02x45 - Snow Way Down/Snow Way Out

[bunniefuu]

- ♪ 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.

[instrumental music]

♪

[blow dryer whirring]

- Dinner's almost ready, guys!

- Uh, Leni, what are you doing?

- Defrosting the goulash
Dad left us.

- Maybe you should
try the stove.

- Good idea.

I was worried this would give

the goulash split ends, anyway.

- Forget the goulash!

My favorite racecar driver,
Bobbie Fletcher,

is holding a contest tonight
at the Burpin' Burger!

Whoever finds the burger
with the tire-marked wrapper

gets to be an honorary member
of her pit crew.

- I see you got
the winning wrapper.

Welcome aboard, Lana.

- I know what you're gonna say.

Mom and Dad left us plenty
of food to eat

while they're away
for the weekend, but--

[car honking]

- You had us
at "Burpin' Burger"!

[low jazz music]

- Hops! Jacket jump!

[frog croaking]

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

- Siblings, I'd like
to call your attention

to the rapidly descending ice
crystals, street name, snow.

- Fine, Lis, you can stay here
and eat the goulash.

- I call shotgun!

[tires screeching]

- Please welcome
racing champion...

[engine revving]
Bobbie Fletcher!

[cheering]

- Yes!
- There she is!

- Thanks for coming out,
racing fans!

I want to give a huge thanks
to my sponsor, Burpin' Burger.

Let me tell ya, you can't get
past the starting line

without quality fuel,
and mine is right here,

the Big Belcher
with extra pickles.

[cheering]

I can't wait to have one
of you folks on my pit crew.

All you gotta do is
find the burger wrapper

that looks just like this.

Ladies and gentlemen,

start your stomachs.
[horn blares]

[cheering]

- Give me a dozen burgers,

and try to make one
of them the winner.

- A dozen? Wow, you must really
want to be on that pit crew.

- Oh, yeah, Bippity Fletchman,
huge fan.

- Actually, her name is--
- Don't care!

Just gonna sell
the winning wrapper

to some sucker for big bucks.

Come to Flippy.

- No wrapper, no wrapper,
no wrapper.

- Dang it.

All losers.

Keep those burgers cooking,
Slim, 'cause I'll be back

for more once I scratch
up some moolah.

- We'd like ten Big Belchers
and one Baby Belcher, please.

- Okay, that'll be $ .

- Uh, don't worry, guys.
I got this.

Let's see...

my gum collection, banana peel,

owl's foot, ah, here it is.

- Oh, one of our
"Kids Eat Free" coupons. Great.

Wait, did you just
say owl's foot?

- Yeah, isn't she a hoot?
[laughs]

- Next.

- All right, guys, dig in.

- Sorry we didn't find
the winning wrapper, Lana.

[frog croaks]

- The frozen precipitation
is accumulating rapidly.

I suggest we skedaddle.

- Wait, don't you guys
want another round?

- We can have seconds?

- How are we gonna pay for it?

[mischievous music]

- Hops, sticky snag.

[frog croaks]

Bullseye.

I'll take more burgers,please,

- [burps]

- [groans] Still nothing.

We have to order more burgers.

- Ah, in light of the worsening
meteorological conditions--

[burps]

Perhaps we should
follow the lead

of the other patrons
and am-scray.

- Come on, hurry, hurry.

- I do not like the look
of that sky.

- Oh, let them leave.

That'll make our chances
even better.

Come on, you guys,
one more round.

[all groaning]

- I can't eat anything else.

- I can't even joke
about burgers right now.

- You don't have to eat 'em.

Hops and I will take them home
for breakfast.

- [burps]

[all sighing]

- Great, be right back.

Don't move.

♪

[frog croaks]

- [gasps]
[thud]

- Let's try that again, buddy.

- Hey, you little sneak.

You want more burgers,
you got to pay for them.

- Okay, um, not a prob.

[playful guitar music]

♪

[inhales deeply]

more burgers, please.

- Jeez...

- Whoops, that's
my chicken beak.

- [groans]

Are you guys almost done?

I want to get out of here.
I rode my bike to work.

- Don't worry.
We'll be leaving soon.

I got a great feeling
about this batch.

- Sorry, Lana.
I don't have it.

- Me neither, dude.

- Same here, I guess
that's a wrap.

[laughs] Oh, sorry.

- [breathes deeply]

Dang it.

I guess I'm not gonna be

on Bobbie Fletcher's pit crew.

- Ew. Someone wrapped my burger
in this dirty old rag.

- Leni! You found it!

You found it![laughs]

Thanks for all your help, guys.

- All right, now let's get home

so I can let 'em rip
in privacy.

- [groans]

Can I bunk with you guys
tonight?

[all gasping]
- Oops.

This must be the closet where
they keep their snow.

- No, Leni.

We're snowed in.

- Aw man, are we gonna be stuck
here all night?

- No, I just worked
a -hour shift.

I can't take another second
in this greasy dungeon.

[grunts]

- Sorry, buddy, there's snow
way out. [giggle]

- [cries]

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]
[thud]

- Guess who just earned a bunch

of cheddar digging stranded
suckers out of the snow?

Lay a dozen burgers on me,
bicycle boy.

- You can save your cheddar.

I already found
the winning wrapper.

- What? Bull hockey.

That baby was gonna
make me a fortune.

I'm out!
- Flip, wait!

Can you give us a ride home?
We're stuck here.

- Stuck, are ya?

I can help you
out...for a price.

Let's say, ah, I don't know...

one winning wrapper?

- What? No way!

Guys, we worked so hard
for this.

I'll get us home, I promise.

- Suit yourself,
but this offer expires

the second that door
hits my keister.

- Wait, I'll give you anything.

My employee discount.

- Throw in a jumbo sack
of curly fries

and you got a deal.

- I'm free!

- Catch you on the Flip side.

- Well, I hope you know
what you're doing, Lana,

because I am literally not
sleeping on hamburger wrappers.

- No worries.

Flip's truck cleared the path

so we just need to make it
to Vanzilla--

[truck reversing beeps]

- Whoops!

[all groaning]

- Guys, I got this.
Trust me.

I'll get us out.

[low jazz music]

♪

And I know just how to do it.

[sniffs]

Leaking gas
and old string cheese.

We're close to Vanzilla.

Charles has been giving me
bloodhound lessons.

There you are, old girl.

I'll have you out in a jiffy.

Hey guys! We're going home.

- You literally did it, Lans.

- Thanks.
[cheering]

- Hah, and you guys wanted me
to give my wrapper to Flip.

[engine grinding]

Hmm.

Better check out
the engine block...

of ice?

[all groaning]

- If you'd just let Flip
give us

a ride we'd be home by now.

- [groans] There's
no signal here.

I'm gonna warm up inside
and use the landline.

- Don't worry, Hops,
we'll figure this out.

I know just the thing.

Burger warming lamp.

all: Dang it.

[shivering]
- No signal. No landline.

Bobby has no idea where I am.

I feel so alone.

- Bobby is the least
of our problems.

I'm so cold I can't feel
my tushie.

- Come on, guys.
We need to stay positive.

We could be here all night.

- Hops, not now.

We'll play later.
Hops.

[somber piano music]

- [coughs]
- Oh, poor thing.

I'll keep you warm.

- I made cute shawls.

Who wants one?

- I'd rather freeze
my tushie off

than be seen wearing napkins.

- If we huddle together

and conserve
our dwindling body heat,

we may be able to stave
off hypothermia.

I forgot how much
I hate huddling.

- Aw man, I've been so selfish.

[rumbling]

[all screaming]

- [sputtering]

- Flip? What are
you doing here?

- I tracked him down.

I just followed the smell
of curly fries and B.O.

- You went out
in these conditions?

You could have lost a digit
to frostbite.

- I had to.

I couldn't let you guys suffer

all night because of me.

So now Flip will take us home.

- Right after I get
that wrapper.

[all gasp]

- We know how much
that wrapper meant to you.

Thanks for giving it up
and getting us out of here.

- Thanks, Lans.
- Mighty dece of you.

- We know how much
this means to you, Lana.

- Well, lookee here,
another sucker.

Sit tight, chief.
I'll be back for you later.

- Wait, that's Bobbie Fletcher.

Stop, Flip!
We have to help her.

- [sighs]

[truck reversing beeps]

- Excuse me, Ms. Fletcher?

What happened?

- Engine d*ed.

This baby can hit
in the straightaway,

but throw a little snow
at her and she conks out.

- Mind if I...?
- It's all yours.

[rock music]

- See if she'll turn over now.

[engine revving]

- Dang. My pit crew isn't even
that fast.

What's your name, sport?

- Lana Loud.

- Well, thank you,
Lana Loud.

Give me a call
when you're .

I could use someone
like you on my team.

- Wow. Thanks!

[cheering]
- Way to go, Lana.

- Hey, Bippity Fletchman!

She may have fixed your car,

but I'm one
who brought her here.

How about a little something
for me?

- Coming right up, pal.

[engine revving]

♪

[pleasant music]

♪

all: ♪ Dashing
through the snow ♪

♪ In a luxury SUV

♪ We're making up some time

♪ Because we stopped to pee,
hey ♪

[laughter]

- This is great!

My first ever vacation
with Clyde and his dads!

And if it's anything
like their soufflés,

it's going to be awesome!

Whoa! What is that?

- Oh, that's the Ramp
of Insanity.

It's a near-vertical drop

where you can reach speeds
of miles an hour,

then get launched , feet
in the air.

- Sweet! Do we get to go on it?

- [gasps]

- And that is why
I'm doing the driving.

Lincoln, let me translate
for Howard...

- No.
- Don't worry, buddy.

We have tons
of other fun stuff to do.

- What happened?

- You passed out when we asked
about the Ramp of Insanity.

- The Ramp of Insanity?!

[sighs]

[singsongy] Here we are!

- Whoo-hoo!

Race you to the front door.
- Ah, ah, ah.

Hold on.

- My dads don't want us
to slip on the ice.

- Ah.

Wow. Nice.

- Ah, ah, ah.Hold on.

- My dads don't want us
to get splinters.

- Ah.

[both cheering]

- So what should we do first?
Go sledding?

- I'll grab Big Red II!
- Ah, ah.

There. Now we're good.

- My dads don't want us
to get frostbite.

- Ah.

- Here. I've had a lot
of practice with this.

- What if I have to pee?

- Not a problem.

Just give me minutes notice.

- Pilot to copilot,
we are ready for launch.

Both: Ah, ah.

- Good thing we found

that clearance sale
on mattresses.

- And on bubble wrap.

Now we're good.

- Okay...

Well, this is still
gonna be fun.

Here we go!Whee!

the groundskeeper
to level the hillside.

- My dads don't want us
to break our necks.

- [sighs]

Watch out, Clyde.

I'm gonna show you no mercy.

- Well I'm gonna show
you even less.

Unless you want me to,
in which case I totally will.

- Okay, whatever.

both: Ready...aim...fire!

both: No!

[thud]

- What are you--what?

- My dads don't want us
to end up in the hospital

because of an ice ball
to the head.

- [grunts]

- Who wants hot chocolate?

- Ooh, I do!
- Me, too, please!

- Here you go, boys.Enjoy.

- Yeah, my dads don't want us

to scald the roofs
of our mouths.

- [groans] Clyde, permission
to speak freely?

- Granted.
- Look.

Your dads are awesome,

but this trip has
made me realize

that they are really
overprotective.

- Yeah, maybe a little,

but they're just looking out
for me.

- Clyde, you're wearing
a seat belt

on the couch.

- My dads don't want me
to get injured

in an earthquake.

We are only three states away

from a fault line.

Holy shamoly!
You're right, Lincoln.

This is...
[grunts] crazy!

I'm gonna talk
to my dads right now.

- Go get 'em, buddy.

[machine whirring]
- Dads, do you have a second?

- Sure, what's up, peanut?

- Howard! We agreed
we wouldn't call him that

in case he develops
a peanut allergy someday.

- What's up, uh, apple slice?

Was the cocoa too hot?

I knew I should have put in
more ice cubes.

- That's exactly
what I want to talk about.

I think--I think you guys are
too overprotective.

[both gasp]

With the couch seat belts

and the tree mattresses
and the bubble wrap...

[both gasp]

I'm not a little kid anymore.

I can take care of myself.

You don't have to worry
about me so much.

- Worry? We don't worry.

- I'm scheduling a group
session with Dr. Lopez.

We have to talk about this.

- No, you don't need
to call Dr. Lopez.

You just need
to let go a little bit.

- What do you think, Howie?

- Well, maybe we could try.[cries]

- I'm still calling Dr. Lopez.
Just for me.

[adventurous music]

- Okay, buddy,
now the fun really begins.

- I'll sled to that.

Yahoo!
- Faster, faster!

[sled beeps]

[music slows down]

- I'm so sorry.
That wasn't supposed to happen.

- Well, that's a relief.

- It was supposed
to be a parachute.

- Dads, you said
you were going to let go.

- We're sorry, Clyde,
we're just not there yet.

- It's a dangerous world
and we don't think

you're ready to
face it on your own.

- I disagree.

- Why don't we revisit

this in another decade?

- [frustrated growl]

[tense music]

- [screams]

- [yelps]

I should have buckled up.

Whoa! Smooth floors!

[thud]
What's going on?

- [stammers]

- Let me translate for Howard.

Clyde's in mortal danger.

- What?

- We found this note
from him when we woke up.

- "Dear Dads, I'm off to sled
the Ramp of Insanity.

I hope this will prove
that I'm capable

of taking care of
myself. Love, Clyde."

Oh, no, what have I done?

- What do you mean?

- Well, after the buffed floors

and the couch seat belt
and everything,

I kind of told him you guys
were too overprotective.

I'm sorry, I didn't think
he'd take it this far.

- Uh, it's okay, Lincoln.

Just don't tell Howard.
- [groans]

Tell me what?
- Uh, nothing.

[laughs] Let's just focus
on stopping Clyde before he--

- Don't finish that sentence!
[cries]

- Don't worry, Mr. McBrides.

I got this.

[echoing]
Clyde, do you copy?

Wait, he's still
in the house somewhere.

Oh, he just left his
walkie-talkie behind.

- [whimpers]

- Come on, we're going
to the Ramp of Insanity.

- There he is!
I see him!

- Clyde, honey!
Don't do it!

Just climb back down.

- Oh, Howie, he must be
paralyzed with fear.

- He gets that from me.

- We'll just have to go up
and get him.

- No, no, no.
We'll go, Lincoln.

I don't want you getting hurt.

- No, I have to go.

Clyde is my best friend,

and I'm not just gonna stand
here while he--

- Don't finish that sentence.
[cries]

- Okay, we'll all go up

but very carefully.

I hope this thing is safe.

- I'm sure it's fine.

There'd be a sign if it wasn't.

We're here, buddy.
You're safe.

Everything's going to be--okay?

- That's just an old sign.

Where's my baby?

[wind blowing]

[both screaming]

My baby could be lying injured
in a ravine somewhere.

We need to get off this thing
and find him.

[dramatic music]

♪

all: We're trapped.

[echoes]
trapped....trapped...

- Whew. Cold.

Dads? Lincoln? Hello?

- Lincoln, come in.

This is--
- Clyde! You're okay.

- Where are you, son?
Did you go down the ramp?

- Sweetie, did you break
anything?

Can you wiggle your toes?

Stay still!
Don't move your head.

- Guys, I'm fine.
I didn't go down the ramp.

- You didn't?
- Oh, heck no.

I got there and realized
you guys were right.

That thing is dangerous.

So I turned around
and went back home.

- Oh, thank goodness.

- That was good judgement, son.

- So, where are you guys?

- Uh, funny story...

- Guys! I'm here.

- Clyde! Did you call
the ranger?

- I did,
but I got his voicemail.

- What? Harold,
our next vacation is Chicago,

not the sticks.

- Don't worry.
We don't need the ranger.

Because I'm rescuing you.

- Oh, no, you're not.

Go back and call
the fire department,

or the police department,
or Nana Gayle.

But you are not coming up here.

[screams]

Okay, come up here.

But please be careful.

- I'm gonna say
this

one last time...

Don't worry.

[adventurous music]

♪

- Oh, I can't look.
- Clyde!

What about your crippling fear
of heights?

- I was trying not
to think about that.

- Forget I mentioned it.

- It's okay.
I'm just trying to concentrate.

- Honey, if you're thinking
of climbing that tree,

don't forget
about your sap allergy.

- I took my pills.
For gosh sakes.

- [gasps] Oh, this is too much.

Now I can't look.

- I still can't.

- You guys are rubbing
off on me.

♪

- That was very brave, son.

Even if it took five years
off my life.

- We're not out
of the woods yet.

Let's ramp this up.

Quickly, everybody.
Get on.

There's only one way down.

You're just gonna have
to trust me.

Hurry!

Hold on to your butts.
all: Way ahead of you.

all: [screaming]

- Since this is the end,

there's something I need
to tell you.

I never liked
your beef bourguignon.

- I don't go to the gym
when I say I do.

I go to the donut shop.

[all screaming]

- A parachute.

Ah, good thinking, Clyde.

- I got the idea from you.

- Honey, we owe you an apology.

You obviously can take care
of yourself.

- Well, it's all 'cause
of you guys.

You taught me
to always be prepared.

- From now on, we promise not
to be so overprotective,

and this time, we mean it.

- Thanks. I'm lucky
to have Dads like you.

- I'll give them
a little privacy.

all: Get in here, Lincoln.

all: Hugs!

- Come on, let's head back
to the cabin

for some actual hot cocoa.

- Really?
- Well, hot-ish.

So what was
that you were saying

about my beef bourguignon?

- I can't remember
because I'm still wondering

why we bother paying
for a gym membership.

- Touché.

- Okay, Howie, ready to let go?

- [sighs] Ready
as I'll ever be.

- Man, we are
fantastic parents.

- Pilot to co-pilot,
we are ready for launch.

Now the fun really, really
begins.

- I'll sled to that.

- All right!
- Yahoo!

[cheering]
- Faster, faster!

[both yelling]

[thud]

[both laughing]

- That was awesome.
- Let's go again!

- [laughs] Looks like
we're getting the hang

of not being
so overprotective, huh, Howie?

Howie?

I'll get the smelling salts.

- ♪ 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 kids

♪ That's the way
it always is ♪

♪ In the Loud house