06x08 - Time Trap!

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♪ 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 gotta do what
he can to survive ♪

♪ In the Loud House,
in the Loud House ♪

♪ Duck, dodge, push and shove,
it's how we show our love ♪

♪ In the Loud House,
in the Loud House ♪

♪ One boy, ten girls, wouldn't
trade it for the world ♪

♪ Loud ♪

♪ House ♪

♪ Loud, Loud House ♪

Poo-poo!

(Epic music)

(Bell ringing)

I can't wait to see
this episode!

Last time, on Kitchen Ambush.

Chef Guy Grazer
turned up the heat.

(Spitting):
Miserable!

Your dish lacks taste,
just like your tacky apron!

Who will Guy ambush tonight?
Tune in to find out!

Yeesh! I'd hate to
be in her shoes!

He shredded her
like a block of cheddar!

Have a good afternoon, sweeties.

Don't forget to
do your homework.

I'll be checking.

Note to self. Dial back
Todd's maternal mode.

Check it out, it's so crowded!
This place is packed!

(Gasping):
Oh good, you're here!

Before you jump into homework,

I need your help with
the afternoon rush!

No problem.
Guys, fan out!

♪

Here you are, ladies!

Ooh! Nothin' like
a plate of hot buns!

So that is two hockey pucks,

side of dough, well done,
with Axel grease.

I ordered sausage patties,
and toast with butter.

Yeah! That's what
I just said.

Your total comes out to...

(To self):
Carry the nine...

Subtract by seven, divide...

Forty-three dollars
and seventeen cents!

Plus a 20% gratuity
of $8.63!

(Splashing)
(Grating)

(Knocking)

♪

(Cheering)

(Running water)
(Bubbling)

(Sighing)
Woo-hoo! We did it!

Ah, you kids
are such a big help!

Especially with Mom
off visiting Lori

for mother-daughter golf day.

Ow!

(Phone ringing)

Lynn's Table, come in if
you're able. You've got Lynn!

Lynn! I have
some exciting news!

The Doo-Dads just booked a big
gig tonight at Sunset Canyon!

(Gasping):
No. We. Dadn't!

Yes. We. Dad!

It's Bernie's third wedding!

He's marrying his
lady friend from Boca.

D'oh! Ding, dang
darnnit!

I have to work the dinner shift.
I gave Grant the night off

to play Orcs, Horks, Wizards
and Pork with his friends.

Many thanks, Spirit Wizard Loud!

May your harvest
be fruitful this moon.

(Sighing)

You guys should just do the gig
without this Doo-Dad...

But a band with just one
cow bell is no band at all!

Hey, Dad! What if we took over
the restaurant tonight?

Oh, that's sweet of you guys.

But a night alone's
a big responsibility!

Oh, ho. We know this place like
the back of our flawless hand!

Ugh! Time for
a mani!

Come on, Lynn.
They can do it!

Trust us, Dad!
We got this!

Huh. Well, okay! But if there's
an emergency you give me a call!

And when in doubt,
use my cookbook!

Every recipe I've ever made
is in that thing.

Ooh, you won't rag-gret this!

Uh, Luan
that's father's sweat rag.

Ah! Ugh.

Ugh!

Thanks, kids! Kotaro? Polish up
our wedding cow bells.

We got a reception buffet
to rock!

Order up!

Hoiya!

Huh

(Dinging)

You expect me
to eat these without...

Maple syrup?

(Belching)

Your total come out to $8.00,
not including tip of course.

Here's a tip.

Pack an umbrella tomorrow,
it's gonna rain!

Aha, ha, ha!

That was the last customer!

What was Dad
so worried about, anyway?

Yeah, we crushed it!
Ha, ha... oh! Oh.

(Dramatic music)

(Gasping)
It's Guy Grazer.

That's right! I've heard
a lot about this place,

and wanted to feature it
on Kitchen Ambush!

(Gasping):
Now?!

It's called
'Kitchen Ambush!'

Not 'Kitchen Whenever
It's Convenient for You!'

Um, would you give us a moment?

Oh, what do we do?
Should we call Dad?!

No. He's playing his gig.
Let him enjoy Bernie's wedding!

Besides, we can totally
handle Guy.

We're in!
Good!

Because my appetizers
should have been here

(Shouting):
five flambéing minutes ago!

'Lynnger Chicken, '
'Lynnsagna, '

'Balsamic Lynnegar.'
Ugh, puns.

The dry toast of
the cooking world.

Ugh!

Ah!
Coming through!

Okay, uh...
Gotta get some apps ready!

Paprika, garlic powder.
Does anyone have the thyme?

It's seven-thirty!

You walked right
into that one, toots!

I brought Guy a plate
of jalapeño poppers,

and bread to start.

You did? But I just brought over
jalapeño poppers and bread.

No need to worry, everyone!

I brought Guy some
jalapeño poppers

and bread to tide him over.

Yeesh.

(Spitting)

Lucy, can you go
take Guy's order?

GUY:
What will I have?!

Bring me one of everything!
And how about some more bread?

I don't think there's enough for
the entire state of Michigan!

Oof.

Okay, let's not panic!

We can still turn this around
with Dad's great food!

Now where's his cookbook?

Got it right here!

(Gasping)
What?

He said when in doubt,
use his cookbook!

(Groaning)
Oh, Leni.

Mm, I can still make out some of
this 'callenmari' recipe.

And this 'new englynn
clam chowder' one.

It'll have to do!
Let's just get cooking.

More children?!

Is this a restaurant
or a preschool?

Are there any adults in here?

Actually, this is
our dad's place.

We're just helpin' out tonight!

That explains everything!
Alright, off with you!

(Panting)

Hm...

Right! I think we have enough
footage for tonight's show!

(Groaning)

Welp, this bites!

If that episode airs, Dad's
restaurant is crushed!

Another successful ambush!

Let's get this footage
back to the station.

(Gasping)

But maybe the episode
doesn't have to air.

We have to get that flash drive,
and destroy it!

Roger that!
We'll need some help.

(Honking)

Todd coming in hot.

(Squealing)

(Squealing)

(Screaming)

♪

We just need to get Guy out
of that van long enough

to grab the flash drive
with the footage.

I've got this, Lincoln.

Ah, let me just tap into
the cellular network, mmm...

(Phone buzzing)
Hm?

Hello, Mr. Guy Grazer. I have
an anonymous tip for you.

There's a culinary SNAFU
in the works

at Jean Juan's
French Mex buffet.

You might want to get your
posterior down there tout suite.

You! Jean Juan's.
Step on it!

(Squealing)

Nice, Lisa!
(Cheering)

Now's our chance!

The flash drive's not here!

Well that was a rubbish tip!

There was no
French Mex emergency!

We need to leave.
Guy's coming back!

Initiating stall function!

Why hello there! I am from
the institute of surveys.

Do you have a moment
for a quick survey?

Grrrr.

Ow. Watch
my processor. Ow.

Ow...

Humph! Rude.

Guy must have the flash drive
on his person.

Todd!
After the van.

Gladly.
Now it's personal.

Oh no!

We're too late!

It's time for Plan Lynn.
Smash every TV in Royal Woods,

so no one can watch the show.

Well I don't hear
any better ideas!

Hmm...

Look! If we can somehow jam the
signal coming from that antenna,

nobody will see the broadcast!

Uh, I think this is
Lana's time to shine.

Uh, huh! I'll take care
of that signal for you.

I keep a spare hook
in the back of Vanzilla

for all kinds of situations.

(Clanging)

Hit it, Todd!

(Squealing)

(Crashing)

Consider it jammed!

It worked! Yay!
(Cheering)

(Gasping)
No it didn't, dudes!

His show's still playing!

Huh, 'antenna preserved
for appearances only?!'

Uh, of course! It's
all about satellites now!

Fear not family.
For I have the solution!

I'll just take out the satellite
that broadcasts to Royal Woods.

(Powering up and buzzing)

(Car alarms sounding)

With this ancient wand,
I cast...

illumination!

Hocus, pocus!

Aah!

It's still broadcasting, dude!

(Crashing)

(Gasping)

I accidentally blasted
the Norwegian satellite!

These tiny keyboards are tricky.

(Crashing)

(Gasping)

Ah, drat!
Looks like

it's also going to be dark
in Iceland tonight.

Alright, back to Plan Lynn.
You four take out all the TVs

on the east side of town,
while I...

Lynn, no.
It's too late!

The whole town will have
seen this show by now.

We should just go home
and apologize to Dad.

(Gasping)

Dad! We are so sorry
for ruining your restaurant!

Yeah, we just wanted to
do something nice for you.

We thought we could handle Guy!

What are you talking about?
You did handle Guy!

Now, despite the craziness,
it really warms my frozen heart

to see kids help out their dad.

Lynn's table is a real,
family-run business.

And I can't wait to come back
when the actual chef is there!

This is a twist
I did not see coming.

What you guys did for me
tonight meant everything!

Just... (choking up)
get in here!

(Sobbing)

Spirit Wizard Loud, come forth!

I hereby submit my resignation,
in order to focus

on my new found wizard powers.

Henceforth, I shall
use those powers

for the benefit of all mankind!

LISA: No, no! Lily,
that's not a toy!

(Zapping)

(Crashing)

(Gasping)

Augh!

Sorry, I'm still
working out the kinks.

♪

DAD: Kids! Can you
come here for a sec?

Well that's weird.
Where is everyone?

I've got this honey.

Oh, kids!
We have a surprise!

(Rumbling)
Look out, Dad!

Ahhh!

You were saying something
about a surprise for me?

Ahhh!

Your mother and I were talking...

Ah...
Oh! Hey everybody!

And since it's been seven days
since we've had any

house or life-threatening
disasters...

...we thought...

...you all deserve
a big surprise!

(Gasping)

Just keep that streak going
a little bit longer...

...and we'll be back with
the surprise by four!

I bet it's an indoor pool!

I bet it's a family burial plot.

I bet it's a Clydesdale.

I bet it's tickets to
Jelly Wrestlefest 115!

No, no...

Huah!
Oof!

Yeah...
Aw.

(Clearing throat)

You can call me the proverbial
wet blanket, stick in the mud,

resident sourpuss. But, based
on statistical averages,

there's a 98.3%
probability that

we're going to mess up
before the day is out.

You're joking right?
No way!

Mm, it's the immutable law
of the Loud house.

Past behaviour is correlated
to future behaviour.

Just like I know that Lynn
will rebut this proposition

with flatulence.

(Scoffing):
You know what I think of that?

(Farting and laughing)
Gross!

Look, guys! Maybe there's some
truth to what Lisa is saying.

But, if we just sit down,
and chill out,

that indoor pool
is as good as ours!

What do you say?

I'm in!
Totes agree.

Well it's gonna be a Clydesdale,
but whatever.

Ungh, wanna move over?!

I can't!
Lola's on my leg!

I'm not on your leg, Lana!
I'm stuck in

the disgusting butt-groove
Lynn put in the couch!

Who's on my leg?
Move over!

(Screaming)

And...
here it comes.

(Screaming and crashing)

(Moaning)

Uh, Luan? What's
going on up there?

Looks like we've got
a sit-uation!

(Crunching and crashing)

Why are we like this?!

We're never getting
that surprise.

Yes we are! Mom and Dad
won't be home until four!

We can wash the furniture,
put it outside to dry,

and fix the rest of this mess
before they get home!

Who's with me?

Yeah!
I am!

(Creaking)

Ahhh!

Oof!
(Clearing throat)

LINCOLN: Team Clean
on three! One! Two! Three!

ALL:
Team Clean!

♪

(Groaning)

(Lapping)

♪

Ah!

We did it!

All we gotta do now, is
bring the furniture back in.

...uh, guys?
Where's the furniture?

Aaah!
Where is it?

Where is it, where is it?!
Oh, there it is!

Stop that truck!
Wait, stop!

(Panting):
I'll get his attention!

Huh?!

Huh-ah!

(Spinning)

Huh!

Heh, okay then.
We should head down to the dump.

Like right now.

Hm...

Ah, I don't get it.
Our stuff should be here!

Hey! Check it out!

(Grunting):
Found our cushion!

I recognize my butt-grooves
anywhere, dude.

But where's
the rest of the couch?

And everything else?

(Gasping)

LINCOLN: 'Dom's Driving
and Dumpster Diving?'

And he's got our stuff!

(Gasping)

I'll get his attention!

No! No, no, no!

(Spinning)

(Gasping)

Flip!
We should a known.

To the Food and Fuel!

Mm.

Flip!
Oh!

You hauled up all
our furniture from the dump!

And we need it back!

Yeah, we're this close to
getting jelly wrestling tickets

from our parents, and if we lose
our stuff it ain't happenin'!

Eh, whoa, whoa, whoa! I don't
know what you're talkin' about.

Oh! You must be
looking for Dom.

'Tuckers Tix and Tux?!'

Eh!

'Pat's Pawn and Prawns?!'

Gah, gah, gah!

Fascinating. I've never seen
someone in the throes

of an active
identity crisis before.

Eh, d'ah!

Ah! Now,
where were we?

Oh, right! Ol' Domo
don't got your stuff.

What?!

I sold it to some locals.
My guess is it's spread out

all over Royal Woods by now.

(Sighing)

Thanks to Lola, we got

the list of people who
bought our stuff from Flip.

Eh! You know, you're right!
It really does complete my look.

(Chittering)

It's fine! That's just
my third place crown

from the Little Miss
Fertilizer Pageant.

I never was able to
get the smell off it.

Anyway, I marked
the locations on this map.

Luna and Luan, you'll
bring back our armchair!

Leni and Lola, you'll
get our floor lamp.

Lana and Lucy, the TV is yours.

Lisa and Lily, you're
on end table duty.

Lynn, you and I
got the coffee table!

Everyone have their allowances?

(Chipping)

(Lounge music playing
through headphones)

Look! There's
our coffee table!

I can't believe Bolhofner bought
our table just to shred it!

Eh, it's probably how
the Hof destresses.

Quick! Now's our chance.

Uh!
(Music on headphones)

Nice save there Lynn!

Now let's leave the money...
(Chipping)

...and get out of...

(Splattering)
Oh...

Oh Mary, Mary, I sure do
love our new tub TV!

We're livin'
our best life, girl!

(Crashing)
Snake!

God job, buddy!
(Rattling)

♪

Our next item is
this beautiful floor lamp!

Let the bidding begin
at $5.00!

I have $5.00,
do I have 10?

Looks like I have 10.

10?!
From who?!

Looks like I have 20!
Do I have 30?

Looks like I have 30!
Do I have 40?

Rrrrr. What?!
Who else is biding?

Wow! This fan really
cools you down!

Rrrrr.

(Grunting and panting)

(Exhaling):
We pulled it off!

Woo-hoo!
Yeah!

Ungh!

We forgot the couch!
Who did Flip sell it to?

He didn't say.

Huh?! That's 'cause
he has it, dudes!

(Noisy motor)

Augh! Dangit, Flip!

Hey, Flip!
What're you doing?

Ain't it obvious?

Giving romantic couch rides
around Royal Woods!

I put the love in loveseat.

Flip, we need
our couch back now!

Un-uh! I'm not giving up
this new business opportunity.

I even made
hearts outta sausages!

I goes down as a heart,
comes out as a fart!

Hit it, Nacho!

(Accordion music)

(Coughing)

Negotiations didn't
go well, I take it.

(Phone beeping)

It's a text from Dad!
What!

Oh, he just wants me to take
chicken out of the freezer.

(Sighing)
Phew!

(Phone beeping)
Also, they're on their way home.

Ahh!

Uh, RIP to our surprise.

Bummer, dude!

We're never
gettin' that Clydesdale!

Why are we like this?!

We're not giving up now!

If Flip doesn't want
to give us our couch back,

we're gonna take it back!

My drone has Flip going due
east, down Munroe Avenue.

We're on it, Lis!

Lola, Lana?
He's headed your way.

We have a visual.
(Gasping)

(Squealing)

Holy high heels!
We got a problem!

Oh no! Flip is gonna drive
right by Mom and Dad!

They'll see the couch!

Lana, go!
I'll get their attention.

Oh no you don't!
Use your own shoes!

Pft! Well you're
no fun!

Ungh!

(Spinning)

♪ Da! Da, da! ♪
(Thumping)

Was that your sick bass drum,
or did a shoe just hit Vanzilla?

(Growling)

(Crashing)

A ha, ha!
Tour's over, lovebirds.

Hey, that's not fair!
We still had 10 minutes.

How about a refund?

Ah!

(Sighing)

Kids! We're home.

And we've got the surprise!

Oh, look at them, Lynn!

All sharing the couch,
like a bunch of...

...sweaty angels.
Why are you all so sweaty?

Waiting on a surprise
is hard work! Heh!

Yeah, gimme, gimme!

Well, like we were
saying earlier,

you kids have been so
good around the house lately,

we just thought...

(Gnawing)

Ahh!
(Chirping)

(Crashing)

(Twanging)

(Crashing)

What the heck
is going on in here?!

(Sighing)

We really messed up!

Yeah, after you guys left
we busted up the living room!

Then we tried to clean up,
but lost the furniture,

and ended up running
all over town to get it back.

Hence our over active eccrine
glands. Street name...

Sweatiness, we know. Look, I'm
not jazzed about the cover-up?

But at least you guys
tried to make things right.

And this is a big family!
Mishaps come with the territory.

It's the law of the Loud house!

Preach, Mother, preach!

Still, we're so sorry about
the couch, dudes!

Maybe you should
come see what's outside.

(Gasping)

LINCOLN:
A brand new couch?!

MOM: We thought it
was time for a new one.

It's beautiful!

Impressive!
Oh, man!

Fabulous!

Wow, this material is
definitely puke resistant!

Yet soft enough
for an eternal nap.

It's not an indoor pool,
but we love it!

Guess we won't be
needing this anymore!

Huh, ooah!

(Crashing)

Hey, couch rides are back on!

♪ 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 11 kids ♪

♪ That's the way
it always is ♪

♪ In the Loud House ♪