It has been a few weeks ever since Lincoln convinced his family he was good luck. The only problem was that he was forced to wear a squirrel costume, otherwise he'd still be considered bad luck. The experience was okay at first, but over time, Lincoln was beginning to feel a bit stressed out. One day, Vanzilla pulled up near the beach, as the family came out.
Rita: I hope you kids remembered your gear.
Luan: Relax Mom, we've got what we need.
Leni: This is going to be so much fun!
Lily: (giggles) Poo poo!
Lola: Top rule everyone! No one splashes water on me!
Lisa: Obviously that rule is declined, due to how often we head into the ocean.
Lynn Sr.: Lincoln? You coming?
(Out of the van came Lincoln, who of course, was dressed up as a squirrel)
Lori: Come on Lincoln, we literally need you for good luck!
Lana: Yeah! Maybe with our good luck charm I'll find a shark!
Lincoln: Uhh, isn't a shark supposed to be a bad thing?
Lana: I made this new trap and I might be able to catch it and take it