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[Lincoln and Lynn Sr. are playing a Muscle Fish video game, with Ash and Mirabel watching, Lynn Sr. is holding his controller upside-down. Lincoln's character defeats Lynn Sr.'s.]
Lincoln: "Oh, yeah! I gutted your halibut! That makes it 90 to zero. By the way, Dad, your controller is upside-down."
Lynn Sr.: [notices his controller] "What?! Come on! We've been playing for two hours and you're just telling me now?!"
[The trio chuckle as the doorbell rings. Lynn Sr. opens it to find a package.]
Lincoln: "What is it?"
[Lynn Sr. opens the package to show a Guy Grazer bobblehead.]
Lynn Sr.: [gasps] "A Guy Grazer bobblehead?!" [presses the button]
Guy: "Congratulations. You've been selected to compete on Kitchen Combat tomorrow night. So don't disappoint me, Chef Loud!"
Lynn Sr.: "Chef Loud? Ah! That's me!" [laughs] "The bobblehead's talking to me!"
[Suddenly Mr. Coconuts pops in]
Mr. Coconuts: "A talking toy? Now I've seen everything."
Luan: "But don't you have to sabotage the other chefs and play dirty? That isn't really your style."
Lynn Sr.: "It is now, and I am ready to pulverize the competition!" [grabs Lincoln's controller and stomps on it] "Uh, sorry, kiddo. I was in the pulverize zone." [chuckles] "So anyway, Luan, grab your bundt pan and lace up that apron. You can be my sous-chef!"
Luan: "I wish I could, Dad. Tomorrow I'm performing at Flip's open mic night. We tell jokes while people fill up their cars."
Mr. Coconuts: "Here's hoping we don't tank." [leaves to rimshot]
Lynn Sr.: "Ooh, fun! I'm sure I can find someone else."
Lincoln: "Ooh, ooh!"
Lynn Sr.: "Oh, Lincoln, you and your friends wanna be my sous-chefs? The invite says I can bring up to three."
Lincoln: "Yes! Second choice!"
Mirabel: Woohoo!
Ash: Let’s do it!
[They high-five]