03x37 - Cooked!

[bunniefuu]

- Today's the big day,

the grand opening of my dad's
restaurant, Lynn's Table.

That's right. His dream of
opening his own place

is finally coming true, but let
me tell ya,

it hasn't been easy
getting here.

First, Dad had to
find a place.

[metal creaking]

[electricity crackling]

- So what do you guys think?

- Pfft.

- I think it stinks.

- That's the best part.[sniffs]

Cod with a hint of lobsterpaste.

[together]
Ugh.

all: Ahh!

- Look. It's going upstream to
spawn.

- Yeah, on your car.
- [gasps]

Oh, no, not Vanzilla.

- Once Dad bought the
old fish shack,

we all pitched in to fix it up.

Coming through.

Lynn handled the demolition...

- You want me to knock down
that wall too, Dad?

- No, no. No, no, no.
That one's load-bearing.

- And Lana fixed up the
bathrooms...

- I hooked you up big time,
Dad.

That bathroom is so nice, I
wouldn't be surprised if people

stop by just to use it.

- Well, I hope they'll
at least buy an appetizer.

[toilet flushing]

[frog croaking]

- Hops was testing out the
heated toilet seats.

- And Lisa helped Dad get ready
for his health inspection,

though I think she was a
little tougher on Dad

than the actual inspector.

- Tsk-tsk-tsk.

Your dumpster should be a
minimum of feet

from your exit.

You're inches short.

That's an infraction.

- [groans]

- Hmm. No hair net.
That's another infraction.

- Next it was time for Dad to
hire a few employees.

- So why do you want
to work here?

- I was just cast as
Waitress Number Three

in the Royal Woods One-Act
Festival,

so I need to prepare for
the role.

♪ Would you like a table or
would you like a booth ♪

Oh. Did I mention it was a
musical?

[buzzer buzzes]

- So why do you want
to work here?

- Yeah, my parents are forcing
me to get a job

since I left our car's sunroof
open in the rain and ruined it.

But I'm, like, really
responsible.

- What? I find him relatable.

- Why do you want to work here?

- I don't wanna work
here, Loud.

I came to tell ya your dog went
on my lawn.

Feel free to pick it up.

But eventually Dad found the
perfect people for the job,

his best friend and bandmate,
Kotaro,

and Grant, the Burpin'
Burger's two-time

employee of the month.

- Pound it, guys.
Now blow it up.

- The best part of helping Dad
get ready

was tasting the sample menu.

- Now, everyone take
a comment card

and rate the dishes based on
presentation,

texture, flavor--

slow down. I need
detailed feedback.

- [burps]

I just ate my comment card.

- All that's left now
are a few last-minute touches.

- Lincoln, Dad's gathering
everyone.

Oh, I guess he's not out here.

- [groans]

- Hey, everybody, I just
wanted to say thanks

for helping get this place
ready.

Ta-da.

[together]
Wow.

[gasping]

- Now, there's just
one thing left to do,

and it's kind of a biggie:
publicity.

I had a truckload of flyers
made for you kids to distribute

all around town.

Nothing fancy, just advertising
great food at a great price.

I was thinking
that could be our motto.

- Uh, Dad, I think there's
a typo...

- What? "Come on down to Lynn's
Table for our Gland Opening?"

Oh, no.

- Eesh. It sounds like you're
offering treatment

for Lymphadenitis.

What am I gonna do? There's
not enough time

to re-print these.
Oh, oh, this is bad.

This is--no one's gonna show
up, and we'll be totally sunk.

- Hey, Dad, I've got an idea.

Why don't you let us take care
of the promoting?

I'm sure we can come up
with something.

- Yeah, we can help, Daddy.

- Of course. I'd be
"gland" to do it.

[laughs]

- Oh, kids, thank you.

You don't know what this means
to me.

And I just know you'll think of
something brilliant.

When you put your heads
together, you always do.

- Well, I'll go ahead and
recycle these.

- Uh, sweetie, we don't have a
recycling bin yet.

- Oh. I see. That is another
infraction.

- Okay, so let's all
pitch our ideas

on how to promote
Dad's restaurant,

then we can vote
for our favorite.

Who wants to go first?

- Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.

- Why am I not surprised?

- Picture this. Airing
on every TV in Royal Woods:

a commercial for Dad's
restaurant.

The angle? Let a man used to
cooking for

handle your huge party.

Big groups encouraged,
buses welcome.

A-thank you,
a-thank you.

- According to my research and
personal experience,

there is nothing people love
more than...

bottomless baskets of fries.

I propose we offer
them with every entrée.

- I say we install
a photo booth.

It would pull in literally
every teen in Royal Woods.

- So as you see, mine is the
"batter" idea.

- Ta-da. It's perfect.

- Ta-da. Ya.

- Ta-da.
- And there it is, bingo.

- It's a home run.

- And there you have it.

- [babbling]

- Thank you, Lily.

Displaying your fridge art is a
very creative idea.

Now that all of us
have presented,

let's put it to a vote.

And one booger-smeared vote for
Lana's plan.

[together]
Ugh.

- It's officially an
-way tie.

Did everyone just vote for
themselves?

Well, I think we should
go with my commercial idea.

No offense, but it's the
most thought out plan.

- Excuse me?

Hours of research
went into my fries proposal.

- How are you gonna get your
commercial on TV anyway,

Stinkin', huh?

Did you even think about that?

- Yes, I did, Lynn.

Clyde's dads happen to have a
connection at the TV station...

- Pfft! What a load.

- You're just mad that
no one liked your idea.

- Yeah, well, I liked it.

- You also like the taste of
your own burps.

Now, what about my plan?
- Forget that.

I say we use mine.

- No. Yours stunk big time.

- You take that back.
- Make me.

- I'm gonna make you.

[both shouting]

- That's it. I'm done with this
conversation.

- Well, I'm done with
you guys being in my room.

- Well, I'm done with
looking at your face, Lori.

- Guys, wait.

What are we gonna do
for the grand opening?

[sighs]

Well, my sisters may be fine
with dropping the ball,

but I'm not.

Dad's counting on us.

So I'm just gonna go ahead and
make my commercial

without their help, and when
bus loads of customers

show up to Dad's restaurant,
he'll have me to thank.

All I need now is a cameraman.

Clyde, how would you like to
help me sh**t a commercial?

- Uh, yeah, I'm in.

- Um, do you think you could
bring that tree costume

you wore last Christmas?

- Okay, now I'm really in.

- Welcome to Jean Juan's
French-Mex Buffet.

How can I help you?

- Can I get a table for ?

The rest of my party is outside
parking.

- ? That's a lot of
people to seat.

Why didn't you call ahead?

- [sighs]

Does this ever happen to you?

Being publicly shamed for
trying to dine

with a big group?

[video camera whirring]

- Why are you talking
to that tree?

When did we get a tree?

- Well, at Lynn's Table,
big groups are our specialty.

After all, Chef Lynn's been
cooking for a family

of for years.

- Are you filming?

You can't do that in here.

- Cut. Bail, Clyde, bail!

Nice work, buddy.
We got what we needed.

On to the next location.
Ugh!

- Sorry. My branches
got caught in the spokes.

- Okay, team, T minus
five minutes

until the grand opening.

By the way, I ordered too much
ginger,

so really push the Lynn-ger
chicken.

- Dad, we've got the greatest
surprise for you ever.

Clyde and I took care of the
whole promotion problem.

We made you a commercial.

- And it should be airing
right about now.

- And in local news, several
civilians have reported

seeing an alleged "tree
monster" riding a bicycle.

This is Katherine Mulligan, and
I'll have the full story

for you after the break.

- Okay, rolling.

- Bowling?
- No, rolling.

- Have you ever gone
out to eat with a big group

and had this happen?

- That's a lot of people to
seat.

Why didn't you... call ahead?

- Have you too been...

- It's gonna be at least hour
wait.

- [laughs] You're kidding,right?

- I can seat you in pairs,

but one person's gonna have to
sit by himself.

- Well, then come on
down to Lynn's Table.

[party horn honks]

Chef Lynn will be sure to
take care of your large party.

Eeeeeh.

After all, when it comes to
serving delicious food

to big groups, this father of
is an expert.

Buses welcome.

Honk-honk. Beep-beep.

[imitates explosions]

both: A Clincoln-McCloud
Production.

All rights reserved.

- So what do you think?

- Uhhh...I think it was...

fantastic!

Talk about showmanship.

You and Clyde knocked
it out of the park.

How did you get it on TV?

- You know Patchy Drizzle,
the local weatherman?

My dad plays racquetball with
him.

- Thanks, Clyde. Hey,
there's a free appetizer

with your name on it.

- Yum. Well, I better go home
and change

into my formal wear for the
opening.

- Hey, keep an eye
out for that tree monster,

especially if he offers
you candy.

Great work, son.

Did the girls help too?

Pfft, no.

They all bailed after we
couldn't agree on an idea.

- Can you believe it,
Bobby?

They all bailed after we
couldn't agree on an idea.

- Except me. I came up with...

- The perfect idea...

- A k*ller promo...

- A flawless plan...

- All on my own...

- And it's totally gonna bring
in...

- A ton of customers...

- Half the town.

- [babbling]

[together]
The place is gonna be packed.

- [exhales] Well, no worries,
son.

Looks like the grand opening
is going to be smooth sailing.

[birds chirping]

[watch ticking]

[inhales and exhales]

Okay, guys, this is it.

Time for the grand opening to
officially begin.

Oh, I hate to
start without the girls.

But the show must go on.

[horn honks]

- [gasps] Son, the commercialworked.

- Where can I park my bus?

Melissa I'll handle it.

- Eh. Nice try.

All right, are we working with
a hydraulic brake system here?

- All right, my friends,
pound it.

Now blow it up.

[all imitate expl*si*n]

- Hello. And welcome
to Lynn's Table.

Please make your
way to the host stand.

We can seat your entire
party immediately.

[horn honking]

- [gasps]

Yes. Keep those buses a-comin'.

- Lincoln.

[upbeat orchestral music]

♪ ♪

♪ A-chippity-chop-chop,
a carrot's a root yeah ♪

♪ I'm cuttin' a root yeah ♪

♪ It's out of the ground,
I washed it off ♪

♪ A-chippity-chop-chop
a slice ♪

♪ ♪

[expl*si*n]

♪ ♪

♪ A-chippity-chop-chop,
a chippity-chop-chop ♪

♪ A-slice, a-slice,
a-slicity-do ♪

Ow, my finger.

Lisa, sweetie, there you are.

Melissa Father, I come bearing
the solution

to your promotional problem.

- Oh, you did your
own promo too?

- Yep. I took it upon
myself to make an offer

to potential customers.

Ahem,
bottomless baskets of fries

with the purchase of an entrée.

That's a great idea,
Short Stack.

- Apparently.

I've just escorted in four
tables' worth of patrons,

all clamoring for endless
potato goodness.

Start your fryers.

- Two promotions at once?

Sure got some creative kids.

♪ A-peelity-pie,
a-peelity-pie ♪

♪ This guy's makin'
some Frenchy fries ♪

Ow, my finger.

- Dad, guess what.
- Chicken butt.

- No, no, no. This is no
time for jokes.

I have to tell you about
this genius promotion I did.

- You did a promotion?

- Uh-huh. And it's sure to
bring in tons of people.

I spread the word that if you
celebrate your birthday here

you get a free dessert,
and the whole staff sings you

a special birthday song.

- That's a fantastic idea,
honey.

- And our first birthday's
ready for a song.

Come on, I'll teach you the
words on the way.

A-one, two, three.

all: ♪ Happy Happy Birthday
from all of your new friends ♪

♪ We hope you have
a good one ♪

♪ Here with us at Lynn's,
hey ♪

[cheers and applause]

- And now for your special
birthday dessert.

- Oh, I can't to see this.

Oh, right,
I need to make that.

Oof!
- Oh. Sorry, Dad.

How do you like the promotion I
did for your restaurant?

- Oh...uh, another
promotion.

- Yeah. It's a photo booth.

It's totally going to draw in
the teen crowd.

Look, there's already people
waiting to use it.

[both gasp]

- So far, they've only
ordered water, but still.

I'm going to go break it in.

- Father, where are
the fries? Chop-chop.

And I mean that literally.

- On it, honey.

Uh, okay, uh, I gotta bake the
cake, fry the potatoes, and--

uh, what was that other thing?
[dog barks]

Oh!

[cats meowing]

[bird squawking]

Did someone leave the
door open?

- Hey, Dad, I've got
the best news.

- Let me guess.
You did a promotion?

- Yep. I said we're offering a
special menu for pets.

[horns honking]

- Dad. We've got two
more buses.

It's a bachelorette party.

They want to know where they
can put their mechanical bull.

- Uhh...uhmmm...

- We've got another birthday.

A-one, two, three.

all: ♪ Happy Happy Birthday
from all of your new friends ♪

♪ We hope you have
a good one ♪

♪ Here with us at Lynn's,
hey ♪

- And your birthday dessert...

[clears throat]

- Will be coming later.

- Dad, I totally crushed
this whole promotional thing.

- You did?

- I got my whole softball
team here.

I told them you were running a
special

for the athlete-on-the-go.

- Okay, what is it?

- If you don't get your food in
minutes or less, it's free.

- Augh!

- I made the announcement
at the game,

so the other team is here too.

- What?

- Oh, and you should
probably start cooking,

'cause it's already been,
like, eight minutes.

- Wha-wha-wha--wait.

Okay, okay, first birthday
cake,

then second birthday cake,
French fries--

correction,
I need lots of French fries,

food for pets...augh!

Lynn, there's no time to
think; just cook.

[upbeat jazzy music]

♪ ♪

- It's getting even crazier out
there, Lynn.

You might want to take a look.

- As promised, every
meal comes with a free concert.

And a-one, two, three...

♪ Lynn's Table ♪

♪ Come in if you're able ♪

♪ If not we deliver ♪

- No, we don't.

♪ ♪

- Okay, remember, everyone, if
you get bingo,

you win a free app.

- No, you don't!

- B .

- Bingo, baby. Ha-ha.
Fry me up some pickles.

- Auugh!
[chicken clucks[

- I've always wanted
to take the g*ng out

for a night on the town.

And it is Virginia's birthday,
so we'd sure love a song.

- Here ya go, birthday
princess.

- Ah! My fries.

Ahh!

- I'm so sorry about that.

Tonight's dinner is on us.

[indistinct chatter]

- Ohhh...

- Gotcha, buddy.

- Daddy, where are those finger
sandwiches for my tea party?

- I've got another birthday.
but she doesn't speak English,

so we've gotta do the song inKorean.

- Order up. A bowl of crickets
for the iguana at table six.

- Father, I need
pounds of fries pronto.

The potato fiends won't rest.

- Dad, another bus
just pulled in.

They said they're gluten-free
paleo vegans.

We can make something for themright?

- Dad, I need a chicken
fried steak.

We've got seconds.
Go, go, go.

- Ohhh...

- Quinoa?
- Extra cream cheese

would be great.

[pan clanging]

- Everybody stop.

These promotions
are just too ding-dang much.

- Sorry, Dad. We didn't know
everybody

was doing their own thing.

- I just wish you kids had
worked together

to come up with one idea.

That I could have handled.

But now there's just too many
things hitting me all at once.

Ugh!
There's another one.

- Hey, Dad, Bernie just
got a double-bingo.

Do we have baba ganoush?

Where's Dad?

Why is he napping
during the gland opening?

- His vitals are fine,
but when he wakes up,

he'll have a considerable
contusion.

- Dudes, I feel terrible.

- Me too.

Dad's opening night is a
disaster,

and it's all our fault.

- Well, with your father out of
commission,

I don't think we can
keep the restaurant going.

I'll go tell the customers they
have to go home.

Just to be safe.

Mom, wait.

Maybe it's not too late
to save the grand opening.

- How are we gonna do that?
- By working together.

Just like Dad wanted us to do
in the first place.

[indistinct chatter]

- Excuse me. May I have your
attention, everybody?

[clears throat]
I know you all came here

because of the promotions we
offered...

- Bingo. Oh, sorry.

- But the thing is,
my sisters and I

came up with those
without telling our Dad.

So unfortunately, we can
no longer honor

all of our promises.

[together] Really? Oh, come on.
Are you kidding me?

- But if you're willing to
stick around,

there is one promise we can
honor:

our dad's great food at a
great price.

[together] Oh. Okay. Okay,
okay. Okay, okay.

- Okay, time to work together.

Pound it, guys.

Now blow it up.

[all imitate expl*si*n]

[upbeat orchestral music]

♪ ♪

- Order up.

Potato and Chicken Dump-Lynns.

♪ ♪

- Fresh out.
- No problem, Mom.

I know that recipe by heart.

Here, this Lynn-til soup
goes to table three.

both: Got it.

- Please take a seat.

Oh, but give it back at the end
of your meal.

- May I recommend the Lynn-ger
chicken?

- Thank you.

- Order up. This is
the home stretch, guys.

We're almost there.

[cheers]

- Where's Dad? I have
the ultimate promotion.

I invited Katherine Mulligan
from Channel

to come interview him.

You did what?

- Bad timing, dude.

- Gasp.

- Nobody panic. I've got an
idea.

- This is Katherine Mulligan
here at Lynn's Table

talking to the man
behind the name,

Chef Lynn Loud.

This has been the
most successful

grand opening Royal
Woods has ever seen.

How'd you do it?

Ho-ho. So modest.

How does it feel?

I bet.

And how do you plan
to celebrate?

[laughs]
A good night's sleep.

I don't blame you.

Well, Lynn Loud is
a man of few words,

but he lets his
food do the talking.

I'm Katherine Mulligan saying
that if you're looking

for a delicious family friendly
meal,

look no further than
Lynn's Table.

- Wow. Thanks for making
me look so good, kids.

I can't believe you
pulled that off.

- It was the least we could do
after the mess we made.

- Well, once you worked
together,

you really turned things
around.

In fact, the grand
opening was even better

than I could've hoped for.

Aww, bring it in here.

[all speaking simultaneously]

- Bring it in.

- Now I was thinking
since you guys

were such a big help maybe I
should name

a few dishes after you.

- Ooh. How about a
Luan-chovy pizza?

- Ooh. Ooh. Chicken
catcha-Lori.

- I love those. Keep 'em
coming.

- Lana-cotti.
Buffa-Lola chicken wings.

- Hummus and Rita chips.

- Liso soup.

- Beef Well-Lincoln.

- Lu-Caesar salad.

- Luna casserole.

- Ooh, I got one: hamburgers.

- ♪ 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 ♪