Anger Management/Transcript

Transcript
[At The Loud House, the sisters are still fighting until they hear their mother, father, and brother having an argument.]

Lori: Did you hear that?

Lola: It's coming from upstairs. We should check it out.

[They went upstairs and peeking the door.]

Rita: (angry) LYNN (Sr.), LINCOLN!!! WHY WOULD YOU TWO RUN AWAY FROM THE FIGHT AND COME TO THIS ROOM?! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO TELL THE GIRLS TO STOP ARGUING AND FIGHTING NOT RUN AWAY AND GO TO THIS DARN ROOM!!

Lynn Sr: (angry) Because I saw the girls arguing and fighting because Lincoln tried to fix the issue, but he only made it worse!!!

Lincoln: (angry) While I made trouble, I tried to tell the girls to fix the problem, but it only made it worse!! During the fight, my dad ran away from the fight, I say "Wait for me!" and went to the room!

Rita: (angry, groans) THAT'S IT!!

[They all start bickering and then getting into a violent melee over what they said about each other.]

[The girls gasped in shock and move away from the door.]

Lynn Jr: What have we done? We are fighting and arguing because Lincoln said that. We fighting and arguing cause our brother and parents to argue and fight.

Leni: We're horrible people for fighting.

Lori: Yeah, Leni. It's actually our faults, not Lincoln's.

Leni: We shouldn't fight over the dress...

Lori: (Sighs) Yeah...

Luna: I got an idea! Why don't we make a class?

Luan: Good idea!

Lori: Let's go!

(They decided to make the class called Anger Management.)

Luna: There. We finish the class. Okay, let's do this.

(Meanwhile, inside the room, Rita, Lynn Sr, and Lincoln stop fighting, their clothes are now torn, covered in bruises and have a black eye.)

Rita: (to both, angry) No more running away, guys!!! Also, you better stop hiding!

Lynn Sr: (to Lincoln, angry) And you better stop following me, son!!

Lincoln: (to Lynn Sr., angry) EXCUSE ME!!! I tried to follow you because of the girls fighting! So, stop it!

(Lynn Sr. shocked and groans in anger.)

(They then begin to walk to the downstairs.)

Lincoln: (angry) This is all your fault!