In an instant, Lacy sat down an old article of a tall gothic woman being interviewed, holding a skull in one hand and a basketball in the other. The article was titled, 'How I Stack paper to the ceiling and rain 3 pointers on my short athletic sister.' Lupa was surprised to see it was a picture of none other than her Mom, Lucy Loud.

"Now we can exercise together!" Lacy explained. "She recommends you do warm up with drills and situps. But we can start with suicide runs."

"Isn't that exciting Lupa?" Panther smarmed.

"..Terrific." Lupa scowled.

"By the way, Mr. Loud. Could you give me a lift while a clock out? Dad says he's running late at Duds for Dudes. Something about some kids needing to bring back some suits." Panther asked as she grabbed her bag.

"Sure." Lincoln perked. "Throw in that new Muscle Fish comic over the weekend, and Lincoln's Taxi service is at your disposal." He joked.

"You drive a hard bargain Linc- Mr. Loud. But I think that'll work just f- "

"Yes, swimmingly dear. Now may we please finish issuing those library cards so we may leave. Post haste of you may?" Lisa sputtered her eyes, searching around the library.

"Relax, Lisa." Lincoln defended. "We're on our way, but we're not in a rush or anything."