It's amazing that Jesse got us
VIP tour passes to the White House.
Are you kids excited back there?
I know I am.
I read that the White House has its own bowling alley.
I hear there's a whole room devoted to ice cream sundaes.
I can't wait to see the dresses
worn by all the First Ladies.
I'm excited to take a peek at that kitchen.
I bet they have wooden spatulas dating back to the 1800s.
Oh, I can just imagine all the splinters
I'm gonna get.
- Ooh, cool. - This is totes amazing.
- Everything's huge! - Wow.
Hi, there, we're the Loud family and--
Loud indeed.
Ah, you must be my VIP tour.
Well, looks like we'll be skipping
the bowling alley, sundae room, dress room,
and the White House kitchen.
- What? - No fair.
I can't risk anything getting broken
because of an unruly group of tourists.
Hey, why do you get to decide what we see, pal?
You're not the president.
Bosley Bullsworth's the name, and I am the president...
What?
Of the White House Tour Guide Association.
I'm known as the Bulldog.
Um, why do they call you the Bulldog?
Ah, now it makes sense.
I expect you all to be on your best behavior.
Today is the president's birthday,
and I won't have you ruffians ruining it.
Ooh, can we sing to him?
Yeah, that sounds like ruining it to me.
There will be no singing, no wandering off,
and no touching anything. Do not test the Bulldog.
I would hate to have to put you all
in the White House dungeon.
Just kidding.
I would love to put you all in the White House dungeon.
Now follow me.
Hi, there's not really, like, a dungeon here, right?
There is.
In fact, a month ago, a guy taking a tour
turned on a light without permission.
He spent a week down there.
I don't see you behind me!
Excuse me, Mr. Bulldog, sir,
but this is the seventh hallway you've shown us.
Can we see something more exciting?
All right.
I suppose I can show you one room.
- The bowling alley? - The sundae bar?
- The dress room? - The White House library.
Sorry, but that is way better than a sundae bar.
Oh.
The White House bowling alley?
Oh, man, it's right here.
Go on and take a peek. We'll cover for you.
Whoo-hoo!
Whoa.
Yes!
And that's the Presidential Library.
Any questions? - Ooh, yes.
Can the president pardon himself
so he doesn't have to pay late book fees?
Oh, hilarious.
All right, now let's make sure we haven't lost anyone.
2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12. Hold on.
Are we missing someone?
Sorry, just tying my shoe.
Oh, all right.
Now because you surprised me by behaving in the library,
I'm going to show you another exciting place...
I'm awake.
The White House laundry room.
Ooh!
I bet it was President Washington's favorite.
I'm gonna pretend that I didn't hear that.
All right, follow me.
White House sundae room.
Psst, go live your best life, dude.
We got your back.
Whoa.
And that's why fluff and fold was added to the Constitution.
Now let's make sure that we're all still here.
Wait a minute.
Someone seems to be missing.
Sorry, just tying my shoe.
All right, now I have a real treat for you,
the office supply closet.
Ooh, I bet that's a real staple of the White House.
Oh, wow, tough crowd.
Lola, this is the room with the First Ladies' dresses.
Go. We'll cover you.
Ooh, la, la, très chic.
First Lady's dress
for president's birthday party tonight.
Well, I don't think she'd mind.
Hello, it is I,
Lola Loud, your beloved First Lady.
Nah, forget that. Your president.
I was just tying my shoe.
An awful lot of loose laces today.
All right, move it along.
Time to visit the White House recycling room.
- I bet that room-- - No.
And that concludes our tour. I'm surprised.
I expected you to be trouble, but you were all well behaved.
Eh, too bad for me.
I didn't get to let the dog out.
All right, please make your way
to the White House exit.
That is one strange little man.
Kids, I'm sorry you didn't get the tour you hoped for,
but I'm proud of you for being so good.
Now, who wants to hit the hotel pool?
Totally.
Wait.
We can't leave. There's one little problem.
Actually, two little problems.
Make that three little problems.
Ow!
Seriously?
I can't believe the three of you.
Uh, make that four.
Five.
Whoo-hoo!
Kids, how could you?
Your father and I are very disappointed,
aren't we honey? - Uh...
Well, uh...
Oh, oh!
Lynn.
You'll have plenty of time to yell at me later, Rita,
when the Bulldog tracks us down and sends us
to the dungeon forever.
He's not gonna do that
because we are going to sneak back in
and fix everything before he notices.
Just follow my lead.
Excuse me, before we get back on the road,
would you mind if we use the restrooms?
They're right down the hall you just came from.
Thank you, ma'am.
Have you all been in the bathroom this whole time?
Well, we are a big family.
Hey, how does my hair look?
I want to be picture perfect for all these cameras.
Of course, the whole building is under surveillance.
I should have known.
So it doesn't matter that we fixed everything.
There's still proof we went where we weren't supposed to.
If we can get into the security room,
we can remove the footage that shows us making a mess today.
And I've accessed
the White House blueprints online.
The security room is down the hall.
We just need to get past the receptionist again.
Um, excuse me, but we all need
to use the restrooms again.
I feel your pain, folks.
I'm cursed with a tiny bladder too.
Yeah, thank you.
Geez, tighter security than expected.
Hmm. Oh!
The camera room is directly below us.
We can gently lower ourselves down--
Quick, quick, quick, we're looking for a hard drive
where they'd store all the video footage.
You mean like this one?
Ah!
I knew all of you were trouble.
My Bulldog senses are never wrong.
Time to call the president.
Please don't, Mr. Bulldog. We're really sorry.
We were so curious, we couldn't help ourselves.
Maybe time in the dungeon will teach you
to show respect.
Hello, Mr. President. Yeah, Bulldog here.
I caught some tourists who ran amok
in the White House today, and I just want you to know
I'm sending them to the dungeon so that your birthday is safe.
What's that?
The bowling alley lane has never been so smooth?
And the ice cream machine no longer leaks?
OK, but--huh?
First Lady loves the new design of her dress?
And your guitar is finally in tune?
OK, but what about the bust--
now he's smiling and doesn't scare you?
And you snuck some frosting off the new cake,
and it's even more delicious than the smooshed one?
What? All right, hang on.
He wants to talk to you.
Um, hello Mr. President, this is Rita Loud.
Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Oh, thank you, sir.
Gang, the President is so happy with the improvements
we made today that he invited us
to his birthday party.
- So exciting! - This better not be a a joke!
- Seriously? - No way!
This is wrong.
But if you're gonna meet the President,
I'll accompany you to keep you in line.
I'm sorry, Bulldog, but he specifically said
you weren't invited.
He wants us to meet him in the party room.
I know where that is. Follow me.
Whoa!
The Bulldog is not happy.