06x20 - The Loud Cloud/You Auto Know Better

[bunniefuu]

- ♪ Crashing through the crowded halls ♪

♪ Dodging girls like Ping-Pong ba*ls ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ That's 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.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[alarm rings] - Gah! I overslept!

[grunts]

Mom! Can I get a pick-up from Gus' after school?

- Sure, honey. Just leave a sticky note

reminder for me on the fridge. - Got it.

"Lincoln. Pick-up. Gus'."

[horn honks] - Lincoln, the bus is here.

[door slams] [sticky note rustles]

[ominous music]

[engine revs]

[thunder rumbles, crashes]

[door opens]

[thunder crashes]

- [screams] Take Todd!

- Mom! Why weren't you at Gus'?

I left a sticky note on the fridge.

See? I put it right--

Huh? Where'd it go?

[sighs]

- I am so sorry, sweetie.

You should have called me.

- I did! I left you a message.

[phone beeps] - You have new messages.

- I guess it's been on silent mode

for a while now. [chuckles]

From now on, I promise I won't miss

another one of your sticky notes.

[smooches]

- Okay. There's gotta be a better way.

- Talking to yourself again, I see.

[device beeps, whirs]

Modern solutions for age-old problems.

Ow! Still working out the kinks.

- Modern solutions, huh?

Lis! Wait up! Whoa!

[crash] [groans]

- Greetings, family.

I'm sure you're wondering

why we gathered you here today.

- Who in this family has fallen victim

to Mom's sticky note system?

- [laughs nervously] - Where is this going, Lincoln?

- [laughs nervously] Don't worry.

We have a solution.

We give you the Loud Cloud.

[wondrous music]

all: Ooh!

- It's a family-safe app

designed to organize rides with Mother.

Simply open to request a ride. [app chimes]

Using GPS technology, a route will be created

based on time and distance.

I've already downloaded the app to your devices.

[snorting chuckle]

all: Ooh!

[app trills] - Wow! It works.

Lola requested a ride to the nail salon.

Neat! This is gonna be great.

[overlapping chatter] Thanks, Lincoln.

- Ahem.

- That wasn't just a test, was it?

To the nail salon!

[cheerful music]

[humming] - Pick-up requested.

Lincoln. Royal Woods Middle School.

- Thank you, Loud Cloud.

[camera shutter snaps] [tires screech]

- Lucy. Cemetery.

Leni. Mall. [tires screeching]

Trip completed.

- Wow, I am loving this new system.

- Kids! Dinner's ready!

Tonight we have fettucine Lynn-fredo.

all: Ooh! [all gobbling]

both: Ew.

- What? Let me try this.

What happened? I followed the recipe!

[mysterious music]

See? It says right here.

"Fettucine Lynn-fredo. Add three--"

Uh... "Pounds of garlic."

Wait.

- Uh, Father, that's three ounces.

- Aw, ding-dang-darnit.

I guess I can't always read my recipe cards

through the, you know, stains, grease, and onion tears.

- Maybe you just need a better system.

[upbeat music]

- Whoa. This looks pretty cool.

- Yep. We've added a new feature

to the Loud Cloud.

- You can now upload recipes, start dinner polls,

and even receive meal requests.

- Thanks, kiddos! [app trills]

- Wow, it's already working!

Lola requested a grilled cheese on gluten free whole wheat

with organic heirloom tomatoes. Neat!

- [clears throat]

- That wasn't just a test, was it?

I'll go get the Swiss.

[jazz music]

♪ Ba-da-ba-ba-ba ♪

♪ Loud Cloud is saving the day ♪

♪ Serving up convenience while I serve soufflé ♪

♪ ♪

all: Ooh!

- Oh, wow. This is amazing, Dad.

- Thank you, Luan.

And thank you, Loud Cloud.

- Night, Lis. - Good night.

[gasps]

- We saw what you did for Dad.

Do you think you can add a few more features

to the app for us?

[upbeat music]

- All right, sisters. You can now access

all of your jokes, lyrics,

and miscellaneous pageant materials from the app.

- Out with the old... - In with the fabulous.

[alarm buzzing]

- Warning, low memory. Warning, low memory.

- Well, I suppose all of these new features

take up more space than I anticipated.

Not a problem. I'll just add more memory.

- Memory updated.

[camera shutter snapping]

- Love! Sending these to the clouds.

Did you get them?

[bird caws]

Hello? Cloud? Hello!

- And that's why the butt crossed the road.

[chuckles] Oh, man. This is great material.

I'm gonna upload it to the Cloud.

- It's called "Find my Pal."

It shows me your exact locations,

which means I no longer have to worry

about unclear directions from a certain person.

- What? I was very clear. I said to meet by the tree.

- Which tree, Zach? We were in the forest!

[alarm buzzing]

- Warning, low memory. Warning, low memory.

- Oh, not again.

Hmm. Sorry, need to borrow a few gigs of your memory.

[device beeps, whirs]

You won't even notice, Todd.

- Who is Todd?

- Thank you for joining us, family.

Due to the smashing success of the Loud Cloud so far,

we have decided to expand its capabilities.

Behold! You can now use your phone as a TV remote.

♪ ♪

- Actually, your phone is now a remote for everything.

[toaster pops] [vacuum whirs]

all: Ooh! - Boring.

- [scoffs] Predictable.

[rock music]

- [grunts] Now we're talking, baby!

[cheers and applause]

[together] Technology. Making our lives better.

[app trilling]

[alarms buzzing]

- All right, g*ng. Ready for the mall?

- Starting route. Re-routing.

Turn left up ahead. Then go left.

Then, another left.

- Hmm. Must be avoiding traffic.

- Oh, Mom! I have to show you this dress I made.

What? Ew! These aren't my photos.

- Colleagues, all of the universe's questions

will be answered in the following slide.

[phone beeps]

[indistinct muttering] - [snorts] I know.

Pretty shocking stuff, isn't it?

Ah!

It appears we're having technical difficulties.

BRB!

Something's wrong with the app! Must have run out of memory.

Todd! We have to fix this.

Take us home! - Who are you?

[soft upbeat music]

- Looks like my friends are close.

♪ ♪

Should be right here.

- Oof! And there goes my peace and quiet.

- Huh. Maybe I need a better signal.

[grunting] - Yah!

- [gasps]

- You owe me a boat, Loud!

- For my talent portion,

I'll be performing my acclaimed ribbon dance.

[spooky music] What's happening?

How am I supposed to dance to Lucy's creepy funeral music?

♪ ♪

[laughing nervously]

♪ ♪

- In closing, Bubbles was a good fish.

As per the family's request, he'll be laid to rest at sea.

Cue the funeral music.

[upbeat dance music]

- All right, let's get this dinner started.

Preheating the oven.

[gasps and chuckles]

Whoops. Must have hit the wrong button.

[blender whirring]

[vacuum hums]

Ah! Ooh! [grunts] Rita!

- Head north. Head south.

Head east. - Ah, through here.

Now where are you guys heading?

[cat yowls] [crash]

- Ah!

- Okay, we're getting closer.

A-ha! Here you guys are!

Uh-- - Take a hike, Loud.

- Oh, sorry, Mr. Grouse.

- Ah!

Now you owe me two boats, Loud! [groans]

- This next song goes out to my girlfriend, Sam.

♪ Why did the butt cross the road? ♪

Oh, no! These are Luan's jokes!

- [grunts] Lincoln, there you are.

The app has gone kablooey! - That explains a lot.

What do we do?

- We have to reset the supercomputer

or risk losing everything on the Loud Cloud!

[crash]

[both gasp]

- [screams] The appliances are out of control!

- To my bedroom!

[both panting]

both: Ah!

- Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

- Gah!

- Warning, low memory.

Warning, low memory.

- It's unresponsive! We have no choice.

We have to destroy it.

- What? But we'll lose everything!

- It's our only option to stop this mechanical mayhem.

- Is anyone else seeing green or is it just me?

- Hmm.

[gasps] I know how to destroy this thing.

Be right back.

- Gah! Where is he going?

- Ah! [grunting]

[groans]

- Ah! [thudding]

- Kids!

If you're gonna do something, do it now!

[thudding] [alarms blaring]

all: Phew.

- [whimpers]

[exhales deeply]

- Gah. Looks like we're finally offline.

Fear not, Father,

the rage of the machines has been quelled.

- Yeah! We're celebrating with Flippee's!

- Wait, uh, kids? What about--

[door slams] [groans] Me?

- Mom!

I'm gonna need a pick-up

from the Chortle Portal today.

- Just leave me a sticky note, sweetie.

We're going back to our old system.

- Actually, Lisa and I have a new system

that I think is gonna make all of our lives a lot easier.

- Are you kidding me? - Not again, dude.

[upbeat jazz music]

- I give you a whiteboard.

We can all just write our pick-up requests here.

all: [sigh] - Sigh.

- What a relief. - That'll totes work.

♪ ♪

- Great idea, Larry.

- [groans]

[rock music]

♪ ♪

[bell dinging] [rat squeaks]

- [chuckles]

How're you doing up there, Hops?

- [ribbits]

- My bad, bud.

I didn't mean to hurt your little frog butt.

Ol' Red doesn't ride like she used to.

[clangs] - [ribbits]

[tires screech]

[heavenly music]

Whoa!

♪ ♪

all: Wow! - Cool!

♪ ♪

- Man, that bike is perfect for us.

[gasps] bucks?

How many years' worth of allowance is that?

[sighs] There's no way we could ever afford it.

- Incoming!

[both gasp] - Whoa! [grunts]

- [groans] Sorry about that, Lana.

I sweat a lot when I ride.

And sometimes my hands slip off the brakes.

- Don't worry, Flynn.

It's nothing that wrenchy and I can't handle.

[rock music]

♪ ♪

And finished.

- Wow. That was awesome!

Here, let me give you some of my allowance.

Well, see you in class tomorrow.

- [gasps] Hops! I know how we can get that bike!

There's gotta be other people in town

who need their rides repaired.

We can do mechanic work for money!

- [ribbits]

- I even know where we can set up shop.

- [ribbits] - Our garage.

It's perfect, huh, Hops?

- [ribbiting]

- I know, I know.

We gotta share the space with everyone else in the fam.

But we'll make it work. - [ribbits]

[car honks] [gasps]

[soft dramatic music]

[tires screech]

♪ ♪

Ugh, Lisa!

- [grunts] David Steele to the rescue.

[grunting] Ah!

[crash] [both scream]

- [grunts]

[wrench clicking]

[music playing loudly]

[screams]

[sputters and sighs]

[coins clink]

This is not working, Hops.

We're never gonna make enough money here.

- [ribbits]

- Not a bad plan, my frog man.

♪ ♪

- [ribbits]

- Whoa.

Giant door, old motor oil stain,

spare tires.

Wait...

does Flip have a garage?

- Eh, that depends on who's asking.

You ain't working for Big Bill's

underground muffler ring, are you?

- Not really sure what any of that means,

but I'm just looking for a garage

to do some repairs.

- This used to be one.

But it ain't available

on account of it bein' Nacho's raccoon cave.

[video game music playing] - Ugh!

[snarls]

- [sighs] Thanks anyway, Flip.

I guess we'll have to find another place to make money

for that new bike.

[cash machine dings] - Bike money, huh?

Wait! Hey, hold your horses, there.

- Ah! [squeaking]

[snarls]

- The garage is all yours, Loud, under one condition.

You gotta cut ole' Fliperooni in on the profits.

I'll even teach you my Phillipini tactics

for a better business.

Deal?

- Deal, partner.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

- [snickers]

- What's the problem, Mr. Spokes?

[buzzing] - It's the strangest thing.

My car's been making this weird buzzing sound.

- [exhales] Hmm.

[gasps] Hmm.

[grunts and gasps]

It's honey.

[bees buzzing]

- [screaming]

- Eh, that'll be for parts, for repairs,

for the cold compress, for the calamine lotion,

and... for our bee fee.

- Bee fee? But we don't have a--

What's the deal with that bogus fee?

- It's not bogus. It's business.

So calm down, lil' chief.

[suspenseful music]

- [ribbits]

[tires screech]

- My hog's on the fritz.

Me and Bernie were drag racing

around the Sunset Canyon lot and it seized up.

[tires squealing] Eat dust, Bernie!

[laughs]

[crash]

- No worries, Scoots.

We'll get her back up and humming in no time.

- Good, 'cause the open road is calling

and Mama needs to answer.

Ah! - [coughs]

[scooter rattles]

Looks like the fan belt is shredded.

We're gonna need to get a new one.

- Hey, I got a better idea.

This costs us nothing and we can still charge Scoots

for a new fan belt.

Pure profit.

- I don't know, Flip. That sounds kind of unfair.

- Listen, kid,

I've been doing this since before you were born.

You just worry about the fixy stuff,

and I'll handle the rest.

Now, get to it.

♪ ♪

[tools clattering]

[engine rumbling]

See? Works just fine.

Always listen to your pal Flip.

- [gasps] - [groans]

- Your chain is rusted through.

- Ugh, that's all Mer-bear.

I told her we need to stop off-roading.

- [chuckles]

- Anyhoo, just give us a buzz when she's ready for pick-up!

We'll be riding our spare in the meantime.

Ta-ta!

[bell rings] - Huh?

Flip, stop!

[crash] - Whoo.

Well, the dang pedals are broken on this thing too.

- What? No, they're--

- Told ya. Charge them for those too.

[both chuckle]

- Um, Flip, aren't we just ripping them off?

- Heck no. I'm doing them a favor.

Those pedals were gonna fall off

sometime in the next, uh, ten to years.

- But, Flip--

- Look, we got a good business going here.

You want that new bike or not? [coins rattle]

[crowd murmuring]

[energetic music]

- Thank you, my good man.

[all gasp] - Wow.

[tires squeal]

♪ ♪

- [ribbits] - [gasps]

- [snoring]

[car honks]

[kids fighting] - How's it going, Mr. Fox?

- [strains] - [indistinct snarling]

- Get off of me! - Oh, you know.

The missus and I are taking the quintuplets

to Dairyland today and wanted to get

the tires rotated before our trip.

- We can handle that for you.

- Great. Everyone out!

[crashing and clamoring]

[whistle blows]

We'll be back in a bit.

[clattering]

- Flip, what are you doing?

Mr. Fox asked for a simple tire rotation.

- Hey, I got a feeling

that after their little trip to Dairyland,

Foxy's gonna need some new spark plugs.

- Why's that?

- 'Cause he ain't got any.

Now we just gotta put in some temporary replacements.

- Wait, you can't do that.

Use this beef jerky instead.

It'll fit better and look more like spark plugs.

[splat]

- Hey, good call, partner.

- , , !

We officially have enough for the bike, Hops!

It will be mine.

[chuckling] Oh, yes. It will be mine!

[laughs]

[engine knocking]

- Something's seriously wrong with the van.

It--it smells like... [sniffs]

Burnt beef? Oh.

Sorry, g*ng.

Don't think we're making it to Dairyland today.

[all crying]

- Oh, man. That's all my fault.

- The Scoots is loose! [screams]

[crash] - And that too.

[all crying] - Hey there, Foxes.

Let me take a look at that van for you.

Yeah, you got a spark plug issue.

- Oh, great.

I guess I'm paying for more repairs, now.

Sorry, kids, pizza dinner is off this Friday.

[all crying]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- I'll buy you new spark plugs.

- Really? Why?

- [sighs] Long story short, I took some bad advice.

But I want you to go to Dairyland today

and have pizza on Friday.

Just bring the van by Franklin Avenue.

[all straining]

I'll buy you a new fan belt too, Scoots.

- Make it snappy!

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Okay, the Foxes are off to Dairyland

with new spark plugs,

Scoots is coming by to get her new fan belt put in,

and you left voicemails for Mr. Spokes,

Cheryl, and Meryl, right, Hops?

- [ribbits]

- Perfect. Once we fix everything,

we'll work on getting that new bike the right way.

No more dishonesty.

- Hey, I thought we were partners!

I showed you how to fleece that clown-haired guy,

cheat that scooter gal, and lie to those twinsies.

And this is how you repay me?

all: Ahem.

- [laughs nervously] - Get him!

- Ah!

- You're not gonna get away with this!

- ♪ 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 ♪