♪ 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.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbling]
Spirits, hear our plea.
Take us to the underworld post-hastily.
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbling]
[all gasp]
Aww.
[somber organ music]
Apologies, dear friends.
I'm afraid my spell work has suffered since my exile
aboard that cruise ship.
Sigh.
Big sigh.
Worry not, Lucy.
We shall get to the underworld someday.
It's not that.
Tomorrow was the anniversary of my tragic arrival
on this earth.
- Huh? - Hm?
My ninth birthday.
[somber organ music]
My condolences.
How dreadful.
Aww, why must normie society insist on celebrating life?
I'm afraid my birthdays are even worse
than a typical normie celebration.
Every year, my family subjects me to the same traditions.
Yawn.
They start the day at a frightening pitch.
all: Happy birthday, Lucy!
[party horns blowing]
Then they force me to wear
the traditional Loud birthday sash.
I suspect it's never been washed.
Hey, it's my booger from my third birthday!
[gags]
Then I'll be subjected to the dreaded bouncy castle,
a family birthday staple ever since my dad
got it on clearance.
See, Rita?
I told you we'd get our money's worth.
[laughter]
Whoa!
Then there's the singing.
Oh, the singing.
all: ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
Sigh. Finally, the torture ends.
Now in French, les dudes.
all: ♪ Bon anniversaire a toi ♪
♪ Bon anniversaire a toi ♪
♪ Bon anniversaire... ♪ - Groan.
[all gasp]
I wish my family would just forget about my birthday.
Perhaps I can make your wish come true.
Let's see.
Hmm, bilingual spell, binding spell.
Ah, here we are, birthday-be-gone spell.
In order for this spell to work,
you must gather your loved ones before the sun sets
on the eve of your birthday.
Gasp. It's almost sunset.
I'll have to work fast.
Dinner, everybody!
Ah! Where's the ding dang table?
And where are the ding dang chairs?
Ahem.
Please, follow me.
[spooky music]
♪ ♪
[barking, meowing, chirping]
[whimpering]
Hello?
I've literally been waiting here for 20 minutes.
Oh, hey, honey.
Lucy, what is this all about?
Well, with my birthday on the horizon,
I thought we could celebrate early with a sunset dinner
and, um, poetry slam.
I'm in!
I love a good slam.
[grunts]
Unnecessary.
If you'll please take your seats,
I'm eager for you all to hear my poem.
Wink.
Ahem.
Gathered 'neath the setting sun--
wait.
Where's Leni?
[giggles] No, Gavin, you hang up first.
No, you. No, you.
No, you!
[grunting, chirping]
[gasps]
Oh, no. Gavin can't swim.
Gavin, hold your breath!
Now, where were we?
Gathered 'neath the setting sun--
wait.
Where's Lisa?
[electricity crackling]
Lucy, it's far too chilly outside for al fresco dining.
But once I get this weather modulator working,
I can alter tonight's temp to a comfortable 72 degrees.
That works too.
OK, now, if there are no more interruptions--
[engine revving]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
What the dickens?
[screeches]
Ahh!
Get off me, you flying fiend!
Gathered 'neath the setting sun,
this past year is almost done.
My birthdays come.
My birthdays go.
At sunrise, you'll never know.
[clears throat] Great poem, sweetie--
very abstract.
Yeah, I was moved and junk.
Can we eat now?
- [screeches] - Patience, Fangs.
Bertrand said we won't know whether the spell
worked until sunrise.
Mmm. Good casserole, Dad.
Carpet hair garnish was a nice touch.
Mmm. [chuckles]
[gags]
Mmm, mmm.
Hmm. No screaming siblings.
No noisemakers.
Could it be?
Lola, tell me, is today special for any reason?
[gasps] Lucy, I almost forgot.
Today is my weekly mani-pedi.
Thanks for reminding me.
Yes, the spell worked.
This is cause for celebration,
if we were the celebrating type.
Ha-ha.
Good morning--
Out of my way.
I'm late for a Moon Goats rehearsal!
Toodles! I have a date with Gavin.
Sure, I'm always available
for a last-minute Gigglin' Geezer set.
I'll be right over.
Ah, ignored per usual.
Perfect.
Breakfast time, kiddo.
[crow caws]
[tense music]
I've got a spooky birthday breakfast for a spooky--
Oh! Oh, OK, that's a wall.
Happy birthday, kiddo.
Huh, I forgot about the ghost pancakes.
That was actually kind of nice.
Still, I made the right choice.
Fangs, this is the life, an all-day marathon
of "Vampires of Melancholia" with no one to bother us.
[crow caws]
Greetings, birthday ghoul.
Gasp. You scared me.
Bleh, you're velcome.
Ha-ha-ha. - Ha-ha, ha.
For your birthday, I thought we could watch
your vampire show together.
Plus, I found some fan theories for us to debate.
Do you think Tristen is a shapeshifter?
Yay or nay?
Wow, that was kinda nice.
[sighs] Sigh.
And they all lived on happily ever after.
The end.
[crow caws]
Happy birthday!
[chuckles]
Best present ever.
[sniffles]
Fangs, I've made a grave mistake.
Friends, thank you for coming on such short notice.
I need your help.
I want my birthday back.
Huh? That can't be.
Have you fallen ill?
Or been bewitched by a sorcerer?
Just hear me out.
I only remembered the birthday stuff that I didn't like
and not the really cool things my family did
to make me feel special.
And now I just missed all of it.
[sobs] What have I done?
Wait, good news--
the birthday-be-back spell.
In order for this spell to work,
you must gather your loved ones before the sun sets
on the day of your birthday.
Oh, great, this again.
[screeches]
And I only have an hour.
And some of my siblings aren't even home.
Fear not. We'll help.
Morticians Club, engage bat mode.
- Squeak, squeak, squeak! - [squeaking]
[upbeat rock music]
♪ ♪
[fast organ music]
[cheering]
[electronic music]
Ah!
♪ ♪
Welcome aboard!
I hope you took your calcium supplements
because I'm about to tickle your funny bone.
Also, they're just good for you.
[grunts] - Hey, ladies and worms.
Why are there gates on cemeteries?
Because people are dying to get in there.
Ha-cha!
[snoring]
[clears throat]
Wow, tough bus.
Hello?
My time is valuable too, you guys.
Hurry, everyone. Take your seats.
Lucy, sweetie, what's going on?
Uh, encore poetry slam.
[knuckles cracking]
Don't even think about it.
Let's get started.
My birthday's gone, and I'm filled with regret.
[bagpipes playing]
My birthday's gone, and I'm filled with regret.
Please bring it back while there's sunlight left.
[wind whistling]
I hope this worked.
Family, is today special for any reason?
Lucy, I almost forgot!
There's a new episode of "Prison Pageant Wars" tonight.
Oh, and it's also your birthday.
O-M-gosh, why are we not celebrating?
Quick, get the sash.
And the bounce house.
I told you we'd--
Get our money's worth, yes, honey.
Hug.
Um, dude?
You feeling OK?
[thermometer beeps]
Eh, 62 degrees.
That's normal for Lucy.
I'm just glad to be spending my birthday with you guys.
Did anyone make a reservation at Jean Juan's?
Move it, people. Lucy only turns nine once.
all: Happy birthday, Lucy!
Hello?
[screeches]
Um, what is happening?