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Twas a swelteringly beautiful summer day in the loud and lively town of Royal Woods, Michigan, one of those perfect days for cartoon shenanigans. 11-year-old Lincoln Loud sat up in his bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Ah, summer vacation. No school, no homework, no worries! Just endless possibilities for fun and relaxation. And you know what the best part is? Today's the day mom said she'd buy my favorite grape popsicles if I survived the week without any of my sisters killing each other or breaking my stuff. And ladies and gentlemen, I'm proud to announce that as of O-seven hundred hours this morning, Operation Grape Popsicle is a resounding success! Now I've just gotta make it downstairs and out the front door in one piece. Wish me luck!" Oh Lincoln. You and luck. Lincoln hopped out of bed with an optimistic spring in his step. But as soon as he opened his bedroom door, a cacophony of chaos crashed over him like a tidal wave. The hallway was a war zone of sibling squabbles and