01x11 & 01x12 - Hand-Me-Downer/Sleuth or Consequences

[bunniefuu]

[video game music]

♪

[giggling and chatter]

- ♪ I'm washing my face ♪

♪ 'Cause it makes me feel
so beautiful ♪

- Hey, look.

I'm at a floss for words.
[laughs]

- I brush my hair
exactly times a night

to keep it beautiful.

, , .

- Hey, Leni, how old
was that boy that asked you out?

- .

, .

- Hey,
I had the toothpaste first.

- No, I did.
- Keep your spooky hands off it.

[upbeat music]

♪

- I'll take that.
- Hey, learn to share.

- Space, the final frontier.

As you might imagine,
with ten sisters,

space is limited.

[laughter]

Everywhere you go,

you've got
to deal with the crowds.

But being the only boy
in the family comes with a perk.

You hear that?
Me neither.

While my sisters all have
to share bedrooms, I get my own.

Sure, it's just
a converted linen closet,

but it's my own space,

my own little oasis
in the sands of the Loud house,

and I wouldn't give it up
for the world.

[thud]

- You're always
Miss Gloom and Doom.

Like, would it k*ll you
to smile once in a while?

- It would.
- What's going on?

- Lucy and Lynn
are going at it again.

- I'd make a joke
about fighting,

but I can't think
of a good punch line.

[laughs]
Get it? Get it?

- Human subjects seem to be
proving Charles Darwin correct.

- I can't bear to watch.
- I mean, really?

- That's better.

- I'd hate to get
in the middle of this one.

- I totally agree.

- Sharing a room with you.
- I mean, really--

- Another perk
to having my own room?

I don't have to get involved.

[knocking]
[sighs]

Hey, Lynn, what's up?

- There's no way
I'm staying in the same room

with the Duchess of Darkness.

Can I bunk
in your bedroom tonight?

- Uh, I'd say yes,

but it's not really a bedroom,
per se.

There's barely enough space
for me--tiny, small, cramped.

- Ugh, I guess I'll just go
sleep in the bathtub.

- That's a great idea.
Problem solved. Good night.

Ahh.

[sighs]

All right, you can stay
but just for one night.

- Thanks, Lincoln!
- Ah!

- Two for flinching.
[laughs]

- It's just for one night.

What's the worst
that could happen?

Okay, we'll have
to establish a few ground rules.

One, keep your hands
off my...

stuff.

As I was saying--

- Pew, pew, pew.

- Let's just set this down.

Careful.

Please, don't.

Bunbun!
[Bunbun squeaks]

You okay?
Did the mean girl hurt you?

- You know, I'm noticing

a complete lack of balls
in this room.

No soccer balls, no footballs,

no baseballs, no balls.

Good thing I brought my own.

- [yawns]
Would you look at the time?

Let's just turn in
and get this night over with.

- What do you mean?

It's still early,
and you have a fun new roommate.

- Yeah--
- Lucha Libre.

- I can't see anything.

- It's Lunatic Lynn
off the third turnbuckle.

- What? What?
I can't hear anything either.

[festive Latin music]

[grunting]

[groans]

- One, two, three,
you're out.

Yeah, Lunatic Lynn
is el campeón del mundo.

- Can we just go to sleep?
There's less pain involved.

- Not when you're
a sleep fighter like me.

- Ah!

- Two for flinching.
[laughs]

- [sighs]

[door opens]

[dull thud]

[dull thud]

- What are you doing?
- What?

It helps me fall asleep.

- Well, it doesn't help me.
Can you knock it off?

- [farts]

- Ugh, Lynn!

- Dutch oven!
[laughing]

- [gasping]

- Good night, Lincoln.

- Good night.

- [snoring]

[bird chirps]

- [screams]
- [gasps]

Lincoln,
what are you doing?

- Getting my room back.

- Morning, Linc.
Wet's up?

[laughs]

- Mmm,
what a great night's sleep.

You look terrible.

- Thank you for staying...
- Hey.

- At Chateau Lincoln, where we
have a one-night maximum stay.

Thank you.

- What are you doing here?
- What am I doing here?

[crashing]

- Get out.
- What do you mean, get out?

Fine, I'll just stay
in Lincoln's room again.

He's a way cooler roomie,
anyway.

- But--

Lucy, please make up
with Lynn.

- I'd rather wear pink.
- But--

[sighs]

What do I do, Clyde?
I can't just kick her out.

She is my sister,
but she's invaded my space.

- Can you blame her
for staying, Lincoln?

You're just
too good a roommate.

- But what if
I was a bad roommate?

I've got a plan.

- Wait,
but we still have school.

- Right, I'll just
execute my plan after school.

- Lincoln?

- Hey, Lynn,
want to hear my new poem?

It's called "Space."

Space: deep, black, endless,
like my heart.

Space, mine invaded,
torn apart.

This is the real me, Lynn.

I can understand if you don't
want to be my roommate anymore.

- Oh.

[laughing]

Oh, that is the best impression
of Lucy ever.

You are so funny, roomie.

- [coughs]
- [laughs]

[snoring]

- Campeón del mundo,
Loco Lincoln!

- [screams]

- One, two, three, you're out!

Yeah! Rah! Whoo!

- Hey, that's cheating.

I like the way you think.

[laughs]
- [sighs]

- [snoring]

- [farts]

Dutch oven!

- [screams]
- [laughs]

- That is it.

You really are
the best roommate ever.

I'm moving in permanently.

[snoring]

[water running]
[screams]

[dull thudding]

- Sigh.

- Good morning, Lucy.

- Ball?
What ball?

- [gasps]

Oh.

- Good morning, Lynn.

- [gasps]
Book of Lucy's poems?

What book of Lucy's poems?

- I know
they miss each other.

I just need to figure out a way
to get them to make up.

- Nothing brings two opposites
together like a nice dinner.

Good food,
good conversation,

romance is in the air.

- Romance?
- Huh?

Oh, I was just daydreaming

about a date
with your sister Lori.

What were you saying?

- That's a great idea, though,
minus the romance.

They'll be so caught up
in dinner

that they'll forget
all about the fight, make up,

and I'll get my room back.

Time to
execute my plan.

After school, right.

[mischievous music]

♪

[lounge music]

[crickets chirping]

- [coughs]

both: I'm glad you finally
want to apologize to me.

What? Me apologize to you?

You're here to apologize to me.

- What?
- You are absolutely crazy.

- Are you crazy?
Absolutely not!

- I don't understand why
you think this is my fault.

- I mean, really.
- You are absolutely wrong.

- Just respect the space.

- Yikes, I'd sure hate to get
in the middle of that.

- Yeah,
but sometimes you have to.

- It's just ridiculous.

- I'm not the one
who started it.

You're the one who started it.
- Please.

- Don't even get me started.

- Hold it!

Guys, I made this dinner
so that you two would make up.

- You did this?
- Why?

- Because I realize that
even though it must be tough

to have to share a space
all the time,

I know you miss each other,

but you're just too stubborn
to admit it.

- I guess I do
have trouble sleeping

without a ball banging
against the wall.

- And I guess I do
miss hearing you sigh heavily

as you write your poems.

- See?
Now, you two make up,

because if I have
to spend one more night

with Snore-zilla over here,
I'm going to go insane.

- Ha, nice throw.

- You like that?

[laughs]

- Ha. Ha.

[menacing music]

- Uh-oh.

[laughter]

[upbeat music]

- Welp, I'm outskies.

- Yeah, it's way
pasta our bedtime.

[all sigh]

[both sigh]

- So I can move back in?

- Nothing would
make me happier.

- Two for flinching.

Dang, it never works on you.

- I'm glad we made up,

but there's no way
we can sleep here tonight.

[ominous music]

both: Lincoln?

- Space, the final frontier.

Sure, I'm lucky enough
to have a room to call my own,

but in the Loud house, we all
know when we need to share...

[both snoring]

But just for one night.

Buenas noches.