- ♪ 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 got to do
what he can to survive ♪
- ♪ In the Loud house ♪
♪ In the Loud house ♪
- ♪ Duck, dodge, push,
and shove ♪
♪ 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 ♪
- ♪ Loud Loud Loud ♪
♪ Loud house ♪
- Poo-poo.
♪ ♪
- Welcome back to the Little
Miss Royal Woods Pageant
Up next, we are kicking off
the talent portion
with Lola Loud
and her famous ribbon dance.
♪ ♪
- It's Lola.
- Go Lola, Go Lola!
[cheering]
- Notice how the ribbon
never touches the floor.
Sign of a real pro.
- How would you define
true beauty?
- To me, true beauty means
having big hair
and an even bigger heart.
all: Aww!
- Yes, perfect balance
of sap and sass.
- Okay, how do you
know this junk?
- Do you seriously not remember
when I was
the twins' pageant coach?
Shh! They're announcing
the winner!
- And your next
Little Miss Royal Woods is...
[all gasp]
You guessed it...
[all gasp]
Lola!
- What?
[cheering]
- Ohh, we are
so proud of you, sweetie.
- Thanks, you guys.
It was nothin'.
- I have some exciting news,sweetie.
Winning this title
qualifies you
for the Little Miss
Southeastern Michigan Pageant!
- What? A regional pageant?
I--I've never competed
at that level before.
- Pack your bags, 'cause it's-a
coming up next weekend!
- Wow!
- Next weekend?
Ugh, I have my pastry workshop.
- And I have
my dental conference.
- But--but it's my first sh*t
at the big time.
- Are you looking at me?
I can feel you
looking at me.
Uh, look, no offense,
but being a pageant chaperone
isn't really how
I planned to spend my weekend.
- What if we threw in
a spa package? Hmm?
- You literally have a deal.
- [laughs] Thanks, Lori!
Lola Loud, checking in
for Little Miss
Southeastern Michigan.
Hi, I'm Lola.
Isn't it exciting
to be competing
in the big leagues? [laughs]
- Well, not as exciting
as nationals last year.
But it could be fun.
- Hi, I'm Chinah,
with two Hs.
- She holds the record
for the most titles won
before age seven.
- Oh, that's nothing.
Jackie here does
toothpaste commercials.
- And my name is Claudette.
- Whoa!
Are those sequins
French crystal?
- Oui. All of my gowns
are made in Paris.
And yours?
- [laughs nervously]
- Come on, Lola,
I got our room key.
- [chuckles] Oh, darn.
Gotta run.
Okay, okay, stay cool, Lola.
Just 'cause these girl
shave fancy dresses,
shiny teeth and names
with extra letters
doesn't mean you can't
compete with them. [laughs]
[groans]
- [struggling efforts]
Ah, ah, ah! Ahh!
[crashing]
[grunts]
Well, good luck
at rehearsal.
Not that you need it.
- Thanks, sis!
Enjoy your spa day!
- Uh, believe me,
I will.
[spine cracks]
What do you mean you're full?
Can't you please squeeze me in?
I'll take your worst masseuse.
- Hmm, I'm afraid
Greg's booked too.
We had, like, pageant moms
request deep tissue.
- [sighs] Yeah, I get that.
It's okay. I'll just
try again tomorrow.
[cracking]
- Ow, Greg! That's my spleen!
- Next up, talent.
Jackie, let's see
your gymnastics routine.
- Oh, [laughs] tumbling.
Cute.
- And there she goes!
Giant swing move
with a full release.
She spins degrees
and then a half turn
with a glide jump
and a handstand.
- [sighs]
- Eh, not my best.
- Next up, we have
Lola performing...
oh, uh, a--a ribbon dance.
Cute.
- [chuckles softly]
[groans]
Ahh!
[crashing]
[grunts]
- What is the single most
significant event
in human history?
- Great question.
It depends whether we approach
from a socioeconomic
or geopolitical perspective.
- Ahh! Excuse me.
excuse me!
- Oh, hey, beauty queen.
How were rehearsals?
Did you k*ll it?
- Uh, yeah. [laughs nervously]
You know it!
Crown's in the bag.
Uh, I'm just gonna go
steam my pores for tomorrow.
[inhales, exhales deeply]
[dialing]
- Lola! What's wrong?
[gasps]
Did your hair fall flat?
- No, it's not my hair.
It's the other contestants.
They're...um...eh...
[whispering inaudibly]
- What was that?
- They're...better than I am!
What if I don't win?
What if I lo--lo--
[stomach rumbles]
[retches]
I can't even say it
without getting nauseous!
- Lola, you're not
going to lose.
You're a pageant powerhouse.
Now make sure you get
to bed early tonight.
You don't wanna wake up
all puffy-eyed and blotchy.
- Yeah, yeah.
[mischievous music]
Or do I?
- [yawns]
Ah! [gasps]Lola!
What happened?
- [coughs]
I don't know. I do feel
a little under the weather,
but the pageant must go on.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You are clearly sick.
I'm so sorry, Lola.
I know how much
you wanted to compete,
but you just can't.
- [sighs] That's all right.
I'll get over it.
Someday.
Well, enjoy the spa!
- Psh, forget the spa.
I am staying right here.
Maybe a fun sister day
will help cheer you up.
- What?! No!
You don't have to do that.
- I know I don't have to.
I want to.
Now, sit tight. I'm gonna hit
the gift shop for supplies.
[giggles]
- [groaning]
- I'm back!
[gasps] Oh, good!
The flowers
and balloons arrived.
First up, mani-pedis.
I got coral and sea foam.
You get first pick.
- Whoa, these are
the fancy brand.
- What's money when
you have a sick sister?
- Ugh.
- Room service, I'd like
two chocolate chip cookies.
Warm, please, with your
coldest milk.
- But those cookies
are $ . each!
- What else am I gonna do with
my really hard-earned
babysitting money?
And the winner of
the Little Miss Unsightly
Skin Rash Pageants is...
Miss Lola Loud!
♪ Oh, Little Miss Unsightly
Skin Rash ♪
♪ Da, da, da, da, da ♪
- [crying]
- Lola! What's wrong?
Is your condition
getting worse?
- No, I don't have a
condition...
unless you count being
a terrible person.
I'm not really sick.
I faked all this with makeup
to get out of the pageant.
[sniffles]
- But why?
I don't understand.
- Well, I've never competed
at this level before,
and the other girls
are really talented.
I couldn't stand the idea of
lo--lo--lo--
[retches]
- Losing?
- Yeah, that thing.
I'm sorry I lied.
I understand if you're mad.
- Actually, Loles, I'm not.
- Really?
- No, I get it.
I almost skipped homecoming
because I was worried
I wouldn't win queen.
But in the end,
I sucked it up,
put on my dress
and went anyway.
And I'm so glad I did.
- But I thought Carol Pingrey
won homecoming queen.
- Oh, she totally did.
And it definitely hurt
at first.
But if I hadn't gone,
I would've missed out
on an amazing night.
The competition is going to get
tougher as you get older.
But you can't let it
stop you from--
- Doing what makes me happy?
- Exactly! So what do you say?
You still wanna do this thing?
- Yes. But it's too late.
The pageant starts
in ten minutes
and look at me,
I'm complete disaster.
- Don't worry.
I'm calling an expert.
[phone dialing]
- Okay, Lori,
grab a makeup wipe--the one
with the green tea extract.
We don't need to be
irritating the skin right now.
- One with green tea extract.
Check.
- And start warming up
the curling iron
while you're at it.
Ugh! The one inch barrel,
not the three quarters!
Have you ever heat styled
before, woman?
- Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the Little Miss
Southeastern
Michigan Pageant.
♪ Beautiful girls
I'm talkin' 'bout ♪
♪ The beautiful girls ♪
♪ Just crazy for
the beautiful girls ♪
- Go get 'em, Lola!
- Remember:
eyes forward, chin up,
tushy clenched.
- Let's meet our contestants.
♪ Let's hear it for
these beautiful girls ♪
[cheers and applause]
Lola Loud
and her ribbon dance.
[upbeat music]
[cheering]
♪ ♪
- It's like she's
one with the ribbon.
- Literally.
- As partial as I am
to a sparkly tiara,
I'd have to say that a girl's
most important accessory is
her brain.
[cheering]
- Oh, good answer!
- Yes!
- So good.
- Ladies and gentlemen,
the results are in.
Can we please bring out
all our
♪ beautiful girls ♪?
[cheers and applause]
The second runner up
to Little Miss
Southeastern Michigan is...
Claudette!
[cheers and applause]
The first runner up is...
Jackie!
[cheers and applause]
- Oh, my gosh. One left.
I could win!
I could still...
- And your next Little Miss
Southeastern Michigan is...
Chinah!
[cheers and applause]
♪ She's Little Miss
Southeastern Michigan ♪
- Loles! Way to go!
- You were so great, Lola.
- Congratulations, Chinah!
- Great job, Chinah!
- Chinah!
- Ah, you done good
out there, sis.
- Your best work since
last fall's
Little Miss Fusion Cuisine
Pageant.
- Thanks, guys.
You were right, Lori.
Even though I lo--lo--
[exhales]
didn't win,
I'm really glad I did it.
- Nice job, Lola.
We're gonna have to watch out
for you next year.
- Speaking of next year,
Lola, I think we should
add some tumbling moves
to your ribbon dance.
I'll--
- Good-bye, Lincoln.
Now come on, you and I
are going to hit the spa
for some well-deserved
pampering.
Word of advice, though:
do not ask for Greg.
[upbeat rock music]
♪ ♪
- Kids, let's go!
You're late for school.
[rumbling]
[door slams]
[cowbell rattling]
Whoo!
- Oh, lookin' good, sweetie.
- Thanks, honey. I'm ready to
ring in the funk at Cowbella.
Two days of nothing
but cowbell music.
Can you imagine?
- Not in a million years.
I hope you and Kotaro
have a wonderful time.
'Could you guys do me a favor
and drop Lily
at daycare
on your way?
I've got my hands full today.
- Bah bell!
- That's right, sweetie.
Ahh, watch the drool.
[chuckles]
It rusts.
Come on, K-Dog. Don't wanna
miss the Red Hot Bell Peppers.
[phone chimes]
[gasps]
[dialing]
[phone line trilling]
- Hi, honey. What's--
- Emergency!
Daycare is closed for the day.
The Koch kid
flushed a diaper
down the toilet again
and flooded the place!
Can you come home
and watch Lily?
- Oh, honey, my day is packed.
The Fox quintuplets are all
getting their cavities filled
and we only have enough gas
for four of them.
- Wh-what?
- Oops.
Don't worry about that,
sweetie.
- How about I drop Lily there?
Huh?
I'm sure she'll be fine
around all those
sharp dental tools.
- I think you're gonna
have to skip
the music festival today.
- Ohh!
- I'm sorry, honey.
You can still go tomorrow.
Gotta run, okay?
Good luck.
- [sighs] Okay, Lily,
Daddy needs
to call Uncle Kotaro
and cancel Cowbella.
I'll try not to
hold it against you.
I mean, it's not technically
your fault.
Maybe I don't need to cancel.
Hello, Mr. Grouse!
Lovely day, isn't it?
- It'd be a whole lot better
if my gout wasn't flaring up.
- Ahh, cool, cool.
Uh, say, how would you like
to spend this beautiful day
at my house, babysitting this
adorable ragamuffin, huh?
- Goo-goo.
- I don't know anything
about babies, except
they don't like me.
- Oh, no,
there's nothing to it!
And Lily'll love you.
Heck, she already does,
don't you, Lily?
- [cries]
- See? Tears of love!
- Nice try, Loud. I'm not
running a kennel here.
[door opens]
- I'll make you a lasagna.
[door slams]
- Ten lasagnas.
- Three.
- Seven.
both: Five. Deal!
- Here's everything you need.
Call me if there's
any problems.
[horn honks]
- Hey, Lily.
Hi, Mr. Grouse.
You ready to ring
it and ding it, Lynn?
- You bet your bells I am!
[cowbells clanging]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
How 'bout ringin' it
and dingin' it
in the van, there, pal?
- Cool.
Mwah. Bye, honey.
Be good for Mr. Grouse.
Whoo!
[tires screeching]
- It's just you and me, kiddo.
How are we gonna
spend the day?
- Poo-poo.
- Ah, that's not
what I wanted to hear.
[cowbell-based rock music]
♪ ♪
[cheering]
[cell phone rings]
- Oh, excuse me, ah, pardon me.
Ow, ow.
[phone ringing]
- Loud, your daughter
won't stop crying.
I turned off my hearing aid,
but I can still hear.
You gotta come home.
- Now, now, Mr. Grouse,
no need to panic.
It's just an easy fix, okay?
Just speak to her
with a British accent.
- Oh, yeah, I could do that.
Or you could just
get your butt back here.
- [stammers] Give it a try.
I'll--I'll guide you
through it, okay?
[with English accent]Cheerio!
Jolly good! Pip pip!
- This is ridiculous.
Cheerio. Jolly good.
I forget the rest.
- [laughs]
- Oh, there you go!
You're a natural!
- I wouldn't mind another
lasagna for my troubles.
- You got it!
[inhales deeply]
[playing cowbells]
- Whoo!
[phone rings]
Loud! Your crazy daughter
won't stop
throwing her toys at me!
- [grunting]
- I'm not doing this anymore!
- No, no, no, hold on!
No need to overreact.
Uh, this is just
Lily's midday cranky time.
Try doing pratfalls.
Always works for me.
- [grunting]
- Fat chance, Loud!
At my age, if I go down,
I stay down.
- Ahh--what if I throw in
another lasagna?
- And I'm fallin'.
- [grunts]
- Ohh! [groans]
- [laughs]
- Hey! Lily sounds good.
- Yeah, better than me.
I landed on some jacks.
- Cool, cool.
- [playing cowbell]
[phone rings]
- Aww!
- Loud, your kid won't eat
anything I give her.
I'm done.
You need to get back here.
- Ah, easy, Mr. G.
She's just fussy.
I keep some homemade peach
puree in the fridge
for times just like this.
- Ahh, homemade peach puree,
why didn't you say that
in the first place?
- [sniffs]
[munching happily]
- Whoa! She gobbled that
right up!
- Ha, that's a relief.
Oh, and speaking of relief,
it's my turn.
- Ahh, for Pete's sake, Loud!
Hang up!
[both hooting and hollering]
[cowbell-based rock music]
[phone rings]
- Ugh, ding dong dang it.
Okay, Mr. Grouse.
You win.
I'm on my way home.
- What? Why?
Everything's swell.
- I--but--it is?
- You bet!
We're having a gas.
I was just calling because
the little tike
spit up on my shirt.
You mind if I borrow
one of your sweaters?
- Oh! Not at all.
- good, 'cause I already did.
- [cooing]
- I won't bother you again,
Loud.
Enjoy your silly bell thing.
- Should I get the van?
- Bell no.
We're good for
the rest of the day.
- Sweet!
[tires screech]
- Whoo-hoo!
- Whoo-hoo! I can't wait
for tomorrow!
- Me neither, K-dog.Day two!
[cowbells rattling]
- Here you go, Mr. Grouse.
Seven trays of lasagna,
as promised.
Looks like this worked out
bell for both of us.
[laughs]
- [grunts]
- Dada. Dada!
- [chuckles softly]
No, no, no,
that's Mr. Grouse, sweetie.
I--I'm Dada.
- Dada! Dada!
- Aww, isn't that cute?
She thinks I'm Dada.
- Yes, yeah,
downright adorable. [laughs]
- Dada! Dada!
- Okay, sweetie.
That--that's enough of that.
- Dada! Dada! Dada! Dada!
- [gasps] What have I done?
[whimpering]
- Honey, are you okay?
How was your day with Lily?
- I have a confession to make.
I went to Cowbella
and left her with Mr. Grouse.
- [gasps] Lynn!
- Ah, before you get mad at me,
I'm already paying for it.
Lily got along so well
with Mr. Grouse--
[gasps]
And now she's calling him Dada.
[crying]
- Oh, honey.
Lily is just getting
used to words.
She probably doesn't know
who any of us are yet.
- Do you think so?
Maybe I'm overre--
- Mama! Mama! Mama!
- [sobbing]
I lost her.
- We need to work
on your timing, sweetheart.
Okay, kids, let's go!
[rumbling]
[door slams]
Honey, we're off!
I just called the daycare
and they're open.
Can you drop Lily off
before Cowbella?
- That's a negative.
I'm not going to Cowbella.
I have something more important
to do today:
win my daughter back!
[blows raspberry]
- Win her back? Lynn, you're
making too much of this.
- Oh, it's easy for you to say.
She still loves you.
Okay, Lily, time for Operation
Remind You I'm Your Daddy
and That Guy Next Door
is Just an Old Coot
With a Bad Lasagna Addiction.
[with English accent]
"And the pig and the goat
"lived happily ever after.
The end."
Bob's your uncle.
Grouse isn't your father.
Pip pip!
[humming]
And, boom.
There, all clean.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Ow.
- [laughs]
Landed on some jacks
but totally worth it.
Here you go, honey.
Daddy's homemade peach puree.
- [squeals]
- So just to review,
I'm Daddy.
This is my peach puree,
and I made it just for you.
- [munching happily]
- Ah, yeah.
If you like it now, wait till
I put sprinkles on it.
- [squeals in delight]
- Sure, they're bad
for her teeth,
but I'm waging a w*r here.
Uh, Lily?
- Dada. Dada!
- Dang it!
Well, if I'm gonna
win you back,
I gotta get you away from that
geezer's magnetic pull.
- Oons, ah-ba-oons!
[ding]
- You want a balloon?
Daddy's on it.
♪ ♪
Mr. Grouse probably
would only buy you one balloon.
But your real daddy thinks
you deserve them all.
[screams]
- [laughs]
♪ ♪
Teddy!
- You want a new teddy bear?
Daddy's got you covered.
[grunting]
Mr. Grouse probably
would've bought you
that rinky-dink one.
Real daddy goes
the extra mile.
Oh!
- Goo. [laughs]
- That's fun, isn't it?
And real daddy will do this
all day if you want.
- Dada!
- [gasps] Ah, that's right!
Uh! I--I'm Dada!
You did it, Lynn.
You got her back.
- Dada!
- Yes, yes, yes!
I'm Dada! Underdog!
- [laughs]
Dada! Dada!
Ohh! Ah, you're breakin'
your father's heart.
Oh! And his nose.
[crying]
I chose cowbell
over my daughter
and now I've lost her forever.
- Honey.
- Uh, it's--it's all right.
The most important thing
is that Lily is happy.
And if that means
spending time with Mr. Grouse
instead of me, then I'll just
have to...accept that.
[dialing]
[line trills]
Hello. Mr. Grouse?
[sniffs]
Uh, I was wondering
if you'd let--
Lynn, Lynn Loud.
Yeah.
I was wondering
if you'd like to--
to come over
for--for dinner tonight.
I know Lily--
I know Lily would love
to see you.
- Yes, fine.
We'll have lasagna.
- Hey there, Loud!
Took my gout pills.
I'm ready to eat!
Here's your sweater back.
Didn't have time to wash it.
Didn't feel like it, either.
- Okay. [sighs]
Lily, say hi to--
- Dada!
Yes, I know you think
Mr. Grouse is--
- Dada! Dada!
- Wait, me?
I--I don't understand.
What's happening?
- Dada! Dada, Dada!
- Honey, I get what's
going on.
Mr. Grouse was wearing
your favorite sweater!
That's why Lily was
calling him Dada!
- [gasps] Holy smokes,
you're right!
Ah! [laughs]
What a relief.
You hear that, Mr. Grouse?
She knows I'm her dad!
Isn't that wonderful?
- Cool, cool.
You got any pepper flakes?
- ♪ 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 ♪
03x21 - Gown and Out
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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.