- ♪ 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.
♪
- Okay, you answered "A"
for nine questions,
which means the color
of your aura is teal!
- Oh, it so is!
Look at my dress.
- Heyo!
Mail call, people.
Lana, mud of the month club.
Nice grab.
Charles,
bone of the month club.
Lisa, bacteria
of the month club.
- [grunts]
- Ooh, Lori.
Something from
Fairway University.
- Oh!
This says the deadline
to officially enroll
for fall semester
is next week.
- Why the bummed look, dude?
Thought you were psyched
to go to Fairway.
- I am![laughs]
I think.
It's just--it's such
a big decision
and I'm not totally sure
it's the right school for me.
- I know what might
help you decide.
Why don't we visit the campus?
- Great idea, hon.
We could make a day of it.
- Yeah, let's do it!
- Why not?
- Ooh.
Ronnie Anne said her Tio Carlos
has been guest lecturing there.
Maybe she can
meet up with us.
- I'm sure you'll decide
to go to Fairway, Lori.
Moving away from
this podunk town is my dream.
[overlapping chatter]
- Follow your heart.
- I can't wait till I get
to go to college, dude.
- Aw.
Hey, do you have a sec?
I usually go
to Lori for advice,
but this is about her, so...
[sighs]
I'm really worried
about Lori going to Fairway.
How am I supposed to survive
without her?
Ugh, you're such
a chatterbox with Luan,
but the one time I need you,
you're silent?
Fine!
I'll talk to someone else.
[door slams shut]
I mean, Lori and I do, like,
everything together.
We've been BFFs since
before I was even born.
[sighs]
If there's no Lori,
who am I going to take
magazine quizzes with?
Or gossip with?
What should I do?
- [grunting]
- You think I
should fight Lori?
- Uh-uh.Uh-uh.
[speaking gibberish]
- Ew!
Gross.
[gasps]
Oh, I get it.
I just need to show Lori that
Fairway is actually terrible.
And this campus tour is
the perfect chance to do it.
Lily, you're a genius.
- [chuckles]
[overlapping chatter]
[all gasp]
- [squawks]
Reunited and it feels so good.
- Hey, guys.
I didn't know
Sergio was coming.
- Neither did we.
- I'm a stowaway.
- Bobby's sorry
he couldn't make it.
He's kind of stuck
at the mercado.
- Aww, Boo-Boo Bear.
- Oh, great seeing you, Louds.
I have to get to
my guest lecture
on the maturation
of Bermuda grass
and its utility in creating
an eco-friendly golf course.
I'm in Hall B
if anyone wants to see it.
[overlapping chatter]
- Oh, oh!
Who wants to check out
the campus store?
[affirmative chatter]
- Have fun!
Ronnie Anne and I are gonna go
make skate videos.
- Hi.
Welcome to Fairway University.
I'm your tour guide, Raj.
We'll be puttering
around the campus together.
[both chuckle]
Now, which one of you
is the famous Lori Loud?
I heard a lot about you.
Coach Niblick said you're
the most promising golfer
he's seen in a long time.
- [giggles]
- Now, are you ready
for the tour?
- Okay.
- Let's check it out.
- And this to our left
is Wedge Hall.
- [gasps]
O-M-gosh, Lori.
They make you wear
a uniform here,
and it's so ugly.
- Um, Leni,
I'm literally wearing
the exact same outfit.
- [speaking indistinctly]
- [laughs nervously]
Yeah.
- Oh, that's not a uniform.
It's just what the students
like to wear.
- Wow.
I already fit in so well.
- [sighs]
- Fairway is a golfer's dream.
We've got an -hole course,
par ,
and three putting greens.
- Ew, Lori!
The swimming pool here
is so gross.
- Oh, Leni.
That's not a pool.
That's a water hazard.
- [squawks]
- Huh?
- Brought the party!
- We do have a bird problem.
But we like to think
they help us
get birdies on the holes.
- [snorts laughing]
That is literally
the funniest thing
I've ever heard.
- [breathing heavily]
both: Whoa!
- Perfect.
Start filming.
[grunts]
[birds squawking]
[grunts]
Whoo-hoo!
Did you get it?
- Got it!
[frog ribbets]
- This is our freshmen hall.
You'll share this bathroom
with nine other women
on the floor.
- [gasps
Lori.
That would be so hard.
Sharing one bathroom
with nine other people!
Who could even?
- Um, Leni, you do realize
our family of
shares one bathroom, right?
[gasps]
Three sinks?
Wow.
This bathroom is
a serious upgrade for me.
- [groans]
- [gasps]
[grunting]
Whoo!
- Got it.
- Eh?
Aw, come on, Lola.
You can't hate all of these.
- Maybe your head just isn't
the right shape for hats,
how about a Fairway pencil?
- Eh?
- Fine.
- Yes!
- And here we've got
a great selection
of T's, tees, and teas.
[both giggle]
- [scoffs]
- So funny.
- This day hasn't gone at all
like I thought it would.
Lori wants to go
to Fairway more than ever.
[sniffles]
Aw.
[gasps]
But what if Fairway
didn't want Lori
to go to it?
[upbeat music]
♪
- Hi!
Can I, Lori Loud,
have a glass
for a free cup of water?
- Sure!
- Look at me.
Stealing lemonade.
Lori Loud is such
a rule-breaker.
- Oh, actually,
all the fountain drinks
in the cafeteria are free.
- [gulping]
Whoo-whoo!
- [sighs]
- Whoa.
Looks like Lori Loud
is stealing
these banana nut muffins.
- Hey!
- Oh, no.
Am I in trouble?
You should probably
call the campus police.
- [giggles]
No.
I just wanted to tell you
that it's
Pastry Palooza Week.
The muffins are free.
Do you want a to-go box?
- Forget it.
I lost my appetite.
What do I have to do
to mess up Lori's reputation?
- [chewing noisily]
- Coach Nibbles.
The guy who gave Lori
her scholarship.
He could keep Lori
from coming here next year.
- [grunting]
- Whoa!
- Is that Lori Loud?
- Why, yes!
It is her.
I mean she.
I mean, I'm Lori Loud.
- Why don't you
take the first swing?
- With pleasure.
Whoo!
Oh, oh, I mean,
oh, no.
[frog ribbets]
- [gasps]
You just got
a hole-in-one, Lori.
- [laughs nervously]
[groans]
[grunts]
[alarm blares]
- [gasps, grunts]
- [grunts]
- [gasps]
That is the most incredible
hole-in-one I've ever seen.
You will be a credit
to our fine institution.
- [laughs nervously,groans]
Okay.
I can't risk getting
another hole-in-one.
[yells, groans]
- Keep your eye on the ball.
- [grunts]
Whoops!
- Now, your hands
must be sweaty
from the excitement
of those hole-in-ones.
[crashes]
[person yells]
- Eh, Lori?
Are you feeling well?
- I think I suddenly have
amnesia!
I don't remember how to golf.
- Are--are you sure?
Here.
Take this.
Perhaps it'll jog your memory.
- [eating noisily]
- No, no!
That's not food!
- Actually, I don't recognize
any of this stuff.
Wow.
If I can't do golf,
maybe I shouldn't
come to golf school.
- Are you certain?
Well then, I'll have
to make the call
to offer your scholarship
to another student.
Oh, I was really
rooting for you, Lori.
- [squeals]
- Wow, Lincoln.
This footage is amazing.
Sorry if you got
a little banged up.
- It was worth it.
- Oh, Leni.
Look what I found
in the book store.
I was thinking we could set up
a time to chat
on the phone every night.
So we can still do
our magazine quizzes together.
- Won't you be
too busy for that?
- [laughs]
No, of course not.
And I talked Mom
into getting us
an unlimited texting plan,
so we can still have
non-stop gossip sessions.
- Oh.
Cool.
- Leni, is everything okay?
- [sighs]
I messed up!
I pretended to be you,
and I lost
your golf scholarship.
- What?
[screams]
- [squawks]
Drama!
- Why would you do that?
You know how important
that scholarship is to me.
- I do,
but I was worried
that if you went to Fairway,
we wouldn't be BFFs anymore.
- Leni, I need you
just as much as you need me.
We'll always be close.
I promise.
- Ugh.
I totally blew it.
Fairway is
the perfect place for you.
Don't worry.
I'm getting
your scholarship back.
Dad, I need to run
back to campus.
- Oh, ho, no can do,
kiddo.
We're supposed to be
on the road ten minutes ago.
- But I--I need to, uh--
- Go buy you
a "Fairway U Dad" hat.
I totally forgot
to get you one.
- Oh, goody.
Hurry.
Just don't tell Lola.
- Do you know
where Coach Nibbles is?
- Uh, Niblick?
He just went to his office
to make a phone call.
He said it was urgent.
[both gasp]
- We have to stop him.
- Don't worry.
I got this.
- [yells]
Wrong way!
[screaming]
[dialing phone]
[ringing]
- Wait!
[ringing]
[phone disconnects]
- What is the meaning of this?
- Coach Nibbles, I have
something to confess.
The person you saw playing
golf earlier wasn't Lori.
- What?
- It was me, her sister Leni.
I was worried about
Lori going away next year.
So I dressed up like her
and pretended to be awful
so Fairway wouldn't want her.
But now I know that
just because
we'll be far apart in distance,
doesn't mean we won't be close.
I'm sorry for what I did.
Can my sister
still have her scholarship?
- So, Lori,
do you still know
how to use this?
- "Fore" sure.
- Well done!
- Go, Lori!
- We'll see you
next fall, Loud.
Now, young lady,
I don't blame you.
When my sister was off
to university,
I popped the tires on her car
in the hopes it might
stop her from leaving.
But those years apart
only made us closer.
Hm, I should give her a call.
- Uh, let me just...
- [squawks] Party bus!
[both laugh nervously]
[upbeat music]
♪
[bell rings]
- Hey, buddy.
Do you wanna try
my latest baking creation?
- Do I?
I mean, yes.
I definitely do.
These are amazing, Clyde!
- Thanks.
You gave me the idea, actually.
Oatmeal and butterscotch,
together at last.
[sliding on floor]
- Whoa!
Who's been dirtying
my freshly-waxed hallways?
And on the day
of the school board meeting!
[sniffing]
Do I smell butterscotch?
- Yes!
Would you like a cookie?
- Ah.
These are quite exquisite.
Look, I know it's
rather short notice,
but could you make
a few dozen of these cookies
for the school board
meeting tonight?
Superintendent Chen
has quite the sweet tooth.
- Eh, I don't know.
We were going to get started
on our history project tonight.
- Please!
I beg you.
Superintendent Chen
can always tell
when baked goods are
store-bought!
I'll pay--handsomely.
[cash register dings]
- We'll totally help.
- Excellent.
Thank you, boys.
[humming tune]
both: Aw, yeah!
[mixer whirring]
[timer clicking, chirping]
- [sniffs]
- We have a lot to discuss,
Principal Huggins.
Whoa!
Like all the money you've
been spending on floor wax.
- Well, I uh...
Oh, good.
The refreshments are here.
- Ouch.
- Care for a cookie?
- Oh, these are delicious.
[chewing noisily]
Mmm.
And definitely
not store-bought.
Now, what was I saying?
- Oh, who can recall?
Have another.
- [chewing noisily]
- You two just saved the day.
Here's your payment.
Plus, a little extra.
- Mm.
Oh.
These are so good.
Oh, do you boys
have a business?
Mmm.
I'd love to place an order.
both: [giggle]
Oh, we don't have a--
[gasp]
We should totally start
a cookie business!
We'd be the cookie kings
of Royal Woods.
[camera shutter clicks]
[crowd cheering]
both: Cookies!
Cookies for everyone!
- Mr. McBride, Mr. Loud.
You're needed
in the tasting room.
- [grunts]
both: Whoa! Whoa!
[both grunt]
- Ooh!
Which of these new flavors
should we release?
Caramel Crunch?
Mocha Fudge?
Marshmallow Swirl?
- All of them!
- [breathing heavily]
I'm so sorry,
Mr. McBride and Mr. Loud,
but we've run out of room
for all the money
you're making.
[rumbling]
- It'll be perfect.
We've got everything we need.
You're a baking genius.
- And you're great
at getting people to buy stuff!
Like this shirt.
I never thought
I could do stripes.
- Now let's get out there
and start taking orders.
- Yeah!
Oh, but shouldn't we get
that history project
out of the way first?
- Homework can wait.
When we're the cookie kings
of Royal Woods,
will anyone care how we did
on some history project?
- [chuckles]
What history project?
Let's do this!
[both grunt]
- Hm, should I get her roses?
Oh ho, those are played out.
[yells]
- This anniversary, why not
give her what she really wants?
- Cookies!
- [screams]
- Here.
Try a sample.
- Hm.
[chewing noisily]
These rule!
Oh, I'll take two dozen.
- Great!
We'll just get your info and--
- Hey!
Quit stealing my customers.
[both yell]
- [grunting]
Hey, guys.
Whatcha doing
at my soccer practice?
[grunts]
Need me to open a jar
or something?
- Actually, we thought
your team
might like to order
some cookies.
- [imitates sport buzzer]
Come on, Stinkin'.
Athletes can't be
slamming sugar.
- Actually, these are made
with unsweetened applesauce,
whole grains, and
protein-packed peanut powder.
- Wow, wow!
We'll take six dozen
for our next match
against Fern Valley.
- Looks like you've got a lot
on your plate there, Mr. Loud.
Why not let us
handle the dessert menu?
- Hmm.
Mmm!
Dang exhaust fan.
Anyway, these cookies
are out of this world.
You've got yourselves a deal.
You know, running a business
is a big responsibility.
You boys want some pointers?
It's not all a piece of...cake.
- Thanks, Dad,
but we're all set.
- Plus we've got a hot lead
on another potential sale.
- [chuckles]
Have fun, boys.
Aw!
Ding dang it.
[overlapping chatter]
- Katherine Mulligan,
reporting to you live
from Sunset Canyon,
where a riot has broken out.
The cause?
A clogged pudding dispenser.
[overlapping angry chatter]
- Fear not, senior citizens.
- We have the solution
to your pudding problem.
both: Cookies!
[all chewing noisily]
[overlapping pleased chatter]
- These are fantastic.
Looks like
we've got a new story.
These delicious cookies.
- That's right, Katherine.
We are Clincoln McCloud
Cookie Company.
- And we're open for business!
- All right,
time to start cooking.
First up, your Nana Gayle
ordered a dozen
for her skydiving club.
- Let's do this.
[upbeat music]
♪
Ooh, nice label.
- Thanks.
I'm drawing
a mini-comic on each one.
Keeping it fun, you know.
both: Ooh!
Nice, our first dozen down.
And it only took us...
[watch clicking]
both: Four hours?
- How many more orders do we
have to make for tomorrow?
- Ten orders for a total
of dozen cookies,
which will take, um...
[phone ringing]
Lisa?
- hours or . days.
And that's
with no potty breaks.
- You were listening?
How?
I'm at Clyde's house.
Your surveillance measures
have gone too far.
- I heard it through
your walkie talkie, you boob.
- Huh?
Oh.
Well, thank you.
- You're welcome.
Here's another tip.
Hire employees.
If two nincompoops can make
a dozen cookies in four hours,
think how many cookies
six or seven nincompoops
could make in that time.
- Hey.
- One last tip.
Maybe look for
a bigger work space.
- How do you know
the layout of my kitchen?
- [gasps]
Gotta go.
- So do we know anyone with
professional baking experience?
- No.
But I can think
of some other people
who might be available.
Thanks for coming.
My sisters were
too busy to help,
but you guys will get
to share in the profits.
- Plus, you get all the
leftover cookies you can eat.
- Sounds great.
- Hot dog.
- I don't know, man.
A hair net?
These locks can't be tamed.
[all grunt]
- Just put it on, Rust.
- [grunting]
- Whoa.
Easy, tiger.
[laughs nervously]
That rolling pin is vintage.
- Oh, sorry.
I'll be more gentle.
- Still a little rough there.
- I'm barely pressing it.
- Here.
Why don't I just do it?
- [groans]
- Well, the label looks great,
but are these bite marks?
Wait.
All the cookies have them.
Zach, what the heck?
- [gulping]What?
I'm doing quality control.
- Bad news, bud.
We're out of butter.
- Dang it.
I already used up my allowance
on the first round
of ingredients.
- And I used up mine
on that vintage rolling pin.
- Oh, don't worry, fellers.
I'm on it.
Now, which one of you's
got a gentle touch?
- [moos]
- Hey, guys.
Come look at the conveyor belt
I rigged up.
I think it'll make things
go a lot faster.
I made it out of a treadmill
your parents
were getting rid of.
See, we can do
an assembly line, and--
[alarm rings]
- [roars]
- Annabell, no!
- Turn it off.
- Watch the hair, man.
- Save the cookies.
[machine activates]
- Whoa, hey!
Oh!
[all yell]
- [sniffs, moos]
[chewing noisily]
- Sorry, but no amount
of free cookies
is worth this hassle.
- Uh, I'm with Rusty.
- Same.
- Likewise.
- Come on.
We should probably go finish
our history projects, anyway.
[both groan]
- [gasps]
both: Our history project!
- We haven't even started.
- But we promised cookies
to all those people.
- Well, I guess we just have
to buckle down and get baking.
- Baking powder,
cinnamon, oats!
Hurry!
[mixer whirring]
- [grunting]
Gah, hand cramp!
Ah!
- [panicked breathing]
[alarm ticking, failing]
[both sigh]
- There.
Last one.
We did it.
[both sigh]
- Here are the cookies
for your anniversary, sir.
Sorry they're so awful-looking.
- We got you these
as backup, too.
- Oh!
Well, thanks.
[overlapping excited chatter]
- Also, we fixed
the pudding machine.
These were clogging it.
- [gasps]
Those are Scoot's chompers.
- [laughs]
You can't prove it.
- Ah, I get it, boys.
Bit off a little more
than you could chew.
Eh?
Eh?
- [laughs awkwardly]
- Yeah, we definitely did.
We thought we'd be the
cookies kings of Royal Woods,
but there's so much more
to running business
than we realized.
- Managing employees,
tracking inventory,
wrangling dairy cows!
- [chuckles]
Well, don't worry.
There'll be plenty of time
to figure it all out
when you're older.
Anyways, enjoy being a kid
while you can.
- Will do.
- Bye, Mr. Loud!
- Bye, Dad!
I'll see--
[yells]
Dang it.
- Hey, guys.
We're sorry
for putting you through
all that mess.
- We made you
these apology cookies.
- No worries.
- Forget about it.
- Sorry you guys weren't able
to finish your history project.
- Oh, we did.
We had some dough scraps
left over,
so we made cookie Stonehenge.
- Huh?
- What happened?
- [chewing noisily]
- Sorry.
I thought these were
the apology cookies.
[laughter]
- [laughing]
- ♪ 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
04x28 & 04x29 - Don't You Fore-get About Me/Tough Cookies
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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.