- ♪ 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.
[pop punk music]
♪ ♪
- Hey, are either
of you guys free
for a babysitting job tonight?
Mrs. McCauley just called
and I can't do it.
I'm sitting for the Dunscombes.
- Sorry, dude,
I got the Katzes tonight.
I'm gonna teach Jamie and
Sydney how to do a drum circle.
- I'm sitting for the Santinis.
I've got some great comedy
props
in case little Mary
gets an ouchie.
[hammer squeaks]
Whoa.
- [giggles]
Thanks, Luan.
That makes me feel much better
about my ouchie.
[toe rings]
- Hey, Leni, can you sit
for the McCauleys tonight?
- Sorry, I can't.
I'm sitting for the Lewises.
I'm giving Tia
and Salome makeovers.
They're one and two.
It's time.
- Hmm, okay.
I--I guess I'll have to tell
the McCauleys no one's free.
- What about Lynn?
She's .
That's when we all started
taking babysitting jobs.
- I don't know, dude.
She's not exactly
the nurturing type.
- And we don't wanna
blow our reputation
as Royal Woods'
best babysitters.
- Well, that is true.
But you guys,
it's only fair that
we give Lynn a chance.
[rock music]
- Ah-whoo! [cheering]
[barks]
Ah.
both: Ah!
[tires squeal]
[crash]
- Ow, watch it, you clod.
- You know how long it's gonna
take me to bump out this hood?
- Sorry, guys.
Apology punches.
- Ow.
- Ow.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yow!
- [giggling]
♪ ♪
[giggles]
- Still wanna
give her a chance?
- Hey, Lincoln,
how would you like
your first real
babysitting job?
- Babysitting?
Like, for money?
I'm in.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You can't give a babysitting
job to Stinkoln.
I'm next in line.
[grunts]
Ah, huh.
- But Lynn, let's face it,
you're not exactly
the nurturing type.
- What now?
I can nurture all day long.
Kids love me.
Right, Lis?
- [sighs] If it'll get you
to stop bruising my cranium,
I'll gladly respond
in the affirmative.
[yelps]
- See? That's a yes.
- [gurgling]
- [yelps]
- Come on, you guys.
Fair is fair.
I want some of that sweet
babysitting moola too.
Bye, Mr. and Mrs. McCauley.
Don't worry,
they're in good hands.
So, what do you guys wanna do?
- Play with my science kit.
- Play with
my dress-up sticker books.
- [imitates buzzer]
Sounds lame-o.
Come on, I'll show you guys
how to have some real fun.
All right,
when I blow the whistle,
you guys run to
the center of the ring
and wrestle.
[whistle blows]
Guys, lucha libre
is a contact sport.
This time, Caleb,
you bounce off the ropes
and come back at Camille
with an Angry Possum.
Like so.
- [grunts]
Ah!
I'm stuck.
- I guess you guys aren't
ready for wrestling yet.
- [sighs]
- 'Cause first you have
to get into shape.
Your parents have a serious
lack of exercise equipment,
so we'll have to improvise.
Camille, let's do some curls
with these kosher dills.
[jars rattling]
- Ow.
I heard something pop.
- That's totally normal.
Walk it off.
- [whimpering]
- 'Kay, Caleb, your turn.
Let's see you dead lift
this turkey.
- [groans]
- Important lesson
for you guys.
After a good workout,
you always wanna replenish
those proteins.
- Ooh, eggs.
May I please have scrambled?
- I like mine hardboiled.
- [imitates buzzer]
Cooking takes too long.
Your body needs
that protein now.
[eggs plop, slosh]
[dramatic music]
- [whimpering]
- Don't show weakness.
It'll just make things worse.
both: [sipping, gagging]
[groaning]
[burp]
- Can we please go to bed now?
- Ugh, okay, fine.
So I'm almost to the top
of the climbing wall
when I beef my foothold,
lose my grip,
and plummet feet
to the ground.
Bam! Broke my tibia so bad
you could see the bone
sticking out through the skin.
- [groans, retches]
- Well, that's a waste
of two perfectly good eggs.
What up, fellow babysitters?
- Hey, how did it go?
- Oh, great,
I hit it out of the park.
- Wow.
- Good for you.
- Thanks for letting me
in the group, you guys.
It means a lot.
- Well, dudes, guess we
misjudged old Lynn-sanity.
[phone rings]
- Hello?
Oh, hi, Mrs. McCauley.
What? She did?
She did?
Angry possum?
But--but--okay.
Goodnight.
- What happened?
- Lynn terrorized
the McCauley kids.
So now we're all fired
as their babysitters.
- No way.
- Bogus!
- I think we need to have
a little talk with her.
- I don't get it.
I thought we had
an awesome night.
- Lynn, you made a
five-year-old hand upside down
and do crunches.
- Yeah, and his abs
will thank me.
- We're sorry,
but you can't be
in the babysitting group
anymore.
- What? Come on.
It's not my fault
those kids didn't know
how to have fun.
Give me a decent family and
I'll show you I can crush it.
- Sorry, but we just can't
afford to lose
any more clients.
- I'm still available.
- Get out of here, Stinkoln.
- Ooh.
[thump, cow moos]
- This is literally
what we're talking about.
- Ugh.
Lynn Loud does
not accept defeat.
I'll show those guys
I got what it takes.
[foreboding music]
[phone rings]
I've got it.
Loud residence,
Lynn Jr. speaking.
- [indistinct squeaky speech]
- Oh, hi, Mr. Dunscombe.
Sure.
Let me ask Lori
if she's free on Friday.
[mischievous music]
[mumbling]
Sorry, Lori's not available.
But I'd be happy to babysit.
♪ ♪
- Who was that?
- A ding-dang telemarketer.
I told him to buzz off.
[phone rings]
- I can get it.
- Up, bup, bup.
Sit down., Stinkoln.
Loud residence.
Oh, hi, Mrs. Lewis.
- [indistinct squeaky speech]
- Oh, no, Leni's
not free on Saturday.
But I am.
- So you guys didn't
have any babysitting jobs
this weekend either?
- Nope.
Didn't get a single call.
- Me neither.
- Deadsville.
- Weird. Maybe we should check
in with our clients.
- Hi, Mrs. Lewis.
- Hi, Mr. Santini?
- Hey, Mr. Katz.
- Hi, Mrs. Dunscombe.
all: [eyes squeak]
Lynn did what?
- Ugh, I can't believe this.
Not only did she
steal our jobs,
she lost us four more clients.
- We have to tell her
this stops now.
- We can tell her,
but will she listen?
You know how she is.
- What if we can get her to
want to quit babysitting?
- How would we do that?
- Easy.
Get her to sit for the worst
kids in Royal Woods.
all: The Fox quintuplets.
- Ugh, they were
literally a nightmare.
all: [laughing maniacally]
- So mean.
- Little monsters.
- Bad to the bone.
- So it's a plan?
all: It's a plan.
- Hey, Lynn,
can we talk to you?
- Okay. I know what you guys
are gonna say,
but before you get mad,
let me explain--
- Oh, we're not mad.
- We get it, dude.
You were just trying to prove
you can handle babysitting.
- And guess what.
You proved it.
- Really?
So your clients liked me?
- [gasps]
Literally, loved.
- Yes! I knew it.
I told you guys.
So, you're taking me
off the bench?
- Yep. In fact, we already have
a new client lined up for you.
- Sweet.
Who is it?
Later, Mr. and Mrs. Fox.
[tires squeal]
So, g*ng,
what should we do tonight?
[dramatic choral music]
♪ ♪
- [chirping frantically]
♪ ♪
- Ah!
all: [laughing maniacally]
- Poor Lynn. I bet by now
those little monsters
have trapped her in the
crawlspace like they did to me.
[laughter]
- Or rolled her up in a rug
and pushed her down the stairs
like they did to me.
- Or thrown a skunk
in the bathroom
while she was
doing her business.
all: [eyes spring open]
- Well, Lynn had it coming.
- Literally.
- She gave us no choice.
- Guys, I'm trying to be
a team player here,
but I'm starting to feel bad.
- No, dude, I get it.
I am too.
- Me too.
Lynn's only .
And who knows what
kind of horrible mess
she's in right now.
- And all she wanted
was to be a part
of our babysitting group.
- We have to go help her.
- Agreed.
But first, we'll need some
protective gear.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Hey, guys, what's up?
all: [overlapping yells]
[eyes spring open]
- Wait a second,
I thought you were babysitting
the Fox quintuplets.
Who are those guys?
- Those are the Fox quints.
Duh.
- Wait.
How did you get them to behave?
- It was a cinch.
First I showed them
that if they wanna get crazy,
I can get ten times crazier.
Next, I wore them out
with athletic competition.
And lastly, three words.
Horsey reward system.
[horse neighs]
- Wow, impressive.
Well, anyway,
I guess we should get going.
- Wait a minute.
What's going on?
Why'd you even come here
in the first place?
- Nothing, dude, we were just
in the neighborhood.
- We were. I thought we came
here because we felt bad
about trying to get Lynn
to quit babysitting.
- [laughs]
That's funny, Leni,
but jokes are my territory.
Come on, let's go.
- You wanted me
to quit babysitting?
Why?
You said your clients loved me.
- Well, they didn't.
You actually
terrified their kids.
But now I think I know why.
They just weren't the right
kind of kids for you.
These guys are.
None of us could handle them,
but clearly you're doing great.
- We're sorry for trying
to mess with you.
- Well, that's cool.
I guess it wasn't so great
that I tried to steal
your clients from you.
So, I'm sorry about that.
Apology punches!
- Dude.
all: Ow!
- Coach Lynn,
we're ready for bed.
- Well, duty calls.
I'm glad we're good.
I'll see you guys at home.
Who wants to hear about the
time I broke my tibia?
all: I do, I do.
[rock music]
- Off your butts, ladies.
You've all got
babysitting jobs tonight.
- What're you talking about?
- I got your old clients back.
It took a lot of
begging and pleading,
and the apology punches
didn't help,
but I was able
to convince them.
- Mighty dece' of you, sis.
- Well, see you later.
I'm sitting for the quints.
Now that Mr. and Mrs. Fox
have found someone
who can handle their kids,
they're going out, like,
every night.
[hard rock music]
[blows whistle]
all: [cheering]
- [grunts]
- Best babysitter ever.
- [laughs]
[spy music]
♪ ♪
[cars honking]
[computer beeps]
- Hey, Lincoln.
- Hey, Ronnie Anne.
Guess where I am.
- Well, the sign's
right behind you,
so I'm gonna say Flip's.
- Oh, right.
They're unveiling
the new Flippee flavor today.
Gotta make sure
I don't miss out.
- Awesome,
I have a big day too.
I'm going downtown
to check out street murals.
- City life
sounds pretty cool.
Clyde, over here.
Sorry, I gotta go.
- Okay, good luck
with the Flippees.
- Good luck with the murals.
both: Downtown?
- [gasps]
- You were listening
at my door?
- It's a good thing we were.
- We're in charge of you while
your mom's away this weekend.
A--and you can't go downtown
by yourself.
- It's no big deal.
I'm used to going
everywhere by myself.
- Sure, in Royal Woods.
But this is the city.
There's all kinds of danger
you don't know about.
- Especially downtown.
Even I won't go there
without lighting
five candles first.
- I'll be fine.
I have my Metro card.
I've got my route planned out.
If there's any problem,
I'll call you.
- But, mija...
- Bobby's the one you
should be worried about.
You know how he's always
getting stuck
in the dairy case.
- But at least
we know he's safe.
And has plenty to eat.
- Don't worry.
[lips smack]
I got this.
[jazz music]
both: [groaning]
[grunt, groan]
- What's the rush?
Is there a sale on VapoRub?
- They only move this fast if
they're following someone.
Who is it?
- Ronnie Anne.
She's going downtown.
[menacing music]
- [gasps]
- Downtown.
At her age?
- Is she crazy?
- We tried to talk her out of
it, but you know how she is.
Stubborn like an ox.
- Are you sure you're the ones
who should follow her?
You're kind of, um, uh...
- You're old.
- [squawks]
What a burn.
- Hey, why don't I go?
I'll make sure she's safe.
- No, no, all my grandbabies
are too precious.
- Actually,
it's not a bad idea.
Carlota knows downtown
better than any of us.
- And I will go with her.
[slurps]
Ah. She'll need a man
for protection.
- Okay, but you have to
hold your sister's hand.
- No way. How will the ladies
know I'm single?
- I'll tell them.
- [yelps]
[cell phone snaps]
- [munching]
- All right,
she seems okay so far.
- Okay?
She's surrounded by pigeons.
all: [gasp]
- And eating a pretzel.
She has no idea what city
critters will do for food.
- Hey, don't sweat it, fam.
I got this.
[trash rattles]
[tense music]
all: [sigh]
- It's a good thing
I lit my special candle
or Ronnie Anne
could have been bird food.
- [grunts] Hey, pigeons,
come get some lunch.
Ah!
[grunts]
[spooky music]
Uh-oh.
[screams]
♪ ♪
[spy music]
[cell phone snaps]
- [gasps]
Why is she standing in
the middle of the sidewalk?
She may as well wear a sign
that says "country bumpkin."
- Wait, do you hear that?
Carlota, look up.
[tense music]
all: [scream]
- She doesn't know about
city air conditioners.
- They fall on people
all the time.
- Vito Filiponio knows a guy
who read a story about a guy
who almost got hit by one.
The thr*at is real.
♪ ♪
- Hmm.
all: [sigh]
- It didn't fall because I was
rubbing my lucky wishbone.
Otherwise, she would've been
flattened like a tortilla.
[spy music]
- She's not watching
where she walks.
- Is your phone
really more important
than your life, mija?
[dramatic sting]
- [gasps]
Ay, madre mía, there's an
open cellar door up ahead.
[gasps, exhales]
- Ronnie Anne doesn't know
about city cellars.
- They're death traps.
- Not to worry.
I'll go close it.
[grunting]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ah!
[gasps]
[tense music]
all: [sigh]
- [tongue sloshes]
- [grunts]
Is she still alive?
- Yes, but only because
I had my worry beads.
- [grunts]
Ha-ha!
[yelps]
[spits]
- Carl, quit horsing around
and go follow Ronnie Anne.
- Wait, look at
that bike messenger.
- She doesn't know
about city cyclists.
- Ah, they're pigeons
on wheels.
- He's headed right for her.
- I'll save her.
[tense music]
[bell rings]
- Hey, slow down.
[tires screech]
- Yikes.
[grunts]
[groans]
- Carl?
Carlota?
Are you guys following me?
- What--uh, no, no.
[stammers]
What a crazy coincidence
seeing you here.
- What's going on?
We can't see Ronnie Anne.
- So you've all been
spying on me?
- We were worried about you.
- I told you,
I can take care of myself.
You really need
to chill out and trust me.
I'll be home in
a couple of hours.
No one follow me.
- Of course.
- We promise.
- Carlota, follow her.
- What? No, I don't want her
to hate me.
- Relax, your boy Carl has
once again saved the day.
Dad, you know that tracking
chip you sowed into my jacket?
- Busted, Dad.
- Oh, er, huh.
You knew about that?
- Water under the bridge,
Pops.
I stuck it in
Ronnie Anne's backpack
so you can track her
on your phone.
[beeping]
- Hah! God job, son.
- Looks like I'm the brawn and
the brains of this operation.
- Sweetie, did you find
the booger wipes
I put in your jacket?
- [groans]
- [laughs]
[phone rings]
- Hey, Lincoln,
how's the new Flippee?
- I haven't gotten one yet.
The machine's down.
But Flip says he's
got it under control.
- Well, I hope you
get your Flippee.
- How's it going
with the murals?
- They're great,
but my family's nuts.
They sent Carlota and Carl
to spy on me.
- Been there.
- Anyway, I put a stop to that.
[beeping]
[spy music]
- She's stopped at George
Washington Boulevard
and th street.
- Got it.
- Okay, let's see.
Nearest emergency room
is at St. Anthony's.
There's also a fire station
a block away.
[cell phone snaps]
[backpack zips]
[chip beeping]
- [squeaking, sniffs]
[chomps]
[whirs, panting]
[beeping]
- Why is she moving so fast?
- Ah.
She could skate
right into traffic.
- Hold on, it looks like she's
on th street headed east.
- That street dead-ends
at the river.
[gasps]
And the jail.
- Ay, madre mía.
What if she has
a secret prison pen pal
and she's gonna visit him?
I better look in the cards.
I need to know more
about this creep.
- I... I can't take
all this uncertainty.
We have to call her.
- If we call her, she'll know
we're spying on her.
- That's better than her
falling into the river.
[phone ringing]
- Another phone call?
Seriously?
They are so paranoid.
Decline.
- She's not picking up.
- Maybe her phone's dead.
- Or some thugs stole it.
[cat yowls]
- Whatever it is,
she's in trouble.
We gotta go get her.
- Wait, we can't all go.
Someone has to stay here
and watch the baby.
- And Bobby.
- I'm on it.
- Thanks, CJ.
Call if you need us.
all: [groan]
- Oh, good, you're home.
Now come on,
we're going back out.
- Okay, let's see.
The dot says she's here.
- This doesn't look so bad.
- Oh, wait.
Actually, she's over here.
- [caws]
all: [gasp]
[door creaks]
[tense music]
- Ronnie Anne, are you here?
- Oh, look.
- [squeaking]
all: [scream]
- Everyone, stand behind me.
- [hisses]
- Mommy.
- [gasps] If the tracker is on
the rat, that means--
- The rat ate Ronnie Anne!
- Don't be ridiculous, Hector.
She was obviously
turned into a rat
by some kind of dark magic.
- Or here's a crazy idea.
Maybe the tracker just fell out
of her backpack,
got stuck to the rat,
and Ronnie Anne
is somewhere else.
- Seems like a stretch.
- [squeaking]
all: [squeaking]
- [whimpers] The rat that ate
Ronnie Anne has friends.
all: [scream]
[bell rings]
- Hey, CJ.
I was just upstairs.
Where is everyone?
- They all went out
to look for you.
- Went out to look for me?
- Yep, except me.
I'm watching Bobby.
[lounge music]
♪ ♪
[phone rings]
- Casagrande Mercado.
- Wait, is this Ronnie Anne?
You're home?
- Yeah.
And why are you guys out
looking for me?
I told you I'd be fine.
- Uh, Tío Carlos
will explain everything.
♪ ♪
- Uh-huh.
Abandoned building?
Rats? [sighs]
I'll be right there.
[rock music]
- The rats are
gonna devour us.
- She needs to come quick.
- Auxilio.
all: [gasps]
- Don't worry.
I got this.
- That's your plan?
A half-eaten pretzel?
- I don't know if you know
this, but city critters
will do anything for food.
- Actually, we did know that.
We didn't know you knew that.
- Didn't know?
Watch this.
all: [snort, growl]
- Wah!
[elevator bell rings]
all: [whimpering]
- Thank you, Ronnie Anne.
- That was amazing.
- I think we've learned
an important lesson today.
- Yes. Next time, Rosa and I
will do all
the spying ourselves.
- [exhales] No, Dad.
I mean, Ronnie Anne can
obviously take care of herself.
- Yeah, maybe even
better than we can.
- Thanks, guys,
I appreciate that.
And if you worry
this much about me,
maybe I can make things
easier for you.
- Oh, good.
So you'll wear the tracker?
- Uh, not quite.
But how about a phone check-in
every couple of hours?
- Agreed. But only if you'll
carry my lucky crystal too.
- Deal.
[elevator bell rings]
Uh, we better get out of here
before that
elevator door opens.
all: Ah!
[dramatic music]
- Well, I'm glad things worked
out with your family.
- Me too. So did you ever
get to try the new Flippee?
- No. Flip couldn't
fix the machine,
but he's giving out
free nachos,
as soon as he fixes
that machine.
- [anguished scream]
- ♪ 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 ♪
03x24 - Sitting Bull
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Series revolves around the chaotic everyday life of a boy named Lincoln Loud, who is the middle child and only son in a large family of 11 children.
Series revolves around the chaotic everyday life of a boy named Lincoln Loud, who is the middle child and only son in a large family of 11 children.