♪ 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 ♪
♪ That's 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.
Thank you all for attending the semifinals
of our Grandmother/Grandson Dance Contest.
And the winners are...
Nana Gayle and Clyde McBride!
Way to go, Clyde!
Congratulations, guys!
Your dance moves are amazing.
Thanks, buddy. We call that last one
the McBride Slide.
It sure wasn't easy to beat you and your Gran Gran.
Ah, thank you.
We just weren't able to execute
the Myrtle Hurdle.
So are you guys ready
to represent Sunset Canyon at the city finals?
You bet! We've been dreaming
of those first prize massage chairs.
both: Ahh.
Oof!
We just have to beat the finalists
from Twilight Towers.
I'm not one for tooting my own horn,
but I think we have this one in the bag.
I mean, who can our competition even be?
Chandler?
You know that young man?
That's Chandler McCann.
He's a bad apple.
Uh-oh, they're coming over!
Hey, McBride.
Looks like we're facing off
in the dance final.
This is my grandma.
Hi there. Gran McCann.
Hi! Nana Gayle.
No!
She probably has a joy buzzer
or an ink squirter
or maybe even a finger trap.
Nope, just arthritis.
Oh, I understand why you don't trust me.
I know about my grandson's reputation.
But I told Chandler
that I won't tolerate any funny business
during this competition.
Yeah, chill out, McBride.
I'm always on my best behavior when I'm with my gran.
Well, that's a relief.
What do you say, Clyde?
Fair and square, may the best team win?
Hmm.
Deal.
Welcome to the finals of the Royal Woods
Grandmother/Grandson Dance Competition.
Here's your host and judge,
Mrs. Bernardo!
Thank you. It's an honor
to be hosting the dance finals.
The rules of the competition are simple.
There are two rounds. Today our finalists will dance
the tango, the jitterbug, and the Irish clog dance.
And tomorrow they'll return to perform the final dance,
the waltz!
Now for the first dance today,
the tango!
Wow. Chandler and Gran McCann are good dancers.
They may be, but I have a secret weapon for us.
Mint tea. It really boosts the energy.
Whoo! Let's do this!
Yes, yes, very good.
Spotlight back on me please!
I award you
a perfect ten!
Now please welcome to the stage
Nana Gayle and Clyde McBride!
both: Ugh!
We're okay.
The makeup tables stopped us.
I'm sorry to say your score is a zero.
Aw, wait.
It wasn't their fault, your honor.
There's clearly a puddle of oil right here.
You should let them start over.
Wait, you're helping us?
Ooh, as much as we love
to see good sportsmanship like this,
there are no do-overs.
And onto the second dance,
the jitterbug.
Another stunning performance.
And my score is
another perfect ten!
both: Whoo!
Now please welcome back the McBrides!
both: Ugh!
Whoa--oof!
We're okay!
The audience broke our fall!
Well, that looks terribly painful.
Also painful, your score: zero!
But Mrs. Bernardo,
just look at these loose floorboards.
Clearly the McBrides deserve another chance.
So sorry. Rules are rules.
And now onto the final dance of the day,
the Irish clog dance!
Just simply marvelous, McCanns!
My score-- say it with me, everyone...
all: A perfect ten!
Please help me welcome back Clyde and Nana Gayle!
both: Huh?
Yah!
We're okay.
The janitor's bucket of dirty mop water broke our fall.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Oops! I think that's a leftover
smudge of balsamic from my salad.
Mmm, delicious.
both: Aww.
That doesn't seem fair
since there was an open trapdoor
on the stage.
Fair would be me getting paid double
for being emcee and judge,
don't you think?
But fear not, the McBrides can still
make a comeback tomorrow!
Today was a disaster.
Talk about a streak of bad luck.
Those McBrides are real McBozos.
They totally fell for that crud
about us not cheating.
And now all we have to do is sabotage 'em again tomorrow,
and those massage chairs are all ours.
both: Ugh!
Those little weasels!
I knew Chandler would cheat!
Hm. Well, I guess we have no choice.
We'll just have to cheat right back.
- Clyde! - Wuh!
Get ahold of yourself!
We can't stoop to their level!
If we're going to win those massage chairs
for Sunset Canyon,
we need to do it fair and square.
That's the McBride way.
You're right. But that doesn't mean
we can't show Mrs. B that those Cheating McCheaters are,
uh, cheating!
We just need some proof.
Look! There he is.
Pipes and sandbags?
That fiend!
A whole box of bats,
gonna be a heck of a party.
You have no idea.
Quiet, you.
Quick, hide!
We need to get to the theater first
so we can film Chandler and his liar-liar-pants-on-fire
grandmother booby-trapping the stage.
Our mint tea will keep us alert
so we won't miss the McCanns
when they sneak in here tonight.
Hey, McBrides.
McBrides!
Uh... both: Huh?
Ah!
What--what happened?
A lot, actually. It's morning,
and the finale's about to start.
I don't understand. How did we fall asleep?
We had our mint tea.
Did you though?
both: Snoozy time tea?
Oh, gee, how did that get there?
Good luck dancing through all the obstacles we set
while you were back here snoring.
both: Ugh! - So we have no proof
of them cheating, and we now have to dance
on a rigged stage.
Oh, we're doomed.
Actually, maybe we can still pull this off.
- But how? - Well, at least we know
what to expect on stage.
We'll be ready for it.
And thanks to the snoozy tea,
we are well rested.
Greetings, Royal Woods.
It's our final dance to determine our winner.
Get ready for the waltz!
Okay, stay alert.
Trapdoor!
Huh-uh!
Pipes!
both: Sandbags!
Wuh!
Nana, quick!
The McBride Slide!
Uh!
We're doing great. We can still win thi--
both: Ah!
Ugh!
We're okay!
The brick wall stopped us!
After another flawless performance from Team McCann,
it's clear that they are our winners.
And here are your massage chairs!
Better luck next year, McLosers.
You only won because you cheated.
Tell it to our massage chairs, McBozos.
Come on, Gran, let's go home and massage our butts.
Uh!
Uh-oh.
I mean... Ooh.
How did that get there?
Busted!
That's not Chandler's grandmother.
It's his ol' partner in crime, Trent.
Chandler McCann!
Where is your actual, non-child grandmother?
Recovering from hip surgery in Scranton.
So you've been pretending to be Gran McCann all week?
Yeah.
We just wanted the massage chairs
for when we play video games.
Well, bravo to your performance, Trent,
but boo to your ethics!
Scoundrels!
Congrats, Team McBride,
you are the real winners.
Way to go, Clyde!
As for you two,
no one disrespects the art of the dance on my watch.
You are banned from every dance contest in Royal Woods forever!
Now exit stage left.
both: Whoa!
Oof! Ugh!
Aah! Oof!
Joke's on you! Trent broke my fall.
Gah! The bats!
Why did I buy so many?