- ♪ 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]
♪ ♪
- Hmm.
Brain broccoli? Nope.
Family fecal and hair samples?
No.
Sorry, snake-bird.
Genetic engineering is too
pedestrian for a day this big.
- [squawks]
- Combustible ketchup? Nope.
- Lis--aah!
What's going on in here?
We heard the snake-bird,
and Mom sent me
to check on Lily.
- Eh, she's fine.
[Lily laughing]
Gah!
- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
- [groans]
- As you can see,
I'm in the midst of a crisis
of epic proportions.
I'm slated to give the keynote
research presentation
at this year's Genius-Con
and I have no new research
to present.
- Hmm. You know what always
helps me think?
A Flippee!
♪ ♪
- [slurps]
[grunts]
I'm in extreme pain,
but have no additional
neurological activity
to report.
- [grunting]
Hey, what's
with the sour face?
Your goldfish die
or something?
- Uh, there's a -pound
steel drum on your foot.
- Dang it.
That's twice today.
[both gasp]
- [sighs]
[both gasp]
- Hard work really
gets my stomach grumbling.
[gobbling]
- Is that the same cheese
we put on our nachos?
- Ah, cheese is cheese, chief.
[gasps]
My heart!
- Far be it for me
to question your ailment,
but the heart is located
in the thoracic cavity,
in a space known
as the mediastinum.
- Eh, not Flip's.
Mine's in my belly.
[rhythmic heart b*ating]
- Extraordinary pain tolerance,
misplaced organs,
a diet consisting of mostly
gas station cheese?
[gasps]
Flip!
How would you like
to be the subject
of my new
research project?
- Eh, Flip ain't
no science man.
- My research will be presented
at one of the largest
scientific conferences
in the world.
It would be great publicity
for the Food & Fuel.
- Oh!
[jackpot dinging]
Ah, you've got
yourself a deal.
[belches, farts]
- Wow! First, I'll need to run
some routine tests.
Five minutes!
That's amazing, Flip!
[water gurgling]
- [belching]
- Now, we're going to see
how you hold up
in subzero temperatures.
Amazing!
[MRI machine whirring]
Fascinating!
The experts in every scientific
field are at this conference.
- [sloppily licking]
- Hey, sorry we're late.
- We had
a lengthy discussion
about what
"smart casual" means.
- What are you two
sub-cranials doing here?
- Eh, they're here to do
promotion.
You got the samples?
- Yep.
- And the brand-new
Flip's Food & Fuel pneumatic
Flippee cannon.
- [groans]
Just don't embarrass me.
This is a big night for me.
- [scoffs] Come on, Lis.
We're pros.
[shouts]
- [groans]
- Sorry, Dr. Makhlouf!
- Please welcome Lisa Loud.
[applause]
- Greetings, colleagues.
I, Lisa Loud,
PhD, JD, MD,
and occasional DDS,
present to you
an epic discovery.
I give you...
Animalia Cordata
Mammalia Flippia!
- [belches]
- Now, to the naked eye,
an ordinary human male.
But a closer look reveals
something far different.
His liver is in his neck.
[audience oohs]
His skin is one big callus.
[audience aahs]
He has gills.
[audience gasps]
His heart beats like no other.
[creaky heart b*ating]
And last,
but certainly not least,
my greatest discovery
of all.
The specimen has
two posterior crevices.
Street name?
Butt cracks!
[audience gasps]
- So head on down to Flip's
Food & Fuel after the show.
Come for the snacks,
stay for the cracks.
[party music]
Whoo, yeah!
Come on now, baby girl!
- Oh, yeah! Flip's Food & Fuel!
Oh, yeah!
- All right!
- Ya-hee!
- Great job, Lis.
[slow clapping]
- Hmm?
- Bravo, Miss Loud.
Absolutely brilliant
presentation.
Dr. Carol Linnaeus.
Pleasure to meet you.
- Hmm.
"Incognito Laboratories"?
Never heard of it.
- Lisa, I'll be frank.
Your discovery may be the basis
of a new field of science.
We would love to do further
research on your test subject
at our facility,
just for a day or so.
[gasps]
I'm honored!
What do you say, Flip?
- Eh,
I'm not interested.
- Flip, I beg of you.
I could be Lisa Loud,
the mother of modern biology!
- That's all fine
and dandy for you, chief,
but, eh, what's in it
for old Flip here?
- Did I mention
we pay handsomely?
- I'm in!
Hey, thanks for
calling me handsome.
Hey, hey, hey.
- Eh, okay...
uh, if I could just
have you initial here,
we will be on our way.
- Uh-huh.
[grunting]
Thanks, short stack.
Between the cash
and free publicity,
ooh,
I owe you big time.
Now you boys watch
the Food & Fuel
till I get back.
both: Aye-aye, Flip!
- Now,
please come with me.
- [grunts]
- Hmm. Let's see
what you're all about.
Dr. Linnaeus.
"No results found"?
- Hmm. That's odd.
How about, uh...
"Incognito Laboratories"?
[computer chimes]
Aha!
You can't hid from me.
[shouts]
Well, it's confirmed.
There's something
very wrong here.
[chittering]
- Kitty-cat!
[laughing]
- That's not a kitty.
That's a rat.
And he has something attached
to his collar.
A business card
from Incognito Labs.
And there's a message.
"Halp"?
Who would misspell "help"?
[gasps]
This is from Flip.
[sniffing]
And it reeks of saline.
He's--he's been crying.
Take me too him, Rattus.
[mischievous music]
♪ ♪
I have a visual.
[gasps]
- [panting and grunting]
- Have they no humanity?
They're treating Flip
like a lab rat.
What? Are you
giving me that look
'cause I've offended you
as a lab rat?
Or is it because I treated Flip
the exact same way?
[gulps]
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
- Why are you
still holding Flip?
- If you're referring
to Test Subject ,
we're prepping it
for a very important mission.
Incognito Lab specializes
in aeronautics and astronomy.
Street name--
- Uh-uh-uh.
Don't "street name" me.
I know what
space travel is.
- We've long wondered
how the human body
would hold up
unprotected in space,
We just never had
the right test subject...
until now.
- [gasps]
You mean--
- We're going to sh**t
the subject into space
without a spacesuit.
- But--but the g-force alone
would obliterate him!
- You said it yourself.
It's barely human.
Meeting adjourned.
- Listen, lady.
I'm not going anywhere
until you let Flip go.
Oh, no.
[screams]
- Gentlemen, I'm here on
a matter of grave importance.
The scientists who took Flip
are planning on
sh**ting him into space.
And I need your help
breaking him out of their lab
before they can.
- We're in.
- [groans]
Pray tell,
what happened in here?
- The Flippee machine
exploded.
- Hmm...
I think I have an idea.
[mischievous music]
- Radioactive waste
coming through.
- Got ID?
- Oh, hiya, Dr. Inn.
Nice to see ya.
Come on in.
- [sneezes]
Did you hear--
- [fake sneezes]
[sniffles]
Allergy season.
[all grunt]
- Cheese me.
- [snoring]
[alarm sounding]
- [whimpers]
- Hey, how did you kids
get in here?
- Ice this fool.
[dramatic music]
- [roars]
[distorted groaning]
♪ ♪
- Go for Flip.
We'll keep 'em busy.
- You got it.
- Time for these guys to chill.
[slurping]
- [gasps]
- [sighs]
All right.
You got Sal's message.
- Hello again,
little Salvatore.
Now come on, Flip.
We need to get you
out of here.
- No can do, half pint.
This cell is locked
with the most complex
passcode on Earth.
- Hmm, passcode.
Incognito Labs.
Incognito in Latin
spelled backwards is...
[muttering]
[gasps]
Yes!
- Dang.
- Come on!
[panting, gasps]
- Not so fast.
- Ah, crud.
- Don't be a fool, Lisa.
You're walking away
from fame, fortune.
All for a test subject?
- No, doc.
That's where I had it wrong.
He's not a test subject.
He's a human being who deserves
to be treated with respect.
- [farts]
Whoa!
I didn't know there were trains
coming out of both tunnels!
- And by the way,
his name is Flip.
Now, step aside.
- I can't let you do this.
That's my test subject now.
- [shouts]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Flip, help!
- [grunting]
My emergency Flippee!
[grunts]
- [warbling]
- Wait to go, Lisa.
You did it.
- Launch initiated.
[rumbling]
- Aw, thanks for saving
old Flip's bacon.
- This calls
for celebratory Flippees!
[all cheering]
[all slurping]
- [groans]
Brain freeze.
[grunts]
[laughter]
[sunny rock music]
♪ ♪
[drumsticks clicking]
[speeding rock music]
- ♪ Any time I can,
you better know ♪
♪ I wanna play with my... ♪
both: ♪ Band ♪
- ♪ Play a little guitar
and clap my hands ♪
[cheering]
♪ Every time we get together ♪
♪ You know that
I could play forever ♪
♪ Anytime I can you better know
I wanna play with my band ♪
We are the Moon Goats!
Thank you, Burnt Bean!
- Yeah! Goat head for life!
Check out my tattoo.
all: [groaning]
We believe you.
- Oy,
wicked show, mates.
- Yeah, Sully.
You destroyed those keys.
- You can still see
the marks on his forehead.
- [laughs]
Ow.
- Let's go grab some grub.
Chunk, you coming?
- Love to, mate,
but I've got another gig.
Testing, testing.
One, two, three.
- Bingo!
- No, love.
We haven't started yet.
Oy!
- Sam, hurry and put your bass
away so we can go.
- All right, all right.
[all snickering]
all: Band pranked!
- [laughing] Okay.
You got me.
- Glad it wasn't
me this time.
- Lucky you.[coughs]
- Dudes, I can't wait for us
to be touring the world
and rocking
sold-out stadiums.
- Just don't forget all
your adoring fans back home.
I assume you want
the usual.
Moon Goat cheese fries--
- Easy on the moon,
hold the goat.
- Be right...
[imitating goat] Ba-a-ack.
Get it?
'Cause it sounds like a goat.
- All right, dudes,
game time.
Guess the rock star.
I'll go first.
all: Mick Swagger.
- I didn't even start yet.
all: It's always Mick Swagger.
[all laughing]
- Hi, I'm picking up
a to-go order.
Katie Krest.
- Guys, she's the biggest
manager in the music biz.
I'm gonna see what she's
doing in town.
- So are you new
to Royal Woods?
- No, just in town
a couple of days.
Launching a summer rock tour.
- Cool.
Here's your Lynn-sagna to go.
And should your tour ever need
a little more cowbell...
- "The Clang"?
[cowbell clangs, cow moos]
- 'Cause that's the sound
a cowbell makes.
Ha!
- Oh, yep, got it.
Did you put extra parmesan
in the bag?
- Guys, this could be
our big break!
If we can get Katie
to hear us rock,
she might agree
to be our manager.
You in?
- Oh, yeah, totally.
- Okay.
- We're here
to see Katie Krest.
- Okay, no.
Miss Krest said
absolutely no visitors,
especially musicians.
- Taking this food order
to Ms. Krest's suite.
Can you check
the room number for me?
- Give me one second, here.
Room .
- On my way.
[grunts]
- Wait, did I say or ?
Hmm...
- Room service!
Hey, Katie.
We're the Moon--
- [shouts]
Eh, don't just
stand there, gawking.
Grab a strip
and start rippin'.
[groaning]
[strip ripping]
Holy nachos!
[all groan]
- I'm gonna throw up.
- Where's that room service?
Should've been here by now.
- We're the Moon Goats,
and we're your next new band.
- I'm not looking
for any new bands.
- We don't give up
that easy.
♪ ♪
- [shouts]
No!
[groans]
- Oh, this is not my day.
- Gah!
- Dude!
Wait! Just give us a listen.
[grunting]
- You ever have that feeling
a bunch of kids are
following you?
- Every moment
of every day.
- Now!
- [groans]
- Let us play
one song for you,
and I promise
we'll leave you alone.
- [sighs]
Fine.
- Yes!
All right.
One, two, three, four.
♪ Anytime I can,
you better know ♪
♪ I wanna play with my band ♪
♪ Play a little guitar
and clap my hands ♪
- Stop, stop.
I've heard enough.
- [groaning]
- That was...
phenomenal!
I mean, I had my doubts,
but I was clearly wrong.
You've got some
serious star appeal.
The look, the vibe.
I'd love to manage you.
[band chattering excitedly]
- Congrats, kiddos.
[grunting]
Ah, I'm so ding-dang
happy for all of ya.
- All?[laughs]
No, just her.
- Wait, what?
Why only me?
- The lead singer
in one of my bands
just dropped out
of the tour.
Her cat became
an influencer.
You'd be the perfect
replacement.
What do you say?
- Yes!
- No!
- The tour leaves
at the end of this week.
I need an answer.
- Um, can you just,
uh, give us one sec?
Moon Goat conference
in the kitchen.
[door opens]
- How about
a little hold music?
- I have your card.
- Are you seriously
going to say yes?
- The Moon Goats were supposed
to make it big together.
[liquid squishing]
- I'm gonna give you guys
some space.
Would you mind
just stirring the jelly?
- Look, I hate
leaving the band too.
But I can't pass up
this chance.
I would support you guys
if you got your big break.
And I'm really bummed
you're not supporting me.
- [sighs]
Okay.
If that's what you want.
- Sorry, it is.
I need to go tell Katie.
[somber music]
- [slurps, smacks lips]
Needs some heat.
♪ ♪
- Ah!
[triumphant music]
Whoa, look at
all these gold records.
[inhales, exhales]
Whoo! Who's ready to jam?
- Luna, sweetheart.
Let me introduce you
to your new bandmates.
This is Reg, Bonnie...
- Yo.
- Yeah, sorry.
What were you
saying?
- And Jolly Jim.
- A pleasure, dudes.
I brought a little something
to share.
My dad's famous Moon G--
I mean, just cheese fries.
- I'm lactose intolerant.
- Sorry.
I'll remember that.
- Yeah,
I don't eat carbs.
- Okay, noted.
Jolly Jim?
- Wait!
The smell of cheese
makes him--
- [retches]
- Enough chitchat.
Time to rehearse.
All right,
let's try a run-through.
- ♪ Tried to use tape ♪
♪ To mend my
broken heart ♪
[band playing
slow pop punk music]
♪ But every time,
it falls apart ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Maybe try a little glue ♪
♪ But I'm really ♪
♪ Just stuck on you ♪
- [growls]
♪ Tried to use tape
to mend my broken heart ♪
- Luna,
we don't improv choreography.
- We're professionals.
- [laughs nervously]
I--I guess I got carried away.
- Great rehearsal, everyone.
- [snickers]
- Gah!
- [gasping]
- Band pranked!
- Ugh! Nice going.
Now you've
really upset Jim.
- [sighs]
Cheers to our last meal
in town before the tour.
Dudes, want to play
guess the rock star?
Okay, great.
I'll go first.
- [grunts]
- [groans]
Just come here.
- [laughing]
Not today, you bozos.
- I'm so sorry.
I was just trying to have
some fun,
like I did with my old band.
- Look, sweetie, you're not
with the Moon Goats anymore.
It's time to get serious.
- Ah!
- Sorry. I had that planned
before this talk.
♪ ♪
[somber music]
[crowd cheering]
- Well, Luna.
Today is the beginning of
a new rock-star life for you.
Adoring fans,
sold-out stadiums,
a different city
every night.
- I can't do this.
- Are you serious?
We're loading the bus
right now.
Don't tell me
your cat got famous too.
- No, look.
I--I'm super grateful
for the opportunity,
but I don't want to do this
without my friends.
I'm meant to rock
with them.
I'm so sorry.
- I know, Jim.
I'm just as shocked
as you are.
[door closes]
- Dudes, I told Katie
I'm not going on tour.
I'm back with the Moon Goats!
Why are you all
making that face?
[mic feedback squeaks]
- Oh, hello, Luna, love.
- Oh, you replaced me.
- Luna, what were
we supposed to do?
You left us.
- Yeah.
No, no, no.
I--I mean, sure.
That's cool.
I totally get it.
- Oi, I just remembered,
I have to hit the loo.
- No, Chunk, stay.
It's all good.
You're gonna love
being a Moon Goat.
Trust me.
Dudes, I never
should've left you.
I'm sorry.
Hey, I just thought
of something.
You guys probably need
a new roadie now, right?
- Would you really
want to do that?
- For sure.
All I care about
is being with you guys,
even if I have to
fetch you sodas,
or--or clean up glitter bombs.
- You're hired.
- You're hired.
- Aw!
- You're a right mate,
you are, Luna.
But I can't believe
you gave up the tour.
Always dreamed
of doing that.
Adoring fans,
sold-out stadiums,
a different city
every night.
- [gasps]
[upbeat music]
[cheering]
- Thank you, Burnt Bean.
Good night!
Stick around.
Bingo is coming up next.
- Aw, yeah!
- So what do you think?
- Chunk, welcome to
the rock-star life.
You're not a glitter guy,
are you?
- Looks like we have an opening
for a lead singer.
- How about we give
our new roadie a promotion?
- Heh. Works for me.
- You won't regret it.
I missed you guys.
- Moon Goats for life!
- Hey, losers!
I'm four espressos deep,
and I'm ready to mosh!
[rock music]
Yeah! Woo-hoo!
Mosh! Mosh!
- Oh, dang it.
Nice tattoos, Goose.
- [chuckles]
- ♪ 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 ♪
[upbeat music]
05x05 - Blinded by Science/Band Together
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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.