- ♪ Crashing through the crowded halls ♪
♪ Dodging girls like ping pong balls ♪
♪ Just to reach the bathroom on time ♪
♪ Leaping over laundry piles
♪ Diapers you can smell for miles ♪
♪ Guy's got to do what he can to survive ♪
- ♪ In the Loud house
♪ In the Loud house
- ♪ Duck, dodge, push, and shove ♪
♪ Is how we show our love
- ♪ In the Loud house, in the Loud house ♪
- ♪ One boy and ten girls
♪ Wouldn't trade it for the world ♪
- ♪ Loud Loud Loud
♪ Loud house
- Poo-poo.
[rock music]
♪
[clothing rustles]
- Really?
[laughter]
[bell rings]
Oh, real original!
[laughter]
[bell rings]
[flatulence]
That's real mature!
[laughter]
[bell rings]
[laughter]
All right, that's it!
[bell rings]
- So you really confronted that bully?
- That's right. I said to meet me at 3:30 in front of my house
and we're gonna settle this.
- Whoa! You're gonna fight?
- I'm not an animal, Clyde.
I'm going to deliver a strongly worded speech...
as soon as I write it.
- Looks like that bully left you a note of their own.
- Huh?
"Lame-O."
- [sniffs] Ooh, watermelon lime!
- Better not let my sisters see this,
'cause then they'll want to get involved
and make things worse, the way they always do.
- I don't know, maybe they'd be helpful.
Your sister Lori gives great advice.
She told me to never be myself.
I love that woman.
- Aw, Clyde.
Sweet, innocent Clyde.
He has no idea what it's like to have ten meddling sisters.
[grunts]
[upbeat music]
[machinery whirs and buzzes]
♪
[muffled shouts]
Phew!
- Here comes the airplane!
Oopsie! - Ah!
It burns!
And that was just a paper cut.
- Well, then you better get that gum out.
You want to look intimidating for that bully.
- I was born intimidating.
Ew, ew, gross.
- You know, peanut butter will get that gum out.
- Should I use chunky or smooth?
- Well, if you use chunky, you're gonna
have to use smooth to get the chunks out.
- Good point. Thanks, pal.
[dramatic music]
♪
The National Weather Service reports clear skies
with only a 20% chance of meddling sisters.
But we advise keeping your umbrella handy.
Shh.
[toy squeaks]
[toy whistles]
- Shh.
- Hold it right there!
He wore cargo shorts on your date?
That is literally the worst thing I have ever heard.
- Phew!
Peanut butter, peanut butter, where's the peanut butter?
- [humming melody] Hey, bro.
- Oh, hey, Luna, what's the haps?
- Rad way to chill out, bro.
- Right? Totally rad.
- Hey, hook me up with some pudding.
- Gross!
- Thanks. Stay cool.
- Peanut butter!
Ah, why do people put empty jars back in the fridge?
I need a plan B.
- Socks and sandals?
Cut it out.
- "Cut it out." That's it!
- Now that is literally the worst thing
I have ever heard.
♪
- Hey, Luan. - Hey, Lincoln.
What do you think of this joke?
If I were you, I'd go for the baboon.
- I don't get it. - Oh, well,
that's just the punch line.
I still got to think of the setup.
♪
- Lincoln, honey, I need you to take out the trash!
- Okay, Mom, five minutes!
- Not five minutes, now!
- I will, just give me three minutes.
- Lincoln, listen to your mother!
- [groans]
♪
[groans]
- Hey, Lincoln, is my desk lamp in there?
I can't find it anywhere.
- Nope, have you tried looking on your desk?
- So smart.
What's up with that hat?
- Oh, this?
These are all the rage right now.
I'm surprised you didn't know.
- Hm.
- Phew!
- Greetings, human.
There's Liquidambar Styraciflua in your follicular area.
- A what in my who now?
- You've got gum in your hair.
- Oh, yes, I'm sure it's just--
- I assume that being of average intelligence,
you didn't place it there yourself.
Therefore I can only deduce that someone has been picking on you.
- Lisa, please, you can't tell.
I don't want everyone getting involved.
- Don't worry, I do not have enough room in my brain
for this kind of tomfoolery.
- Phew!
[overlapping chatter]
[scissors snip]
- You're being picked on.
- Lisa, I thought you weren't going to say anything.
- No, what I said was
I did not have room in my brain for your secret.
Hence, I removed it and transferred it to Lynn,
whose brain apparently has ample room.
- Thanks. Hey!
- So, you are being picked on.
- Of course not.
- Then what's that?
- That's just my gum.
Mm! Watermelon lime.
And hair. [retches]
[overlapping chatter]
Guys, guys, please stay out of this!
You'll only make it worse.
- If by worse you mean better, I agree.
- You should go straight to the school principal.
- Forget that. You should literally text
an embarrassing picture of him to all his friends.
- I'm gonna write an insult comedy routine
that'll leave him in tears.
- [shouts] Basic stealth ninja kick.
That's how you're gonna take him down.
- [groans]
Well, folks, the National Weather Service
has just released a category one sisternado watch.
We advise boarding up your windows
and preparing your emergency supplies.
- That's the camel clutch, another good option for you.
- Well, look, I don't need any--
- We'll start with some basic dumb jokes.
Like, you're so dumb you locked yourself inside your car.
That kind of thing. - Oh, I know!
I'll invite him to a tea party
and make him use the chipped cup.
I'm so evil, sometimes I scare even me.
- What are you doing? - Surprise mime attack!
I invented that one myself.
- Lynn, I'm not going to fight. I--
- Ugh! Fine, I'll take care of this myself.
- You should do this.
[cymbals crash]
His ears'll be ringing for days.
- Ugly jokes are always good too, like you're so ugly
you have to trick or treat over the phone.
- What?
- Look, I found him.
- How dare you bully our brother.
Only we get to do that.
- Smush your watermelon lime gum in his hair, Lincoln.
Fine, I'll do it. - Wait, stop!
This guy isn't my enemy.
Although thanks to you he probably will be now.
- [growls] - Oh, why are you still here?
- I can't believe I almost wasted
perfectly good gum on him.
- I'll go get another boy.
- No! Lynn, stop!
It's not even a boy!
- Is it a dog?
- [sighs] It's a girl.
[girls gasp]
[girls squeal]
What?
- Normally I don't care for inane human emotions,
but... [squeals]
- Lincoln, why didn't you tell us you had a girlfriend?
- She sounds so pretty. - What is happening?
- When a girl picks on you, that only ever means one thing,
she likes you.
[girls squeal] - That's ridiculous.
She shoved a sandwich down my pants.
I was picking sesame seeds out of my butt for days.
- Aww! - So romantic.
- That's a classic.
- You guys are nuts. She hates me.
I'm gonna meet her today and give her a piece of my mind.
- You need to give her a piece of your heart instead.
- What? - I think he needs to kiss her.
- What? - Kiss her!
[overlapping chatter]
- This just in from the National weather Service,
the sisternado watch
has been upgraded to a sisternado warning.
Take cover immediately!
- Kiss her! Kiss her! - [screams]
- Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!
- Mayday! Mayday! Clyde, do you copy?
- Roger, I mean this is Clyde, not Roger,
but yeah, roger, it's Clyde.
- My sisters have lost their minds.
They think the bully likes me.
They want me to kiss her!
- I don't know. Maybe they're right, Lincoln.
- My sisters are never right.
All they do is meddle.
- They're girls, Lincoln.
They know more about these things then we do.
It's a scientific fact.
- Yeah, but there's no way that--wow, me?
You really think she might like me?
How would I know?
- There's only one way to find out.
- Kiss her! Kiss her! - Hold it!
So am I going to kiss this girl or what?
[girls squeal]
- Again... [squeals]
[watch beeps] - It's 3:30.
Lola, lip balm.
Lana, breath mint.
Let's do this.
- Go get her, Romeo.
- You so got this, little bro.
- Aw, our little Lincoln.
- All grown up. [blows nose]
- All the bridesmaids
should wear these hats at Lincoln's wedding.
These are all the rage right now.
[groovy music]
[Lincoln smooches] girls: Aww!
[punch thuds]
girls: Ooh!
- Sorry, buddy, our bad.
- Well, at least you gave it a shot.
- I'll get some ice for that shiner.
- X-ray machine, stat.
- I'm really sorry, Lincoln. [overlapping chatter]
- Sorry, Lincoln. - Quiet!
Every time you guys butt into my life,
you make things worse.
Well, guess what. Never again!
No more meddling!
[door closes]
I knew it all along.
I should never have listened to them.
My sisters are always wrong. - [whistles]
- Huh?
"Sorry, Lame-O. Here's my number.
Text me"?
"For your eye. XOXO, Ronnie Anne."
Okay, maybe just this one time my sisters were right.
But don't tell them that!
- ♪ Cramped inside this tiny space ♪
♪ May sound bad but ain't the case ♪
♪ In the Loud house - ♪ Loud house
- ♪ Duck and dodge and push and shove ♪
♪ That's the way we show our love in the Loud house ♪
- ♪ Loud house
♪ Laundry piles stacked up high ♪
♪ Hand-me-downs that make me cry ♪
♪ Stand in line to take a pee
♪ Never any privacy
♪ Chaos with 11 kids
♪ That's the way it always is ♪
♪ In the Loud house