01x44 - Study Muffin

[bunniefuu]

- ♪ 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.

[rock music]

♪

- I don't get it, Clyde.

Usually I'm a good student,

but lately it's been
all Cs and Ds,

and now an F!

- Wow.
And a frowny face too.

That's cold.

- If I don't turn this around,

I could fail fifth grade.

- Lincoln, you can't!

If I go to middle school
without you,

I could fall in with
the wrong crowd

and get tattoos
and start littering.

[heavy metal music]

♪

- Don't worry, Clyde.

I've got a plan.

- Sorry, Lincoln,
but my tutoring schedule

is completely booked.

I've got math with Lucy
on Mondays,

geology with Lynn on Tuesdays,

finger painting with Lily
on Wednesdays,

etcetera, etcetera.

Oh, being the resident genius

is both a blessing and a curse,

though I believe in neither.

- But Lisa,
you're my last hope!

- Mm, pishposh.

Try the community college.

I've heard through
the tutoring grapevine

that students there
tutor for extra credit.

- Great idea, Lis.

- Lori, you're three minutes
late for pre-calc.

Move it or lose it!

[door bell rings]

- Erm, beg your pardon.

Is this the Loud residence?

- Yep. You must be my tutor.
I'm Lincoln.

- I'm Hugh.
Quite chuffed to meet you.

- Uh, the chuff is all mine.

Come on in.

[jolly brass music]

- I really appreciate this,
Hugh.

I have a big multi-subject
test coming up,

and I need to ace it.

- So I'm like, if you literally
don't know the difference

between dance team
and color guard--

[gasps]

[slow romantic music]

Ba--
ba--ba--

- Lori, you okay?

- Er, um, yes.

I was just going to get
a hunk of meat.

I mean, a dish of cereal.

Er, tall drink of water.

[grunts]

- Miss, you dropped your mobile.

- [awkward fawning]

- I heard a goose!

I call dibs!

♪

- Ba--
ba--ba--

- I heard a sheep.

♪

Aah!
My face!

♪

all: Ba--
ba--ba--

- Hey, guys.

Oh, Lincoln, I didn't know
you were entertaining.

Hi, I'm--

♪

Ba--
ba--ba--

- Um, hello.

I'm Hugh, Lincoln's tutor.

It's lovely to meet you all.

all: Ba--
ba--ba--

- Could you guys please
get out of here?

We're trying to study.

- It's a free country, Lincoln.

We can stand where we want to.

- I'm standing here!

- The heck you are!

- You're blocking my view!

- You're blocking my Hugh!

- Out of my way!

- Oh, my word.

There's quite a few of you.

[laughing nervously]
Friendly lot.

[bird tweets]

Ah, hello.

Bit cheeky, aren't we?
Oh...ah...

- Come on, Hugh, let's go
somewhere a little less crowded.

Sorry about my sisters.

They're not usually like this.

- Oh, it's no bother.

They seem like very...
spirited young ladies.

[bang]

- Get out of the way!

- You're blocking my Hugh!

[all arguing]

[all silenced]

- As I was saying,
sorry about my--

[all arguing]

- Ow, my eye!

- [whistling]

- Again, sorry
about my sisters.

Maybe we should study
in my room.

- Brilliant!

- Cheerio!
Pip-pip and all that rut.

Lynn Loud Sr.

I did a college semester
in merry old England.

So many memories.

Bangers and mash,
riding the Tube...

- Ah, yes, cheers.

- Oh, Hugh?

My window is literally stuck

and I need someone
very strong to open it.

- [humming]
Hmm, hmm, fish and chips.

- [sighs]

♪

- There you are, love.

Right as rain.

- Wow.

I bet you work out a lot, huh?

- Well, I did do a spot of crew
in fifth form.

- I like all your forms.

[awkward fawning]

- [sighs]

- I need to borrow Hugh
for a second.

I'm tutoring Lola.

- What?

- Glad to help.

What's the subject?

- Eee.

This is called
a rectus abdominis.

Otherwise known as a six-pack.

- Oh, I say.

- Now, if you'll turn around,

I'll point out
the gluteus maximus.

all: [shrieking]

- Really?
But this is most--

- All right, all right,
class dismissed.

- Hup!

[camera shutter clicks]

- Sorry about this.

It's the only place
we'll get any privacy.

It's a bit dark,
but there's a lamp right here.

both: Aah!
- Hi, Hugh.

I wrote a poem about you.

"Hugh. Wavy hair.
Mysterious eyes.

Pretty cool
for a living guy. Hugh."

- 'Ello, governor!

Picked this up at ye olde
Buckingham Palace gift shoppe.

- Everybody out!

It's tea time for me and Hugh.

I made yours without sugar
'cause you're already sweet.

[giggling]

- Okay, I highly doubt anyone's
gonna bother us here.

- [slurping]

Oh, hi, Hughie.

[dog barks]

- Dudes!
He's in the pooch pad!

all: [screaming]
- Out of my way!

- You've had your time!

- Aah!

This again!

- All right!

Family meeting!

Back in a jiff.

You guys are unbelievable.

The minute a good-looking guy
with an accent shows up,

you all go completely bonkers.

- That is so not true.

I've got these Hugh sweaters
in small, medium, and large.

all: Ooh!

- This has to end.

I need to study
or I'm gonna flunk fifth grade.

So from now on,
Hugh is off limits.

all: [groaning]

- Not fair!

- [in British accent]
Now, girls, you heard Lincoln.

- Uh, that means you too, Dad.

- Oh...

[dog growling]

[bird squawks]

- Ugh!

Sorry that took so long
to take care of.

Finally, we can get
down to business.

- Brilliant.
Let's start with mathematics.

See if you can solve for X.

- Is that right?

- Well done!

Let's move on
to social studies.

What are the three major exports
of Bosnia-Herzegovina?

- Um...aluminum,
car seats, and leather footwear?

- Smashing.

Shall we have a go
at Earth sciences?

Lincoln, you're spot-on
in all of your lessons.

Even surrealist art.

- It's weird.

I thought I needed so much help.

- It's all in your head, chum.

There's no reason
you shouldn't be getting

top marks on your exam.

Well, I guess you won't be
needing me anymore.

all: No!

- Good heavens,
are all Yanks like this?

Careful!
Mind the hair!

- Girls!
He's gettin' away!

all: No!

- You can't leave!
- I want a lock of your hair!

- Marry me!

- How'd the test go, bro?

You ace it?

- No!
I got an F!

- Oh.
And a frowny face.

That's cold.

I know just "Hugh" to call!

[laughing]
Get it?

- I'm calling Hugh!
- No, me!

- I'm calling Hugh.

- I don't get it.

I thought I knew
all the answers.

[sighs]
Ms. DiMartino is definitely

gonna flunk me now.

- Wait.
Ms. DiMartino?

- Yeah, she's been
our substitute teacher

since Mrs. Johnson broke her leg
riding a mechanical bull.

- Dude, no wonder
you're failing.

Ms. D is so smokin',

guys go completely
bonkers around her.

- Yeah, even Bobby nearly
flunked because of her.

Of course, that was "BL"--

Before Lori--

or he never would've
noticed her.

- But that couldn't happen
to me!

Could it?

- Hi, Ms. DiMartino!

- Ba--
ba--ba--

[slam]

[slow romantic music]

♪

- [in French accent]
Let's conjugate the French verb

"aimer."
To love.

J'aime, tu aimes, il aime.

Nous aimons.

♪

- Oh!
Found my retainer.

- You'll have one hour
to complete your test.

Eyes on your own paper.

♪

- Holy shmoly!

You guys are right.

I do go completely bonkers
around Ms. DiMartino.

Just like you guys did
around Hugh.

- I don't know why
you keep saying that.

By the way, if Hugh and I
ever got married and had a baby,

here's what it would look like.

- Oh, Leni, you're delusional.

Because I'm gonna marry him,

and our progeny is gonna
look like this.

- Uh-uh!
- You wish!

- Check my rockin' baby!

- Guys, you got to help me.

I don't want to flunk
fifth grade.

Clyde could end up
as a tattooed litterbug!

[record scratching]

It made sense when he said it.

- Maybe you can
get Ms. DiMartino

to let you retake the test.

- But as long as
she's anywhere near me,

I'm still gonna blow it.

- Well, then, the solution
would be to remove her

from your field of vision.

Observe.

[slow romantic music]

Eee.

Lori, what is Bobby's full name?

Roberto Alejandro Martinez--

[awkward fawning]

Roberto Alejandro--

[awkward fawning]

Roberto--

[awkward fawning]

- And now to delete.

all: No!

- Roberto Alejandro

Martinez-Millan
Luis Santiago Jr.

- Case closed.

- Got it.

- Don't worry, guys.

I have more photos of Hugh
saved in the cloud.

♪

[school bell rings]

[voice flanging]
- Thanks for letting me

retake my test, Ms. DiMartino.

- No problem, Lincoln.
Here you go.

You have one hour
to complete it,

and keep your eyes on
your own paper.

[giggling]

- Gosh, and you're funny too.

[honking]

♪

Clyde!
I did it!

I aced the test!

- That's awesome, Lincoln!

So you're not
gonna flunk fifth grade?

- Nope. Only downside is,
I'm going to be spending

a lot of time inside my locker.

Well, here goes.

Better shield my eyes

from our teacher's
blinding beauty.

- Oh, well, thank you!

I'm flattered.

Why don't you come sit
in the front row, Lincoln?

- [laughing nervously]
Uh, yes, brilliant.

[school bell rings]

Now that Mrs. Johnson's back,
looks like my troubles are over.

♪

both: Ba--
ba--ba--ba--

- What happened
to Coach Pacowski?

- Mrs. Johnson ran over
his foot with her wheelchair,

so I'll be subbing
in gym class for a while.

[whistle trills]

Let's do some laps,
everybody!

[giggling]

both: Ba--
ba--ba--ba--

[clunking and thudding]

[upbeat rock music]