No Time to Spy: A Loud House Movie (2024)

[bunniefuu]

[electricity crackling]

[triumphant music]

[bell dings]

[wind howling]

[dramatic music]

[lasers blasting]

Hey, watch it!

This is a lease!

[growls]

I think it's time we

go our separate ways.

Agent 28, what are you doing?

What I do best. Improvising.

[lasers blasting]



[expl*si*n]

[whistles]

- [grunts]

[screams]

Can you be a doll

and open that door

over there for me?

Ah! Ah! [r*fle pulses]

Thanks, hon.

[gulps]

[screams]

X, I'm in.

And only 23 seconds.

I owe you lunch, Myrtle.

Actually, it was 22.5.

But what's a half a

second between gal pals?

So what's the situation?

You should have a straight shot

to Dr. Dufu's rocket.

I checked the visuals,

and it's all clear.

Are you sure?

There's got to be at

least one more henchman.

Have I ever steered you wrong?

Ooh. My bad.

[all grunting]

Ow! Ugh.

[grunting]

Ah!



[both grunting]

Hiyah!

Facial access granted.

[soft dramatic music]

[technology whirring]

[dramatic music]

Oh, hello, Agent 28.

I was wondering

when you'd get here.

I must say, I'm flattered

they sent the best.

[slurps]

Don't get too excited.

It's gonna be a quick visit!

Oh!



- [laughs]

- [gasps]

[grunts]

What do you think of

my most loyal henchman?

Ham Hand.

He came to me after his hand

was crushed in a

wrestling match,

so I forged him a hammer hand.

I think his name is confusing.

[spits] I expected pork.

Oh!

I thought you'd be tougher

than this, Agent 28.

And not a curl out of place.

Oh, will you please stop

talking about the hair?

It's always about the hair.

[devices humming]

So what's the deal with

your dumb rocket anyway?

You see those lasers?

[electricity crackles]

This rocket will take out

every communication

satellite on Earth.

And then I launch my own.

Dufu TV, Dufu Phone,

Dufu Electric,

Dufu Daily News!

My beautiful wife

Schmoofy Doofy and I

will own all communication

and rule the world!

Boop.

T minus one minute until lunch.

Not today, doofus.

I've got lunch plans.

It's pronounced

Dufu. It's French!

- Ha!

- Hey, get back in your cage.

[growls]

- [grunts]

Ooh.

- Hold still.

- Ah!

Hey, you messed

up Ham Hand's do.

Well, let me fix that for you.

[electricity crackling]

[coughs]

Oh, no, stop it!

Give me it! Hey!

- Ow!

[grunts]

- Ugh!

[growls]

[screams]

No!

I know I just tried to k*ll you,

but get me out of here!

[alarm blaring]

You need to shut

down the launch.

Yep, working on it.

You stopped the

lasers, not the launch.

Three, two, one.

[rocket rumbling]

- No!

[expl*si*n]



X, how do we get

doofus back down?

You won't be seeing him again.

That rocket is a one

way ticket into orbit.

Well, that's a shame.

But at least he got

a room with a view.

[gasps]

That was your best

Myrtle spy story yet.

Ten out of ten on

the showmanship.

Thanks, Clyde.

I can't wait to have a

secret agent for a Gran-Gran.

Just think... jet

setting across the world,

going on spy missions

together, doing dropkicks.

Whoa.

You're seriously about to

have the coolest grandma ever.

Don't tell Nana

Gale I said that.

[whistles] Look

alive, Loud crowd.

I'm here, and I'm

ready to load bags.

Who's getting married?

[together] We're

getting married.

Gran-Gran.

Perfect timing.

I was just telling

Clyde about the time

you saved the world

from Dr. Dufu.

Oh Lincoln, that was ages ago.

All I can think about

right now is the wedding.

I'm about to marry

the man of my dreams

and finally have a family.

Speaking of the wedding,

if any spy business goes down

this weekend and you need help,

I'm your man.

Actually, I do need your help.

Yeah?

With a super important mission.

Yeah?

That only you can do.

Yeah?

Operation wedding rings.

I need you to guard

these with your life.

Oh, I thought you

were gonna ask me

to go on a real mission.

Oh, honey, this is real.

They aren't insured.

I'm gonna head out, Lincoln.

[together] Hoo, ha, huh.

[laughter]

Have fun at the wedding.

[whistles]

Let's kick it into gear, kiddos.

Butts need to be in

Vanzilla in 10 minutes.

[clattering and screaming]

[all yelling]

- Hey, watch it.

I can't find anything.

Has anyone seen my

vacation coffin?

Now to pack the essentials.

David Steele fart spray.

David Steele grappling hook.

David Steele throwing stars.

Oh, those are sharp.

Hm, I feel like I'm forgetting

something important.

Of course.

My David Steele spy watch.

[gasps]

- [barks]

Charles!

Lincoln, I'm flower

girling here.

Drop it. We don't

have time to play.

- Hey, watch it, Stinkoln.

- [barking]

- Get back here.

- Now, where were we?

3, 23, hut, hut, hut.

- [gasping]

Lynn, don't throw so hard.

You want to catch

Myrtle's flowers or not?

It's called a bouquet, and duh.

Whoever catches it

totes gets married next.

Oh, can you imagine

Bobby and I's wedding?

LJ, where's your suitcase?

Don't need one.

Yeah, I'm wearing

all the underwear

I plan on taking.

- [laughs]

That's clever, wow.

- Heads up, Pops.

Here's Lily's bag.

- No, no, no, no! Ah!

Nice catch, Loud. Hello.

I'm here to watch

your dang house.

Mr. Grouse, as our

acting groundskeeper,

I need you to keep a

watchful eye on this.

What? Is that a TV remote?

[chuckles] Don't

make me laugh.

[device chirps]

My nuclear fusion laser.

My rivals have been

eyeing it for months.

Guard it with your life and

by no means press any...

How do I get the news on here?

[laser pulses]

[satellite crashes]

You owe an apology to the

country of Finlandistan.

Get back here with

my watch, Charles.

[growls]

This is a collectible.

[laser pulses]

[satellite crashes]

[car alarm wailing]

My house!

Well, look at the bright side.

Now you have satellite TV.

Oh.

All packed.

You got our wedding rings

in there, right kiddo?

The wedding rings?

Right. Uh, they

must be in my room.

Be right back.

- All right, kids, time to go.

[all yelling]

- Ugh.

Initiating vacation mode.

Lincoln, come on.

We're gonna be late.

I got the rings.

[grunts]

[gasps]

Myrtle!

I'm coming, baby!

[dramatic pop music]

There's never a

moment for action

For a spy that is

prone to distraction

And the clock is a lie

As you just watch

the hours fly by

There's just

no time to spy

No time to spy

No time to laugh,

love, or cry

There's just

no time to spy



[upbeat music]

[all yelling]

Adorable kids.

Are all of them yours?

Different mothers,

I assume. I'm Fifi.

Oh, hi. I'm Lin.

Sorry, I get a

little plane sick.

[retches]

[chuckles] Oh.

[strums guitar] Ah!

[laughs]

Lily, that's not a diving board.

How's it going, sweetie?

- Never better.

I can taste other

people's breath.

Ugh.

[quietly humming melody]

[expl*si*n]

Ow.

- Yo, Lori, heads up.

- Lynn.

I said not on the plane.

Ooh, tie-dye.

Oh, how about a couple's

massage on the beach, huh?

[stomach rumbles]

Oh, never eat the

airplane sashimi.

Oh. I'll be right back.

Is there something

in your eye, hon?

No, I just wanted

to let you know.

Whoa.

I've located the exits

in case an evil villain

is hiding in the cargo hold

waiting to take us c*ptive.

Oh, honey, there's no bad guys

on this plane, and trust me,

if there were, you

don't want to meet them.

It's not all fun and games like

your picture book Derek Stump.

David Steele.

There are real consequences

to spy life, dangerous ones.

But you're just a kid,

and I don't expect

you to get it.

[sighs]

Hey, did that Stump fellow

ever throw a villain

off Mount Everest

while deliriously low

on oxygen? Cause I did.

Whoa, really?

So there I was

in-hand-to hand combat

at the highest peak

and slowly losing consciousness.

The odds of me

making it out alive

were slim to none.

Whoops. Coming through.

Hey, what's wrong, Al?

Well, sometimes hearing

about Myrtle's past

makes me worry, maybe I'm not

exciting enough for her.

Maybe I'm a little small

potatoes, you know?

Al, that's ridiculous.

You're not a small potato.

Who just won Sunset Canyon's

shuffleboard showdown?

Seymour.

Oh, yeah.

That guy's incredible.

[sighs]

And that's why I

love free napkins.

Never know when

they'll save your life.

Well, enough about that.

Let's go over the

wedding playlist.

Psst, Gran-Gran, I'm pretty sure

that flight attendant

is listening to us.

Sweetie, you're being silly.

I bet she's undercover,

gathering intel on us.

Oh, no, I ate the peanuts.

There's probably a tracking

device in my stomach.

[groaning]

I really, really don't think so.

Lincoln, you already

have a mission.

You still got those rings?

- Don't worry.

They're safe inside the box.

I'm going back to my

seat to read comics.

Ah!

[gasps]

Lori, go long. Hut, hut, hut.

[gasps]

Oh, cold, cold!

Oh, is that citrus?

Oh, it's a deep burn.

Sorry about that. Lori

doesn't know how to catch.

- Lynn.

- Way to make enemies already.

Relax. We'll never

see her again.

So we're staying

at the same place.

Tight.

[relaxing tropical music]

[bird caws]

[together] Ooh!

[laughs]

[all cheering]

[together] Ooh.

Welcome to the

Thunderball Resort.

Can I get you a hot towel?

- Lori, think fast.

- Stop it, Lynn.

- [laughs]

- Ahem.

That'll be 20 big ones

for the hot towel.

Yo, Mom, this sounds

like a you problem.

You know, you bear a

striking resemblance

to someone. Do you

know a Flip Phillipini?

I sure do.

I'm Flap Phillipini.

Flip's my cousin.

Huh. What are the chances?

One in one billion, five...

Charge it to the room, Flap.

[blows raspberry]

I have you all checked in.

Ceviche, can I get these

people some keys, please?

Thank you, Ceviche.

OK, girls, let's

head to the pool

and plan the bachelorette

party for tonight.

Yeah!

Don't forget about Todd, y'all.

I'm gonna go meet

with the caterer

and go over the menu.

And I was planning on

taking my Myrtle buns

on a surprise fishing

trip. Surprise!

Oh, Al. How romantic.

Ooh, you guys are

going on a boat?

That sounds awesome.

Oh, did you want

to come, Lincoln?

I don't have

anything else to do.

I'll go grab my spy stuff.

Lincoln, you don't need it.

Don't you kids go

anywhere without me.

Hey, watch it, kid.

You wouldn't want to bump into

the wrong guy on this island.

Yeah, yeah, I got it.

The truck's all loaded

for, uh, the fishing trip.

Hmm.

[upbeat music]

Lonely

Oh, all right, Myrtle dove.

Time to catch us some dinner.

[soft dramatic music]

No sign of mohawk

man, but my spy sense

is at a level five tingle.

Lincoln, honey, let

the spy stuff go.

Come have a juice spritzer.

Be right there.

Whoa, there he is.

My spy sense was right.

There's something going on.

I wonder what's in those crates.

Wait.

My David Steele

waterproof camera.

What is that name? Rubin.

[yelps]

Oh.

Not good.

[whistles]

Very not good.

You know, in my Navy days,

I used to fish with a spear.

Oh, Al. That's so rugged.

[laughs]

- Gran-Gran, can I talk to you?

Oh. I got a big

one on the line.

Lincoln, get your camera.

OK, Pop-Pop. Will do.

So I just saw these bad guys

exchanging money for something.

I don't know what,

but they saw me take

a picture, and now they're...

- Lincoln, please.

There are no bad

guys around here.

[tense music]

Dang it.

Give us the little boy's camera,

and no one gets hurt, grandma.

Listen, cargo shorts,

I go by Gran-Gran.

Whatever. Boys.

[both growl]

Hyah!

Oh, man, a real life spy fight.

Lonely

Take this, chum bucket.

- Huh?

- [grunts]

Whoa!

Until I slip this town

Sorry.



[growls]

My love's no hand-me-down

[screams]

Lonely

All right, kid, hand it over.

[gasps] [screams]

- [grunting]

- Ha!

[screams]

Ah!

- [screaming]

- I know, I'm excited too.

Get that camera.

- Gotcha.

- That's it.

Play the games

Huh?

- Hyah!

- [screams]

I should have called

in sick today.

- [growls]

- Huh?

[screams]

Gonna make you

[both grunting]

- Get off.

Ugh.

[gasps] Lincoln!

[laughs] Got it.

As they'll all win alone

[grunts]



Oh, not what I meant to do.

[growls]

That's right, fish.

Come to Pop-Pop.

Lincoln, hit the gas now.

[yelps]

Lonely times before

Whoa.

[screams]

Aw, cheap lures.

Oh. Sorry, Al.

Lincoln needs aloe vera ASAP.

He's in sun shock.

OK, let's get my best

man back to the resort.

[seagull caws]

Oh, don't worry, Myrtle dove.

I'm gonna make up for

not catching anything.

Tonight, you'll

have the best table

at the best restaurant.

- Can't wait.

Um, I'll get some

cold towels for Linc.

Ooh.

Lincoln, now listen to me.

I know what you're gonna say.

It's too bad cargo

shorts fell in the ocean

with my camera, or

we'd have some clues.

What? No. We don't need clues.

We are leaving immediately.

[computer beeping]

Myrtle. Long time no talk.

What's it been, 30 years?

Sorry, X. No time to catch up.

Our fishing boat

was just attacked

after my fianc's grandson

witnessed a shady

deal going down.

I'm sending you our coordinates

so you can have an

agent check into it.

Myrtle, can you do it?

You're right there.

Yes, we accept the mission.

No, we do not accept.

Lincoln, zip it.

X, I retired, and I

have a family now.

I'm about to get married.

- I know.

And an invite would

have been classy,

but let's table that.

I'm sorry, but I have to

get us off this island

on the first flight tomorrow.

I'll call you when we're safe.

But Gran-Gran, think about it.

This is our chance to be heroes.

You and me, working together,

the ultimate spy duo.

Let's call her back.

- Lincoln, just stop it.

You don't understand

what it means

to be a real hero.

It's not about

ticking time bombs,

high-tech gadgets, and

invisible laser shields.

They make invisible

laser shields?

Being a hero is about sacrifice.

It's making a tough choice

even if you don't like it.

And right now that means

getting your family to safety.

Hey, party of...

[groans]

- Oops.

Old habits die hard.

I better check on Flop.

I know what a hero is,

and they don't

turn down missions.

Hey, X, Myrtle here.

Totes changed my mind

about the mission, LOL.

We're on it.

Strong arm emoji,

high five emoji,

party emoji, and...

Stopped the bleeding,

but he'll definitely

need to ice that.

I'm sorry, Gran-Gran.

You were right about everything.

I'll go pack my stuff now.

Good. I knew I

could count on you.

I'll go talk to Pop-Pop.

And Lincoln, I'm proud of you

for handling this so well.

[sighs]

Yes.

[dramatic music]

Yoo-hoo, white haired boy.

Oh, I was just

looking for sea glass

on the beach for my

dog jewelry business.

I make collars,

harnesses, cuff-links,

but I call them

ruff-links. [laughs]

Sorry, I don't have any cash.

Oh, you're a riot. A riot.

I'm not selling you.

I just found your camera.

It washed up on shore. I

also found cargo shorts.

I think I'll make

them into curtains.

[laughs] But with pockets.

Neat, huh?

- Thank you, thank you.

I can't believe you found it.

Oh, it's so cute how you wrote

"property of Lincoln

Loud, super spy."

You know, I used to play

spy when I was eight too.

Actually I'm 12,

but thanks again.

Just give me a call for

all your ruff-link...

ooh! [bird caws]

Apologies, Fifi.

I'm always practicing my

grave digging technique.

No worries. I'm OK.

Let me just try to stand up.

Oh. Nope.

Not gonna stand up.

[seagulls cawing]

Come on, pick up, pick up.

[phone ringing]

Hey Lincoln. How's

the wedding prep?

Clyde, I'm in the middle

of a spy operation,

and I need your help.

- Roger that.

I'll head to HQ.

Sorry, dads, I've

got some important

spy business to attend to.

Just stay hydrated!

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!

[dog barks]

[car horn blares]

[whistling] Oh.

[eagle screeches]

[panting]

Ugh.

Ow.

Whew.

[soft dramatic music]

[keys clacking]

Agent Loud, I'm in.

Clyde, our boat was attacked

after I snapped this photo.

It's in pretty bad shape,

but there might be

a clue in there.

Can you enhance it?

What does the crate say?

[together] Rubiner's.

Give me one second.

All right. Let's see.

Looks like there's a

restaurant on the island

called Rubiner's Fishmongers.

I'll send you a pin.

- Perfect.

I'll start there.

- Awesome.

Your first real spy

mission with Myrtle.

Uh, Gran-Gran's busy

prepping for the wedding,

so I'm going to take

on this mission solo.

Well, be careful.

And remember to stay hydrated.

[dramatic music]

[soft dramatic music]

[singing melody]

Al, whenever you're done

in there, we need to talk.

Okey dokey

You're gonna love this

restaurant, sweetie.

But I already asked

about the napkins,

and they're cloth, so

you can't take them.

Yeah, about that,

I don't think I'll

be making dinner.

I'm just so exhausted

from fishing.

I think I'm gonna lie down.

His little spy butt

is in so much trouble.

Maybe Lynn Sr. Will

have dinner with you.

[knocks]

Well, I'm not paying for

Lynn's 12 appetizers.

Yah.

[clears throat]

We here at Thunderball Resort

would like to thank

you for staying with us

on your big day.

Please accept this gift

basket as a token of...

[yelps]

How'd you like to make

the best tip of your life?

[yelps]

Just pretend to be

me taking a nap,

and I'll be back in 20 minutes.

If anyone asks,

your name is Myrtle.

[dramatic music]

[soft dramatic music]

Rest up, honey.

You wouldn't want to miss out

on our cuddle under the stars.

[snoring]

See you soon, my

little Myrtle dove.

OK, well, I guess

that wasn't too bad.

[together] Bachelorette party!

[screams]

Mom... can I call you

Mom? Why are you in bed?

Aren't you excited for

your bachelorette party?

Let's rock, Gran-Gran.

We have a limo parked out front.

Uh, I'm Myrtle?

[laughs]

I'd say that's a yes.

[all cheer]

[seagull squawks]

Welcome to Rubiner's, home

of the calamari safari.

[clears throat]

Steele, David

Steele, party of one.

Um, this is a restaurant,

not a daycare.

Sorry, kid.

Oh, Juan.

Fine, I guess I'll take

my patronage elsewhere.

[tools whirring]

Uh, I got a delivery

here from Juan.

[laughs] Those must be for me.

Next thing you know,

he's gonna propose,

but I'm too young for

that, so I'm gonna say no,

and then we'll wait a year,

and then I'll ask

him again to propose.

[sniffs] Juan.

Every little movement

Every little thing you do

Look, my sister

doesn't hate you.

That's just the

way her face looks.

[clears throat]

One flippy, not shaken

or stirred, please.

[tense music]

Uh... [gulps]

We don't serve flippies here.

But we serve floppees.

You're in for a treat.

Shake it up. Make

that floppee.

Make that floppee.

Make that floppee.

Yee! [growls]

[laughter]

- Yoo-hoo, Lincoln, over here.

It's me, Fifi.

I ordered the calamari safari,

and this thing is huge.

Come join me before

the clams get hot.

OK, shh.

[upbeat music]

Ta-da! Huh?

Ugh, you did it again, Randall.

You always push him away.

[party horn toots]

Go Myrtle, go Myrtle, go Myrtle.

Your bachelorette party

would not be complete

without some funky accessories.

Oh. [laughs]

And some games.

First up, how well

do you know Pop-Pop?

[gulps]

OK, first question.

What's Pop-Pop's favorite

steamed vegetable?

Uh, I'm Myrtle.

Ooh, so close. It's carrots.

[tires screeching]

Oh.

This guy is so

not getting a tip.

Ah, these brakes are a doozy.

Everybody all right back here?

Flop? You're our driver?

The name's Louie, chiefs.

Louie's Limo and Lemonade.

Anybody want some?

I juice the lemons

with my tire jack.

Ugh.

Cut from the same

cloth as our Flip.

Hard pass on the

jacked lemonade.

Yo Louie, you know

any karaoke places?

I think it's time to

sing to the bride to be.

Oh, you betcha. And right!

[screams]

Car candles is my

other business.

They're great for road trips

and legal in three states.

I'm famous for my fragrances.

Wet shower, yogurt in

a bowl, old pillows,

and of course, tar.

[device whines]

[people chewing]

Save me.

Ugh.

[farts]

[giggles]

So my cousin's uncle's

brother's great, great aunt...

Oh, man, sorry I'm late.

Jerry wouldn't stop talking

about his cargo shorts.

Huh?

Ugh, Jerry and his pockets.

But my funky foot

fungus fragrance,

that was my best seller.

Excuse me, Fifi, I have

some important business

to attend to.

[dramatic music]

Oh, are you on a top

secret spy mission?

[laughs] Have fun.

I mean...

[whispers] Have fun.

You say you want to

Learn how to robot

You go rah-ah-oh

Rah-ah-oh-robot

Yay! [laughs]

All right, Todd, you're cut off.

Five songs is enough.

I can stop whenever I want.

We've got a bachelorette party

in the house tonight.

Let's bring the bride

to be up on stage

for a special performance.

[gulps] Oh no, no, no.

That's OK. Rain

check for Myrtle.

[chuckles nervously]

Come on.

This is your chance to shine.

[microphone feedback whines]

[coughs]

[upbeat music]

[gulps]

Ooh, girl, if I could

Ooh, girl, I give you

the... ooh, girl, world girl

Give you the...

[chuckles]

Girl, boy world

And you, you

could be my girl

And I could be

your boy girl

[together] Girl

boy, ooh, girl

Boy, girl, ooh, girl

You're a girl

[together] My girl

And I'm a boy

[together] Ooh girl

What else do we need?

Just the world

Ooh, girl

I'm Myrtle.

[together] You're Myrtle.

And you wanted to

go to Rubiner's.

[soft dramatic music]

- Huh?

- [grunts]

We're running out of time.

Get these rocket

parts to Dufu now.

[together] Yes, sir.

[gasps] Ham Hand from

Gran-Gran's stories.

Well, we better get moving.

Yeah, last thing I need

is a hammer in the face.

Ow. Ooh, ugh. [groans]

[gasps]

Dang it. Where'd he go?

Ugh!

Lincoln, what are

you doing here?

Oh, phew. Gran-Gran, it's you.

I told you to drop

the spy stuff.

These people are dangerous. We

need to get out of here now.

Look, I'm sorry I

didn't listen to you,

but Ham Hand is here,

and he said something

about building a

rocket for Dufu.

What? Doofus is

back from space?

Yeah. And we have to stop him.

No, X is sending another agent,

and they can stop doofus.

Uh, so don't get mad,

but no one's coming.

- Is that my phone?

- Yeah.

I sort of borrowed it

and accepted the mission.

- What?

- I said don't get mad.

Don't worry. We got this.

You and I make a great team.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Wait a second. You're

the two from the boat.

David Steele fart spray.

- [screams]

- Nice move, huh?

Come on.

[tense music]

[diners screaming]

Lincoln, stay back.

David Steele throwing star.

- [growls]

- Room for dessert?

- Sweet burn, Gran-Gran.

- Come here.

[all grunting]

- Gazpacho in your face.

- Gross.

Get over here, kid.

- Ah! Ah!

Ah, ah, ah, ah!

- Ugh!

- Get her!

- [screams]

- Table for three?

Take that booth.

[screams]

[growls] [grunts]

Crab cakes, table ten.

I can't see. Whoa!

- [grunting]

- Gotcha.

Who's hungry for more?

Ah.

[grunting]

That was incredible.

Can we get a quick pic with

all the bodies behind me?

Not now. We gotta

get out of here.

Too late, chump burgers.

- Hiyah!

- Ow!

[groans]

Excuse us.

- Sorry. Enjoy your meal.

Moped, 12 o'clock.

- Go, go, go.

- E-scooter?

What the heck is an e-scooter?

Download app. Scan

phone to activate?

Hang on, let me get my glasses.

- Uh...

- Over there!

Let's go, let's go,

let's go, let's go!

I'm downloading the app.

Ah! [phone chirps]

[scooter humming]

[engine revving]

- [growls]

- Whoa!

Do you think they'll

figure out the app?

I figured out the

app. Let's roll.

[suspenseful music]

[car horns blaring]

Hang on, sweetie.

We're gonna ditch these punks.

[growls]

[screams]

Huh? [screams]

Whoa.

[screams]

- [growls]

- [screams]

Are they blasting at us?

Well, they're sure

not blowing us kisses.

Tranquilizer darts?

Don't worry, Gran-Gran,

I'll take care of this guy.

I've got it, Lincoln.

Just give me your phone.

Ugh. Yeah, great idea.

You can use my David

Steele distraction light.

Hey.

- [grunts]

[screams]

Lincoln, clothesline.

[tires screeching]

[together] Huh?

[both cheering]

Whoa, that was amazing.

We messed those

dudes up, Gran-Gran.

We sure did.

[grunts]

- Ah!

- Whoa!

Ow.

- Ooh.

[gasps] Lincoln.

Ow. Huh?

You've got to get out of here.

But Gran-Gran...

Listen to me, you need to

get Pop-Pop and your family

off the island. I'll be fine.

Now go.

[tense music]

[laughs]

Oh, come on. All my

pictures were on there.

[chuckles] Agent

28, we meet again.

Hammy, long time no see.

Did your hair get thinner?

[laughs] Get the jokes in now.

Dufu got you front row

tickets for our main event,

and then I'm gonna put an

end to this little reunion.

[laughter]

Tie her up.

Sweep the area for

the wannabe spy.

[grunts]

[laughs]

Where is this kid?

Oh, no. So not

good. So not good.

Hey, I hear some panicking.

Over here.

- Ugh!

You check over there.

I'll check over here.

What do I do? What

would David Steele do?

Think, think, think.

[exhales deeply]

Just got to take this

one step at time.

[screaming]

Ow.

Ow. [gasps]

They found me.

[muffled pop music]

Lincoln, we can see you.

Yeah, and you look terrible.

What are you doing out here?

Are you playing spy again?

Lori? Lola? Am I

glad to see you guys.

There's an evil doctor trying

to take over the world,

and his g*ons

captured Gran-Gran.

[laughter]

What are you talking about?

Myrtle is literally

in the limo with us.

Huh?

[laughter]

[together] Go Myrtle.

Go Myrtle, go Myrtle.

- Gran-Gran? You escaped.

Are you catching everyone

up on our wild night?

What's the plan?

- Um, I'm Myrtle.

[chuckles]

- Huh?

- [gasps]

[all gasp]

- [chuckles]

- Imposter.

Please don't hurt me.

Please don't hurt me.

Look, Myrtle

promised me a big tip

if I pretended to be her, so...

You're telling me we've

been buying drinks

all night for some rando?

I would have said

something earlier,

but I just got caught

up in being Myrtle.

It was so freeing.

I just got to say,

you're the most supportive

family I've ever met.

[screams]

So Lincoln's ridiculous

story is true?

Lori, call Pop-Pop

and your father stat.

Mom, nobody makes

phone calls anymore.

It's all about the emojis.

- Just call them!

[knocking]

Flop, Louie, whatever

your name is,

take us to the

island police station

and step on it.

- OK.

But if anyone yacks

on the upholstery,

I got to charge a

$50 upchuck fee.

[tires squealing]

[retches] Oop,

that one was me.

But I'm still charging you.

[tires screech]

We need to see the chief ASAP.

You got him.

Chief Phillipini,

nice to meet youse.

How is he in so

many places at once?

That's not important.

My Myrtle was taken,

and we need you

to get her back chop-chop.

Oh, yeesh. That is a pickle.

But I got to wait 48

hours before filing

a missing persons report.

Hey, if you're looking

to k*ll a little time,

Ceviche and are doing

two nights of improv

at the Chuckle Condo.

Just make sure to lock

up on your way out.

There's a whole lot

of evidence in here.

Oh, I can't believe I

wasn't there to help her.

What kind of fianc am I?

What are we gonna do?

I know exactly

what we have to do.

Huh?

We form an elite spy team

and go into the

jungle to save her.

That's what David

Steele would do.

Lincoln, we are so

not secret agents.

Yeah, Lori can't even catch.

- Ow. Lynn!

- See?

No, but I am,

and I can lead the way.

Besides, we're in the

middle of the ocean.

Nobody's coming, and

we're running out of time.

Who's with me?

- I am.

- Huh?

Lincoln's right.

It's us or no one. I'm in.

[all cheering]

That's a cute idea, guys.

But how are we supposed to

take down an army of henchmen?

Easy, we just need

the right equipment.

[laughs]

Meet me at the hotel business

center in the morning.

[soft dramatic music]

Welcome to my makeshift lab.

It's been tough without

the proper facilities,

but we're making do.

Todd, initiate Protocol Steele.

Affirmative, y'all.

[keyboard clacking]

[together] Ooh.

Is that "David

Steele" issue 479?

Keen observation, brother.

Taking a page from this comic,

I've whipped up a few

devices that should aid

in the kicking of some

serious villain posterior,

street name, butts.

For Leni, lightning

lemonade lipstick

capable of cutting any

and all types of material.

Ooh, a spring shade.

For you, Lily, this

special lollipop.

One lick, and an elephant

will be sleeping for hours.

- [snoring]

- [laughs]

For Lori, a pitching

wedge grappling hook

capable of holding

10,000 pounds.

What's this button

do? [screams]

And for the flower girl,

delicate and

destructive daffodils.

[grunts]

[expl*si*n]

For Luan, a whoopee

cushion filled with Lynn's

post-meatball flatulence.

- Deadly. Wait, how did you...

Hydraulic knuckles for Pop-Pop.

That's the stuff.

And Lincoln, for you,

your David Steele watch

has now been reinforced

with stainless steel

and bulletproof carbon

as well as equipped

with a built in super magnet.

It's only got enough charge

for one use, so use it wisely.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,

what's my device, Lisa?

What's my device, huh?

- Glad you asked, Father.

Whoa, pepper shakers. [gasps]

Do they talk? Explode? Oh,

I bet they're heat-seeking.

[laughs] Ah!

- [imitating engine humming]

- Uh, Lisa.

Don't worry. They're

just electric.

I don't want him hurting anyone,

including himself.

- [making zooming noises]

Dr. Dufu won't

know what hit him.

Let's go save Gran-Gran!

[all cheering]

In you go.

No, no, no, this is all wrong.

I requested a suite

with a king-size bed.

Keep joking, 28.

Dufu will get the

last laugh. [chuckles]

Like he isn't already

laughing at that caterpillar

under your nose.

- It's a timeless look, OK?

- Don't listen to her.

I think it's cute.

- Thanks, Rick.

You always know what to say.

Ugh.

Oh, Myrtle, you just can't

escape this life, can you?

[seagulls cawing]



Come on, guys.

I'm pretty sure

these tire tracks

will lead us right to Gran-Gran.

[all groan]

Wait. The tracks

just end here.

Oh, well that's just great.

We came all this way, and

now we're lost, Lincoln.

[sniffs]

Lip balm, mothballs, and a hint

of those hard caramels

from the gas station.

That's Myrtle. She was here.

[sniffs]

Come on, girl,

what do you smell?

- [barks]

- She's got the scent.

[sniffing]

Huh. The scent goes cold here.

That's it.

That's where they

have Gran-Gran.

In "David Steele" issue 10,

Malice captured

David Steele's nephew

and held him hostage

in a mountain lair.

We just need to find a way in.

Hey, maybe those

guys can help us.

[gasps] Get down.

[yelps]

Howdy, Loudies!

[melodic horn blaring]

[all gasp]

Rented a buggy from the resort.

[revs engine]

Did you hear something?

Fifi, please stop.

Hey, it's that nosy white

haired kid from the boat.

Get him.

- Quick, follow me.

This thing really moves.

Sorry, we're commandeering this.

Hold on to your butts.

[engine revs]

See you soon.

[suspenseful music]

Go, go, go.

[screams]

[chuckles]

Did we lose them?

Coast is clear, Mom.

[together Whoa!

- [laughs]

- [screams]

Cliff approaching.

Hang on, kids.

[all screaming]

[all cheering]

More bad guys!

[all shouting aggressively]

Ugh, so dramatic.

I'll handle this.

[explosions]

[tires screeching]

- [screams]

[together] Huh?

[both growl]

- Ah!

- Mom, look out!

[tires screeching]

[screams]

[tires screeching]

Hmm?

[together] Huh?

Where are we?

This must be the entrance

to Dr. Dufu's secret lair.

Let's go take it to him.

Not so fast, Pop-Pop.

Villain 101, any evil lair

is gonna be heavily guarded.

If we're gonna

breach this place,

we got to do it spy style.

[knocking]

[soft dramatic music]

- [clears throat]

- Huh?

[bright lullaby]

Uh, hello, baby.

Are you lost?

[breathes sharply]

Oh, thanks, but no thanks.

I'm trying to cut

back on my sweets.

[crying]

No, wait, don't cry.

Look. See?

Oh, is that cinna...

Night-night.

Nice work, Lily.

Thank you.

Attention all security staff.

We have ten minutes

until the big launch.

[all gasp]

Also today is Tony's birthday,

so don't forget to sign

his card in the break room.

Guys, we got get

Gran-Gran quick.

Come on.

Look. A directory.

Let's see.

Aha, there's a jail

cell on the 10th floor.

That's where they'll

be keeping Gran-Gran.

It's jailbreak time, baby.

Be careful.

These places are usually

riddled with booby traps.

One wrong step and you...

- Uh, Lincoln.

[tense music]

Dang it.

[alarm blaring]

- Whoa!

- Oh!

That was close.

[gasps] Hey, what gives?

- Are you guys OK?

- We're fine.

We all know where to go.

Let's meet up at the jail cell.

T-minus ten minutes

until launch.

Think, Myrtle, think.

You can't let doofus

fire that rocket.

[gasps]

Free napkins.

Never know when

they'll save your life.

Ah, that's our way up.

But how do we get

those guys out of here?

[all gasp]

[whistling]

Hmm. We work in a nice place.

- I got this one.

- Huh?

Sorry to butt in, Tony.

Hmm, anyone here wear

a men's extra large?

I'm more of a snug medium.

Stop it. [yelps]

Hey, hey, fellas.

You henching hard

or hardly henching?

Hey, it's Tony.

Happy birthday, man.

Oh, thanks. You too.

Hey, wait, my birthday

is next Tuesday,

and the real Tony

would know that.

Uh, I didn't want

to have to do this,

but you left me no choice.

[shaker whirring]

[laughter]

- Ah, ah...

- Yah...

[both sneeze]

Huzzah!

It's OK, kids.

Daddy saved us all.

Hiyah! [laughs]

All right, just a

straight shot to the top.

[bell dings]

Whoa, wait, why are we stopping?

I have an idea.

[together] Whoa!

[bell dings]

[light instrumental music]

Hey, Tony.

Someone's been really putting

away the birthday cake.

[laughs] Yeah,

well, you know me.

Tony can't help himself.

[soft dramatic music]

How are we gonna cross

without them seeing us?

We need to cut the lights.

On it.

- Huh?

- What?

[all screaming]

Stay close. I have

natural night vision.

Get your shoes out of my face.

Get your face out of my shoes.

Oxygen levels waning.

Need air.

[inhales]

Huh?

You know, too much

birthday cake.

My very large, lumpy tummy.

[tense music]

Happy birthday, Tony.

[bell dings]

[together] Tony,

the birthday boy.

Let's all sing happy

birthday to Tony.

One, two, three.

Happy birthday to...

[all screaming]

Hey, I found a flashlight.

Nice. Turn that sucker on.

[all gasp]

Stay perfectly still.

Maybe they don't see us.

Dang it. Run!

[lasers blasting]

Ow!

Shut the door!

[alarms blaring]

Hurry! We can make it!

[lasers blasting]

That's not good.

[all screaming]

[screams]

[lasers blasting]

- Ugh.

- Oh.

[all groaning]

[gasps]

I got you, Lily!

[together] Happy

birthday to you

We gotta lose these guys.

Everybody hold your breath.

Here comes the meatball sub.

[together] You

smell like a monkey

[cushion flatulating]

[people coughing]

Happy birthday, Tony.

Ah, gross.

There must be a clog.

Dibs not fixing it.

- Dibs not fixing.

Ugh. Fine, I'll

get the plunger.

Jeez, lady.

Ever heard of fiber?

On your feet.

We got to transfer you while

we get this cleaned up.

Hey, I said...

[gasps] The pillow ploy.

I keep falling for that.

Got the plunger.

I brought the toilet

brush too just in case.

[dramatic music]

Huh?

[grunts]

OK, where's doofus's rocket?

[blows raspberry]

A tough guy, huh?

Maybe we should try cleaning

that mouth of yours.

[screams] It's one floor up.

[bell dings]

Ah, slow down.

- [panting]

- Ah!



You guys made it! Yeah!

First ones here. We win!

Not a competition, Lynn,

but I love the enthusiasm.

[groans]

[soft dramatic music]

I don't see my Myrtle anywhere.

Guys, something feels off.

My spy sense is going bananas.

[alarm blares]

[gasps]

[dramatic music]

Launch initiated.

I got to disarm this rocket.

[alarm blaring]

Access denied.

Master key required.

Master key required? [gasps]

Now coming to the ring,

fighting out of Topeka, Kansas.

He's 6'7", 320 pounds,

the prince of pummel,

he is...

- Ham Hand.

[laughs]

[growls]

Didn't like your

room, old timer?

A little small for my tastes.

I like to spread my wings.

Now let's dance.

[screams]

[both grunting]

Huh?

Ha!

Hold still.

Ugh.

[gasps]

- [screams]

- [gasps]

[screams]

- [grunts]

- [grunts]

[gasps]

- Aha!

Time for your nap, grandma.

[tense music]

Ham Hand, heads up.

Huh?

Looks like you've

got a clog, Hammy.

[grunting]

Al? Kids!

[together] Gran-Gran.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Don't you worry.

[grunts]

[growls]

- [gasps]

Gran-Gran, look out behind you.

- Huh?

- [laughs]

[all gasp]

- [clapping]

[together] Huh?

[clapping]

There you are, doofus.

It's pronounced Dufu.

[together] Fifi?

Huh?

You don't remember me, Agent 28?

Because I remember you.

The day you ruined my life

will be etched in

my mind forever.

Good news, Roofy Floofy,

there was a hair in

the mashed potatoes,

so we got our sides for free.

- [groans]

I love mashed potatoes.

[alarm blaring]

Rufus?

[dramatic music]

- No!

- Rufus!

[expl*si*n]

Well, that's a shame.

But at least he got

a room with a view.

[gasps] You're Schmoofy Doofy.

Very good, 28.

I stopped your husband

from taking over the world,

and I'll stop you too.

- [laughs]

I never planned to

take over the world.

That was all just a

ruse to get you here.

This is personal.

Roofy Floofy and I had our

whole future ahead of us.

And you snatched

that dream from me

by sh**ting him into space.

I didn't throw your

husband into that rocket.

He tripped and fell.

- Silence.

This is my monologue.

I've been waiting years

to exact my revenge,

and when I saw your little

wedding announcement

in the "Royal Woods

Gazette," I was elated.

I've been studying you

all for months now.

I know who's a genius.

I know who's creepy.

I even know who's

prone to flatulence.

Is it me?

'Cause this one's a

toss-up between Lori and I.

Stop it, Lynn.

But I needed a way to get close,

and I found it

with you, Lincoln.

A wittle boy playing spy.

I knew if I could lure

you into my spy game,

you wouldn't be able to resist.

Wait a sec.

You mean, the boat, the

restaurant, the dune buggy?

It was all a setup. [laughs]

I can't believe I fell for it.

I can.

You're just an

irresponsible child.

I mean, you couldn't

even take care

of a couple wedding rings.

[gasps]

You've led your loved

ones right into my trap.

[phone beeps]

Rocket armed.

You took away my

family, Agent 28,

and now I'm gonna

take away yours.

By launching them into space!

[alarm blaring]

[all screaming]

T-minus one minute until launch.

59, 58, 57...

Au revoir, Louds.

[laughs]

[grunts]

You're not going anywhere.

So just sit back

and enjoy the show.

[gasps]

Hey Hammy, your

bald spot's showing.

What? But wait,

I combed over it.

Hey. [growls]

Whoa! [all gasp]

[grunts]

Now, where were we?

Time for your nap.

Huh?

Hold tight, kids.

If I can get doofus's phone,

I can stop the rocket.

[tender music]

[dramatic music]

I guess you won't

be needing these

since I'll be sh**ting

your fianc into space.

[laughs]

- [gasps]

No!

- [laughs]

Oh, that felt good. Boop.

Toodles. Enjoy the show.

[laughs]

[grunts]

Too slow, doofus.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

30 seconds until launch.

[gasps] Ow.

[both grunting]

Gotcha. [screams]

[grunts]

I need that phone, Fifi.

Never. I must have my revenge.

We don't have time for this.

Give me the phone,

and I'll pull you up.

Come on, you're gonna fall.

- [laughs]

- No!

Three, two, one.

[mountain rumbling]

[alarm blaring]

[crying]

OK, everybody, we need

to conserve oxygen.

[inhales deeply]

Forget that. Suck it down.

[pants]

Oh, what's the point?

I'm never gonna see

my Myrtle again.

[metal clangs]

[gasps] Myrtle!

[grunts]

Oh, thank you.

We're saved. You brought

parachutes, right?

[soft dramatic music]

I'm sorry, Lynn,

I've got nothing.

I don't know if there's

a way back down.

This is all my fault.

Lincoln.

No, Fifi was right.

I'm just a dumb kid playing spy.

I couldn't even keep

track of your rings.

I ruined the wedding

and our lives,

and now we're stuck up

here forever because of me.

[sobbing quietly]

[gasps]

Maybe not.

Once I was on a mission in Minsk

and had to escape

through the toilet

on a Trans-Siberian rail car.

Yah!

Whoa. She just dead

lifted the john.

[grunts]

We can use the septic

tank as an escape pod.

We are still in the troposphere.

If we can seal off the tank,

we just may survive impact.

[all cheering]

There is, however, one problem.

Someone is gonna have to close

the tank from the outside.

You mean...

One of us isn't getting

off this rocket.

I'll do it.

[together] What?

- I got us into this mess.

- Absolutely not.

You're all family.

I'll stay behind.

Myrtle, you're part

of this family too.

No.

I'm not, Al. I

can't marry you.

[together] Huh?

I love you, Al.

I love you all.

But it's like I told Lincoln.

The spy life has consequences.

I thought I could

escape my past,

but it'll always be there,

putting anyone I

care about at risk.

Uh, I don't want to

come off as insensitive,

but we've got to get

this show on the road.

Go.

[somber music]

Whoa. Oh!

I can't do this.

I don't want to live

a life without you.

Oh, my Al.

A gentleman till the end.

I'm so sorry.

[both gasps]

[dramatic music]

[together] Lincoln!

- Whoa!

- Ah!

Goodbye, everyone.

[together] No!

[panting]

Ham Hand is invincible.

[all coughing]

Call the Air

Force. Radio NASA.

Does anyone know an astronaut?

- [sobbing]

[somber music]

[sobs]

Huh?

Rita, Lynn, kids.

I have an idea.

We just need to get back

to the rocket console.

Five layers of love.

Yummy, dum, dum.

[soft dramatic music]

We've established a

connection with my laser,

but I only see one

viable satellite

that can course

correct the rocket.

It's moving fast, so

we've only got one shot.

Aha, right there.

It's the satellite.

Deploying laser.

Yah!

[screams]

[laughs] Behold the

power of science.

[laser pulses]

Huh?

Impact successful.

[dramatic music]

Look, there he is!

Lincoln!

That's my best man.

I'm coming, little buddy.

[grunting]

Ha!

I should have

brought more coffins.

Ow.

[gasps]

[all cheering]

How could that man ever

think he's small potatoes?

He's the biggest potato I know.

[crying]

You... you... you...

Lori, think fast.

Thanks, Lana.

Pop-Pop, you saved me.

Aw, it was mostly Myrtle.

It was her plan to use my laser.

I couldn't have done

it without David Steele

and all of you.

No one in this family goes

at it alone, big brother.

[tender music]

Come on, Gran-Gran.

Get in here.

Really? Even

after all of this?

You heard Lisa.

This family always

sticks together,

even if a super villain and her

army of henchmen are after us.

Maybe I can have a family.

Does that mean...

Let's get married, Al.

- Yes!

- Yay!

[all cheering]

Uh, knock, knock.

You wanted to see me? Ooh. Ah.

I'm not looking. I promise.

Lincoln, that

wedding superstition

only applies to the groom.

I just want to

say, you were brave

to step up for your

family like that.

I'm so proud I get

to be your Gran-Gran.

Oh, I almost forgot.

These are for you.

I'm sorry they're not

the original rings.

They're made out of bamboo.

Oh, thank you.

These are beautiful.

Where'd you get them?

You'd be amazed what

a David Steele watch

is worth on this island.

But Lincoln, it's a collectible.

I know, but someone once told me

that there's more to spy

life than fancy gadgets,

and I think I'm starting to

understand what they meant.

Come here.

Just don't go jumping into

any rockets again without me.

And now I, Willie

of Willie's Weddings

and Wakes, pronounce you, Al,

and you, Myrtle, married.

Psst, the rings.

I knew we could count on you.

[bright music]

I love you, Myrtle dove.

Oh, Al.

[all cheering]

Come on, Gran-Gran!

[bright acoustic music]

It's bouquet time, baby.

Here, use this shrimp

as a mouth guard.

It could get ugly out there.

Use your body, Lori.

Out of the way. Yes!

[laughs] I got it.

X, you came.

Uh, who's X?

My boss.

Nice catch, blondie,

but if you ever tackle me again,

I'll make Bobby Boo

Boo Bear disappear

and have it look

like an accident.

Hold you close in my heart

Even when we're far apart

Where I go you

always follow

No need to worry

about tomorrow

If I fall, you'll

always catch me

We're one Loud house family

Where I go you

always follow

No need to worry

about tomorrow

If I fall, you'll

always catch me

We're one Loud house family

[clears throat]

Me and Ceviche were out

diving for buried treasure

when we found these two clowns.

Consider it a wedding gift.

Weddings always get me.

Knock it off with

the waterworks,

you muscle head.

You're leaking on me.

Oh, oh, oh!

Boy, they're going

away for a long time.

Oh, by the way, thanks for this

fancy new watch. Got

a lot of buttons.

Just take good care of it.

It's a collectible.

Collectible? Consider it sold.

Hey, everyone, let's get a

photo with my new family.

All right.

Let's see those big smiles.

Mission accomplished, Lincoln.

Mission accomplished, Gran-Gran.

Hold you close in my heart

even when we're far apart

Where I go you

always follow

No need to worry

about tomorrow

If I fall, you'll

always catch me

We're one Loud

house family

Where I go you

always follow

No need to worry

about tomorrow

If I fall, you'll

always catch me

We're one Loud

house family