- ♪ 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.
♪
- Hey, Frank. - Frank, over here, buddy!
- He's so cool!
- Now, before we pack up, I need a volunteer
to look after Frank this weekend while I'm out of town.
- Come on, please, Mrs. Johnson! - Me! Me!
- Lincoln. - Yes!
- Way to go, Lincoln. - Aw, man!
- Now, Lincoln, this is a major responsibility.
Frank needs to be fed twice a day,
and under no circumstances should he
be let out of his cage.
Unlike me this weekend.
- Well, see ya Monday, Mrs. Johnson.
This is gonna be the best weekend ever!
- I'm not sure your sister Leni will think so.
Remember last Halloween?
- I got it!
- Trick or tr-- - Ah!
Spider!
- Ugh! I'm all right.
She hid in her room for three weeks.
- If I had to worry about my sisters
every time I wanted to do something,
I'd never do anything.
Besides, I have a plan.
Stealth mode.
- Now I'm worried.
- Spider! -
- Get it away! Get it away!
- Aw, come on, it's fake!
- Shh...
There ya go, buddy!
- Can I borrow the big kid scissors?
Hey, what's that?
Oh-ho! He's so creepy!
Can I play with him? Can I?
- No, no, Frank stays in the cage.
- Aw...
- Lana, give me back my dolly!
Eee!
He's so adorable!
Has Leni seen this?
- No, and we want to keep it that way, don't we?
So shh.
- Excuse me, some of us are trying to solve for Y.
Is that an aphonopelma chalcodes?
- Uh... it's a tarantula.
My class calls him Frank.
- Fascinating specimen.
Has Leni seen this?
- No, that's why I'm trying to keep him a--
Secret.
- Has Leni seen it?
- Guys, for the last time,
Leni's not gonna see--
- See what?
Nothing!
- Oh, my gosh!
Are you planning a surprise party for me?
Wait, don't tell me.
I want to be surprised.
- That was close. -
- You better know what you're doing, Lincoln.
- Hey, you look a little sluggish, buddy.
Bet you'd really like to get out and stretch your legs.
I guess a few minutes wouldn't hurt.
- Now, where did I put those crickets?
Maybe this'll cheer ya up.
Frank?
Where'd you go?
Frank, come out! This isn't funny!
Crud.
Where are you, Frank?
Where are you? Where are you?
Where's who?
- There you are!
The two cutest twins in town!
Found 'em! See ya.
- He was talking about me. - I sure hope so.
- What in Schroedinger's cat?
- Sorry, Lis. I'll clean it up later.
Lynn, freeze!
- We're playing freeze tag? Cool!
- Ow! - Dude!
- Really dig what you're laying down there, sis!
Gotcha!
- What are you doing with my fake spider?
- Fake? Oh, nothing.
Here,
and here's your fake dog poop.
- I don't have any fake dog poop.
- Ah!
- Just kidding!
Where are you?
- What are you doing, you weirdo?
- I'm, uh...
Looking for my contact lens!
Oh, there it is!
That's better.
- Can I unfreeze now?
- Crud, crud, crud!
- All right, Lincoln.
You don't wear contacts.
What is going on?
- You've been acting even weirder than usual, bro.
- Yeah, there's no way you think Lana is cute.
- Okay, I'll tell you.
Well, Frank was looking sluggish,
so I took him out of his cage to get a little exercise,
and then I turned to get the crickets,
and he was gone.
- What are we whispering about?
Oh, right, my surprise party!
Don't worry. I won't tell me.
See, I know nothing,
just making a smoothie.
- Where did he go? - Where?
- The spider? - What are we gonna do?
- Oh, I need milk.
- Wait! You're lactose intolerant!
- No, I'm not.
I'm tolerant of everyone,
whether they lack toes or not.
No!
Huh?
- Eee, pider!
- So who wants to try my new recipe?
It's curds and-- -
- Way, way too much spinach!
- Ugh! I know. What was I thinking?
Ha, nice try, Luan, but I'm not falling
for another one of your fake spiders.
Though, this one looks pretty real.
Spider!
No!
- Worst surprise party ever!
- Frank! No-oh-oh-oh!
- I just want to say I'm sorry for your loss
and that I'd be honored to serve as funeral director.
I keep an assortment of caskets on hand.
Were you thinking shoebox, or for a little more money,
mahogany?
- Hey, Lincoln,
I brought you this casserole.
My nana said that there's
no greater comfort in times of grief.
- Thanks.
This might as well be my funeral too.
Our whole class is gonna hate me
for letting this happen to Frank.
- We are gathered here to mourn the untimely passing
of Frank the tarantula,
a pet beloved by all.
- Except Leni.
- The murderer!
- Yeah!
- This is all Leni's fault.
- Guys, this isn't Leni's fault.
It's mine.
- Ew, ew, ew!
- I knew Leni was afraid of spiders,
but I brought Frank home anyway.
It was a bad idea.
I guess I deserve to have my whole class hate me.
- Ew, gross, Cliff! Show some respect!
- Whoa, weird. This hairball looks like Frank!
- Ew, gross, Lana!
Show some respect!
- Because this isn't Frank!
It's a hairball too!
Which means Frank could still be alive!
- Spider!
- And it sounds like Leni just found him.
- Uh, that wasn't Leni.
I know that scream.
Oh, hi, Mr. Loud. Trick or tr--
- Spider!
- I'm all right.
- Dad's afraid of spiders?
- And it looks like he's got
the exterminator on speed dial!
Frank!
♪
- Oh, hello, cute little caterpillar family.
- It's okay, sir. There's been a misunderstanding.
You don't need to kill the spider.
- Ha, what are you? A spider hugger?
Nobody stops me from getting my spider.
- I got to go save Frank!
- We can help. - I can help too.
- Okay, you guys distract the exterminator
while I look for Frank.
Unfreeze.
- There's a big scary spider
in the last room on the right!
I hope someone can exterminate this ugly spider!
- Ah!
- What's the matter?
Afraid of a little rubber spider?
- I ain't afraid of nothin'.
- Excuse me. -
- The scary spider went in there.
- Mm...
- What are you doing, you weirdo?
- Oh, well, uh... I didn't--
I'm a spider. Come and get me.
I'm all right.
- Kids, they can be so juvenile.
Mouthwash?
- My special ghost pepper formula.
The tingle means it's working.
- Frank's not downstairs, so he must be--
♪
- Upstairs.
- Ha! I've got you now!
- Wait, stop, no!
Huh?
- Wha--
- Wahoo!
- Frank!
- Yes, Frank! - Wahoo!
- Why you...
- Hold it right there, mister.
If you exterminate this spider,
you'll exterminate this boy's future.
Everyone will think he's a spider killer,
and no one will ever trust him again.
Do you really want that on your conscience?
- Wow.
I never thought of it that way.
Lady, you just changed my life.
Really?
- 'Course not,
you spider huggers!
Exterminator out.
Here's my bill.
- Leni, that was amazing!
But why?
- I heard what you said at the funeral,
and besides, maybe spiders aren't so bad after all.
I mean, this one's kind of cute.
No, it's not! Take it! Take it!
Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew! Ew! It blinked at me!
- Let's get you back in your cage, Frank.
- I always thought Frank was a strange name
for a female spider.
- Frank's a girl?
- Mm-hmm. I can tell from the markings.
Plus, female spiders
always get sluggish before they give birth.
- Frank's gonna be a mommy?
Aw!
- Bye, Frances! - Later!
- So long, Frances.
- I'll miss ya, Frank,
but I'm glad things are gonna be
back to normal around here.
- 20, 21, 22...
23...
Spider!
♪
- It's chore day at the Loud house,
and taking out the trash is my job,
and in a family as big as mine,
chores can be pretty intense,
but we get through 'em, 'cause we all do our fair share.
♪
- Chores all done!
- Well, except maybe for Leni.
Wait. Two of you do one chore?
- Three of us. - Ah!
- Sigh.
- Lynn Loud makes the snag!
Touchdown!
- That doesn't seem very fair.
- Open sesame, bro.
- Little present from Charles.
Special delivery from Cliff,
and airmail from Walt.
♪
- What about Geo?
- I taught him to use the toilet.
- This isn't a chore for you; it's a hobby.
- Uh-oh. Geo fell in again.
Hang on, baby! Mama's comin'!
Can I get a little help here?
- Can't you see I'm doing the laundry?
Ha! LOL, Bobby.
- Whoa!
Dang it.
- Dude, what gives?
- All right, everyone, listen up!
It has come to my attention that
I've gotten a raw deal in this house.
- You mean your white hair? It's nice.
It makes you look like Pop-pop.
- I'm not talking about our grandfather!
I'm talking about my chore!
It's way harder than all of yours, and it's not fair.
- Please, our chores are
just as hard as yours,
if not harder.
- Oh, really?
Look at Lisa. What does she even do?
- Oh, hold on a moment, Janice.
I do the bills, Lincoln.
Now, listen, I want that charge removed, Janice.
I don't think anyone in this house
bought a car in Saskatchewan.
- Well, if all of you
think your chores are so hard,
I'm sure one of you won't mind trading with me.
- No way, Lincoln.
There's a very delicate balance in this house,
and if we all start trading chores,
it will literally open up a can of worms.
- What's so bad about that? Worms rule.
- Okay then.
One, two, three, four!
I won't do your stupid chore!
- What the heck are you doing?
- I'm on strike until someone agrees
to trade chores with me.
Five, six, seven, eight!
Garbage day will have to wait!
- What am I supposed to do with all this poop?
- 9, 10, 11, 12!
Take that poop out by yourself!
- Ugh, will you stop talking in chants?
- 13, 14, 15, 16! Uh--
Hmm...
- Think we should intervene, honey?
- No, not yet, I want to see what
he rhymes with 16.
Also maybe we should let
the kids handle this themselves.
They might learn something.
- Good idea.
In that case, it's time for ol' Jigsaw Loud
to get back in the puzzle game.
- Didn't we agree
never to use that name again?
♪
- And that's why I deserve to be
the next Miss Cute'n'Mean's Beauty Queen.
- What do I want? Someone else's chore!
When do I want it? Now!
What do I want? Someone else's chore.
When do I want it?
Ow!
- So what'd you think, Chunk?
- It stinks.
- Way harsh, dude.
- Not the song, your room.
Chunk's gotta blow.
- Think it through. Don't be rash.
Trade with me, or live with trash!
Think it through. Don't be rash.
Trade with me, or live with--ah!
Ha, missed me!
Ah!
- Ew.
- Aw, got a problem?
- Oh, not with you, Pop-pop.
♪
- Princesses cannot exist in this filth!
- It's disgusting, and I know disgusting.
- I totally agree. - This can't go on.
We have to do something.
- Hey, hey, ho, ho!
Tomorrow I get a whole new cho'...
er.
Good thing they're giving in,
'cause I'm all out of rhymes.
Lori, where's all my clean laundry?
- Hmm, laundry, laundry--
Oh! I didn't do it.
- And why not?
Ha! You're going on strike?
- We're all going on strike
until you end yours.
- That means no laundry,
no clean dishes, no vacuuming.
- And no doing the bills.
Janice, cut the power and the water.
We're going off the grid.
- Well, good luck,
'cause I'm not backing down.
Neither are we!
- One, two, three, four!
I won't wash your clothes no more!
- Chores! Huh? What are they good for?
Absolutely nothing!
Say it again!
- Now should we intervene?
- Oh, no, let's give the kids a little more time
to resolve this on their own.
- Sweet! Who's up for round two?
Jiggy Loud's about to do a pizzy up in this hizzy!
- Uh-huh.
Ugh!
Ew, what is that?
- Ha, bunch of hair from the sink drain.
Makes a great footbag.
- Hey, Lori, now that Lisa stopped paying the bills,
it must be pretty hard having no cell service.
- Who needs cell service?
I found a new way to text Bobby.
Fly away, my faithful messenger!
- What? Phones crash all the time.
- Pretty messy in here.
Must be hard to get any work done.
- On the contrary.
The garbage and my chemicals have fused,
creating a scientific breakthrough.
I call him homo trashilius,
or Trashy for short.
- Ah!
- Okay, now should we intervene?
- I still think the kids can solve this themselves.
Besides, the house has looked worse.
Aw, come here, sweetie.
- Round three with Jiggy P?
- Mm.
- Ah!
♪
- Help! My footbag's out of control!
- This could all be over if you'd just end your strike.
- Not till you end yours!
- Hi, we're from the Miss Cute'n'Mean pageant,
here to do a behind-the-scenes interview
with Miss Lola Loud.
- ♪ Here she is
♪ The next Miss Cute'n'Mean! ♪
- Ew!
More like Miss Gross'n'Gnarly!
Interview over!
- No!
You...
This is all your fault!
- Lori! -
- Walt brought me your text.
Usually, I bleed profusely from my nose,
turn into a robot,
and eventually faint when I'm around you,
but this has given me the confidence to say,
"I love you too!"
- What? - Don't worry.
I already broke the news to Bobby.
He took it pretty hard,
but a really nice cheerleader is consoling him.
- Whew! Finally lost Lola.
- You!
- Ah!
- Trashy, bad!
No, no, not you, Janice.
- Lisa, what have you been feeding him?
- His name is Trashy.
What do you think, genius?
- Baby?
- Great, Lincoln, you made Lily cry.
- There, there, it's okay, Lily.
- I'm more than just poop patrol.
- Guys, if the raccoon was in the crib,
then where's Lily?
- Lily! - She's in here somewhere!
- We'll never find her in this mess.
- We have to clean up.
I declare this strike officially over!
Ow!
Who's with me?
We are!
- Janice, how soon can we get back on the grid?
24 hours?
What if I throw in a muffin basket?
- Come on, you got to be here somewhere!
Hang on, Lily. Your big brother's coming!
- There's a better way.
- Wash and learn!
- Sigh.
- Hang on, Lily. I'm coming!
♪
So much underwear!
- Yeah, and that's just dad's.
Now get out of my way, little bro.
I've got a system.
- Hey, sugar lips.
Should our couple name be Clori or Llyde?
- Bobby and I are back together.
- Abort, abort.
- Poop patrol is done, but no Lily!
- Beds are made, no Lily!
- No baby.
- Maybe she's under all this trash!
- Step aside.
Taking out the trash is my job.
- Well, we've all done our chores,
and there's still no Lily.
- This is all my fault!
For the rest of my life... -
- I'll be haunted by the sound
of her adorable giggling!
- Lincoln, what are you crying about?
- Mom, I confess, we lost--
Lily?
Have you guys had her this whole time?
- Of course, you didn't think
we'd leave her in that mess, did you?
- You know, we're proud of you guys for working this out.
Now, who wants to do a puzzle with J to the Iggy?
Who?
- When it comes to chores,
nobody in the Loud house has it easy.
The truth is, we all do our fair share.
- Hey, Loud, don't bother!
There's no trash pickup this week!
The garbage workers are striking for more money.
- Wait, they get paid to take out the trash?
One, two, three, four,
give us cash or no more chores!
- Any ideas, J-Pizzy?
- Now, this is a puzzle.
Can you call me that again? - J-Pizzy.
- Yes!
- ♪ 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