06x16 & 06x20 - Save the Last Pants/A Stella Performance

[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]

♪ ♪

[school bell rings]

[indistinct chatter]

It's true.

Gus is debuting
a new pizza flavor today,

and word on the street
is it's watermelon molé.

- Wow.
- [chuckles]

Watermelon on pizza?
Ugh.

This time humanity
has just gone too far.

Guys, check out these sick moves

I've got planned
for the dance battle game.

Ah, ooh, you just gotta feel it.

Ah, ooh.
[yelps]

Now imagine that,
but I don't fall.

Hey, Rusty.

Dad, what are you doing here?

Did you forget I'm hanging
with the Dawg Squad today?

Dawg Squad?

Yeah, we never
approved that name.

I'm in a real polyester pickle.

My fabric guy sent me
the wrong swatches,

and now I have to
drive to Hazeltucky

and exchange them
for something more suit-able.

[laughs]

[clears throat]
Anyhoo,

I need you to watch the store
until I get back.

It should only take a few hours.

Gee, I don't know.

[whimpers]

Uh...

[whimpers]

A better way
to spend my afternoon!

Happy to help, Dad.

You will?
Ha-cha!

Sorry, Dawg Squad.
I'll catch up with you later.

[all coughing]

Still a no on Dawg Squad!

Now, let's see.

Use felt hangers
for the designer duds,

arrange the ties
from fun-time casual

to serious business.

And don't forget
the Spokes-men motto.

Both:
For satisfaction guaranteed,

learn what a dude wants
and what a dude needs.

There's that old sales gene.
Oh, that reminds me.

Boot cut jeans are
on sale over there.

Rust-man, you're really
saving my hide.

[sniffles and sobs]

Dad, not the silk!

That was a test, son,
and you passed.

Just one more thing
before I leave.

Nothing on that tailoring rack
is for sale. Those items are...

Pick up only.
Don't worry. I got this.

Ha, that's my boy.

Okay.
Got it, Dad.

Don't wanna keep
the fabric guy waiting.

See ya.
The sooner he's back,

the sooner I can hang
with the Dawg Squad.

Then again, maybe
I can hang with the Dawg Squad

without leaving the store.

Hey, Rusty. How are things
going over there?

Pretty sweet, bro.

Now tell me about
the watermelon molé pizza.

It's hard to describe.
It's sort of...

Ugh.

[groaning]

My old suits aren't cutting
it anymore at the bingo hall.

I need a fresh look.

Ugh!
I can't get a sig on my cell.

Whoa!

Uh, what are you doing, kid?
Whoa.

Hey, you really think
I could pull off leather?

I'm gonna go try this on.

So what do you think, Thorn?

I don't have a reflection,
so I can't tell.

- [caws loudly]
- [shushes]

I'm pretending I'm a vampire.

Thanks for ruining the fantasy.

Sweet.
My signal's back.

[electronic music]

Step to the left.

Step to the right like this.
Watch and learn.

♪ ♪

[caws]

I've been struck.
Thorn, avenge me!

Hey!

Oh, those chinos will be
great for your DJ gig, Ty-Ty.

I don't know, babe.
Let me test them out.

Party people,
can I get a what's up?

♪ ♪

Mm, I think I need
a second opinion.

Hey, man.
What do you think these chinos?

I'm spending all my tickets
on this ergonomic neck pillow.

No way.
That is the worst option.

Oh, you're right.
What was I thinking?

[crying]

Ugh. Nice work, bozo.
You crushed his chino dreams!

[phone ringing]

- Ha-cha-cha!
- Dad.

I won't be back for a
few more hours, Rust-man.

The fabric guy is more stubborn

than wrinkles on rayon.

Okay, gotta get going.
See ya!

Ugh. At this rate,
I'm never gonna get to Gus's.

But maybe I can get Gus's
to come to me.

♪ ♪

Rusty, this was an awesome idea

to hang out
while you're working.

Yeah, this rocks.

Hey, Rusty.

Don't take this the wrong way,
but don't you have to work?

Stella, Stella!
I am working.

And vibing.

I can do both
at the same tiz-ime.

Besides,
if the customer needs me,

he'll gimme a shout for help.

Hello?
I'm shouting for help!

I'm stuck in my leather pants!

Whoo-hoo!
Pump up the volume!

♪ ♪

[gasps]
Great moons of Jupiter!

So shiny!
Must try on.

And now feast your eyes
on my new move,

the sweater fold.

♪ ♪

I found them.
The perfect pants.

They were on that rack
in the back of the store.

Uh-huh.
Little busy, bro.

Just ring us up
before we change our minds.

Have a dud-lightful day.

Hey, you're pretty good at this.

Thanks, bro.

[phone ringing]

Uh, I better take this
in my office.

Important store business.

Go for the Rust-man.

Son, it's me, your father.

I forgot to mention that
a big customer is coming by

around closing time
to pick up his pants.

They're the tight white pair
from the tailoring rack.

They were on that rack
in the back of the store.

You're in trouble, sales boy.

And no pressure,
but this client has the power

to make or break Duds for Dudes

with just one social media post.

Keep it on the DL,
but it's Mick Swagger!

[gulps]

- No, no, no.
- Hey, Rusty. What's going on?

I just sold
Mick Swagger's pants.

This could ruin
Duds for Dudes forever.

I have to get those pants back.
Will you guys help me?

Of course.
We're your Dawg Squad.

He's having a bad day.
Just roll with it.

Okay.
Here it is.

Tyler's DJ service.

Yo, yo, yo.
It's your boy Tyler.

Leave your message
after the air horn.

[air horn blares]

I got his voicemail!

Sorry.
That air horn was loud.

Maybe Tyler is with Scoots.

To Sunset Canyon.

We only have it an hour
until Mick arrives.

[quirky dramatic music]

Help.

I got one leg outta the pants,
but I can't feel the other one.

♪ ♪

Scoots, we tried calling you.

What's so important
that you can't answer a phone?

It's Zen hour,

a time for residents to relax
and unplug from our devices!

Where's Tyler?
I desperately need his pants.

Chillax, sales boy.
He's DJing his gig.

- Did he say where?
- How should I know?

Just because we're dating

doesn't mean I hang on
every word he says.

Now scram!

I got a restorative
tai chi class to catch.

It keeps me calm!

We'll just have to check
every DJ venue in town.

[laid-back folk music]

♪ ♪

Nu-uh.

♪ ♪

[rock music]

No.

[soft dramatic music]

Whoa!

♪ ♪

Oh, don't fret, Rusty.

Maybe we can go back

and ask that groom fella
for his britches.

I thought those
were mighty slick.

That groom is not going
to give up his pants.

It's hopeless. Mick will be at
the store any minute,

and we're no closer
to finding Tyler.

Ooh, you're gonna
love this club.

Agnes says the DJ's on fire,
and his pants are far out.

Far out pants?

Looks like
it's not hopeless after all.

[suspenseful music]

Come on, guys.
This could be It.

[cheering]

Sorry, pack of kids.
I already spun the limbo song.

- No, I need those pants back.
- Tough.

These pants
are a part of me now.

I'll never give them up.

[thumping electronic music]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

How about an exchange?

Your pants for Zach's
much cooler ones.

Hmm.

♪ ♪

Deal.

[gasps and screams]

What have you done?
- I improved them.

I didn't take four years
of DJ fashion styling

to show up looking basic.

Aw!

[dramatic music]

Ugh! I can't believe
you traded my pants, Rusty!

You can be mad at me later.

We have 15 minutes
before Mick arrives.

We'll head
to the tailoring section,

patch these up,
and my dad will never know.

[yelps]

[wails and grunts]

[groans]
Got 'em.

[bird squeaks]

♪ ♪

Do they look okay?

[all shudder and groan]

[groans]

What do we do now?

Maybe the carpet steamer
could help or some seltzer.

Ha-cha! Rodster is back
with the swatches.

How'd it go, Rusty?

Tight.
Tight.

Everything was tight.
Nothing was tight.

[dubious notes]

Nothing was tight.

I wanted to hang
with my friends,

and I wasn't paying attention

and sold Mick's pants
to someone else.

And now they're ruined,
just like Duds for Dudes.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Well, I'm not happy
you did that,

but I'm glad you fessed up.

The Spokesmen didn't get
where we are today

without making a few mistakes
and then fixing them.

Now show me
what we're working with.

[ominous music]

We're doomed.

[rock music]

[British accent] Hello,
retailers of Royal Woods!

Blimey, are those me trousers?
What did you do?

I... uh... sorry.
[gulps]

This customer is not satisfied.

For satisfaction guaranteed...

both: Learn what a dude wants
and what a dude needs.

Mick, my man, let me hit you
with some knowledge.

You want the world to know
you're the king

of edgy rocker fashion, right?

I should know that already,
but go on.

A one-of-a-kind dude like you
needs one-of-a-kind pants.

Before we redesigned them,
your pants were so last album.

So do you wanna be
yesterday's Mick Swagger

or today's Mick Swagger?

I just don't know...

how I ever lived
without these pants!

[all gasp]

You're absolutely right, mate.
I want these pants.

I need these pants!
I love these pants!

- Yeah!
- All right!

- Ha-cha!
- All right!

Oh, I'm posting on me
social that Duds for Dudes

is the only store for me
when I'm in Royal Woods.

And sent.

- I knew you were good at this.
- He sure is!

Now, who wants to celebrate
with some Flippees?

First round's on me, mates!

- Sounds good.
- Oh, yeah.

[upbeat music]

Hello? Hello?
Where'd everybody go?

Well, it was a tight fit,
but I got it on.

[chuckles]

Aw.

♪ 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 11 kids ♪

♪ That's the way
it always is ♪

♪ In the Loud house ♪