Wah! Wah!
Aah!
You may be wondering why I'm screaming.
And no, it's not because I just found out
Lana's been hiding her booger stash in my room.
Ugh. - It's not a stash.
It's an exhibit celebrating all things nasal.
You should be honored.
Lana, stop listening at my door!
Anyway, I was practicing my ride scream.
Today's the annual Udder Madness Day at Dairyland.
Clyde and I never miss it.
If you can go on the ten most stomach-curdling rides
before the park closes, you win an awesome prize.
And this year's prize is gonna be "legendairy."
Good one, Lincoln!
Okay, if there's anybody else at my door,
please step away.
As I was saying, check out this year's prize:
this moo-tiful Tippy hat!
It's gonna look so good with the rest
of my Udder Madness collection.
Lemme show you.
Lana!
Don't touch! Those are the fresh ones!
They need to harden!
I've got a Tippy bobblehead,
an Udder backpack with squirt action,
and a light-up Tippy cheese curd bucket.
Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm off to win--
Come on.
You weren't listening at my door too, were you?
No! We didn't hear anything
about a light-up cheese curd bucket.
Nice save, hon.
Lincoln, we just wanted to remind you
that you are on laundry duty today.
No Udder Madness until your udder stuff is done.
Nailed it, Dad.
Thanks, honey.
Not a problem.
I'll just ask my--
"As representative for the collective group
"hereby known as the Loud sisters, I am here
"to inform you that after the five previous instances,
none of us will be covering your laundry responsibilities."
In layman's terms,
you're on your own.
This is not good.
I need this for tomorrow's full moon ritual.
This is fake blood, right?
Sure.
Got a game tomorrow! Need my lucky uniform.
Oh. Ha!
Yeah, that's just the sweat funks.
Aah!
Delicate cycle, cold wash,
perm press, and while you're at it,
an iced decaf latte with a splash of honey.
Now would be good.
Can't blame a girl for tryin'.
Oh, and to get the uranium out,
use sodium hydrogen carbonate, street name, baking soda.
Should I be wearing a hazmat suit too?
- Eh. - Don't forget my jean shorts.
Big beach day coming up.
12 separate wash and dry cycles?
I've got a better idea.
Aah!
Phew.
All 12 loads packed at once.
Sorry, ladies. I've got a hat to win.
Cold setting should cover it.
Ugh.
Uh-oh.
Whoa!
It's busted!
Time for Plan C: mic B.
Clyde, I've got a Code Aquamarine on my hands.
You tried stuffing your washing machine
with 12 loads at once to get to Dairyland on time
for Udder Madness and now your washing machine is broken?
Exactly. Do you think I can use your machine?
Uh, I would say yes,
but I've got a Code Chartreuse over here.
Your dads are washing their vintage rugs
and nobody's allowed to interrupt
their 12-hour wash cycle?
Yup.
I wish we had more machines here for you,
but pre-Victorian washing machines
are very hard to come by.
More machines!
Clyde, that's it!
Meet me at the laundromat in five minutes.
With all the machines here,
we'll be at Dairyland in no--
time?
Um, what is going on?
It's Senior Day at the laundromat, little dudes.
I'm here droppin' the beats
while the wrinklies wash their sheets.
Pew, pew, pew, pew!
Aah! Quit honkin'. Go around me.
There have to be some open machines.
You take that side. I'll take this one.
Taken.
One hour. Taken. Two hours!
Got one! Hey, Linc!
Hey, are you holdin' that machine?
No holding machines!
It's the rule! - Oh.
My--my friend is actually on his--
Hey, everybody!
This kid's trying to hold a machine.
Lincoln!
Someone's done!
Scoots.
Loud.
Aah!
Ha ha! This wrinkly's still got it!
This is gonna take forever.
There's no way I'm gonna make Udder Madness.
Come on down to Dairyland for Udder Madness!
where creams really do come true!
Quit rubbing it in, TV!
Clyde, wait. I've got an idea.
Udder Madness is still on.
Dairyland, the world's largest washing machine.
Three tickets, please.
Oh.
That's, um, my good friend, Khaki.
Yeah, he's, uh-- he's really into fashion.
Welcome to Log Tose Intolerant,
the water-based flume ride for the log tose intolerant.
Please keep all hooves, bells, and udders inside the log
at all times.
Moo.
both: Yeah!
We'll take three copies.
Clyde, we only need two.
Oh, that's right.
You two can share.
That's one ride down. Nine to go.
Now to dry these bad boys and get another ride punch.
Lincoln, they're not drying fast enough!
Can we go faster, please?
It's working!
Can we stop going faster?
You want it faster?
Well, okay.
Aah!
It's raining clothes!
I love Udder Madness Day!
Now going what to do we are, Lincoln?
Whoa!
I mean, what are we gonna do now, Lincoln?
I don't know.
My laundry could be anywhere.
It burns!
And on anyone!
It's gonna take forever to find it all.
Don't worry! We'll get your laundry
and our Tippy hats.
both: Clincoln McCloud!
Yah! Aah!
Aah!
Lucy's veil, Lola's pageant gloves,
Lisa's hazmat suit.
That's everything.
Now let's go finish those rides
and win that Tippy hat.
Lincoln, wait! Cheese!
Huh? We don't have time for photos, Cly--
whoa!
Bleh!
No, no, no!
What was I thinking, Clyde?
I should've just done the laundry the right way
like I was supposed to.
I've gotta go back home
and fix this mozzarella mess.
I'll come help.
Clincoln McCloud always sticks together.
I can't let you do that, buddy.
This is my problem.
You finish those rides without me.
You deserve to win that hat.
Machine repair instructions.
Here goes nothin'.
All right, here we go.
- Hey, buddy. - Aah! Whoa!
Congrats! You got the laundry done!
And you got a hat!
Not just a hat.
Two hats! - But how?
You dropped your punch ticket,
so I just rode everything twice.
You're the best friend ever.
Thanks, Clyde.
And thank you, Lincoln.
The jean shorts are perfect.
Beach volleyball, here I come.
Ow.
♪ 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 ♪