- ♪ 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.
[upbeat rock music]
♪ ♪
- It's Saturday morning and
for the first time in forever,
every single member
of the Loud family is free!
To make the most of it,
Mom and Dad
are taking us on a boat trip
around Lake Eddy.
It's gonna be awesome!
Ah, sunscreen in my eye!
- Lana, where's your
tire inflater?
My unicorn needs puffing!
- On it!
Let me just finish breakfast.
- Has anyone seen my bait?
- [munches]
- Ew.
- Your old dad's
gonna get some fishing in
before the season's over!
- We'll see who comes home
with the better catch.
- Cannonball!
- No cannonballs
in the house, LJ.
- Relax, I'm just
practicing the yell.
Next step,
toughening up my butt cheeks
for maximum splash!
[grunting]
- Don't worry, Boo Boo Bear,
I packed an external charger
so we can stay
in constant contact!
- It's just a -hour tour.
I've taken longer trips
to the little dummy's room.
- Dude, you're not bringing
Mr. Coconuts, are you?
- No, wood and water don't mix.
I may be a dummy,
but I'm not stupid.
- Here you go, Lily.
- [sputters]
- Ah, my other eye!
- Hi, Lincoln.
Pass the sunscreen.
[both yell]
- Oh, only SPF .
Never mind.
- Hey, wanna help me
hunt for Plessy?
- What?
- The prehistoric reptile
rumored to lurk
at the bottom of Lake Eddy.
- Hm, water dragon?
I am so in.
- [laughs]
- Preposterous.
I plan to study
the lake's very real
and very
fascinating micro-climate,
with tropical
conditions despite--
- You can lecture your siblings
in the car, sweetie.
Let's go!
- [yelps]
[bright musical flourish]
[birds chirp]
- Hey, you're all set.
[cheering]
Remember to be back
in three hours,
or the rental fee doubles!
[clamoring]
[shutter snaps]
[bright music]
- Ah, nothing like
that fresh lake air.
The gentle sound of the waves.
[engine sputters]
- Sorry, that was me!
I only had yogurt
for breakfast.
- That wasn't you.
It was the engine!
Yikes, this baby's leaking more
than Lily's swim diaper!
- No worries, this boat
can run on Loud power!
Everyone, grab an oar!
- [grunting]
- Why can't I pick it up?
- Because it's painted on.
Dang it, Flip!
- Hm, maybe there's
something else
we can paddle with.
[mischievous music]
- [cooing]
- Aw, that's cute, honey.
but we can't use
your pacifier to pad--
ah, whirlpool!
[dramatic music]
[all gasp]
[screaming]
♪ ♪
- [groans]
- Is everyone okay?
- Don't worry, honey.
I got them.
- Ah, my phone!
- Ours, too!
- How are we
going to call for help?
- Maybe we can borrow a phone
from someone on this island.
- I don't know, Pops.
This place looks
pretty deserted.
- Oh, goody, I'm starving!
- No Leni, deserted means
there's no one else here.
[dramatic musical flourish]
- We're all alone?
With no food?
No water?
No TV?
Ah, we're doomed!
[clamoring]
- Whoa, guys,
let's not fall apart!
- Your mother's right!
Look, g*ng,
I know we're in
a bit of a pickle--
- But that doesn't mean
we're gonna give up!
We're Louds,
and Louds never quit!
- Mom and Dad are right.
We're not a bunch of quitters!
- Now, let's put
our heads together
and think about how
to get off this island!
- Well, there's always
the Coast Guard.
They make regular patrols
of the lake this time of year.
-Okay, we'll just build
a distress signal
so the Coast Guard spots us.
- And use our Loud Family
survival skills
to get by until then!
Whoo-hoo!
Bring it in, guys
"Louds never quit" on three.
One, two, three.
all: Louds never quit!
- What say we start building
our camp here?
Looks nice and level.
- Great.
Now, how are we going to chop
down some palm trees for wood?
- Maybe we could
sharpen a rock, or--
- Cannonball!
[grunts]
Those butt exercises
are really paying off.
Just got to watch out
for splinters, you know?
- Hmm, fascinating.
The island's micro-climate
has yielded an abundance
of tropical fruits.
- And all organic!
Check out this papaya!
It'd be, like,
bucks at the farmers market!
- Mango.
- Honey, I think I know
the difference between--
Oh, oh, that mango.
♪ ♪
- Phew, distress signal done.
Thanks for all your help, dude.
- Sorry, but I was busy
making Mr. Coconuts the Second.
Now made from the real thing!
♪ ♪
- There, now,
I've made four hammocks,
and a belt to match.
How's your bed coming, Lola?
- Ah, fit for a princess.
- Okay, so survival expert
Rip Hardcore
says you should look
for animal tracks
to lead you to fresh water.
- Oh, cute!
So like, little bird prints,
or squirrel feet, or--
ew, what kind of animal
made those?
- Three claws
and a carpal fin--
[dramatic musical flourish]
both: Plessy!
- Who, what?
[heavy breathing]
- She's a prehistoric
marine reptile!
I knew she was real--ly
just a turtle with a leaf
stuck to its butt.
- On the upside,
we found water.
[both groan]
♪ ♪
- [babbles]
- [laughs]
- Dad, these parfaits
are amazing.
- Thanks, sweetie.
It's that fresh island produce!
Just gotta keep
an eye out for it.
- I am so proud of you kids!
You didn't quit,
and look at us now!
- Yep, we got a sweet camp,
first-class entertainment,
and plenty of chow while we
wait for the Coast Guard!
- Whoo!
Louds never quit.
- Ahem, can you keep it down?
We're watching TV.
[owl hoots]
[birds chirp]
- [snores]
[laughs]
Charles, that tickles.
Ah, not Charles.
[dramatic music]
Hey, that's our food!
Shoo!
- [grunting]
[yells]
Get out of there!
- I said, get out of there!
- What are we
supposed to eat now?
- I suppose we could scavenge
through their droppings
for edible seeds--
[all groaning]
- Or we could forage
for more fresh fruit.
- Great.
Let's do that.
- That's the spirit, kids!
Louds never quit!
all: Louds never quit!
[wind howling]
- My princess bed!
Come back!
[screams]
What is this?
It's slimy and gross
and it's ruining my gown!
- We gotta help her!
Hang on, Lols!
- Quicksand?
Will the wonders
of this microclimate
never cease?
♪ ♪
- [groans]
- Wait, I got this.
[groaning]
[clamoring]
- Oh, you got to be
more careful, Lols.
I can always build you
another princess bed,
but I can't build myself
another twin.
- I can.
It's a simple matter of--
[horn blows]
- The Coast Guard!
We're saved!
- We can talk about cloning
your siblings later, sweetie.
Let's go!
[heavy breathing]
- Is it just me, or is
the boat getting smaller?
- Oh, no, what if it gets
too small to fit all of us?
- No, Leni,
he means it's sailing away!
Didn't they see
our distress signal?
[dramatic musical flourish]
both: Dang it.
- Don't give up.
We can still get
the boat's attention.
- Come back!
- Help us!
[screaming]
[groaning]
- Okay, guys, nobody panic.
Another boat will be back soon.
- Um, perhaps not.
- What do you mean?
You said the Coast Guard
makes regular patrols
of the lake.
- Only during fishing season,
which concluded today.
[all gasp]
- So we're stuck here forever?
- Well, technically,
a new season
will begin in eight months.
All: Eight months?
- Come on, guys.
It won't be so bad.
- Yeah, just eight short months
with no running water,
no coffee,
no toothbrushes,
no toilet paper.
- Ah, it's hopeless!
I give up!
[both sobbing]
- Wait, what happened to
"Louds never quit?"
- Well, son, sometimes,
grown-ups think
they're teaching their kids
an important life lesson,
when really,
they have it all wrong.
- Sometimes, the universe
just has it out for you.
- [imitates buzzer]
That's a load.
We've gotten through
a shipwreck, quicksand,
hurricane-force winds,
and you want to quit now?
Forget that!
I say we're getting off
this island!
Who's with me?
[cheering]
- We can build our own boat!
Rip Hardcore once made a raft
out of nothing
but sand and moose fur!
[triumphant music]
- Rita, we really have some
ding-dang resilient kids!
- We got it from you guys!
- Oh!
- Um, I advise you
to pull it together.
You're increasing your risk
of dehydration.
[bright music]
♪ ♪
- Good work, team!
Now, let's get off
this stinking island!
- Where's Dad?
- [heavy breathing]
Sorry but I'm saving,
like, bucks here!
Dang it, .
♪ ♪
- Bye, desert island.
- Never "sea" you again!
- Next stop, home.
- [cooing]
- Ah, wave!
[screaming]
[heavy breathing]
- Keep kicking, guys!
We can still make it to land!
Louds never quit!
all: Louds never quit!
Louds never quit!
Louds never quit.
- Ooh!
Hooray, it's the Coast Guard!
- In a dinghy?
- Hey, I've been looking
for you bozos.
Where's my boat?
- Your crummy engine blew
and it sank!
We're lucky we're alive!
- [awkward laughing]
I guess I'll forgive
the late fee.
[bright music]
♪ ♪
- Oh!
[laughs]
[cooing]
- Aw, no, Lily.
Home is this way.
- [groans]
- [squeaks]
[fast swing music]
♪ ♪
- [munching]
[knocking]
Whoa!
- Could someone get that?
- Who's at the door?
- Lincoln!
- Okay, okay, all right.
[clamoring]
I'm going.
- Lincoln!
- Hey, Clyde, what's--
- No time for
small talk, Lincoln.
- Clyde, what's going on?
Frosty Farms Frozen Feasts?
[beeping]
- We have a big problem.
- I'll say.
Your dads bought
frozen dinners?
Is everything okay at home?
- Oh, yeah,
we're just eating these
until their vintage stove
arrives from Italy.
But that's beside the point!
- So what is the--
[wheezes]
Okay, that was hot, and--
ah, really, Clyde,
why are you--
[whimpers]
- Well, well?
Taste anything familiar?
- Hm, this lasagna
kind of tastes like my dad's.
And so do
the mac and cheese bites.
And the Salisbury steak.
How is that possible?
Wait!
Did someone steal
my Dad's recipes?
- What other explanation
could there be?
When I tasted these,
I flipped out.
- Okay, before I flip out too,
let's be percent sure!
Grab those frozen dinners
and follow me.
[beeping]
- Place your samples
here, gentlemen.
- Should we be
wearing goggles, too?
- Uh, no, these are just
for dramatic effect.
I built this chemical analyzer
with grant money
from the Norwegian government.
It'll break down
the ingredients
in both Dad's leftovers
and the frozen meals
in question.
[beeping]
Hmm, fascinating.
A % match,
right down to Father's
secret ingredient
in the mac and cheese bites.
- A dash of caramel?
- Affirmative.
It's a rather clever bit
of food science.
The sweet brings out the salty.
[smacks lips]
- So someone really did
steal my dad's recipes.
Looks like this
is a case for...
both: One-Eyed Jack
and Ace Savvy!
- Do you wear those
under your clothes every day
just waiting for an opportunity
such as this?
- You bet your Norwegian
grant money we do!
[grunts]
- ♪ Hey, working in the
kitchen, singing this ditty ♪
♪ Mixing up meatballs
for my "spagitty" ♪
Eh, it works.
- Hi-ya!
Ace Savvy and One-Eyed Jack!
Grab a seat.
At Lynn's Table,
crime fighters eat free.
- Thanks, Dad, but right now,
the only appetite
we have is for justice.
- Ooh, on the job, eh?
Who you solving
a case for today?
- Um, you.
- I'm sorry, what's that?
- We think someone
stole your recipes
and sold them to
Frosty Farms Frozen Feasts.
- We've got the chemical
analysis to prove it!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
how could that be?
My recipe book is right
here on the shelf,
next to all the jars I need
Lynn Jr. to open for me.
Wait a minute,
where--where is it?
[mumbling]
It's gone.
My book!
My precious book is gone!
- Can you describe it for us?
- It contains all the
recipes I've ever learned,
starting with
my first Home Ec class
in m--m--middle school!
- It's okay, Dad.
Just tell us
what it looks like.
- Oh, right.
Well, it's a black book
with food stains on the cover
and "Property of Lynn Loud"
written inside.
Ooh, ooh, hang on, hang on.
This is us last Thanksgiving.
I miss her so much!
- Don't worry, Dad.
We're on the case.
We won't fold till
we find the thief.
- And then, we'll be cashing in
on that free meal.
Save me
some of that "spagitty!"
- [shudders]
[tense music]
- Okay, Jack, we know the book
was kept in
the restaurant kitchen.
Who had access?
- Just the employees.
Grant, Kotaro and your dad.
And we know it's not your dad.
- Then we have our suspects!
Looks like it's time
to serve up some justice!
- Ooh, nice
restaurant-themed pun!
[dramatic music]
- Hello, Kotaro.
- [yelps]
- Hi, boys.
What are you doing here?
- We'll ask the questions,
if you don't mind.
You sure have a lot
of money in your account.
Care to explain
how you acquired it?
- Not really.
- We can do this the easy way
or the hard way.
- Psst, Lincoln,
I only know the easy way.
- Oh, fine,
my great-aunt passed away
and left me the money.
- Pff, really?
The old deceased aunt story?
Try again.
- Hi, Kotaro.
[all yell]
- I hope you were happy
with the memorial service.
- I was.
Thank you, Lucy.
Your eulogy really captured
her inner beauty.
- Uh, we're sorry
for your loss!
- We should really
send flowers.
[dramatic music]
- Hey Grant.
Is that a new bike?
Sure looks expensive.
- Oh, yeah, it was--
- Yeah, and those sneakers.
Are they new, too?
- Yeah.
- Must have cost
a pretty penny.
- Where'd you get the money
to pay for them?
By selling my dad's recipe book
to Frosty Farms Frozen Feasts?!
- These were gifts
from my parents.
My birthday was on Saturday.
- The old "my birthday
was on Saturday" story?
Try again.
- Um, you guys were at
the restaurant when Mr. Loud
brought out a cake
and everyone sang to me.
- Oh, right.
It had his famous
cream cheese frosting
and a dash of caramel sauce.
You know, I'm sensing
a theme there.
Sorry, Grant!
- It's okay.
Car.
- What?
[groaning]
- Well, Jack, it looks like
our investigation has run dry.
I don't know who else could've
sold my Dad's recipe book
to Frosty Farms Frozen Feasts.
- Maybe no one sold it to them.
Maybe they just stole it.
I mean, the company's
right here in Royal Woods.
- You're right!
Maybe someone who works there
ate dinner here and liked
the food so much,
he stole the recipe book
for his company!
- Exactly!
To Frosty Farms Frozen Feasts
headquarters!
Time to cook
this thief's goose!
- Ooh, nice
restaurant-themed pun!
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[grunting]
- Greetings, citizen.
My partner and I
are conducting an investigation
into frozen food fraud.
- We're going to need
a conference room
to interrogate
all your employees,
and a bright light to
shine in their faces.
[both yelling]
- Good morning!
We're plumbers,
here to unclog your pipes.
- Because as we said,
we're plumbers.
[both yell]
[grunting]
[imitating sirens]
- Excuse me, sir.
We got a call about--
why am I blanking?
Uh, smoke and flames and stuff
on the fifth floor.
- We need to get up there
immediately to put it out.
[water rumbles]
[both yell]
- That one's on us.
- Now what, Ace?
We've played
all our best cards!
[horn honks]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Looks like we've
been dealt a new hand!
- [inhales]
We might have overdone it
with packing peanuts.
- [retches]
Now, to look for clues!
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
- [sniffs]
Smell that, Ace?
- Sautéed onions, breadcrumbs,
a touch of sage.
My dad's meatloaf!
- Follow that warm
and comforting scent!
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- My dad's book!
I think we found our thief.
- Time to turn up
the heat in this kitchen!
- Freeze, recipe thief!
- Ah, heavens to Baked Alaska!
You boys gave me
quite the start.
- Drop the spatula, lady!
You're busted!
- We know you stole
that recipe book!
- What?
That's as crazy as two boys
wearing pajamas
in the middle of the day!
I've had this cookbook
for decades!
- Oh, really?
Then how come the name
on the inside cover is
Mildred Scalise?
Wait, who's that?
- That's me.
I told you
that recipe book is mine.
I used it to create
this company.
- But these recipes
are the same as my dad's.
He used them to create
his restaurant.
- Well, it sounds like your dad
stole the recipes from me.
You'd better take me
to meet him.
[both gulp]
- ♪ In the kitchen
with so much to cook ♪
♪ But I feel lost
without my book ♪
- Dad!
- Oh, Ace, Jack!
Is this the thief
who stole my recipe book?
- Who are you
calling thief, thief?
- I should call the FBI!
- Go ahead!
You're the one
who's going to the clink!
Wait, is that you?
Lynn Loud?
- [gasps]
Miss Scalise?
- Wait, you two
know each other?
- Yes, Miss Scalise is my old
middle school Home Ec teacher.
She taught me everything
I know about cooking!
- Oh, now Lynn, there's a lot
we learned from each other!
- We would experiment
on recipes,
creating new twists on
all sorts of old favorites.
Oh, no, I knocked caramel sauce
into the mac and cheese!
It's ruined!
- No, wait a second, Lynn.
Mm, oh, it's delicious!
The sweet brings out the salty.
- Will Flip please report to
the principal's office again?
- Mind if I
lay low here a while?
- Get back here, Flip!
- Whew.
Thanks, Miss S.
- After every new dish
we created,
I would write the recipe down
in a black notebook
so I wouldn't forget it.
- [gasps]
I did the same thing.
- So there was no
recipe theft after all.
- We created them together!
And I say we continue
to share them.
Well, I think Lynn's Table and
Frosty Farms Frozen Feasts
can co-exist.
- Oh, I'd like that, too.
In fact,
since you lost your book,
you're welcome
to borrow mine anytime.
- Aww, thanks, Miss S.
Now, what do you say
we celebrate
by creating
something new together?
- Oh, just point me to
the caramel sauce!
- Well, Ace, looks like we've
solved another tricky case.
- Yeah, but there's still
one mystery.
What happened to
my Dad's recipe book?
- I'd like to
return these, please.
- Leni, stop!
Those aren't library books!
They're Dad's cookbook,
Lucy's poetry book,
and my diary!
Didn't you see
the glitter trail?
- Oh, whoops.
I was just trying
to be helpful.
- Grab the books and hop in.
First stop: Dad's restaurant,
to give him back his book!
- You're being totes dramatic!
I'm sure he hasn't even
noticed it was missing.
- ♪ 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 ♪
04x10 & 04x11 - Washed Up/Recipe for Disaster
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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.