preventing them from approaching each other and escalating their argument into a fight, "Let's not fight, I broke it, so I'm going to fix it, Linky."
"Thank you, but no," Lincoln countered, stepping forward. "Who broke it?"
Silence fell over the kitchen. The sisters exchanged suspicious glances, hoping the culprit would break down and confess. Finally, Luna noticed something odd.
"Lincoln," she whispered, drawing his attention, "Lynn's been awfully quiet..."
"Really!?" the Sport immediately yelled in anger.
"Yes, really!" Luna replied defiantly.
"Oh my god!" Lynn looked ready to pounce on her older sister.
"Wait," Leni tried to defuse the situation, "What makes you think it was Lynn?"
"Agreed," Lola nodded, "My money is on Lana."
"What?" Mudzilla turned to face her twin.
"I mean, why not?" the princess raised her hands, "Maybe you decided to break the kettle so you could fix it and show off your skills, but couldn't do this in time?"
"First of all, unlike you, I'm not going to show off my skills for no reason," Lana poked her twin in the chest, "Secondly, maybe YOU broke it and currently trying to blame it on me?"
"Why you little!..."
"Or maybe it was Lisa?" Lori suggested.
"Care to explain why I'd do that, my dear eldest sibling?" the little genius asked.
"Hmmm..." Lori pretended that she was thinking about it, "Maybe you suddenly wanted to get new details for one of the inventions you're currently working on?"
"I have more than enough details!"
"I think it was Luan," Lynn chimed in.
"Why would I do that? This isn't funny!"
The sisters' argument grew more and more heated with each passing second. Lincoln opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it, realizing he'd only be wasting his time trying to calm them down. Turning away, he noticed Clyde and Ronnie Anne approaching, looking out the window. Gesturing for them to be quiet, he quickly and silently left the kitchen and then walked out the house.
"Hey, guys, where would you like to go?" With all that story, Lincoln had completely forgotten about his arranged walk with them. Luckily, he remembered his plans when he saw them.
"Well, let's go to the park," Clyde suggested hesitantly.
"Okay," the trio headed for the park.
"So, what were your sisters fighting about this time, Lame-O?" Ronnie Anne asked once the trio had gotten far enough away from the house.
"Someone broke the kettle, and I was trying to find the culprit," Lincoln explained, "Although, actually, I knew who did it all along."
"And who was it?" Clyde inquired.
"I broke it," Lincoln replied with a shit-eating grin, catching his friends off guard, "It burned my hand, so I punched it," he showed them the back of his left hand as proof, where there was a slight redness, "I predict that," he paused, pulled out his phone and checked the time, "Yes, ten minutes from now, they'll be at each other's throats with a war paint on their faces and a pig head on the stick," he chuckled, imagining the scene, "Good. It was getting a little chummy around here."
"But why did you do that?" Ronnie Anne asked, confused and secretly impressed that Lincoln had managed to provoke such an epic conflict.
"That's for the whole Sister Fight Protocol circus," Clyde winced sympathetically at the thought, recalling the incident, while Ronnie Anne raised an eyebrow in confusion, forcing Loud to explain what had happened. By the time he finished, the trio had already arrived at the park.
"Seriously?" she asked, not even bothering herself with trying to hide the disappointment, "Lori and Leni started this whole thing over a dress?"
"That's exactly what I was saying," Lincoln threw up his hands. "Clyde and I once wore matching shirts, and no one complained! Look, I admit my approach wasn't the best, but that doesn't make this whole situation any less stupid. Plus, their fight was interrupting others' daily lives."
"But Lincoln, what will happen when they find out you broke the kettle?" Clyde asked, his concern lingering, "Won't they be mad?"
"Well, it's worth it," Man with the Plan decided, "Now, who's ready to have a great day?"
"Me!" his friends answered in unison.
"Then follow me!"