Ocean Avenue was colorful in a sort of grimy way, littered with various residents who clearly belonged to the place due to their cheap and poor fashion taste, such as the elderly woman in a blue tracksuit and the pudgy blonde wearing just a speedo and rollerblades. This pair (who so diligently epitomized "lower-class") were passing by a parked car of an extremely polished state, which a woman named Louise Belcher exited out of. Despite this woman hailing from Ocean Avenue and once having an appearance that easily blended into the area, she now most distinctly did not belong there.

She was oblivious to the fact that she stuck out from the neighborhood like a sore thumb. Or maybe she was aware of it. For if she were, it would be the sort of thing she would probably revel in, loving the envy her well-tailored jumpsuit, sharp heels, and silky bob (all of these thing being a shade of the deepest black, naturally) most likely induced in the bystanders around her. Yes, Louise was rich-diggens. And she wanted everybody to know that.

The affluence she was determined to exude was somewhat dampened by the fact that her destination was none other than Bob's Burgers, an establishment that, despite being tasty, was not exactly prestigious. She was slow on the exit of her car, but quick on scampering into the place.

"Oooh, Louise. You're here!" Her mother trilled, forcing a hug onto the girl. "And you look so spiffy too."

"I always look spiffy."

"Like a black cat in heat." Her older brother Gene added.

"Come upstairs. Dinner is probably ready by now." Linda said, ignoring the strange comment from her son.

The living room was familiar to Louise, except for the various cardboard boxes that held the possessions of her parents, which would be soon moved into her own home. And the smells that emanated from the kitchen were even more familiar, causing the Belcher girl to relax and feel comforted. At the stove stood her father, stooped over the grill. At the counter was Tina, mixing something in a bowl. At the dinner table was Jimmy Jr., holding a hand of cards. And sitting across from him was none other than….

"Logan?!" Louise cried, ruining the posh image she had so diligently maintained until then.

"Hey, Belcher. What happened to your ears?" The boy cooly replied.

"Was this the thing you said I'd find out 'soon enough'?!" She cried at her sister, who coward pathetically at the accusation.

"Oh, Louise. Calm down." Linda tutted. "Logan is working for us again. He's apart of the Belcher family."

"What?!"

"Yep. One of the family. Come her, sis."

"Shut up, Logan." Louise hissed at him, before turning towards her mother. "Mom, how could you allow this!? What about Cynthia? I thought you hated her? Isn't the offspring of your enemy your enemy?"

"I think the phrase goes 'the enemy of my enemy is my best friend'." Logan answered. "And considering the fact that Cynthia and I hate each other, that makes me and your mom best buds. Doesn't it, Lin?"

"Don't call her that."

"Fine. Self-appointed Mom, how long until dinner is ready?"

"Soon, sweetie." Linda replied, Louise scowling at the sound of her actually referring to her worst enemy by a pet name.

"Louise, hasn't it been eleven years since you and Logan started that whole feud thing." Bob interjected. "Maybe it's time to put that stuff to rest. The incident was a super long time ago"

"You mean the incident where Logan stole my bunny-ears and fooled me into believing they had been incinerated?"

"Correction: the incident where you literally threatened to have my literal ears literally cut off. Literally."

"I didn't threaten to have your ears cut off. I was going to have your ears cut off. You would've been earless - if Critter hadn't been a coward, of course."

"Oh, yes, of course. How pathetic. He didn't want to disfigure a child. What a chicken."

"Enough you two. Sit down. It's chow time." Linda ordered, placing plates of food down in front of Logan.

"I'm not sitting down with this rat at our family table." Louise shrieked, fuming at the very thought of having to make idle dinner chat within his earshot.

"Well, this rat now owns this table."

"Logan!" Linda scolded.

"Oh, come on! That was way too easy. I had to take it."

Louise was now feeling nauseous. Like, actually nauseous. Stomach-churning, brow-sweating nauseous. Was Logan going to own the restaurant? Her old childhood home? One of the most important places in her life?

Bob noticed his daughter's predicament, instinctively sitting her down on a nearby chair before she could pass out right then and there. Tina had to hold onto her shoulders so that she wouldn't slip onto the floor. Gene began to fan her. Linda fetched her a glass of water. Logan rolled his eyes and began to pour food onto his plate.

"You gave him the restaurant." Louise croaked, glaring at the boy she was mentioning.

"Well, we need somebody to run the restaurant when we're not there." Bob explained.

"You guys are just moving in with me. You're not abandoning the restaurant!"

"We're not. But this place needs constant watch. Even at night. You now how the gas stove is. Always turning itself on. Or how the water heater is also breaking. If we can't be there to fix these problems in the middle of the night, who will be?"

"I could just buy you guys a new water heater! A new stove! An electric one! Why do you need to have Logan contaminate our home?"

"Oh, come on, Louise. Once we move out, there's going to be a whole empty house above the restaurant. Somebody deserves that space, and Logan is in need of a home."

"He may need it. But is he the one that deserves it?"

"Hey, except for you, Gene, and Tina - I'm your family's longest serving employee."

This was an unavoidable truth that even Louise had to accept. After his disastrous first attempt to work at the restaurant when Logan was just a kid, he would end up coming back later on - this time working as a delivery boy, a job that kept him out of the kitchen and away from Louise. Of course, that didn't truly stop the two from tormenting each other - Louise calling in fake-deliveries that sent Logan out into the middle of nowhere, or Logan leaving various disgusting concoctions in the kitchen for Louise to clean up. Years passed, with the unending acts of revenge the two played on each other continuing throughout all of them. She never viewed him as a member of their family, or even as an employee. He was just a nuisance she had to ignore. And when Louise entered into high school, Logan's shift hours were all during times she would be in class. His presence became a lot easier to forget about, though it would still make the occasional rude appearance during holidays or school breaks. It didn't help that Logan was - as Louise so often loved to call him - an "orphan". She wasn't sure what had happened, but when Logan was sixteen his mother, still reeling from her recent divorce, finally kicked the boy out - tired of his juvenile behavior and disrespect towards her. After this, Louise's parents became even more attached to Logan - as if there tolerance for him wasn't already repulsive enough. They couldn't house him. They didn't have the money. But they became, ugh, more caring about him, actually asking him about how he was doing or if he needed to talk about anything. Often times, he did - Linda or Bob taking him on long walks around the neighborhood, where they would have conversations that Louise and her siblings would try to figure out the contents off.

Louise should've done something then, while she still had the chance. She should've framed him. Or scared him off. Or maybe even murdered him. That way, he wouldn't be taking the restaurant away from her - something that her parents assured her that Logan was not doing. But the Belcher girl knew that people often lied to themselves to make unfortunate situations seem better.

"Is that really reason enough to give him the restaurant?" Louise groaned. "I mean, does he even have any experience managing anything before?"

"Do you remember when you took us all on that trip to Florida?"

"Yeah."

"And we told you that we had Teddy run the restaurant while we were gone?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it was actually Logan who did that. For the whole week that we were gone."

"Oh."

"And he did a great job."

Louise slumped down her chair. She wasn't going to actually cry (certainly not in front of Logan), but she definitely wanted to. How could this happen? How could she be seeing her precious restaurant going over to him - of all people?

"Don't start bawling your eyes out-" Logan groaned.

"-I am not crying."

"Whatever. I'm going to take good care of the restaurant, idiot. As foreign as they concept may be to you, I do actually care about it."

"You may care, Logan. But are you even competent enough to flip burgers?"

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see, Louise."

Louise dropped her head into her hands, shuddering at the thought of Logan smugly standing out the counter - probably patting himself on the back for being such a good manager - while a cloud of smoke originating from the stove flooded out of the pick-up window. While Louise was distracted by such horrifying visions, Logan noticed something that caused him to choke on his food. The sound of his hacking and coughing caused her to look up to the pleasant sight of him turning a light shade of purple, Jimmy Jr. patting him on the back.

"Louise!" He wheezed. "Where did you get that ring?"

"What? This?" She said, motioning to it.

"Yes. It's gigantic. How much did you get that thing for. Twenty grande?"

"Thirty grande." Logan, who had reached out to touch the ring, recoiled at the answer - as if even the slightest contact with the jewelry would cause him to light on fire.

"How'd you even afford something like that?"

"Calvin gave it to me."

"Who?"

"Mr. Fischoeder."

"Why'd he do that?"

"Logan, we're engaged." Louise flatly said. She had been confused by his questions, having assumed that he was aware of the engagement. But his response told her that he was very much not.

"Um, what." Logan croaked, even paler than Louise was when she received her own horrifying surprise that day.

"Engaged. To be married. On August 1st, actually."

"Bob...are you…"

"-Yes, I'm aware of this. And no, I'm not exactly happy about it either."

"None of us are." Linda added, earning an eye roll from Louise. Logan stammered on some more, something that Louise initially took delight in until his sputtering became repetitive.

"Isn't he like...ancient?" He finally spat out. "Like he could be your grandpa. Your great-grandpa."

"Yes, he could. Calvin is about fifty years older than me."

"Fifty?!"

"Fifty-one, to be exact." Tina said.

It was Logan's turn to be propped up in his chair by Tina, fanned by Gene, and given water by Linda. And it was Louise's turn to roll her eyes, the second time she had had to do so today.

"Is this some sort of late-teenage rebellion thing? Are you getting back at your parents? Because I can assure you, revenge is sweet but this more of a self-punishment than a punishment for your parents."

"No, this is pretty awful for us too." Bob said.

"Dad, stop it!" Louise hissed. "Don't act so ungrateful. It's because of Calvin that you and Mom are going to be moving into a nice, big mansion in the first place. And it's because of Calvin that you got a recipe book to be published and make good money."

"Louise, I doubt this will mean anything - but you don't have to worry about us. I'd much rather be poor and unpublished over being Mr. Fischoeder's … father-in-law." Linda shuddered at the thought, while Logan seemed to gag.

"Logan, quit being so dramatic. What's it to you anyway? You didn't even know I was engaged until now, and I've been this way for the past two months."

"Wait, you've only been engaged for two months - and you're marrying him this August?!"

"And they didn't even date before the engagement. That's how their relationship started." Gene said.

Louise stood up in her chair with a start, done with this vexing back-and-forth between her family and stupid, awful Logan.

"I didn't come here to be mocked and judged." She huffed. "I'm a busy woman and I've got better things to do. If you want me to visit, then don't be asses when I'm over."

She then stormed out, still fuming as she drove off in her shiny, pristine car.