- ♪ 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
This 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 ♪
all: ♪ Loud
House ♪
♪ Loud
Loud House ♪
- Poo-poo.
[upbeat music]
♪
all: 1,797.
[coins clink]
1,798.
[coins clink]
1,799.
[coins clink]
1,800!
[coins clink]
- There it is, g*ng.
1,800 smackaroonies
in the savings jug.
And you know what that means.
all: ♪ We're going
On vacation ♪
♪ We're going
On vacation ♪
♪ We're going
On vacation ♪
- This is a big moment
for the Louds.
We're finally taking
a real family vacation.
Not an overnight
at Aunt Ruth's
or a campout in
the church parking lot...
A vacation vacation.
But getting here wasn't easy.
In a family this big,
a vacation costs
a lot of money.
- Line up for lemonade.
- So we all had
to do our part.
- Oh, no, thank you.
- I said,
line up for lemonade!
- I'll take five.
[coins plunking]
[bills whoosh]
[cash register rings]
- ♪ So many places
I wanna go ♪
♪ But I'll never get anywhere
Without some dough ♪
- Hey, Loud.
I'll pay you just to stop
making that horrible racket.
- Whatever works, dude.
Vacation,
all I ever wanted.
[cash register rings]
[rock music]
- Got it. Dad!
I need three more Lynn-sagnas.
Two with extra sauce.
- Honey, please discourage
special orders.
I'm backed up in here.
[cash register rings]
[coins clink]
Oops.
That was a mushroom.
- [snores]
- Hey.
- Ooh, sorry.
I've been working
a lot of overtime lately.
[cash register rings]
[coins clink]
Whoops.
That was a molar.
- Cinch that with a belt.
Live on the edge
with a polka dot skirt.
Ugh, no, no.
What did I tell you about
wearing socks with sandals?
- Aw, only if they're
colorful or ironic.
[cash register rings]
- All done, Mrs. Parker.
[chiming]
I also do furniture moving
and jar opening.
Keep it in mind.
- Oh, it's my lucky day.
I dropped a jar of pickles
under the sofa.
[cash register rings]
[carnival music]
♪
[children cheer]
[cash register rings]
- Dearly beloved,
we gather today
to say good-bye to Dorothy.
She lived life to the fullest,
whether she was
swimming around her castle,
blowing bubbles,
or eating rocks.
Turns out that last part
wasn't the best idea.
[toilet flushes]
- Thank you.
That was a beautiful service.
[cash register rings]
[bicycle bell rings]
[newspaper thumps]
[alarm blares]
[cat shrieks]
[glass shatters]
[coins clink]
[cash register rings]
[banging toy rhythmically]
[hip-hop music]
♪
- Slay all day, girl.
Whoo!
[cash register rings]
- Thanks to all our hard work,
we saved enough money
for a week at the
Weeping Willow Resort & Lodge
on Lake Michigan.
We're talking bumper boats,
horseback riding,
and 26 flavors of fudge.
all: ♪ We're going on vacation
We're going on vacation ♪
♪ We're going--
- Hey, Louds!
I'll pay you again
to knock off that racket.
- We already have enough money.
- Hello? Road snacks.
- Let's see,
work's taken care of,
Mr. Grouse is keeping
an eye on the house,
Clyde and the McBrides
are taking care of Walt, Geo,
Charles, and Cliff--
- Just a few more things and
we'll all be relaxing in the--
[excited chatter]
- Can't wait to go
horseback riding.
- Why are you bringing
that on vacation?
- You have your sunblock,
I have mine.
- Whoa, guys,
this is too much stuff.
Something's gotta go back.
- How about this humungo bag?
- Absolutely not.
That one's very important.
[bag rattles open]
- Puzzles?
- The bag stays.
[angry chatter]
- [whistles]
Enough.
Stand back and let me work.
- How did you do that?
- Quite simple, really.
I merely used the formula
combining elements
of spatial analysis,
and the basic physics theorems
stating that for every object--
[doors close]
Don't ask if you
don't really wanna know.
- Sorry, kiddo,
we should get a move on.
According to the reviews,
the hotel has a very strict
check-in policy.
If we're not there by 8:00,
they could give away our rooms.
[engine starts]
- Wait!
[whistles]
[frog croaks]
[militaristic music]
♪
- Okay, here we go.
Loud vacation time.
Can I get a "what what"?
all: What--
- Wait!
I forgot Lily's diapers.
Turns out I also forgot Lily.
- Poo poo.
all: ♪ We're going on vacation
We're going on vacation ♪
[festive music]
all: ♪ On vacation
[horn blaring]
- Don't let that old geezer
pass us, Dad!
Floor it!
- Well, it's--it is floored.
It's been floored
the whole time.
Dang show off in his hot rod.
[country music]
- Look. Come on, Dad,
let's get our dignity back.
- I'm right there
with you, L.J.
- Pass, pass, pass.
- Father, this is not
advisable.
Factoring in the angle of our
descent, current wind speed,
and the condition
of this aging heap,
I fear we are going
to wind up--
Nose first in a ditch.
- [gasps, weeps]
My baby, what have I done?
- Stand back
and let me work.
- Wow, nice job, sweetie.
How'd you do that?
- Eh, it was no biggie.
There was a crack
in the cylinder block,
so I just rerouted
the exhaust manifold
past the carburetor, and then--
Don't ask if you
don't really wanna know.
- Wait.
Okay, now we can go.
[horn blares]
both: Dang it.
- Oh, it's so hot.
Dad, can you turn on the AC
before my hair totally frizzes?
[AC flutters]
- Huh, doesn't seem
to be working.
- Ugh, the coolant must have
leaked when we crashed.
Pull over, Pops,
I'll check it out.
- No can do.
Remember, 8:00 check-in.
- well, can someone just
roll down a window?
- Sorry, honey, but if we roll
any of these windows down,
they're not coming back up.
- I know it's hot, but just
pretend you're at the beach.
- In this?
Ugh, no.
- [crunches chips]
Anyone want
a low-cal bean chip?
- Vomit.
- They're delicious.
And supes high fiber.
[fart blows]
- Yes, apparently.
- It was the seat.
See?
all: [groan]
- Now it's not doing it.
- Suffocating.
- [gagging]
- Be strong, kids.
No windows.
[gagging]
It's in my mouth.
all: [gasping for air]
- This is better.
- What?
- [shrieks]
[tires squeal]
[van thumps]
[panting]
Is everyone okay?
- I've been better.
- The good news is, the crash
made the windows go back up.
The bad news is,
now we have no door.
No way I can
reattach this baby.
But I may have a solution.
[crow caws]
- Nice fix, but we still
have a grave situation.
[laughs]
Get it?
[doors close]
[engine starts]
What? Don't set me up if you
don't wanna hear a joke.
- Wait.
- Ah.
[country music]
- Who's ready for lunch?
all: Me, me, me.
- Honey, let's start looking
for a good picnic stop.
- No time.
We're behind schedule.
We'll have to eat in the car.
- I got this.
Sammies coming your way.
Think fast, huh.
- Watch it.
- Ow.
[sandwich thumps]
- Not so hard, dude.
[sandwich whooshes]
- I can't catch.
[chomping]
- Those egg salad sandwiches
were delicious, honey.
Thanks for making them.
- You're totes welcome, Mom.
- Trash back here.
[trash whooshes and thuds]
- Whoops.
- Sorry.
- I can't throw either.
- Weak.
[stomach growls]
- Whoa, guys,
you feeling all right?
I'm not feeling
too good myself.
[stomachs growling]
- Leni, what exactly did you
put in those sandwiches?
- I can't remember.
I made them weeks ago.
- Leni!
- What?
- That can't be good.
- Well, I was so excited
for the trip
I wanted to get
a head start.
all: [moaning and groaning]
- Uh-oh, I think
I'm gonna barf.
- I second that.
- Puke fest.
- Pull over, Dad.
- No time--use a bag.
- Lynn!
- Okay, okay.
[jazz music]
- Oh, my gosh.
- Out of the way.
[hurried chatter,
toilets flushing]
- Leni, you're off lunch duty
until further notice.
- Yeah, let's just round
that up to "forever."
[country music]
- Ha-ha, check out
farmer Speedy.
Not doing much passing now,
are you?
- Lynn, that's not very kind.
Honey,
we should help him.
- Okay, but only if it takes
less than ten minutes.
[dramatic musical flourish]
[dramatic piano music]
- Need a hand with that flat,
buddy?
- Oh, that'd be swell.
The spare is buried
under all these crates.
- Not a problem.
Louds, assemble.
[marching music]
♪
[dramatic music]
[snake rattling]
Last one.
[tire swishes]
Huh, I haven't worked on
one of these babies before.
1920?
- '21.
- 12 banger?
- 16.
- Ha-ha, nice.
[dramatic music]
[door closes, horn blares]
- There. This'll get you
where you need to go.
But keep it under 50.
[wrench clinks]
- Much obliged for
all your help, folks.
Wish I could repay you
in a bigger way,
but how about you take some
of my cherries for the road?
- [gasps]
These are delicious.
- It's all about using
the right manure.
- [croaks]
- Yes, I'm picking up
some horse notes.
- You have a nice day now.
- Okay, g*ng,
let's get back on the road.
all: [gasp]
- Where is Vanzilla?
[horn blares]
all: [screaming]
[dramatic music]
- Ah, you can't take my girl.
[all shouting]
- Well, there goes
our vacation.
[blues music]
- Okay, guys,
I called the cops,
and they're gonna try
to track down Vanzilla.
- I can't believe we're gonna
miss out on the bumper boats.
- And the horseback riding.
- And the fudge--oh, the fudge.
- Hang on, our vacation's
not over yet.
We just need to find
a way to get to the hotel.
- Boom! There's a bus station
right down the street.
- All right.
- We can still do this.
- Oh, wait,
I just remembered...
your wallet and my purse
are both in Vanzilla.
[dramatic musical flourish]
- Open mic contest?
We'll just have
to raise some cash.
And Ol' Ding-a-Ling Loud
has a plan.
- Now, Father, don't be
so hard on yourself.
Anyone could've lost the van.
- What I meant was
"ding-a-ling" as in my cowbell.
[cowbell clanking]
- Ah.
- So he doesn't have his
wallet, but he has his cowbell?
- So both definitions
of "ding-a-ling" apply.
- The Mud Flap Café is pleased
to present the Load family.
[applause]
- Loud!
- The Load family.
[blues rock music]
- ♪ Wanted a family vacation
♪ Just to get out of town
♪ Had it all planned
Packed up the van ♪
♪ Ended up in a ditch somehow
♪ We've got the blues, baby
♪ Those road trippin' blues
all: ♪ Bad, bad news
♪ These seats smell weird
The baby is crying ♪
♪ She's probably mad
we left her behind ♪
- ♪ Road, road trippin' blues
all: ♪ La la la
- ♪ AC broke in Vanzilla
- ♪ The windows
Won't roll down ♪
- ♪ The bean chips of doom
- ♪ They spread noxious fumes
- ♪ Can't breathe
- ♪ I think Mom passed out
- ♪ We got the blues, baby
♪ Those road trippin' blues
all: ♪ Bad, bad news
♪ The dog ran off
The baby's still crying ♪
♪ At least we didn't
Forget her this time ♪
- ♪ Road, road trippin' blues
all: ♪ La la la
♪ It was one big
Family throw up ♪
♪ From the egg salad
Gone wrong ♪
♪ And that's how
All of us wound up ♪
♪
♪ Broke on stage
Singing this song ♪
- ♪ Broke on stage
Singing this song ♪
- ♪ Road, road trippin' blues
all: ♪ Yeah
- Yeah.
- Looks like we got
a ticket to ride, dudes.
- Seven, eight, nine, ten--
Dang it.
Forgot Lily again.
- Goo!
- Oh, so who are we missing?
[electric guitar playing]
all: Luna!
- Oh, gotta pee,
gotta pee, gotta pee.
- Yeah.
- Luna, we're gonna
miss the bus.
- Goodnight, Mud Flap Café!
- We love you, Load!
- Let's save this vacation.
- Huh, I just thought
I was transporting one.
Oh, well.
- Where'd all
the other passengers go?
- Who cares?
We got the bus to ourselves.
- Well, except for him.
- [growling]
- Honey, do you think
there's something strange
about this bus?
- Well, I've never
seen one with shackles,
but it's probably
a safety thing.
- Or maybe it's a prison thing.
- [gasps]
You're right.
Which means that guy
back there is--
- [groans]
- [giggling]
- Cool tattoos, mister.
But I think your tattoo artist
forgot to give
this lady clothes.
Don't worry,
I'll fix it.
- OM-Gosh.
I am totes obsessed
with your bracelets.
Can I try them on?
- Uh, sure.
If you can get 'em off me.
- Stop the bus!
[tires screech]
[ominous music]
- [giggling]
- Chins up, family.
This vacation isn't over.
Surely some good Samaritan
will give us a ride.
Oh, here we are.
- Keep going.
Don't make eye contact.
- Aw, come on!
- Weak.
- It's clear what
the problem is here.
No motorist is gonna
pick up a family of 13.
I suggest we employ a technique
known as "hide the iceberg."
We put our best 10% forward
and conceal the rest.
- Aw, look at that poor lady
and her baby.
Pull over.
children: Yeah!
all: [scream]
- Ah! Ooh.
Hi!
Would you mind pulling over,
please?
all: [screaming]
- [grunting]
- Well, that was a wash.
- Too soon, honey.
- [stomach grumbling]
Uh, excuse me, guys.
I gotta lighten my load.
Whoa, you guys
have to see this.
- Just fill up the hole,
sweetie.
We don't need to see it.
- Not that.
I found our ticket out of here.
Though watch your step.
I also pooped.
[piano flourish]
- Pfft, that thing
will never fly.
- Leave that to me.
I'll have her up
and running in no time.
- Well, even so,
who's gonna fly it?
- How about Lori?
She's been
crop-dusting us all day.
[laughter]
- Excuse me,
I told you it was the seat.
all: Right.
- I can fly the plane.
Pop Pop taught me.
He flew jets in the military.
- Mom, that is so cool.
- That's nothing.
You should see me
pop wheelies in a t*nk, baby.
- [gasps]
Is there anything else
we don't know about you, honey?
Honey?
Rita?
- Some parts were missing
so I had to improvise.
- With a diaper?
- A nighttime diaper.
For extra strength.
I even found some paint
to give ol' shakey a face lift.
And I painted Lori
on the crop-duster.
- Hmph, it doesn't
even look like me.
[heroic music]
- Uh, you sure you know
what you're doing?
Got our whole family in here.
[tires screech]
- Ah! Except Lily.
[groans]
Hey, that one is on all of you.
I'm flying the plane here.
- Mom, you, uh--
see the silo, right?
- Mommy!
- Watch out, Mom!
[dramatic music]
♪
all: [sigh]
♪
- Ban-zilly!
all: Aw.
- Actually, sweetie,
this is an airplane.
- Ban-zilly, Ban-zilly.
- Whoa,
the Chill-ster's right, dudes.
Look, over there!
all: [gasp]
- My baby!
After that car carrier.
- What about our 8:00
check-in time?
- The way your mother flies,
that shouldn't be a problem.
[horn blares]
- Move it, slow-poke.
I'm behind schedule.
♪
"Speed limit
enforced by aircraft"?
Yeah, I'll bet.
Dang it.
If I get one more ticket,
I'll be driving a golf cart.
♪
- Pop Pop taught me how to
handle wise guys like this.
Let's take it to him.
[plane zooms]
♪
- My hi-hat! Bogus.
- My kettlebells. Crud.
- My puzzles!
Ding-dang darn it.
♪
Ah! My baby!
- Yay! Now it's a convertible.
- Man, nothing stops this guy.
- Wait a minute,
we have a crop-duster.
- Ugh, why are you guys
always piling on me?
- Lori, I'm talking
about the plane.
- Ah.
- Get in front of him, Mom!
[heroic music]
Eat hot fertilizer.
♪
- [croaking]
Ah!
Y'all never get me, po-po!
[cheering]
- Flying H!
♪
- Okay, people,
we've got a check-in to make.
Ah--uh, it's okay.
It's just a little scratched.
[frog croaks, mouse squeaks]
- My babies.
I thought I lost you.
- Wouldn't that
have been tragic?
[rustling]
[suspenseful music]
♪
- [giggling]
[country music]
♪
[van thumps]
- It's one minute to 8:00.
We're gonna have to hoof it.
[suspenseful music]
[panting]
Lynn Loud, Sr., checking in.
- Oh, no.
I'm so sorry, Mr. Loud,
but you missed
your check-in time
and we gave away
your rooms.
- But--but--but--but it's 8:00.
- Actually, sir, it's 8:35.
- Ah! My watch stopped.
How did that happen?
My puzzles!
[glass shattering]
Ah, please, can't you
give us another room?
We'll take anything you got.
- I'm so sorry.
The entire hotel is full.
- You don't know
what we've been through.
- I've got a song about it.
- Not now, honey.
- I'd love
to help you folks,
but there's really
nothing I can do.
- But there is something
I can do.
- Farmer Speedy?
- If it wasn't for you guys,
I probably would've missed
the check-in myself.
So the least I can do
is help you folks out.
You're staying with me.
- Well, that's sweet, mister,
but we're a pretty big family.
How would you have enough
space for all of us?
- Oh, not a problem.
I've got the whole top floor.
Let me introduce myself.
I'm Jerry Kling,
the Cherry King.
- [gasps]
What?
I-I cook with
your cherries all the time.
- Well, come on, folks.
Let me show you
to your quarters.
[excited chatter]
- In a tent house.
- Aw, this is very
cherry-table of you.
Up until now,
this vacation was the pits.
[laughs]
- Luan.
- Okay, I'll can it.
[upbeat rock music]
[cheering and laughter]
- Well, honey, we made it.
Our first real family vacation.
- I think we should make
this a Loud family tradition.
[glasses clink]
- [laughs]
I'm free! Whoo-hoo!
[engine shuts down]
Dang it.
[gates clank shut]
[crop-duster farts]
- ♪ 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
03x14 - Tripped!
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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.