It is another road trip for the Louds. (And this time, it is not a Sweet Spot scenario.) Everyone is packing but our focus is on Lincoln, as he always relays the events to us, the readers.

"On a Saturday morning, it is all quiet on Royal Falls, Michigan. But it is war here in the Loud House. Well, for a family composing of two parents, ten sisters and one boy, every day is like going through a battlefield like that opening scene in Saving Private Ryan. Especially for last-minute vacation preparations. If you were me, Lincoln Loud here got his things prepared the night before vacation."

Lincoln then puts down his bag to his bed and unpacks each of his belongings to emphasize his point.

"Let's see. We got here my Ace Savvy comics Vol. 1-14, an almanac for pro comic book fans, an extra shirt, extra undies, emergency earbuds (in case the noise is too revolting), my beloved laptop and of course, a nougat bar. Of course, this simple duty of packing is not as hard as how my sisters are doing."

Lincoln then opens the door in his room to see the sisters at their usual ruckus, even just in packing their stuff. Lori and Leni are arguing outside what outfits to bring or not, Luna is just tuning up to a guitar riff under the theme of "packing for a trip", Luan is busy dodging whatever surprise novelties she forgot to detect in her room, Lynn is pulling a bag of balls, Lucy is moving around and perfecting her poems, Lana and Lola are throwing stuff at each other since they might share bags, Lisa is inspecting her experiments if they will last during her absence and Lily is being Lily – walking around naked without a diaper. He then closes the door and rests back at his bed, not before checking his watch.

"Okay, it is an hour before the trip. And all I can do is sit back and wait, while reading a good comics," Lincoln says as he relaxed deeply. But his relaxation turns to a stop when Lynn busts through his door.

"Lincoln. Training partner right?" Lynn calls him out.

At quick nervousness, Lincoln says, "Yeah…Lynn, what's up?"

"Need help." Lynn says as she drags her only brother to her room. As she pulls him to her room, Lincoln trips on her ball bag.

"Lynn, what's with your ball bag?" Lincoln asks Lynn, getting into the conclusion that his sports-obsessed sister will bring it to the trip. "Don't tell me you are bringing this to the trip."

"No worries," Lynn replies, "That's not the problem. What I need help for is what ball must we first use for the trip?"

"What?" Lincoln answers back, surprised at her situation and given him more concern on Lynn's choice for baggage. "No. Lynn, you're bringing your whole ball set for our road trip. Don't think you think that occurs to you?"

"Not really." Lynn straightly answers.

Lincoln, annoyed, tries to settle matters to Lynn, "Look, it's either we get rid the ball bag or I will not be your training partner."

But Lynn tries to counter-argue Lincoln. "What? Lincoln, don't you understand? This season will be a lot of tryouts, and I have to at least perfect all ball sports."

"But don't you have enough experience in all ball sports?"

"I know. But I need the intense experience. Don't you know who will be trying out as well? Pros bro!"

Devising a way for Lynn to get rid of the ball bag, Lincoln addresses to the readers, "Well it's not unusual that I encounter issues like this. Here in the Loud house, you are truly bound to one another. And it is important to empathize with each other, to help solve each other's problems. That is why I would like to share you 'Lincoln Loud's Eleven Commitments in the Loud House'. I believe it applies to any family. But if not, hope you may find this relatable."

"Number One: Decision-making. For every plans you have, you have to only settle to one and drop the other. It's hard, yes, since all our plans have valid points. But might as well take a risk in one than risk of keeping two and heavy."

Unaware of his fourth-wall breaking, Lynn speculates who Lincoln is talking to. "Bro what are you doing?"

"Uhmm nothing." And with that ignorance out of the way, Lincoln lays down his proposal, "Okay, I get your point. But might I raise some concerns?"

"What sorta concerns?" Lynn answers back.

"Well, if you take practice during our trip, what if we may not find a suitable ground for practice? We might just end up in modern sites." Lincoln stresses.

"You do know we are stopping by at picnic grounds?" Lynn retorts.

But with confidence, Lincoln answers back, "Yeah, but if we lack time there and the only thing we do is eat, like you. Also, I heard that exhaustive effort for a momentary period meant for rest might be damaging to you body."

"What?" Lynn exclaims but questions Lincoln's remarks, "How sure are you?"

"Well, happens to me. Tried doing ultimate Frisbee for an entire Saturday, and I end up in a sleeping spree the week after that I missed two tests. True story."

"Wow, umm…poor thing." Lynn empathizes.

"I know. So I don't know if you can be wise on this case. You can bring your bag, crowd Vanzilla and tire yourself from volleyball spikes and basketball shoots, even though it's supposed to be vacation. Or you can focus on one ball, just rest your body little more and train with your fellow siblings." Lincoln explains.

And just by that, Lynn gets a little pressured that she blurts, "Ughh…fine. But what should I bring? Primary focus now is soccer but I am okay with it."

Lincoln then spots a ball with an appearance of a tennis ball. "Maybe this will do."

"Oh, that's a stress ball," Lynn says, "But I don't use a stress ball for sports."

"Wow, this ball has a likeness," Lincoln gets fond of squeezing the ball hard that, by its pressure, it bounces off from his hand and ricochets around Lynn's room (making both dodge it) till it hits Lincoln's eye.

"Oohh, kinda useful. This is definitely I need. Thanks Linc!" Lynn then sprints out of her room.

Lincoln then turns to us, the readers and says "Well, definitely that helped." After he says that, combustion is heard from the direction of Lisa's room. Lisa walks to Lincoln.

"Lincoln, would you be a trustworthy lab assistant and tell mother that I cannot commit to the holiday trip?" Lisa straightly says.

"What?! You can't back out now. Everyone is hyped for this trip." Lincoln counters Lisa's argument.

"Affirmative. But I cannot simply leave my daily observations of my acid-base titration experiment. One uneven concentration and no daily maintenance of the room temperature could translate to total household ignition." Lisa expounds.

Lincoln tries to pick up on Lisa's explanation. So, he answers back, "That would mean?"

"Without me here, the house will blow up." Lisa explains it in layman's terms.

"Ohh," Lincoln reacts. He then directs his contact back to the readers again, "Well, Lisa's situation brings up to our next Loud house commitment: Understanding. It is a cardinal rule to truly understand each other for you to compromise. Remember, Lisa's an intellectual. And if there's anything for her to get empathy, it would try scaling to her level of intellect." He then shifts his focus to Lisa, "Well Lisa. I am aware of how strenuous your experiments but can you mind for the fact that your experiments are already extremely hazardous?"

"I might take the option of disposing my laboratory paraphernalia for the occasion. But I won't bind on it. Besides, I need a scientific study to occupy my mind, in such case." Lisa defends.

Lincoln tries to come up with the first thing that comes to his head. "You can study our acid intakes during the trip."

"How does that apply?" Lisa asks but pauses as she receives a thought, "Wait, I can get outputs from occasional nutritional intake and metabolism schedule. Then, extract possible acid levels from the food you are eating. That could come close to hypothesis that human acid intakes could be weaponized," she ends evilly.

"Uhh what?" Lincoln has trouble interpreting Lisa's complex but hyperbolic explanation.

"Nothing. Well if you are waiting for a confirmation, I shall go to this engagement."

"Ohh, that's fascinating. That's final then. Glad we have this settled."

"And glad that you persuaded me."

Lincoln then exits Lisa's room to stumble on Lana chasing a frog and a pig.

"Lana, what the?" Lincoln exclaims.

"Sorry Linc. Gotta chase time," Lana says as she enters the bathroom to catch her messy pets. Lincoln follows suit.

"Lana, I thought you said Seymour is dead. And why you have a pig in your possession?" Lincoln questions Lana, as she hobbles the two animals by the bathtub.

"Oh, this is not Seymour," Lana says as she holds the frog up. "This is Aaron. And this pig is Hamilton. Hahaha. Get it?"

"Yeah, get the obvious punchline. How come you have them?"

"Got them a while ago at the town fair. Won them from mud wrestling. Planning to bring them along."

"What? You can't." Lincoln asserts.

"Aww why?! Lola gets to bring her dresses along." Lana defends as she points to Lola packing her luggage with her signature dresses she used in her beauty pageants.

"Gonna deal with that later." Lincoln responds, then he shifts our focus to us, "This goes to my third commitment: Orderliness. Living in a 'loud' house translates to a messy house. So it's a commitment to maintain its orderliness for stuff not to fall out of order, like presenting yourselves clean," he says it with pointing to Lana snuggling her new pets, emphasizing his point.

"Okay, here's the deal Lana. You can bring your pets and I can give them enclosures to be sure." Hearing that, Lana cheers. "But there's one catch: you have to take a bath now and pack your stuff."

"And if I don't?" Lana stresses.

"Then I will tell mom that you are keeping exotic pets." Lincoln counters Lana's assertion.

"Fine." Lana sighs. Just by then, she takes a bath, changes her clothes and packs her stuff evenly. "Very good, Lana" Lincoln praises. He then hands her his terrarium and a cage with a corresponding water tube. "Now that's over…" Lana replies, "Thanks Linc. But what about Lily," Lana then points out Lily walking around without her diaper.

"Ugh Lily!" Lincoln reacts. Just then. "Lincoln." Lucy appears suddenly between Lincoln and Lana. "Might I need assistance for a dear poem?"

"Lucy!" Lincoln remarks to Lucy's appearance. "Lana, can you do me a favor and get Lily for me please?"

"Sure Linc." Lana agrees to help Lincoln.

Lincoln then turns to Lucy. "Lucy can we have this meeting when we travel?"

"Can't. This deadline is about 30 minutes." Lucy retorts.

"Ughh," Lincoln groans. "Well, might as well bring you to the 4th commitment: Listening. It takes listening skills to understand each other. Lucy here is anxious of her poem getting published online. So, might as well assist her." Lincoln then shifts his focus to Lucy. "Well, what you've got?"

"Here. It is a haiku," Lucy then recites her poem:

A road to crumble

For sights are sweets to the eyes

Makes no man humble

"You weren't talking about our trip, right?" Lincoln asks.

"Maybe. Maybe not." Lucy answers slyly.

Lincoln then raises an eyebrow. Lucy hesitantly defends, "I am just anxious what could be the perfect subject for my haiku. But what is more perfect than to live out the sorrows of being enclosed in a moving vehicle with no access to my inner comforts?"

Listening just what it takes for Lincoln to understand Lucy straightforward. He then replies, "Well, you can share your thoughts to us and we'll listen."

"Not sure I am comfortable with that," Lucy replies.

"Well you are comfortable sharing Lori your suggestion on how to handle about my bond with Bobby." Lincoln counters, to which Lucy take aback by.

"Point taken. But what must I submit?"

Lincoln tries to brainstorm in the quickest manner possible, for he has 41 minutes left in his sleeve before the whole family leaves. "How about this?"

Sacrifice from dark

For one moment to see light

On life I embark

"Pretty straightforward but profound," Lucy takes Lincoln's suggestion by heart. "I might give it a shot. Thanks big brother." Lincoln thanks her with a pat on her head. "Anytime Luce." As he exits to Lola, Lucy smiles.

Lincoln then walks back to Lana and Lola's room to see Lola crying. "Lola, what happened?" Lincoln asks her, feeling sorry for whatever situation she has.

"I...can't...handle the comfort...away." Lola sobs.

"Well, what happened?" Lincoln tries to understand her situation.

"Mom doesn't want me to bring my dresses!" Lola scolds at Lincoln. "She says it's too heavy for the van."

"I know. But we can handle that." Lincoln, without other option, assures her.

"Yeah, like what?" Lola retorts.

"Well, isn't the direction where we going has a vast collection of dresses?" Lincoln counters Lola's hopelessness with a trigger of hope that their direction to Los Angeles will traverse to the Rockies, a region with a vast culture.

"What's the point?" Lola rebuffs Lincoln's assurance.

Lincoln then spots a book about the history of America's regional costumes and shows it to Lola. "Here. Look at the Native Americans and the settlers. And their dresses. They look pretty, don't they?" Lincoln tries to indulge Lola on the bright side of their own culture.

"Hmm, not so much interesting." Lola reacts. But what catches her attention is the history of fur-trading. "Oooh I like her coat."

"Really?" Lincoln reacts. He allows her interest to increase more. "Well, we can see a lot of fur clothing along the way."

Saying that excites Lola suddenly. "Yieeee! I cannot wait! Thanks Lincoln!" Lola expresses her gratitude, "I will just pack one dress and other adventure outfits."

Lincoln then looks back to the readers, "Well, that escalated quickly. But I am kind of bothered with the part that she grows fond of fur clothing." He then rebuffs it, "It will be fine. Well, Lola's case brings us to 5: Novelty. You need to have a wide collection of ideas to make some things work. It takes creativity and any out-of-the-box thingamajig to make effective plans in the house."

"Lincoln, need help. Lily's at it again." Lana calls out to Lincoln.

"Speaking of which, gotta go." Lincoln finishes to the readers and proceeds to Lana taking care of Lily.