03x08 - Rita Her Rights

[bunniefuu]

[upbeat rock music]

♪ ♪

[alarm beeping]

- [snoring]
- [yawns]

Okay, Lincoln needs
his permission slip signed.

Lynn has soccer practice,
Luan's pig juggling seminar

is moved to next week, right.

Gotta feed the pets
and the humans

and get everyone out the door.

Come on, guys. I need to hear
feet on the floor!

[thudding]
You too, Lincoln.

[thud]
- Honey, can you proof this?

Sergei is letting me
create the menu this week

and I need to make
a good impression.

- Uh, "menu" doesn't have
a Y in it.

- Mm, are you sure?

Remember, it's a French word.

- Mom, I don't feel so good!

Blech! Ah.

- Oh, honey.
Are you getting sick?

- Nope, I just had one too many
earthworms. [laughs]

- Ahh! Oh!

- Aw, sweet.
You found my other skate.

Thanks, Mom.
- No problem.

[panting] Okay.

[expl*si*n booms]

Lisa! What did you do?

- [coughing] Apologies.

Turns out my flea powder
is more potent than I realized.

- We have fleas? Oh, great!

- Mommy, my hose are bunching!

Ahh!
- No, I literally

need the hairspray.

Look at these cowlicks!

- But my bump is going flat!

- Girls, if you can't share it,
I get it.

[both gasp]
- Whoops. [chuckles]

I guess that was hair dye,
not hairspray,

which you totes pull off.
- [screams]

[tires screech]
Okay, high schoolers,

got everything you need?

Great, have a good day. Bye.

- Wait, I can't find
my whoopee cushion.

- I don't have time for--
[farting sound]

- Thanks, Mom!
Toot-a-loo!

[laughs]
- Uh.

- [gasps] Oh, Mom,
I forgot it's my turn

to bring the team snack
for practice.

- Uh...
[rooting in purse]

here's a half-eaten banana.

Just, you know, cut out
the brown parts.

♪ ♪

[bus horn honking]

[gasps]

Oh, no, I'm here. Officer--
- Ma'am, are you aware

that you're parked
in the bus zone?

- Oh. [chuckles]
I didn't even see that.

- Well, apparently,
there's a lot you don't see.

This is your th
parking violation.

- Oh, it can't be that many.
I mean, I know

I've gotten a few, but--

Oh, wow.
I'm so sorry.

You know, I'm shuttling
kids around

and sometimes I don't see
the parking signs.

Hey, isn't this
the time of year

you sell those police
fund-raising calendars?

- Yes, it is.
But I'm not sure

you can afford one because
you now owe the city

$, in parking tickets.

- What? I can't
possibly pay that.

- Well, there is another
option.

- Giving me community service?

Just see what happens next time

when you call trying to sell
those calendars.

[chirping]

[upbeat, playful music]

♪ ♪

Maybe this won't be so bad.

♪ ♪

Huh, well,
that didn't take long.

Guess I have time to relax.

[sniffs] Ahh.

♪ ♪

[snoring]

Oh, is it already over?

[laughs] Too bad I only got
one day of community service.

[gasps]

[crashing]
- You really need to

watch where
you're parking, ma'am.

All right, that's gonna be--
- I'll just take

the community service.

Come on, guys I need to hear
feet on the floor.

[thudding]

You too, Lincoln.
[thud]

- Ugh, Mom, that vest
is a no.

- Honey, I have to wear this
for community service.

- Bogus! You're doing
that again?

- I'm sorry, kids. I've got
another ding dang ticket.

Believe me, I don't like this
any more than you do.

- Ohh, but I need you
to wash my uniform.

- And I can't find
my blue notebook.

- Who's gonna
French braid my hair?

- I need you to help me
steam clean my coffin

for show-and-tell.
- Poo-poo! Poo-poo!

- Guys, it's just one more day.

I'm sure between yourselves
and your father,

you can handle everything.

- Wait, what's that now?
- Bye! Have a good day!

♪ ♪

Uh, one chocolate
and one acorn.

Ah, another wonderful day.

Well, little guy,
this has been a nice break,

but I'm ready to go back home.

[smoke alarm blaring]

[overlapping chattering]

I'm not ready.

[thrilling music]

♪ ♪

[expl*si*n booms]

Yep, made the right choice.

[slurping]

Ahh. Really, I'm doing my
family a favor.

I mean, another little break
and I'll be able

to handle anything
they throw my way.

Ugh, where is that cop already?

[overlapping arguing]
- Come on, buddy!

You're taking up two spots!
- Sorry,

I don't want to do this.

[sighs] Well, I can't
wait here all night.

There's more than one way
to get a ticket.

[seedy jazz music]

[siren chirps]

- So did you not see the sign?

You know, the one right above
that says no loitering!

- Oh, I thought it said
"no littering."

My bad.

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

Good boy, Charles!

[blows whistle]

[laughs]

♪ ♪

[blows whistle]

- Ma'am, ma'am,
what are you doing?

- Oh, no, Officer.
You got me. [laughs]

Just destroying
this old radio in public,

which I know is a crime.

[sighs] So I guess you'll have
to give me a ticket.

- That's not a crime.
- Oh, but it is.

Section bylaw W:

"Willfully destroying
an old radio."

See?

I know I've said it before,
but this time I really mean it.

I'm finally ready
to go home.

Oh, now come on, buddy.

I can't really
take you home with me.

But I promise I'll come visit,
okay?

Hey, now.
Where does that go?

[cat screeches]
[crashing]

[screaming]
- Lana, stop!

You have to take a flea bath!
- No! These little guys

are my friends!
[dog barking]

- Hey, everyone. I'm back.

[overlapping chatter]

It's fine.
[doorbell dings]

[dramatic music]

- [gasps] Who called the po-po?

- Officer.
What are you doing here?

- I was filing my paperwork
and I realized

that you have had
violations in a week.

Which, according to bylaw ,

qualifies as a crime spree.

You're gonna have to
do some jail time.

all: Jail?!

- Well, now, now,
hang on a second, Officer.

I mean, you can't send someone
to jail for just

a few parking tickets.

- Oh, it's not just
parking tickets.

Public loitering,
failure to pick up

canine fecal matter,
willfully destroying a radio--

oh, I can go on.

[dramatic music]

I'll see you bright and early
tomorrow at the courthouse.

Don't make me come after you.

- Uh, honey, you wanna tell us
what's going on?

- Yeah, why didn't you
pick up Charles' poop?

That's the best part
of walking him.

- I'm sorry. Being at the park
was such a nice break,

I started getting tickets
on purpose.

- Aw, hon, if you needed a
break, you should've

just said something.

- Yeah, my teacher needs
a break all the time.

He just goes in the hallway
and screams

into an open locker,
then comes back.

It's no big deal.
- You guys are right.

I should've just
been honest with you.

I'm sorry I'm gonna be spending
more time away from you.

But don't worry,

I'll still find a way
to be your mom.

- Mom, can you help me
with my homework?

♪ ♪

- Uh, missing a comma
before "too".

- I wanna play with
the handcuffs!

- I saw them first!
- Hey, you two!

Knock it off!
- Hey, Mom!

Why is the prisoner's favorite
punctuation mark a period?

Because it marks
the end of a sentence.

[laughs]
Get it?

[both laughing]

- Mom, you gotta check out
my new batting stance.

Boom! Guaranteed homer.

- [laughs]
It looks great, Lynn.

- Mom, check out
my newest flea.

I call him Brad because he
lives in my pit. [laughs]

- Imagine this dress,
but in mauve.

- Uh, quick Q
about the water bill.

- Look how fast he is.
[overlapping chatter]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, kids.
One at a time.

- [chuckles]
Oh, it's fine, honey.

Actually, it's great.

I'm just so happy
to see all of you.

- We're glad
to see you too, Mom.

Even if it is through glass.

[overlapping chatter]

- Ahh!

[blows whistle]

[tires screech]
- Can you all just

keep it down, please?!

Ohh. [sighs]

Ma'am, you can go.
- What? Really?

- Yeah. Now I understand
why you needed a break.

If you ever need
some more time off,

just meet me
in the tow zone.

- I'll just save this cake
I baked for later. [chuckles]

- [yawns] What time is it?

Nine already?!

- Hi hon!
Enjoy your morning.

The kids and I got
ourselves up and ready today.

We're going to try
to do this more often.

Don't want my honey
going on the lam again.

[laughs] Ohh!
Honey on lamb!

We should have
that for dinner tonight.

Can you pick up some lamb?

Oh, no wait, I'll get it.

Love, Lynn.

- [sighs] I am one lucky gal.

[chittering]
Oh, hi!

I'll meet you outside
for coffee and acorn muffins.

[chittering]
♪ ♪

- ♪ 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 ♪