- ♪ 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.
[rock music]
♪
- Now don't forget, class,
parent-teacher conferences
are tonight from : to : .
Oh, Lincoln, I'm looking
forward to seeing your parents.
It's very important
that I speak with them.
- [gulp]
Uh, but, I--
- Gotta run.
I'm meeting my mother
for vinyasa yoga.
[sighs] She's going to know
I haven't been practicing.
Woman can bend like a pretzel.
- Clyde, what could that mean?
- I think vinyasa's the kind
of yoga that focuses on flow.
- No, what awful thing is
Mrs. J gonna tell my parents?
[gasps] It's probably about
the time I called her Mom
instead of Mrs. J.
[gasps]
Or the time I fell asleep
during the video about string.
[gasps]
Or maybe it's something so bad
I blocked it from my memory.
[gasps]
- Here, breathe, buddy.Breathe!
- I dunno why
you're freaking out.
We've all called
Mrs. Johnson "mom" before.
- [groans]
Sometime between
: and : tonight,
my life will be over.
- Hi, y'all.
Okay, here's the signup sheet
for tonight's conferences.
Tell your parents
to get here early
'cause it's first come,
first served.
- First come, first served?
Maybe there's a way my parents
won't have to meet Mrs. J,
but I'm going
to need your help.
- You got it, buddy.
- No problem.
- You got it, man.
- I'm in.
- Lincoln, it's almost : .
It's time to go.
- Great, I'm all set.
- Pants?
- What?
[groans]
Totally forgot 'em.
One sec.
- Hurry, son.
We don't want to be the last
ones on the signup sheet.
- Uh, Lincoln?
- Dang it.
Almost had it.
[groans]
Huh?
[both groan]
[crowd clamoring]
- Aww, we got
the last ding-dang slot.
- Welcome, y'all.
Now parents,
you stay here and mingle
while you wait to meet
with Mrs. Johnson.
And kids...
[whistles]
Follow this party train
to the cafeteria.
Chugga-chugga-chugga-chug!
Chew with your mouth closed.
Chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga!
- Hey,
you must be Zach's folks.
What a fun use of tinfoil.
- It's to pick up
alien signals.
- Okay,
phase one was a success.
My parents
are the last on the list.
You guys ready for phase two?
- Oh, heck yes.
I love that game.
- No, no, no, phase two
of the plan.
Getting our parents
to stall Mrs. J,
so there won't be any time left
for Lincoln's parents.
- Okay, Rusty,
your dad is up first.
- Watch and learn, guys.
- Mr. Spokes, you're up, hon.
- Dad, got a hot tip.
Mrs. J's been looking
to upgrade her wardrobe.
- Ha-cha!
This is why a good salesman
always carries samples
in the car.
- Spokes, you're a genius.
[squeaking]
Huh?
- She hates polyester,Rust.
- Why would she not want
a timeless material
that never shrinks
or wrinkles?
Sorry, Linc, I tried.
- Step aside, Rust.
Leave it to the pros.
- Mr. and Mrs. Gurdle,
you're up.
Ooh, I love those hats.
It's like walking around
with a couple baked taters.
- Mom, Dad,
just wanted to warn you.
Mrs. J has been
acting strange lately,
even...alien-like.
Well, have fun.
- Mr. and Mrs. Gurdle.
Have a seat.
both: We prefer to stand.
- Uh, oh, okay.
Well, Zach's a great student.
Uh, and he has
a very active imagination.
Last week he made up
a cute story
about the Abominable Snowman
working as a hot dog vendor
in Kentucky.
- That's not a story.
We're planning a family trip
to see him next summer.
- Oh, well, I--
Uh, is that my coffee mug?
-Just grabbing
a quick DNA sample.
Now, may I see your hands
for a moment?
I'd like to harvest
a few of your fingernails
for closer inspection.
- [chuckles]
- Sweet!
- Awesome.
- Way to go.
- Nice job.
- Wow, Zach.
Your parents took up
minutes.
Clyde, you're next.
What's your plan?
- Oh, don't worry, Lincoln.
With my dads, I don't need one.
- Welcome, McBrides.
Well, I'll keep it brief.
Clyde is an excellent student
and a delight in class.
Thank you for coming.
- Actually,
we have a few questions
about classroom safety.
Life jackets under the desks,
you have them, yes?
- Well, actually--
- What's the UV rating
on these windows?
We assume you provide
the students with sunblock.
- Well, Mr. McBride, we--
- And what about
chalk dust levels?
- Nice one, Clyde.
Another minutes down.
Liam, ready for your turn?
- Yup, I asked my Mee-Maw
to bring Carol Anne,
so we'll be as golden as
a fresh batch of biscuits.
Especially if Carol Anne finds
the present I left in my desk.
- You must be Liam's Mee-Maw.
I've heard so much about you.
- Oh, likewise, Mrs. Johnson.
[goat bleats]
- Uh, and this is...
- Oh. Carol Anne.
She's due any day now.
Oh, she'll be fine.
As long as she doesn't eat
anything spicy.
[alarm blares]
[goat bleats, yells]
Whoo-whee, we're about
to have us some goat babies.
Clear your desk, Mrs. Johnson.
We need a birthing bed.
[popping, goats bleat]
- Aw, they're so cute.
- Congrats, Liam.
- This is great.
Only minutes left
until the conferences are over.
- Don't worry,
my parents will take
at least that long.
- Stella?
- Mom, what are you doing here?
- Your dad just got kicked
by an angry mama goat.
- Oh, my gosh.
- We have to take him
to urgent care.
- Sorry about your dad,
Stella.
Okay, not gonna panic.
I can still find
a way out of this.
- Louds, you're next.
- [gasps] Oh, no.
This is it.
- Oh, be right back,
Mr. and Mrs. Loud.
Just going to run
to the restroom.
- If only we could keep
her from coming back.
- I could make up a diversion.
- Are you sure?
I thought deception
makes your stomach hurt.
- It's worth a pot
of chamomile tea
to keep my bestie
out of trouble.
- I'll help.
I just like making stuff up.
- Uh, still one problem.
Your parents.
They're not going to leave
without seeing Mrs. J.
- Hmm!
And that's who
they're gonna get.
- What if I say
the wrong thing
and your parents
catch on to me?
- Don't worry.
I'll be under the desk
in case of an emergency.
- Oh, good.
Don't tell my dad,
but I see why Mrs. J
digs these natural fibers.
So breathable.
- Mrs. Johnson!
Quick,
there's a grammar emergency
that needs immediate attention.
[stomach growls, groans]
- Clyde, it looks like
this question
is eating away at you.
I'll help,
but only for a second.
I need to finish
my last conference.
- Oh, Mrs. Johnson,
you're back.
Must've scurried
in here quieter
than a fox in a henhouse.
Is that new lipstick?
Ooh, I love a bold red.
- [chuckles]
Um, hello.
Have a seat.
- So, how's our Lincoln doing?
- Well, uh, he's a good student
and that's about it.
Thanks for coming.
- Uh, wow.
This is the fastest
parent-teacher conference
we've ever been to,
and we've been to a few.
- Well, it's nice to hear
that Lincoln's doing well.
Have a good night.
You're reading
"A Horse Named Javier"?
My book club can't put it down.
What's your favorite part?
- Oh, uh, I liked
the part where he was, uh...
[horse neighs]
Galloping, but then he...
grew wings and started to fly.
But he said, "No, Javier.
Go back to being
a horse again?"
- Hmm.
Interesting interpretation.
- Anyway, thanks for coming in.
Drive safe.
- Oh, namaste.
I didn't know you were
a fellow yogi.
- Huh?
- Do you mind taking a look
at my grasshopper pose?
I'm not sure I've quite got it.
Might help to see
how you do it.
- Thanks for explaining
the difference
between further and farther.
I'd love to discuss
it further.
- You're welcome, Clyde,
but we should also discuss
what constitutes
a grammar emergency.
Now I really have
to get back to my conferences.
- Wait, what about
who and whom?
Lincoln, we've got a problem.
Mrs. J's heading back
to her classroom.
- [groans]
Am I doing the legs right?
- Uh, uh...
- Rusty's stuck here.
We're sunk.
- Don't worry, guys.
I got this.
Will the owner
of a white sedan
please report
to the parking lot?
Your car is being towed.
- [gasps] My car!
[car remote clicks]
Oh, Daisy, you're okay.
I guess it
was someone else's car.
Dang it.
- Thanks for the assist,
Mrs. Johnson.
You are quite the yogi.
- And you should come to
my book club.
We could use
a fresh perspective.
- Oh, uh, I--
- Ah!
Mrs. J!
both: Rusty?
- What is going on, Mr. Spokes?
- Wait.
Ow!
This isn't his fault.
It's mine.
both: Lincoln?
- I've been stalling
the conferences all night
because I was afraid
of what Mrs. Johnson
was going to tell you about me.
I'm so sorry, Mrs. J,
and I accept whatever
punishment you think I deserve.
- I think a week's detention
should do the trick.
- Followed by a week
of being grounded at home.
- [sighs]
- So, Mrs. Johnson,
what were you going
to tell us about Lincoln?
- Oh, only that
he's a very resourceful
and creative student.
And tonight,
in a weird way, proves that.
- I'll take it.
- Well, you all have
a good evening.
- Now hang on, Mr. Spokes.
I'm afraid you've earned
a little punishment yourself.
- [gulps]
- Wow, Agnes, you really
have been practicing,
and I love that new lip color.
- Well, thank you, Mother.
[strains]
[upbeat music]
♪
[rooster crows]
- Good morning, Mr. Coconuts.
- Wow, you're extra chipper
today.
What's the occasion, doll?
- Today is my first official
date with Benny, remember?
- Oh right,
how could I forget?
- What should I wear?
Maybe these gag glasses?
Always a classic.
Or what about
this mini top hat?
[gasps, yells]
- Geez, the hat
doesn't look that bad.
- No, look,
I have a huge pimple.
I can't let Benny
see me like this.
Oh, why didn't you
say anything?
- I didn't notice, but I can
certainly see it now.
Yowzers!
Hello, operator?
Get me NASA.
I just discovered a new planet.
- Not helping, Mr. C.
- Okay, take a deep breath.
Pimples are literally
no big deal,
and plus, Benny should
like you for who you are,
not what you look like.
- Maybe you're right.
- Good golly, Miss Molly.
That thing's a monster.
- It is?
- Monster, where?
Aw, it's just a zit,
but man, is it huge.
Can I pop it?
Can I pop it please?
- Uh, popping that beast
will spread the bacteria.
- Wait, isn't your date
with Benny today?
- Yes, so I've got
to get rid of this.
Can you guys help me?
Please?
- I still don't think you
should worry about it,
but if it's literally that
important to you, I'll help.
According to
" / Magazine,"
this pimple patch
should vanish your zit
in five seconds or less.
- Hit me.
- Three, two, one.
Rip it.
- Did it work?
- Of course it didn't work.
We in the scientific community
refer to these ludicrous
claims as malarkey.
- [groans]
- But don't fret.
I've got your back.
[beep, machine whirrs]
- Ah!
- [gasps]
Is this safe?
- In the hands of a skilled
professional like me,
you have nothing
to worry about.
- [yelling]
- Dang it.
- Oopsie daisy.
This skilled professional
owes you a scrunchy.
- And some lumber
for a new mug!
- [panting]
[whistle blows]
- Faster!
Do you wanna sweat
that nasty pimple out or what?
- Are you sure
this is gonna work?
- Margo's older cousin said
it does, so it has to be true.
- [yells]
- Wait, Margo's cousin
also said the Jaguars
were gonna win the title this
year and they beefed it again.
Yeah, sorry.
- [groans]
- Spirits of skincare,
take this cookie.
I mean, human heart
in exchange for the removal
of Luan's pimple.
- Oh.
- Sorry, Luan,
the spirits seem to be busy.
- Yeah, it must be zit season.
- Rip Hardcore
says that frozen meat
reduces swelling
for bug bites,
so maybe it works
for pimples too.
[dog barks]
- No, Charles.
That's not for you.
- [yelling]
- Yowzers!
That thing's takin' up so much
real estate on your face,
you might wanna think
about charging it rent.
- Oh, what am I going to do?
My date's in a half an hour
and I'm no closer
to getting rid of this thing.
- Guess you'll just have
to trust he likes you,
zits or not.
- Wait,
if we can't get rid of it,
maybe we can cover it up.
- Hmm, I'm gonna need you
to back up, sweetie.
- Miguel is the makeup master.
You should've seen how
he transformed Scoots
for the Sunset Canyon Formal.
- A little finishing spray
and voila.
Dazzling and date-ready.
How much do you love it?
- I can't even see the zit.
- Spectacular.
- Thanks Miguel.
You really are the master.
- Oh, thank you
for providing the canvas.
Here are some samples
in case you need a touch up
during your date.
- Hey, ya can do something
about this burn?
Her sweetheart might be
bringing my sweetheart
along for the date.
- Love a girl
who can rock a petticoat.
I think we can fix up
your noggin.
- [groans]
- [coughs]
Lola, how many perfume samples
did you take?
- What?
The sign said help yourself.
- [gasps]
We're here.
You guys are the best.
Thanks again for your help.
- Have a great date.
- You got this.
- Benny's a lucky dude.
- Wait!
Anyone got a breath mint?
[all coughing]
- So what's on the agenda?
I saw a photo booth back there.
We should jump in
and give it a go.
- And memorialize
this gross thing forever?
I don't think so.
[gasps]
There he is.
[romantic music]
♪
- Hey, Benny.
- Hi, Luan.
These are for you.
They're from our garden.
- Wow, daisies.
[sniffs]
Ah, they smell so fresh.
- And this is for you,
my lady.
- [gasps]
Oh, wow, wood polish.
Mmm, smells so musty.
- So, Luan,
you ready for a fun day?
- Are you kidding me?
She's been counting down
the seconds.
- [chuckles]
- Hoo, oh, paddle boats are
way harder than I thought.
I'm getting
a little sweaty here.
- Oh, no.
Am I sweating, too?
[gasps]
Oh, uh, don't go anywhere.
I'll be back in a splash.
[chuckles]
- Luan's hilarious.
You just never know
what she's going to do next.
- Indeed, Benjamin.
She's a keeper.
- Oh, pick up, pick up,
pick up, pick up.
- Hey, Luan.
Are you having
the best time ever?
- No, the worst.
I sweated all my makeup off.
Can you bring me those makeup
samples from Miguel
and meet me
in the park bathroom?
[all gasp]
- Lola used up all the makeup!
- What?
Mr. Sprinkles wanted to see
what he'd look like
as a princess.
Dashing, I might add.
- [sighs]
Just grab
my emergency clown bag
in the trunk and hurry.
- Look,
the photo booth is open.
We could snap a few.
- [groans]
Not now, Mr. C.
- Hey Luan,
is this the right bag?
Yup.
- Sorry, Lincoln.
Now where's my face paint?
[upbeat music]
[horn honks]
- [chuckles]
Love the new look.
- Oh, you know me.
Always clowning around.
- Wow, Benny,
this picnic is so nice.
- Care for a macaron?
My mom and I made them
last night.
- Yes, please.
- And he bakes?
Hang on to this one.
- Hey, look, a clown.
- I'm gonna get you.
- Um, I'll be right back.
[children cheering, laughing]
- Turns out it wasn't a great
idea to dress like a clown
in a park full
of small children.
I need a new cover for my zit.
- Copy that.
Cover, cover, cover.
- Get your Flippees here.
Now also serving hot dogs.
And for a limited time,
cotton candy.
- [snap]
- Ho, ho, ho.
Got any more of those cookies
for Santa?
- Wow, all the way
from the North Pole.
Wanna play some chess?
Hmm.
[fly buzzes]
- [groaning]
[gasps]
[chuckles]
Hmm, if I move
my bishop here...
And just leave your rook
flapping in the breeze?
But then Luan will probably
move her queen there.
- Hey, scram, would ya?
This is my turf.
- Sorry.
Gotta pee real quick.
- Oh, oh, okay.
We'll be here.
- What do you think
of my new look?
Too corny?
- No, I love it.
Okay, I finally made my move.
It's your turn.
- Hmm.
[horse whinnies]
Huh?
- Looks like somebody's
got a crush.
- Uh oh.
Sorry, I, uh, gotta go,
uh, charge my phone.
- But you just got back,
and we don't have
that much time left.
- Won't be long.
[yelling]
[grunts, horse whinnies]
Oh, no.
[grunts]
Mayday.
I need your help.
- Okay, everybody.
On the count of three.
One, two, three.
- Whoa!
- Are you okay?
- I've been better.
- Luan?
- Benny at : !
[grunts]
- Everybody, form a wall.
- Uh, hey, Luan,
and all of Luan's siblings,
is everything okay?
I'm really sorry, but my mom
is on her way to pick me up.
- No, I'm sorry.
Today was supposed to be
about spending time together,
but now our date
is almost over,
and I've spent the whole time
hiding from you.
- Why have you been hiding?
- Oh, I'll show you.
- What?
- No!
- Guys, it's okay.
I've been hiding this.
- [yells]
- I understand
if you don't want
to hang out with me anymore.
I mean,
who wants to date a girl
with a gross pimple
on her cheek, right?
- Um, I do.
I don't care
if you have a pimple.
You're still you.
You're sweet,
you cr*ck me up,
and you're so much fun
to hang out with.
- Oh.
[chuckles]
- So romantic.
You wouldn't happen to have
a little brother, would you?
- All right, let's go.
- Pimples are no big deal.
They're just a part of life.
- You're right.
Thanks for making me
feel better.
I'm sorry I wasted our whole
date obsessing about this.
- Well, we still have
five minutes
before my mom gets here.
- Ooh.
I know what we should do.
[camera shutter clicks]
[both laugh]
- Wow, these turned out great.
I'm gonna hang a copy
in my locker.
- I was thinking
the same thing.
- I had a really nice time
with you today.
- Me too.
[machine beeps]
both: What the...
[ominous music]
- ♪ 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
04x19 - Stall Monitor/A Pimple Plan
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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.