04x20 - Good Sports/Geriantics
Posted: 08/10/22 17:38
- ♪ 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.
[rousing music]
♪ ♪
- Who's ready
for some football?
[all gasp]
- Game time!
Yeah! Whoo!
- TV's all yours, dude.
Just don't tackle us.
- World Championship
of Football!
- Huh? That ball looks
nothing like a foot.
- Guys, stay and watch with me!
It's the world championship
game, and the Lions are in it
for the first time
in years, baby!
- Uh, okay, I don't know
what any of that means.
- Well, all the teams compete
in this league, and--
- [clears throat]
Ignorance is bliss, sweetie.
- Aw, come on!
I'll share my
lucky cheese puffs.
- Ew!
The uniforms clash!
I cannot watch this.
- Maybe I'll come back
to see who's rocking
the half time show.Laters!
- [sighs]
Well Charles,
looks like you're
my sports buddy today.
- [yawns]
- Aw, you don't know what
you're missing, mutt.
Okay, cheering section's
down to one.
Time for my pre-game ritual.
Go, Lions, go!
Go, Lions, go!
[roars]
Left side, lucky!
Alright, Lions.
Let's do this.
- Touchdown, Lions!
[crowd cheering]
- Aw, yeah, high five, Loud!
[deep voice]
You got it, Loud!
- Aw yeah!
Touchdown, baby!
- What?
Mr. Grouse?
[investigative music]
♪ ♪
- Whatever you're selling,
I'm not buying!
- No, Mr. Grouse, it's me!
Lynn Loud!
- I'm not buying
what you're selling either!
- I just thought I heard
you watching the game.
- [long groan]
Well you thought right.
What of it?
- Can I watch it with you?
- I suppose it beats
high fiving myself.
Come on in.
TV's in the den.
- Huh.
You have a den?
- I don't have time for
architectural small talk, Loud!
The game's on!
- [gasping]
[gleaming chime]
Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho!
Are you kidding me?
This room is sick!
- Well, I would've accepted
a "comfy" but okay.
Have a seat.
- Oh, in a sec.
Go, Lions, go!
Go, Lions, go!
Hup![roars]
- What the heck are you doing?
- It's my lucky ritual.
- Oh, brother.
- Hup, hup!
- Now there--
- Sorry,
I need to sit on this side.
- Lemme guess, more luck?
- Yup.
- [whines]
I'm already regretting this.
[country music]
[slurping]
- [groans]
Do you have to make that sound?
- Sorry, got a little pulled
pork stuck in my chompers.
[slurping]
- [groans]
[remote clicking]
[crowd cheering]
- [loud munching]
- [grumbling]
♪ ♪
- You're getting
cheese dust everywhere!
- Want some?
My lucky hat!
[groaning]
Ugh.
Missed a spot.
- And the Lions fumble!
- Ugh!
Are you kidding me?!
- [snoring]
♪ ♪
- Huh?
Eeee--
Oof! What?
- Come on, man.
This is
the world championship!
- Aw, get off my case.
I'll just rewind
to see what I missed.
What?
We can't rewind!
Then we won't be live.
- What's the difference?
- Ya know...
maybe it's better if I watch
the rest of the game at home.
- Suit yourself.
[crowd cheering]
- Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
- Ahh! What happened?!
- We returned a kick yards!
- Aw dang, I missed it!
- Hold on, I'll rewind it--
if Queen Lynn doesn't object.
- Do it, do it, do it,
do it, do it!
- D. Driver with a stiff arm,
and he's into Rhino territory.
Finally brought down
after a yard return.
- Hoo, man!
That was a wicked run!
- I know!
Eh--you can sit back down--
if you want.
- Yeah, sure.
Maybe just for a minute.
[exciting music]
[both cheering]
- Yeah, baby!
- Up top!
- Wh--hy--hy... Oh come on!
- Oh no!
both: Go, Lions, go!
Go, Lions, go!
[both roar]
- Ro--roa--awh!
My back!
- Ten seconds left,
and the score is tied.
If the Rhinos can move
the ball close enough,
they can kick
a field goal and win.
From the shotgun.
It's a Lions interception,
and he's running it
in for a touchdown!
Lions win!
They're world champions!
[both cheering]
- ♪ Uh huh, uh huh ♪
♪ Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh ♪
Don't just stand there, G-man.
Shake it!
Dance or the Lions
won't win next year.
- What?
That's utter nonsense.
- It's not nonsense, it's fun!
- Just copy me.
- Eh, looks easy enough.
I'll give it a try.
- Now you're doing it!
Whoo, woo!
♪ Eh heh, eh heh,
Eh heh, eh heh, eh heh ♪
Woohoo!
I feel so alive!
[laughs]
- [loud chomp]
Thanks again
for inviting me over.
- Eh, technically,
you invited yourself.
I just let you stay.
- Whoa, cool ball!
- Now that, that's my most
prized possession.
It's from
the very first Lions game
Mrs. Grouse and I went to
when we were dating.
- Ha, they had
football back then?
- Yes, Miss Smarty Pants.
Hey check this out,
I got the QB to sign it.
Look at that.
- [gasps]
He's in the hall of fame now!
I'm not worthy!
I'm not worthy!
- Heh, heh, heh...
Ay, Mrs. G was
the only person I knew
who was as big
a Lions fan as me.
Until now.
Ya know what?
I want you to have this.
Mrs. Grouse would want it
to be in such good hands.
- Wow.
Thank you, Mr. Grouse.
This is the best gift
I've ever gotten.
I have to get you
something special!
Hmm.
[grunts]
Here.
My lucky socks.
- Wow, you wore these
the whole season, didn't you?
Thanks, Loud.
- So guess I'll see
you next season?
- You betcha!
- Ya know, baseball season
is only a few weeks away.
- I was thinking
the same thing.
Opening day?
- It's date.
[jazzy music]
[birds chirping]
- Who's ready for some
baseball!
[all gasp]
- TV's all yours, dude.
Just don't slap our butts.
- Oh, thanks,
but you guys can stay.
I found a sports buddy.
So for the next games,
I'll be hanging
with Mr. Grouse.
Laters!
- Hmm, guess I taped this
pillow to my butt for nothing!
- Heh, heh, heh!
[knocking]
- Let's go Volcanoes!
- Give 'em what for, Meteors!
- [gasps]
- [gasps]
- You're a Meteors fan?
- You're a Volcanoes fan?
Aww.
- But--they're bitter rivals.
[suspenseful music]
- Aw, come on,
we'll make it work.
- Welcome to opening day,
and the first
of a three-game series
between the Volcanoes
and the Meteors.
- You and your Meteors
are going down.
- In your dreams!
- Aw, yeah, base hit!Game on.
- Strike three!
There is no stopping
this Meteors pitcher!
- [blows raspberry]
- And he's safe at home,
one to nothing, Volcanoes!
- Whoo!
In your face, G-man!
- [grumbling]
- And that ball
is out of here!
It's a two-run homer!
- Ah ha ha!
In your own face, kid!
- Agh.
[rubber twisting]
- Home run!
The Meteors win!
- [cheering]
- ♪ Uh huh, uh huh,
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh ♪
- Hey, get your own
ding-dang moves!
That's my victory dance.
- Well, you won't need it as
long as you're a Volcanoes fan.
Heh heh heh!
- Ooh, that does it.
[door creaks and slam]
Here, you can have this back.
I don't want any presents
from traitors.
- Egh--Fantastic!
You can have your
dumb smelly socks back too.
- You know what?
We're done here.
- We were done when you
showed up in the wrong jersey!
[door slams]
[birds chirping]
- Ooh, you're watching
baseball here?
I thought Mr. Grouse
was your sports buddy now.
- Yeah, that didn't work out.
'Cause someone's a traitor!
- Takes one to know one, Loud!
- ♪ Dramaaa ♪
- Stay and watch the game
with me, Lols.
I'll explain the rules to you.
See, there are nine defensive
players on the diamond and--
- A diamond, you say?
How many karats is it?
Who wears it?
A pretty princess
in a pink gown?
- What? No, no, no.
A diamond is another term
for the field.
Now, the pitcher--
- Yeah, no.
You should stick
with Mr. Grouse.
- [snoring]
[crowd cheering]
- Welcome to game
two of the Volcanoes
and the Meteors series.
- [sighs]
[sad music]
- Ooh, that's a shot
going back.
That ball's out of here!
A Volcanoes home run!
- Aw yeah, up high, Loud!
[deep voice]
You got it, Loud.
- And the fans
are going crazy!
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
- And the Meteors turn
an incredible double play!
- Aw.
- Whoo-hoo!
Give 'em what for, Meteors!
- [grunts]
Hey, uh--
nice double play!
[anxious music]
- Thanks, Loud!
That was a sweet homer before.
- [laughs]
- Strike three, and another
Meteor goes down swinging.
- Gonna be a quick game
if you guys can't hit!
- Well, I don't see
your Vo-lame-os
putting up
any more runs!
- Ha ha!
That's pretty good.
- The Meteors are up to bat...
- [loud crunching]
Home run, Meteors!
That ball is outta here!
- [whines]
- That's what
I'm talking about!
Awfully quiet over there,
aren't ya?
- Just giving you
a chance to celebrate,
'cause you aren't
getting another!
- Are we gonna
do this all day?
Grab your cheese puffs
and get over here!
[upbeat music]
If only your Volcanoes
could run bases as fast as you.
- Another Meteor strikes out!
- Whoo! I can feel
the breeze from here.
- [chuckles]
That's a good one.
[both chomping]
- I know baseball season's
just started, but uh--
what are you doing
in the fall?
You like hockey?
- Do I?!
[jazz music]
♪ ♪
- "...and that's why you never
mix rhenium and terbium.
The end."
- [yawns]
I love a happy ending.
- [chuckles] Me too.
- Oh, how's your project going?
Your mom said you had
a big breakthrough.
- Indeed, I have.
If my work continues
to progress this pace,
human teleportation should be
a reality in years.
- That's fantastic, kiddo.
I'm sure sorry
I won't be around to see that,
but I know you can do it.
Now, where's my Lisa hug?
Aww.
Night, sweetie.
- Won't be around to see that?
But I'd already penciled him in
to be plus one for
the Nobel Prize reception.
I need to make sure Pop Pop
will still be around
in years,
and our friend science
will help!
I better put on a pot of cocoa,
this could be a late one.
- Hmm.
[grunts]
[jazz music]
- [wheezes]
[gasps]
Eureka!
Look here, Lily.
There's a village in Italy
whose residents live
well into their hundreds!
This woman is years old!
- [gasping]
- I know!
- [babbling]
- Ah, I see.
You just want your pacifier,
but if you understood,
you would be impressed.
- [giggling]
- Now all I need to do
is apply the basic principles
of their healthy Italian
lifestyle to Pop Pop.
- [groans]
- What do you wanna do, Lis?
Eat soft pretzels,
catch a movie?
- I had something else in mind.
A nice, brisk walk.
- Oh.
Okay, sure.
- See I've been doing
some research
on increasing human life span
and thought we could make
some modifications
to your lifestyle.
- Well, ha, I suppose a nice
stroll never hurt anyone.
- Precisely, now if you'll just
put this around your wrist.
It's a heart monitor.
No point in a brisk walk
if we aren't elevating
the heart rate, now is there?
- All right, kiddo,
you set the pace.
- Hmm...
- Are you ready, Riker?
- [giggling]
- [gasps]
Hmm...
[tires squealing]
[rock music]
- Ungh!
Ahh!
[engine revving]
[beeping]
Whoa!
Ohh!
[mellow jazz music]
[all gasp]
- Oh, yes.
- Ooh, look at that.
- Wow!
- This is even juicier than
that Kobe Beef I had in Kyoto.
- And these potatoes taste like
they were kissed by angels!
♪ ♪
- Uh...
Think I got
someone else's order.
- Nope!
That raw fish is for you.
I've made arrangements
with the chef for you
to get special meals
from now on.
- Oh.
Is this part
of my new lifestyle?
- Indeed.
This nutrient-dense meal
is sure to increase
your lifespan.
You'll be having it for
breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
[fish squelches]
- [gags]
[beeps]
- Lis, sweetie, can we
turn down the thermostat?
I'm boiling like a lobster.
- Aw, try to hang in there.
My research shows that
exposure to extreme heat
followed by extreme cold will
help rejuvenate your cells.
- Uh, what's this
extreme cold
you're talking about?
- Oh, forget this!
- You're weak, Bernie! Weak!
[teeth chatter]
- I'm not so sure
about this, Lis.
- Please, Pop Pop.
It's necessary.
[determined music]
- [inhales deeply]
Ahh!
Hot diggedy dog!
Okay, I'm good!
- Nuh-uh!
minutes!
- You--get--used--to it.
- [whimpers]
- Okie doke, this
is all the info you need
for your new lifestyle.
Please, stick to this guide.
- I'll do my best, kiddo.
Now, where's my Lisa hug?
[affectionate murmurs]
- Ha! Mission accomplished.
- Here we are, Lis.
Ready to hit the sales?
- Hm--no thank you.
I'm not here to buy.
I am here to spy!
[goggles whir]
[spy music]
♪ ♪
[goggles whirs and beeps]
- Hmm...
Looks like Pop Pop's
doing well.
He's even gotten some other
seniors on board
with his new regimen.
Wait up, Pop Pop!
all: Eh?
Hmm?
- Oh, uh, never mind.
My apologies.
[gasps]
- Al, hurry up!
The bus is leaving!
- Hang on,
my top coat's still wet!
[groaning]
- That wasn't the brisk
exercise I prescribed.
Guess I'm going to have to keep
a close eye on him,
but I'm going
to need a disguise.
Hmm...
[scheming music]
- [snoring]
- [pained gulp]
- Mm-hmm.
- [moans]
Oh yeah!
♪ ♪
- At least he's sticking
to the cold pool.
- Cannon ball!
Whoo!
- Hey!
It's warmer than bath water!
[both laughing]
- Now watch out.
I'm a shark!
- [sighs] I suppose it is only
human nature to resist change,
but there must be some way
to prolong Pop Pop's life
without requiring him
to put in so much effort.
[whoosh]
- Gahh!
[suspenseful music]
[electrical zapping]
♪ ♪
[electrical pulsating]
- [whines]
[exploding]
[gasping]
- [groans]
- Mmm?
[mechanical clamoring]
- [cooing]
- Behold, youngest sibling!
My new improved method
to elongate Pop Pop's life.
[computerized beeping]
- Heh?
- Well, it's quite
simple really.
These sensors will
regulate his temperature,
improve his muscle tone,
and much more...
As long as he wears them, he's
guaranteed to live a long life.
Hmm. Hmm.
But I suppose the whole thing
is a bit of an eyesore.
Good thing I have Leni to
turn to for fashion help.
[birds chirping]
♪ Hmm, hmm, hmm hmm ♪
[ravenous scarfing]
- [innocent whistling]
- No need to hide the evidence
of your frozen delicacy,
Pop Pop.
I've made some adjustments
to my plan,
and you'll
no longer be restricted
to the raw fish diet.
- [sighs] Glad to hear it.
What's with
the change of heart, kiddo?
- Aw, I realized that
the regimen was too taxing,
so I came up
with an alternative.
- Ooh!
- Inside are sensors
that will extend your lifespan
without requiring any changes
to your daily behavior.
- So I can go back to living
my life the way it was before?
- As long as
you're wearing the suit.
- You got a deal!
- Target on the left, Pop Pop!
- I see him.
Boom!
Ha ha!
- Dang, Al!
Great suit.
You're sure looking fly!
- Ha ha ha!
Thanks!
My granddaughters
made it for me.
- We're just on the way to
the pharmacy for some gossip
and lotto tickets.
Wanna join?
- Sure, that sounds--
[negative beeping]
- Ah, ah, ah!
Not so fast.
Your suit's
battery power is low.
Come on, I set up a charging
station in your room.
Excuse us, gentlemen.
- Whoa!
[electrical pulsing]
So how long do I have
to sit in this thing?
- The suit needs to charge
for three hours.
- Hmm, guess I better
wet my whistle, first.
[negative beeping]
- Nyah!
You must remain
perfectly still.
The sensors cannot disengage
from the charger.
- Got it. Ha.
Sure hope this thing doesn't
need to be charged often.
- Just five times a day.
[musical sting]
- [groaning]
[positive beeping]
- [snoring]
Fantastic.
The suit is all charged up!
What shall we do now, Pop Pop?
- [grunting]
Ooh, how about we play some
shuffleboard with my buds?
- Aw, sorry, Pop Pop.
We can't go outside.
The rays from the sun could
damage the sensors in the suit.
- Ugh, guess I'll
just play shuffleboard
at night from now on.
- Well, as long as
there's no moon out.
Obviously, moonlight
is just sunlight
reflected off the moon.
- [whimpering]
[watch chiming]
- Oh, actually, I should
probably head home for dinner.
- Wait, where's
my big Lisa hug?
- [squeals] No, no.
You can't touch anyone.
- What?
- The oils from human skin
could damage the sensors.
From now on,
you'll need to refrain
from all physical contact.
- Aw...so no more Lisa hugs?
[somber music]
No more high fives
with Seymour?
No more dancing with Myrtle?
Lis, we need to have a talk.
♪ ♪
Thank you for making this suit.
It's a super swell idea,
but I don't think
I can wear it anymore.
- What?
Why?
- Well, it's sweet you want me
to live a long life,
but I wanna be able to play
shuffleboard in the sun,
and eat crispy potatoes
every day,
and a life without Lisa hugs?
Well, that's no life at all.
- Hm...I see.
So you're saying,
what's the extra time good for
if you won't get to enjoy it?
- Exactly!
Besides, I've still got lots
of great years ahead of me,
and spending time
with my grandkids
is the part I look
forward to the most.
- Aww, I'm looking forward
to that too.
Lisa hug?
[affectionate murmurs]
- [robot voice]
Physical contact detected.
[both laugh]
- You know, I still have
a little time before dinner.
Let's say we ditch the suit
and hit the shuffleboard court?
- I'd love that.
[mellow jazz music]
- Hey, Al, wanna take a shot?
- Yes, I do!
♪ ♪
- [groans]
- Nooo!
- Ha ha!
Yeah!
[crashing]
- Woo, hoo, hoo, hoo!
- [laughing]
- Glad I can still cut a rug
with my sweetheart.
♪ ♪
- Hey, Pop Pop?
Can I ask you to do one thing?
- Sure.
- Just keep being you.
- Don't have to ask me twice.
Now who wants
to play another round?
[scooter whirring
and screeching]
- Wahoo!
Scoots is gonna live forever!
[laughs]
♪ 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 ♪
[upbeat music]
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.
[rousing music]
♪ ♪
- Who's ready
for some football?
[all gasp]
- Game time!
Yeah! Whoo!
- TV's all yours, dude.
Just don't tackle us.
- World Championship
of Football!
- Huh? That ball looks
nothing like a foot.
- Guys, stay and watch with me!
It's the world championship
game, and the Lions are in it
for the first time
in years, baby!
- Uh, okay, I don't know
what any of that means.
- Well, all the teams compete
in this league, and--
- [clears throat]
Ignorance is bliss, sweetie.
- Aw, come on!
I'll share my
lucky cheese puffs.
- Ew!
The uniforms clash!
I cannot watch this.
- Maybe I'll come back
to see who's rocking
the half time show.Laters!
- [sighs]
Well Charles,
looks like you're
my sports buddy today.
- [yawns]
- Aw, you don't know what
you're missing, mutt.
Okay, cheering section's
down to one.
Time for my pre-game ritual.
Go, Lions, go!
Go, Lions, go!
[roars]
Left side, lucky!
Alright, Lions.
Let's do this.
- Touchdown, Lions!
[crowd cheering]
- Aw, yeah, high five, Loud!
[deep voice]
You got it, Loud!
- Aw yeah!
Touchdown, baby!
- What?
Mr. Grouse?
[investigative music]
♪ ♪
- Whatever you're selling,
I'm not buying!
- No, Mr. Grouse, it's me!
Lynn Loud!
- I'm not buying
what you're selling either!
- I just thought I heard
you watching the game.
- [long groan]
Well you thought right.
What of it?
- Can I watch it with you?
- I suppose it beats
high fiving myself.
Come on in.
TV's in the den.
- Huh.
You have a den?
- I don't have time for
architectural small talk, Loud!
The game's on!
- [gasping]
[gleaming chime]
Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho!
Are you kidding me?
This room is sick!
- Well, I would've accepted
a "comfy" but okay.
Have a seat.
- Oh, in a sec.
Go, Lions, go!
Go, Lions, go!
Hup![roars]
- What the heck are you doing?
- It's my lucky ritual.
- Oh, brother.
- Hup, hup!
- Now there--
- Sorry,
I need to sit on this side.
- Lemme guess, more luck?
- Yup.
- [whines]
I'm already regretting this.
[country music]
[slurping]
- [groans]
Do you have to make that sound?
- Sorry, got a little pulled
pork stuck in my chompers.
[slurping]
- [groans]
[remote clicking]
[crowd cheering]
- [loud munching]
- [grumbling]
♪ ♪
- You're getting
cheese dust everywhere!
- Want some?
My lucky hat!
[groaning]
Ugh.
Missed a spot.
- And the Lions fumble!
- Ugh!
Are you kidding me?!
- [snoring]
♪ ♪
- Huh?
Eeee--
Oof! What?
- Come on, man.
This is
the world championship!
- Aw, get off my case.
I'll just rewind
to see what I missed.
What?
We can't rewind!
Then we won't be live.
- What's the difference?
- Ya know...
maybe it's better if I watch
the rest of the game at home.
- Suit yourself.
[crowd cheering]
- Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
- Ahh! What happened?!
- We returned a kick yards!
- Aw dang, I missed it!
- Hold on, I'll rewind it--
if Queen Lynn doesn't object.
- Do it, do it, do it,
do it, do it!
- D. Driver with a stiff arm,
and he's into Rhino territory.
Finally brought down
after a yard return.
- Hoo, man!
That was a wicked run!
- I know!
Eh--you can sit back down--
if you want.
- Yeah, sure.
Maybe just for a minute.
[exciting music]
[both cheering]
- Yeah, baby!
- Up top!
- Wh--hy--hy... Oh come on!
- Oh no!
both: Go, Lions, go!
Go, Lions, go!
[both roar]
- Ro--roa--awh!
My back!
- Ten seconds left,
and the score is tied.
If the Rhinos can move
the ball close enough,
they can kick
a field goal and win.
From the shotgun.
It's a Lions interception,
and he's running it
in for a touchdown!
Lions win!
They're world champions!
[both cheering]
- ♪ Uh huh, uh huh ♪
♪ Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh ♪
Don't just stand there, G-man.
Shake it!
Dance or the Lions
won't win next year.
- What?
That's utter nonsense.
- It's not nonsense, it's fun!
- Just copy me.
- Eh, looks easy enough.
I'll give it a try.
- Now you're doing it!
Whoo, woo!
♪ Eh heh, eh heh,
Eh heh, eh heh, eh heh ♪
Woohoo!
I feel so alive!
[laughs]
- [loud chomp]
Thanks again
for inviting me over.
- Eh, technically,
you invited yourself.
I just let you stay.
- Whoa, cool ball!
- Now that, that's my most
prized possession.
It's from
the very first Lions game
Mrs. Grouse and I went to
when we were dating.
- Ha, they had
football back then?
- Yes, Miss Smarty Pants.
Hey check this out,
I got the QB to sign it.
Look at that.
- [gasps]
He's in the hall of fame now!
I'm not worthy!
I'm not worthy!
- Heh, heh, heh...
Ay, Mrs. G was
the only person I knew
who was as big
a Lions fan as me.
Until now.
Ya know what?
I want you to have this.
Mrs. Grouse would want it
to be in such good hands.
- Wow.
Thank you, Mr. Grouse.
This is the best gift
I've ever gotten.
I have to get you
something special!
Hmm.
[grunts]
Here.
My lucky socks.
- Wow, you wore these
the whole season, didn't you?
Thanks, Loud.
- So guess I'll see
you next season?
- You betcha!
- Ya know, baseball season
is only a few weeks away.
- I was thinking
the same thing.
Opening day?
- It's date.
[jazzy music]
[birds chirping]
- Who's ready for some
baseball!
[all gasp]
- TV's all yours, dude.
Just don't slap our butts.
- Oh, thanks,
but you guys can stay.
I found a sports buddy.
So for the next games,
I'll be hanging
with Mr. Grouse.
Laters!
- Hmm, guess I taped this
pillow to my butt for nothing!
- Heh, heh, heh!
[knocking]
- Let's go Volcanoes!
- Give 'em what for, Meteors!
- [gasps]
- [gasps]
- You're a Meteors fan?
- You're a Volcanoes fan?
Aww.
- But--they're bitter rivals.
[suspenseful music]
- Aw, come on,
we'll make it work.
- Welcome to opening day,
and the first
of a three-game series
between the Volcanoes
and the Meteors.
- You and your Meteors
are going down.
- In your dreams!
- Aw, yeah, base hit!Game on.
- Strike three!
There is no stopping
this Meteors pitcher!
- [blows raspberry]
- And he's safe at home,
one to nothing, Volcanoes!
- Whoo!
In your face, G-man!
- [grumbling]
- And that ball
is out of here!
It's a two-run homer!
- Ah ha ha!
In your own face, kid!
- Agh.
[rubber twisting]
- Home run!
The Meteors win!
- [cheering]
- ♪ Uh huh, uh huh,
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh ♪
- Hey, get your own
ding-dang moves!
That's my victory dance.
- Well, you won't need it as
long as you're a Volcanoes fan.
Heh heh heh!
- Ooh, that does it.
[door creaks and slam]
Here, you can have this back.
I don't want any presents
from traitors.
- Egh--Fantastic!
You can have your
dumb smelly socks back too.
- You know what?
We're done here.
- We were done when you
showed up in the wrong jersey!
[door slams]
[birds chirping]
- Ooh, you're watching
baseball here?
I thought Mr. Grouse
was your sports buddy now.
- Yeah, that didn't work out.
'Cause someone's a traitor!
- Takes one to know one, Loud!
- ♪ Dramaaa ♪
- Stay and watch the game
with me, Lols.
I'll explain the rules to you.
See, there are nine defensive
players on the diamond and--
- A diamond, you say?
How many karats is it?
Who wears it?
A pretty princess
in a pink gown?
- What? No, no, no.
A diamond is another term
for the field.
Now, the pitcher--
- Yeah, no.
You should stick
with Mr. Grouse.
- [snoring]
[crowd cheering]
- Welcome to game
two of the Volcanoes
and the Meteors series.
- [sighs]
[sad music]
- Ooh, that's a shot
going back.
That ball's out of here!
A Volcanoes home run!
- Aw yeah, up high, Loud!
[deep voice]
You got it, Loud.
- And the fans
are going crazy!
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
- And the Meteors turn
an incredible double play!
- Aw.
- Whoo-hoo!
Give 'em what for, Meteors!
- [grunts]
Hey, uh--
nice double play!
[anxious music]
- Thanks, Loud!
That was a sweet homer before.
- [laughs]
- Strike three, and another
Meteor goes down swinging.
- Gonna be a quick game
if you guys can't hit!
- Well, I don't see
your Vo-lame-os
putting up
any more runs!
- Ha ha!
That's pretty good.
- The Meteors are up to bat...
- [loud crunching]
Home run, Meteors!
That ball is outta here!
- [whines]
- That's what
I'm talking about!
Awfully quiet over there,
aren't ya?
- Just giving you
a chance to celebrate,
'cause you aren't
getting another!
- Are we gonna
do this all day?
Grab your cheese puffs
and get over here!
[upbeat music]
If only your Volcanoes
could run bases as fast as you.
- Another Meteor strikes out!
- Whoo! I can feel
the breeze from here.
- [chuckles]
That's a good one.
[both chomping]
- I know baseball season's
just started, but uh--
what are you doing
in the fall?
You like hockey?
- Do I?!
[jazz music]
♪ ♪
- "...and that's why you never
mix rhenium and terbium.
The end."
- [yawns]
I love a happy ending.
- [chuckles] Me too.
- Oh, how's your project going?
Your mom said you had
a big breakthrough.
- Indeed, I have.
If my work continues
to progress this pace,
human teleportation should be
a reality in years.
- That's fantastic, kiddo.
I'm sure sorry
I won't be around to see that,
but I know you can do it.
Now, where's my Lisa hug?
Aww.
Night, sweetie.
- Won't be around to see that?
But I'd already penciled him in
to be plus one for
the Nobel Prize reception.
I need to make sure Pop Pop
will still be around
in years,
and our friend science
will help!
I better put on a pot of cocoa,
this could be a late one.
- Hmm.
[grunts]
[jazz music]
- [wheezes]
[gasps]
Eureka!
Look here, Lily.
There's a village in Italy
whose residents live
well into their hundreds!
This woman is years old!
- [gasping]
- I know!
- [babbling]
- Ah, I see.
You just want your pacifier,
but if you understood,
you would be impressed.
- [giggling]
- Now all I need to do
is apply the basic principles
of their healthy Italian
lifestyle to Pop Pop.
- [groans]
- What do you wanna do, Lis?
Eat soft pretzels,
catch a movie?
- I had something else in mind.
A nice, brisk walk.
- Oh.
Okay, sure.
- See I've been doing
some research
on increasing human life span
and thought we could make
some modifications
to your lifestyle.
- Well, ha, I suppose a nice
stroll never hurt anyone.
- Precisely, now if you'll just
put this around your wrist.
It's a heart monitor.
No point in a brisk walk
if we aren't elevating
the heart rate, now is there?
- All right, kiddo,
you set the pace.
- Hmm...
- Are you ready, Riker?
- [giggling]
- [gasps]
Hmm...
[tires squealing]
[rock music]
- Ungh!
Ahh!
[engine revving]
[beeping]
Whoa!
Ohh!
[mellow jazz music]
[all gasp]
- Oh, yes.
- Ooh, look at that.
- Wow!
- This is even juicier than
that Kobe Beef I had in Kyoto.
- And these potatoes taste like
they were kissed by angels!
♪ ♪
- Uh...
Think I got
someone else's order.
- Nope!
That raw fish is for you.
I've made arrangements
with the chef for you
to get special meals
from now on.
- Oh.
Is this part
of my new lifestyle?
- Indeed.
This nutrient-dense meal
is sure to increase
your lifespan.
You'll be having it for
breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
[fish squelches]
- [gags]
[beeps]
- Lis, sweetie, can we
turn down the thermostat?
I'm boiling like a lobster.
- Aw, try to hang in there.
My research shows that
exposure to extreme heat
followed by extreme cold will
help rejuvenate your cells.
- Uh, what's this
extreme cold
you're talking about?
- Oh, forget this!
- You're weak, Bernie! Weak!
[teeth chatter]
- I'm not so sure
about this, Lis.
- Please, Pop Pop.
It's necessary.
[determined music]
- [inhales deeply]
Ahh!
Hot diggedy dog!
Okay, I'm good!
- Nuh-uh!
minutes!
- You--get--used--to it.
- [whimpers]
- Okie doke, this
is all the info you need
for your new lifestyle.
Please, stick to this guide.
- I'll do my best, kiddo.
Now, where's my Lisa hug?
[affectionate murmurs]
- Ha! Mission accomplished.
- Here we are, Lis.
Ready to hit the sales?
- Hm--no thank you.
I'm not here to buy.
I am here to spy!
[goggles whir]
[spy music]
♪ ♪
[goggles whirs and beeps]
- Hmm...
Looks like Pop Pop's
doing well.
He's even gotten some other
seniors on board
with his new regimen.
Wait up, Pop Pop!
all: Eh?
Hmm?
- Oh, uh, never mind.
My apologies.
[gasps]
- Al, hurry up!
The bus is leaving!
- Hang on,
my top coat's still wet!
[groaning]
- That wasn't the brisk
exercise I prescribed.
Guess I'm going to have to keep
a close eye on him,
but I'm going
to need a disguise.
Hmm...
[scheming music]
- [snoring]
- [pained gulp]
- Mm-hmm.
- [moans]
Oh yeah!
♪ ♪
- At least he's sticking
to the cold pool.
- Cannon ball!
Whoo!
- Hey!
It's warmer than bath water!
[both laughing]
- Now watch out.
I'm a shark!
- [sighs] I suppose it is only
human nature to resist change,
but there must be some way
to prolong Pop Pop's life
without requiring him
to put in so much effort.
[whoosh]
- Gahh!
[suspenseful music]
[electrical zapping]
♪ ♪
[electrical pulsating]
- [whines]
[exploding]
[gasping]
- [groans]
- Mmm?
[mechanical clamoring]
- [cooing]
- Behold, youngest sibling!
My new improved method
to elongate Pop Pop's life.
[computerized beeping]
- Heh?
- Well, it's quite
simple really.
These sensors will
regulate his temperature,
improve his muscle tone,
and much more...
As long as he wears them, he's
guaranteed to live a long life.
Hmm. Hmm.
But I suppose the whole thing
is a bit of an eyesore.
Good thing I have Leni to
turn to for fashion help.
[birds chirping]
♪ Hmm, hmm, hmm hmm ♪
[ravenous scarfing]
- [innocent whistling]
- No need to hide the evidence
of your frozen delicacy,
Pop Pop.
I've made some adjustments
to my plan,
and you'll
no longer be restricted
to the raw fish diet.
- [sighs] Glad to hear it.
What's with
the change of heart, kiddo?
- Aw, I realized that
the regimen was too taxing,
so I came up
with an alternative.
- Ooh!
- Inside are sensors
that will extend your lifespan
without requiring any changes
to your daily behavior.
- So I can go back to living
my life the way it was before?
- As long as
you're wearing the suit.
- You got a deal!
- Target on the left, Pop Pop!
- I see him.
Boom!
Ha ha!
- Dang, Al!
Great suit.
You're sure looking fly!
- Ha ha ha!
Thanks!
My granddaughters
made it for me.
- We're just on the way to
the pharmacy for some gossip
and lotto tickets.
Wanna join?
- Sure, that sounds--
[negative beeping]
- Ah, ah, ah!
Not so fast.
Your suit's
battery power is low.
Come on, I set up a charging
station in your room.
Excuse us, gentlemen.
- Whoa!
[electrical pulsing]
So how long do I have
to sit in this thing?
- The suit needs to charge
for three hours.
- Hmm, guess I better
wet my whistle, first.
[negative beeping]
- Nyah!
You must remain
perfectly still.
The sensors cannot disengage
from the charger.
- Got it. Ha.
Sure hope this thing doesn't
need to be charged often.
- Just five times a day.
[musical sting]
- [groaning]
[positive beeping]
- [snoring]
Fantastic.
The suit is all charged up!
What shall we do now, Pop Pop?
- [grunting]
Ooh, how about we play some
shuffleboard with my buds?
- Aw, sorry, Pop Pop.
We can't go outside.
The rays from the sun could
damage the sensors in the suit.
- Ugh, guess I'll
just play shuffleboard
at night from now on.
- Well, as long as
there's no moon out.
Obviously, moonlight
is just sunlight
reflected off the moon.
- [whimpering]
[watch chiming]
- Oh, actually, I should
probably head home for dinner.
- Wait, where's
my big Lisa hug?
- [squeals] No, no.
You can't touch anyone.
- What?
- The oils from human skin
could damage the sensors.
From now on,
you'll need to refrain
from all physical contact.
- Aw...so no more Lisa hugs?
[somber music]
No more high fives
with Seymour?
No more dancing with Myrtle?
Lis, we need to have a talk.
♪ ♪
Thank you for making this suit.
It's a super swell idea,
but I don't think
I can wear it anymore.
- What?
Why?
- Well, it's sweet you want me
to live a long life,
but I wanna be able to play
shuffleboard in the sun,
and eat crispy potatoes
every day,
and a life without Lisa hugs?
Well, that's no life at all.
- Hm...I see.
So you're saying,
what's the extra time good for
if you won't get to enjoy it?
- Exactly!
Besides, I've still got lots
of great years ahead of me,
and spending time
with my grandkids
is the part I look
forward to the most.
- Aww, I'm looking forward
to that too.
Lisa hug?
[affectionate murmurs]
- [robot voice]
Physical contact detected.
[both laugh]
- You know, I still have
a little time before dinner.
Let's say we ditch the suit
and hit the shuffleboard court?
- I'd love that.
[mellow jazz music]
- Hey, Al, wanna take a shot?
- Yes, I do!
♪ ♪
- [groans]
- Nooo!
- Ha ha!
Yeah!
[crashing]
- Woo, hoo, hoo, hoo!
- [laughing]
- Glad I can still cut a rug
with my sweetheart.
♪ ♪
- Hey, Pop Pop?
Can I ask you to do one thing?
- Sure.
- Just keep being you.
- Don't have to ask me twice.
Now who wants
to play another round?
[scooter whirring
and screeching]
- Wahoo!
Scoots is gonna live forever!
[laughs]
♪ 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 ♪
[upbeat music]