05x08 - No Bus No Fuss/Resident Upheaval

[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.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- [scoffs]
Where's Lincoln?

We're going
to miss the bus.

- It is precisely : a.m.,

which means Lincoln
will misplace his backpack

in three, two...

- Where'd I put my backpack?

Never mind.
Cliff was napping on it.

- [meows violently]
- [groans]

- Followed by
a hasty breakfast.

- Lincoln.
Your burrito and OJ.

- Give me a second.
- Hmm.

I suggest you move
three steps to your right.

- [grunting]
Oh! Ooh!

[grunting]
Yes.

- I suggest you don't get
too attached to that burrito.

- Huh?
- Yoink.

- What? Hey...
- [laughs]

Snooze you lose, Stinkin'.

- Like clockwork.

- Lynn, what are you doing?

- Track just started, baby.

I'll be getting my sprint on
to school

for the rest of the season.

I'll see you chumps later.

[grunts]

[cheerful music]

- Looking good, Ernie.

Love the new beaded seat.

- Morning, Linc.
- What's up?

- Hey, everybody.
Finally Friday, am I right?

Or should
I say "Fri-yay"?

This girl knows
what I'm talking about.

- [laughs]
I do.

I do know what
he's talking about.

- [chuckles]
Oh, Lincoln.

I always love
your early morning schtick.

- Huh?

Uh, that's okay.

I guess I'll just sit
in the back to-yay.

- Uh-oh, the sequel.

[humming]

- Um, what do you think
you're doing, sixth grader?

- Having a little
pulp-free O.J.

Or should I say "O-yay"?

- [laughs]
Oh yeah.

Hit 'em with
that trilogy.

- [scoffs] No, he meant
why are you sitting

in our seat?

- Oh, uh--I didn't
think this was taken.

- Let me explain something
to you, little man.

See this line?

Eighth graders in the back
and babies in the front.

Wah, wah, wah.

- Yeah, wah, wah.

- Dude,
he just said that.

- Oof!

Well, no problems here.

I'll just, uh,
get out of your way.

Whoop. Oops.

Sorry, let me get
that for you.

Hmm.
Was it clockwise scrubbing

or counter-clockwise, heh?

- [growling]

- Never scrub, always dab.

- Lincoln,
use this stain-removing pen.

- Huh?
[growls]

- Oops.
I guess that was a marker.

- Soak up some of the OJ

with the bread
from my sandwich.

- Don't worry, Lincoln.
Help is on the way.

[grunting]

[all growling]

- Ol' family secret.

Cow manure
can get out anything,

even the frown
on a tipped-over cow.

[laughing]

Oh wait,
it was horse manure for stains,

cow manure for shingles.

- [growls]
- [whimpers]

[worried whimpering]

[indistinct chatter]

[bus idling]

- [groaning]
- [grunting]

- Thanks for trying
to help me, guys.

I guess it could've gone worse.

- [groaning]

- Speak for yourself, man.

[both grunting]

- [chuckles nervously]

[bell rings]

- It took all afternoon
and a pair of bolt cutters,

but the fire department
finally separated our wedgie.

- Now I know way too
much about Rusty

and his birthmark.

- [sighs] Ready to face
those eighth graders again?

- I don't think we have
anything to worry about.

I'm sure they've
cooled off by now.

[gentle music]

[pained whimpering]

So, not cooled off.

- I don't have enough strength

or underwear
to keep riding this bus.

- There's gotta be
another way to get to school.

all:
Hmm...

- We can't hoof it.
It's too far.

- And bikes are out.
I outgrew mine.

Must be that growth spurt
I just hit.

- Hmm. Hey.

What if we ask our parents
to drive us to school?

They could each take
a different day.

[scoffs]
That's a no go.

My parents leave
super early every morning.

My mom has work
and my dad has hot yoga.

- That's okay.

It still leaves
five sets of parents,

which is enough
for the week.

[overlapping agreement]

- All right, it's settled.
We start on Monday.

- No! Wait!
all: Oof!

- I'll call
the fire department,

[gentle music]

[growling]

[honking]
- Hmm?

Uh... [grunts]

Huh?

Good morn--
- Shh. Keep your voice down.

You'll scare away
the alien lifeform.

- [barks]

- Uh, the dog walker?

- Don't be absurd.

The cocker spaniel.

He's picking up intergalactic
signals in that cone.

- Huh?

[panting]

[all groaning]
- Zach, can you do something?

We're gonna be late.

- I think my parents might
be on to something, though.

[groaning]

Huh?

[honking]

[chuckles nervously]

[cheerful country music]

- Hope you kids don't mind
sitting on the rutabagas.

- [grunting loudly]
- Oh, pull over Mee-Maw.

- Virginia's
getting car sick again.

Never mind.
She's doing better.

[all groaning]

- There I was,

a young salesman fresh
out of textile school,

torn between my two loves...

both:
Rayon and polyester.

- [chuckles]
He tells this one a lot.

Ha-cha.
A potential sale.

Kids, grab a rack and don't
take no for an answer.

[coughing]

Let the cologne soak
into your pores, kids.

Sir,
I'm about to introduce you

to the new you.

- And I've got
a nice two-piece

from the "Good Boy" collection.

[all coughing]

[all groan]

- Can't be too careful.

Carrying six
precious angels.

- [grunting]

- Dad, are we
ever gonna go?

- Just one last
safety precaution.

Okay kids, hold on tight.
[engine starts]

[kids groan]

- [sighs]
Finally, one normal ride.

- Oh. The rules
don't apply to you.

Go ahead, your majesty.

[horn honking]

Hey, move it!

[growls]

- Oh great,
Mr. Bolhofner...

[dramatic music]

- I'll say it.
Carpooling was a bust.

- There's gotta be another way
to get to school.

both: Hmm.
I've got it!

- Lisa builds us a teleporter.
- We take the city bus.

- Your thing.
Let's go with your thing.

[overlapping agreement]

- Yeah, the bus will have
plenty of leg room

for my second
growth spurt.

Doc says it could
come any minute.

- Oh, hey.
- See how it feels, Loud?

Tell your mother
I said hi.

- [groans]

All we have to do is
take the A bus to the Q,

switch to the Magenta Line,

cross over to the ,

but only if it's a local,

then it's a straight sh*t
to school.

[overlapping approval]

[upbeat music]

- [grunting]

- Aha!
- [chuckling]

- Phew!
Guys, we did it.

I think this bus
takes us right to school.

- Huh?

- Oh.
- Dang it.

- Okay, this plan,
I feel really good about.

[squeal]

Uh...
- Eh, thanks for choosing

Flip's Trips,

where all sales are final.

- "No longer
under state investigation"?

- Eh, I've been told
I can legally say that now.

Huh?

Eh, it was cosmetic...

probably.

[all groaning]

- We here at Flip's Trips
pride ourselves on safety.

[grunting]

So fasten your seat belts.

- Mine's too loose.

- Mine's too tight.

- Mine's a garden hose.

- Just hug each other
real tight.

[kids groan]

- This might actually work out.

- All right,
aim for the shrubs.

all: Huh?

- The only way out
is down, chief.

You're gonna need these.

The parachutes are extra.

But I'll just add them
to your bill.

- I'm having some trouble
putting my parachute--

[shouts]

- Wait, wait, wait, wait!
[shouts]

[kids shouting]

[yelling, grunting]

[spitting]

- [sighs]
- I'll say it.

This plan stinks worse
than Rusty's dad.

- There's nothing wrong
with my dad's cologne.

Maybe you're just
not man enough

to pull it off.

- [sighs]
Guess we're out of options.

This afternoon, we'll have
to get back on the school bus.

[all groaning]

[older kids cackling]
- Hey, check it out.

[cackling continues]

- [groans]

- Wait, the eight-graders
are wedgy-ing you now?

- Oh! [gasps]
- Thank you.

Ever since you guys stopped
taking the bus,

they started picking
on the rest of us.

- Well,
guess it's our turn again.

- [shouts, grunts]

- Wait a minute, guys.

Maybe it doesn't
have to be anybody's turn.

all: [laughing]

- Well, well, well.

Look who's back for more.

- Looks like someone forgot
the rules of the bus.

Babies in the front.

- Let's remind
this twerp

how things work
back here.

- No. You can't tell me
where to sit anymore.

[all laughing]

- Like you can stop us
all by your puny self.

- Actually, I'm not by myself.

eighth graders: Huh?

- We're tired
of being bullied by you.

- And together,

we don't have to be
afraid anymore.

[stammering]
- Just, like, take it easy...

- [scoffs] Whatever.
[kids cheering]

- Ernie, the parking brake!

- Rusty, did you just...
- Told you. Growth spurt.

[cheerful music]

♪ ♪

- Here at Sunset Canyon,

we have many
wonderful amenities.

Yeah!
- [groaning]

- Like these state-of-the-art
vending machines

located right outside
the cafeteria,

where every meal
is a culinary adventure.

- I love Mystery Meat Mondays.

Is it chicken?
Is it rattlesnake?

Who knows?
[rattling]

- Mystery solved.

[engine whirrs,
passengers cheer]

- I sure hope
you enjoyed your tour

of Sunset Canyon, Myrtle.

Not that you needed one.

I could've sworn
you already lived here...

- [giggles]
Everybody thinks that.

Probably 'cause I'm always here
visiting this one.

[rattling]
[laughter]

Which is why I definitely
want the available room.

Here's my application.

- Well, we do have
another applicant.

The board will take
a day or two to decide,

and we'll let you know
if you get the room.

- Okay, thanks, Seymour.

Fingers crossed.

- Thank you
for your interest

in Sunset Canyon.

Now, time to see
what this baby can do

on shag carpeting.

- Wa-hoo.
- [laughs]

Well, I better get movin'
if I'm gonna catch the bus

to the ferry to the taxi
that takes me home.

- [sighs] I hope you get
the room here, Myrtle dove.

Just once, I'd love
to watch a sunset with you.

- You two have nothing
to worry about.

The man with the plan's
got this.

I'm going to make sure
Myrtle gets in here.

[all yelling]

- Sorry.
There was a snag in the shag.

[gentle music]

- And this here
is our pool room.

[sniffs]
Love that chlorine smell.

- [grunts]

- Bernie,
how often do you test

the bacteria levels
in the pool?

[gasps]

- Hey, where's Nana Gayle?

♪ ♪

- Sorry.

I popped by the kitchen
to test out the oven.

Anyone care
for a lemon scone?

- I'd like one.
- [shouts]

- Get me out
of this giant toilet.

- Thank you so much
for the tour, Bernie.

Here's my application.

- Just so you know,
there is one more applicant.

The board will take
a day or two to decide

and we'll let you know
if you get the room.

- I really hope
I get in here.

This place is wonderful.

- It would be so great to have
you living close by, Mom.

- Yeah, that would mean
more game nights,

more museum hopping.

- And more time to cook
family meals together.

- Don't worry, Nana Gayle.
I'm going to make sure
you get the room.

I'm the man with the plan...

actually, I'm best friends
with the man with the plan,

but I learned a lot from him.

♪ ♪

- Thanks for doing laps
with me.

- Anything for my favorite
Sunset Canyon board member.

Phew. Didn't expect you
to be this fast.

- I gotta hit
my daily , steps.

- You know who else
likes walking?

Myrtle.
[chuckles]

If she gets that room, uh,

she could be
your walking bud.

[grunts]

[spluttering]

- [groans]

- Thanks for treating me
to this, Clyde.

I read in
"Grey and Groovy Monthly"

that fish-nibbling spas
are all the rage.

- My pleasure.

You know who else
loves the spa?

Nana Gayle.

If she gets that room
at Sunset Canyon,

she could be
your new spa buddy.

- [chuckle] Hey, these little
guys sure are hungry.

[gasps]

- Can we get more fish
in here?

I got years'
worth of calluses.

- [groans]

[classical music]

- Wowie-wow.

These seats
are amazing.

You must've spent your entire
allowance on these tickets.

- Well, I figured an important
board member like you

could use a break
once in a while.

And hey, you know who has
season tickets to the opera?

Myrtle.

- [gasps]
You don't say.

[snoring]

- [gasps]
Clyde and Seymour?

- Lincoln and Bernie?

both: What are they doing here?
[both gasp]

- Nana Gayle is the other
applicant at Sunset Canyon?

- You know my dad's
have been wanting her

to move closer for years.

- Well, Pop-Pop's been trying
to get Myrtle in too.

- So that's why
you're schmoozing Bernie.

- Well, you're doing
the same thing with Seymour.

[overlapping arguing]
- Boys, stop shouting.

We can hear you
over the opera singers.

- Just tell Clyde you're giving
the room to Myrtle.

- What this schmoozer
meant to say

is you're giving it
to Nana Gayle.

- Look, boys,
we know this is awkward.

Nana Gayle and Myrtle
are lovely ladies,

but my vote
is for Myrtle.

Anything for my buddy Al.

- Yeah!

- And my vote's
for Nana Gayle.

- Huh?
- I could use a good spa buddy.

- Whoo-hoo!
- Calm down, Clyde.

It's a tie.

- Which means we'll
have to take this

to the head of the board.

- Wait, there's
a head of the board?

[sloppy gargling]

- If your grannies want
the room,

they're gonna
have to battle for it.

- We waited minutes
just for you to say that?

- [belches]

- As much as I want
to live at Sunset Canyon,

I wouldn't battle someone
just for a room.

Though I am taking
that kickboxing class...

[shouts]

[grunts]

- You can just tell the board

to let the other applicant
have the room.

My fighting days ended

when I left the South American
Wrestling Association.

[wildcat howls]

[both groaning]

both: I'm not gonna
let you give up just yet.

I've got a plan.

[sultry music]

- [smooches]

You must be Nana Gayle.

I'm Myrtle.
So nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet...
[clears throat]

Nice to meet...[gasps]

- Lincoln?
- Clyde?

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

What are you doing?

There's no way
you can pull off--

wow, you did
an incredible job

with Myrtle's
cat-eye makeup.

- Thanks.
It's subtle, yet makes a--

wait a minute.

You're just trying
to psych me out.

- I don't need to,

'cause you don't
stand a chance.

I'm winning that room
for Nana Gayle.

- I'm winning it
for Myrtle.

[both growling]

[horn honks]
- All right, ladies.

It's go time.

There are five challenges.

Each designed to see
who is more compatible

with the Sunset Canyon
lifestyle.

Whoever wins the most
challenges gets the room

and the glory.

Mmm-mmm.

My boo Tyler
will keep score.

Round one:
Jigsaw puzzles.

Go!
[both shouting]

[both panting and whimpering]

[bell dings]

[horn honks]
- Time!

- Round one goes
to Nana Gayle.

♪ ♪

- [growls]

- [grumbling]
- [yells]

- [shouts]

Oh!
[barks]

- Sorry.

- [grunts]
Yeah!

- Round two, Myrtle.

- [growls]

[both grunting]

- Hyah!
- Whoa, whoa!

- [grunts]
Whoo-hoo.

- Round three, Nana Gayle.

Huh,
good thing he's cute.

[both grunting]

- [as Nana Gayle]
Is that all you got?

- Oh, chicken fight.

Room must have opened up.

[both grunting]

- Yeah, noodle her.

- [groaning]

- Round four, Myrtle.

[both grunting]

- Back off.
I want this.

- You back off.
I want it more.

[grunting]

[both grunting]

- Um, we can explain.

- [chuckles]
Relax.

I knew you two clowns
were wearing disguises.

I just wanted
a good show.

[both sighing]

- So did one of us win?

- Yeah, so which of our
grandmothers get the room?

- Neither,
'cause you both cheated.

[both groaning]

Show's over people.

Yo, Tyler.
Let's go back to my place.

Whoo-hoo!
[laughs]

- Man, we really messed up.

I'm sorry, Clyde.

- I'm sorry too.

- Come on,
let's go talk to Scoots

and see if we can
sort this out.

[knocking]

- What?
- It's Lincoln and Clyde.

Can we come in?
- [sighs]

- Scoots, please give
our grandmas another chance.

- They shouldn't have to miss
out on living here

just because we messed up.

- Eh, fine.

Just quit it
with the mushy talk.

It gives me hives.

So who do I give the room to?

- Let Nana Gayle have it.

- No, give it to Myrtle.

I insist.

- Oh, I don't haveall day.

Come back to me
when you decide.

[yells]

- [groans]

[both gasp]

- What's going on?
[gasps]

Scoots, you've been hogging
a giant two-bedroom suite

this whole time?

- Yeah,
that's an awful lotta space

for just one person.

- No it ain't.

I need the second room
to store my scooter.

And Ty-Ty's motorcycle.

both:
Two-bedroom suite, huh?

[pleasant music]

- I can't believe this...
[groans]

- Thanks again Scoots
for giving up your room.

- Yeah, yeah...

Come on, Tyler.

Let's see if we can cram
your bike into my new single.

- Oh great, you're here.

Nana Gayle, I'd like you
to meet Myrtle, my gran gran.

- Oh, it's so lovely
to finally meet you.

- [giggles]
It's great to meet you too...

- [grunting]
- Roommate.

- [chuckles stiffly]
- Sorry, I'm a hugger.

- [barks]

- And this little cutie
is Bingo.

- More bingo?

I'm coming.
- No, it's the dog's name.

- Oh, he's adorable.

Oh, I have somethingfor you.
- Room...ies.

"Roomies"?
How thoughtful.

- Look at those two.

They're getting along so well.

[gasps]
Just like us when we first met.

[car approaching,
cheerful music playing]

- You ladies better
unpack quick.

The ice cream truckis here

and we get
a senior discount.

both:
Senior discount?

- [as Nana Gayle]
Why, thank you, young man.

[both slurping]

- Oh, I can't believe--

[grunts, shouts]

- ♪ 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 ♪