It may not have been easy, and it certainly was not without some embarrassment on his part, but Lincoln finally checked off the last item off of his list.

In a rather unfortunate series of events, he had deleted photos depicting some of his most treasured memories. With Clyde's help, the duo had managed to recreate the lost photos, but if he was being completely honest with himself, they weren't on par with the originals. The source material was genuine- a real glimpse into the fun, albeit tumultuous, history of the Loud House. It certainly didn't help that the aforementioned attempts had been met with… less than ideal results.

Luckily, Lincoln's sisters quickly caught wind of his dilemma and, after filling him in on a few missing details regarding his seventh birthday party, agreed to stage new photos to replace the ones lost.

"In a house as big as mine, it's difficult not to live in the moment", Lincoln monologued. "But family history is important and, with the help of my sisters, we've preserved an important part of Loud House family history!".

Listing off the completed pictures, Lincoln had:

1. A picture of Lori introducing Lincoln to the deliciousness that is mint chocolate chip ice cream.

2. A picture of him with Luan and Lucy riding a mechanical horse.

3. A picture of him dressed as a magician at his themed seventh birthday party

4. And a multitude of other pictures depicting important milestones in his life.

Obviously Mr. Grouse was unwilling to participate in another Santa themed picture after their previous debacle, but it wasn't really a big deal. The elderly man's familar features would probably only serve to ruin the immersion of the faked photo.

Now, it might seem like a futile effort considering the age disparity, but having a genius four year old sister with unmatched photoshop skills could work wonders. Lisa, using pictures from the family album, was able to digitally alter the photos to resemble their younger selves. They mjght not have been picture perfect, but Lisa's finese added just enough to be able to pass them off as the real deal.

After admiring their handiwork for a few more minutes, Lincoln decided that the best way to celebrate was with a nice, warm bat- Lincoln's eyes shot open before he could finish that thought. How could he forget one of the cherished memories he had worked so painstakingly to perfect? How could he forsake the sister he was closest in age to?

How could he forget about his bathtime photo with Lynn?

Lincoln was not one to leave his plans half finished. Especially that plans revolving around his family. With a determined look on his face, Lincoln started towards Lucy and Lynn's room.

His movement, however, was cut short by an oblong projectile aimed directly at his temple. The football collided with his head with a force that could only be mustered by the resident athlete.

Lincoln fell to the floor with a thud, losing consciousness for a brief second before meeting the worried expression of his older sister. Not exactly how I wanted to broach the subject, Lincoln thought to himself.

"Sorry Linc. I was just practicing for the big game this Saturday", Lynn explained apologetically.

"It's fine. I was actually just looking for you", Lincoln reassured.

Lynn tilted her head curiously. "What do you want, bro?".

Regaining his composure, Lincoln excitedly told Lynn about the forgotten photo. About how he couldn't rest until had recovered every lost memory. "I know it's getting late, but I would really appreciate it if you could help me with one last photo", Lincoln said, begging with his eyes.

Lynn scratched her chin for a moment, before grinning and giving a nod of affirmation. " Of course I want to help out. This will be way cooler than the other pictures".

Lincoln gave her a tentative smile, glad to have such supportive role models in his life. "Thanks Lynn. It wouldn't feel right without your picture in there". He would have to think of something really nice to show his gratitude. Before Lincoln could ruminate on this further, Lynn disrupted his thought process with a question.

"Sooo… what picture are you referring to", Lynn asked innocently.

Lincoln's mind suddenly blanked. He hadn't really considered the nature of the photo he wished to recapture. I mean yeah, they were practically toddlers when the pictures had been taken, and Lincoln was no stranger when it came to the female anatomy, but it was different then. They were older now and, with the exception of a few incidents, hadn't seen each other like THAT in a long time. The more Lincoln agonized over it, the less convinced he became over the whole dumb idea.

Slightly perturbed by her brother's silence, Lynn snapped Lincoln out of his trance with an annoyed "Lincoln?". She put her finger under Lincoln's chin so his gaze would meet hers.

Coughing nervously, Lincoln searched for an excuse, ANY excuse or distraction to prevent him from having to explain his awkward predicament. Why don't I ever think these things through, Lincoln chastised himself. He had to try something though…

"Actually Lynn, I just realized that I have homework that needs finishing", Lincoln said rather unconvincingly. Darn it, could I be a worse liar... Lincoln tried escaping before a rough hand grasped his shoulder, spinning him around.

Lynn's eyes narrowed, before shouting, "What? I'm not letting you get away that easy. This is important, so just tell me what the damned picture is".

Lincoln shrank into himself, racking his brain for a solution that just wasn't there. Sighing to himself, Lincoln resigned himself to his fate. Whether he was honest or not, Lincoln wasn't coming out of this situation unscathed.

Lincoln opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out were incomprehensible mumbles. Lynn glared at her younger brother, prompting him to speak in a slightly more intelligible fashion.

"Itsabathpicturefromwhenwewereyounger", Lincoln sputtered, his words not spaced out in the slightest. His palms began to sweat, and the reddening of his cheeks betrayed his embarrassed.

"Slow down there Flash".

"It's a photo… of us when we were little… do I really have to say it out loud?", Lincoln asked desperately.

"Just say it already!", Lynn spat out, raising her fists in a pummeling gesture.

"It's a bath photo from when we were kids", Lincoln squeaked out, raising his arms in self-defense. The blows never came though. Realizing his eyes were shut in fear, Lincoln slowly opened them to reveal a speechless Lynn.

"Oh".

'I'm so sorry. I didn't really think about! Please don't rip me limb from limb", Lincoln cowered.

Instead of rage, Lincolns eyes were met with a thoughtful expression. There was no one Lynn of all people was going to let this go. Maybe she's concocting some depraved form of humiliation. He shuddered at the implications of this.

Lynn, in an unexpected gesture of goodwill, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Come on, Lincoln! I'm not going to bite your head off or anything. I know your heart was in the right place".

That was not how Lincoln envisioned this conversation going. Instead of a volley of punches and kicks, Lynn was actually sympathizing with his embarrassing dilemma. Strange, but I guess I'll just roll with it. "Oh thank God. I really thought I was in for it for a second. If you don't mind, can we keep this between us? I don't want any of the others thinking I'm a closet pervert or something", Lincoln asked hopefully.

Lynn chuckled, before giving Lincoln a wicked grin. "You didn't think I was going to let you off that easy, did you?".

"What do you mean?", Lincoln probed fearfully.

"What I mean is that we're not giving up on this." Lynn crossed her arms to show she meant business.

Lincoln blinked a few times, still not quite comprehending the situation. His glazed look unnerved Lynn some, her focus drifting to the floor.

"You can't possibly mean that".

With a huff and a finger pressed painfully against Lincolns chest, Lynn said "I'm not going to be sidelined, Lincoln! I'm just as important as Lori and the others! Our picture is going to be the best, or so help me, I'm going to tie you to a tree and use you as a punching dummy!".

Lincoln paled at Lynn's threat, fully understanding what fate awaited him if he refused to comply.

A creaking door interrupted their spat, revealing an annoyed Lori. They froze at the sight, unsure if Lori had overheard the meat of their argument.

"What is going on", Lori asked dangerously.

Thinking quickly, Lynn placed Lincoln in a headlock before giving Lincoln a playful noogie."We're just rough-housing, Lori. I want to toughen Lincoln up for the wrestling team".

"Wrestling team?", Lori remarked disdainfully, one hand resting on her hip.

"Yeah. I thought Lincoln could impress Ronnie Anne by joining the wrestling team", Lynn lied.

"Wait, you thought you could impress a girl by joining a team of smelly, violent boys that grope each other for sport?", Lori questioned, disgust evident in her voice. "I honestly couldn't think of anything less appealing".

Luan popped her head out and quipped, "Yeah. I don't think Ronnie Anne would appreciate you getting man-handled ".

Lincoln blushed furiously, annoyed at the lie being told at his expense. "I am not joining the wrestling team guys", Lincoln replied indignant.

"Come on Lincoln. You can't tap out already", Luan chuckled before returning to her bedroom. The trio rolled their eyes before returning to the issue at hand.

"Look, I'm on the phone with Bobby right now. I don't care if you guys wrestle, just try to keep it down. OR ELSE", Lori hissed before slamming the door behind her.

The slamming of the door returned them to the problem at hand. They cast nervous glances at each other, before Lynn broke into a smile.

"Man, that was a close one".

"Too close", Lincoln agreed.

Speaking in a hushed voice, Lynn laid out her plan in no uncertain terms. "Obviously we can't do this right now, but once the others hit the hay, we're going to meet in the bathroom. Don't be late", Lynn threatened.

Turning on her heel, Lynn resumed football practice with a renewed vigor. Lincoln crept silently towards his room, unsure if what had transpired in the last five minutes was real. Lincoln splayed himself across his bed, wondering how he was going to get himself out of this mess.

He would need help fixing this and Lincoln knew just the man to call.