- ♪ 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.
[cat yowling]
[indistinct chatter]
- Shoes off.
Shirt removed. Pants, be gone.
Whoo-hoo!
It's new-comic Wednesday, and there's no better way
to read comics than in my undies.
Ultra rare comic, check.
Optimal reading attire, check.
Comic protection, check.
Well-deserved and much-desired peace and quiet, check.
- I have to tell you... - [screams]
- About this dream I had last night.
- I'd love to hear it, but as you can see, I'm--
- So I'm hanging out in this coffin, and all of a sudden--
- Peace and quiet, check, again.
- Izzy, where are you? - [screams]
Ow!
There you are.
Oh, hey, Lincoln.
I see you met my new lizard, Izzy.
Want to pet him?
- Peace and quiet, check, again.
[electric guitar plays]
[screams]
- Nice stage dive, bro!
♪
- Finally, peace and quiet, check, again.
[thud]
- Oh, hey, Lincoln.
What has four wheels and flies?
A garbage truck.
I would talk trash, but I refuse.
[laughs]
Now we're both on a roll.
[laughs]
- Sheesh.
Is it too much to ask for a little peace and quiet
so that a guy can read his comic in his undies?
Sadly, when you've got ten sisters,
it's almost impossible to get a moment's peace.
- Do you find it almost impossible
to get a moment's peace?
- Yes.
Wait, yes!
- Then you need the Noise-B-Gone 2000 ear buds.
With 12 different soothing sounds,
tune out that noisy world and enjoy a little me time.
Only $19.95, call now.
- Sold!
[upbeat music]
[card plays music] Shh.
♪
- [speaks indistinctly on phone]
- Same-day delivery? How much more is that?
Hmm.
Yeah, let's do it.
Ahh, Noise-B-Gone 2000.
Take my money.
Noise... [indistinct ruckus]
Be gone.
[wind chimes]
[water trickling]
[birds calling and waves crashing]
Good-bye, pesky, noisy sisters.
Hello, me time.
[birds calling and waves crashing]
Whatever you say, sis!
[birds calling and waves crashing]
Cool jams!
[birds calling and waves crashing]
You know it, girl!
Noise-B-Gone, you are awesome!
So why stop at comics?
Let the quiet times roll.
[wind chimes] Funny, funny stuff.
[crickets] You betcha, Lynn-arino.
[water trickling]
Uh-huh.
[animal chirping] I hear that.
Abso-tutely.
[water trickling]
[insect chirping]
[volume increases]
Ahh.
[crickets chirping]
Thanks for a silent day, guys.
You are my new best buds.
[sighs]
[crickets chirping]
[birds chirping]
- Lincoln... - [screams]
Don't forget you promised to do that thing for me by 3:00 today.
- Huh?
- You didn't forget, did you?
- [chuckles] Of course I didn't forget, Lola.
- Good, because you wouldn't want to make me mad!
[door slams]
- Now, what did I promise? - Hey, Lincoln.
- Hey, Lynn, you don't happen to know what I promised--
- Come on, it's go time. - For what?
Lynn, what's happening? - Hiyah!
- Whoa! Hey! Ow! What are you doing?
- Practicing my kickboxing. Hwah!
Yesterday you said you'd be my sparring partner.
Remember? Hiyah! - I did?
I mean, right, I remember.
[grunts] [cat screeches]
So, uh, do you know where Lola went today?
- Nope. Why?
- Well, I guess I promised to-- whoa--
do something for her, but-- ah--
I sort of forgot what it is.
- What? You better remember.
You know what happens when you make Lola mad.
Did I ever tell you about the pudding incident?
- No.
- So you ate the last pudding, huh?
- Oh, did I? I don't know, guess so.
- Oh, that's okay.
- [yawns]
[screams]
- All because you ate the last pudding?
- Yup. Now, stay focused.
Hiyah! Goal! - [grunts]
Whew.
- Lincoln, come on. I need you.
- For what? - Don't be a dope.
We talked about this tomorrow--
I mean yesterday.
I think my design for the manotard is really working.
Thanks for agreeing to be my model.
- Ow! Yeah, sure.
So, um, let me ask you a hypothetical--
I mean a what-if question.
Say you promised Lola you'd do something for her,
but you forgot what it was.
- Landon! - Yowch!
- You're in huge trouble!
- My name is Lincoln.
- You know what happens when you make Lola mad.
Did I ever tell you about the tiara crisis?
[crunch] [gasps]
Oops, sorry, Lola.
- Oh, that's okay.
- Ugh!
Where's all my stuff?
- Step right up, ladies and gentlemen.
Free stuff! - [gasps]
My sister doesn't need this stuff,
but you do.
- All because you accidentally broke her tiara?
- And viola!
Okay, girls, fashion show!
- What? Girls? No way.
- You promised.
[all giggling]
[indistinct chatter]
- You sure I agreed to do this?
- I believe your exact words yesterday were,
"Whatever you say, sis."
So I hear you got a little Lola problem.
- How did you-- - Word gets around.
Now, listen to me, Lincoln.
You know what happens when you make Lola mad,
so you better figure out what you promised her.
Did I ever tell you about Sneeze-ageddon?
[beeping]
- Achoo.
[clears throat] I didn't hear a "bless you."
[beeping]
[menacing music]
- Has anyone seen my phone?
♪
[gasps]
[electronic fizzle] [screams]
- If she did all that stuff to you guys,
what is she gonna do to me?
- Maybe you should talk to Lana.
I'm sure she'll be able to help you.
- Of course, thanks.
- Ah, ah, ah, I haven't done my top coat yet.
- You what?
You know what happens when you make Lola mad.
I don't know what she wants you to do,
but you better figure it out.
Did I ever tell you about the frog fiasco?
- Do I want to know about the frog fiasco?
[frog croaks]
- Aww, you're a burpy-durpy today.
Isn't he the cutest?
- [sinister laughing] So cute.
[menacing music]
- Who's hungry? Seymour?
Where'd you go?
- [whistling]
- No!
I mean, I can't prove she took out Seymour,
but I never saw him again.
- Lana, what am I gonna do?
It's almost 3:00.
You got to help me!
- Okay, okay, take it easy.
[ding] I know.
Why don't you just think of everything
she might want you to do and then do it?
- Everything?
- Remember Seymour?
[upbeat music]
[squeaking]
♪
- Why does Lola care whether the gutters are clean?
- I know, it's crazy, right?
[sighs] Lola does love a smooth driveway.
- Phew, I did it.
- One minute to 3:00.
Good luck, Lincoln.
- Wait, where are you going?
- Somewhere safe, you know, just in case.
- Lincoln, it's 3:00!
You failed me!
You know what happens when you make Lola mad!
- I'm sorry.
I would've done what you asked me, but I didn't hear you.
I was wearing these.
All I heard was the sound of waves, or was it crickets?
Doesn't matter, the thing is--
- I know you didn't hear me. - Huh?
- You're not as clever as you think, Lincoln Loud.
Lincoln, is this too much mascara?
Be honest.
It's super, super, super important.
[insect chirping] - Ahh, I couldn't agree more!
- Agree with what?
- Right back at you!
- Okay, you're weird.
[menacing music]
So, Lincoln, are you the biggest dork in the world?
- You can say that again!
- And do you love the taste of dog poop?
- You know it!
- So he's been tuning us out all day?
- No wonder he didn't help me restring my guitar.
- Or come to my séance.
- And that's why he didn't laugh at my jokes.
- Yeah, that's why.
- I'm gonna go rip out those earbuds and--
- Oh, no, no. I've got a better plan.
- So all that stuff you guys made me do today,
that was all made up? - Yup.
- I can't believe you guys pranked me like that.
- You had it coming, little bro.
You can't just ignore us.
We're your family.
- And remember, you're not the only one
who has to live in a noisy house.
We all do. - True.
- Lincoln! Lincoln!
You were supposed to help me with my lab experiment!
- Okay, Lisa, you can give it a rest.
I know all about your little joke.
- What joke?
I'm gonna need those.
[steam whistling]
- Now I can't hear anything!
[video game music]
♪
[giggling and chatter]
- ♪ I'm washing my face
♪ 'Cause it makes me feel so beautiful ♪
- Hey, look.
I'm at a floss for words. [laughs]
- I brush my hair exactly 50 times a night
to keep it beautiful.
34, 35, 36.
- Hey, Leni, how old was that boy that asked you out?
- 16.
17, 18.
- Hey, I had the toothpaste first.
- No, I did. - Keep your spooky hands off it.
[upbeat music]
♪
- I'll take that. - Hey, learn to share.
- Space, the final frontier.
As you might imagine, with ten sisters,
space is limited.
[laughter]
Everywhere you go,
you've got to deal with the crowds.
But being the only boy in the family comes with a perk.
You hear that? Me neither.
While my sisters all have to share bedrooms, I get my own.
Sure, it's just a converted linen closet,
but it's my own space,
my own little oasis in the sands of the Loud house,
and I wouldn't give it up for the world.
[thud]
- You're always Miss Gloom and Doom.
Like, would it kill you to smile once in a while?
- It would. - What's going on?
- Lucy and Lynn are going at it again.
- I'd make a joke about fighting,
but I can't think of a good punch line.
[laughs] Get it? Get it?
- Human subjects seem to be proving Charles Darwin correct.
- I can't bear to watch. - I mean, really?
- That's better.
- I'd hate to get in the middle of this one.
- I totally agree.
- Sharing a room with you. - I mean, really--
- Another perk to having my own room?
I don't have to get involved.
[knocking] [sighs]
Hey, Lynn, what's up?
- There's no way I'm staying in the same room
with the Duchess of Darkness.
Can I bunk in your bedroom tonight?
- Uh, I'd say yes,
but it's not really a bedroom, per se.
There's barely enough space for me--tiny, small, cramped.
- Ugh, I guess I'll just go sleep in the bathtub.
- That's a great idea. Problem solved. Good night.
Ahh.
[sighs]
All right, you can stay but just for one night.
- Thanks, Lincoln! - Ah!
- Two for flinching. [laughs]
- It's just for one night.
What's the worst that could happen?
Okay, we'll have to establish a few ground rules.
One, keep your hands off my...
stuff.
As I was saying--
- Pew, pew, pew.
- Let's just set this down.
Careful.
Please, don't.
Bunbun! [Bunbun squeaks]
You okay? Did the mean girl hurt you?
- You know, I'm noticing
a complete lack of balls in this room.
No soccer balls, no footballs,
no baseballs, no balls.
Good thing I brought my own.
- [yawns] Would you look at the time?
Let's just turn in and get this night over with.
- What do you mean?
It's still early, and you have a fun new roommate.
- Yeah-- - Lucha Libre.
- I can't see anything.
- It's Lunatic Lynn off the third turnbuckle.
- What? What? I can't hear anything either.
[festive Latin music]
[grunting]
[groans]
- One, two, three, you're out.
Yeah, Lunatic Lynn is el campeón del mundo.
- Can we just go to sleep? There's less pain involved.
- Not when you're a sleep fighter like me.
- Ah!
- Two for flinching. [laughs]
- [sighs]
[door opens]
[dull thud]
- What are you doing? - What?
It helps me fall asleep.
- Well, it doesn't help me. Can you knock it off?
- [farts]
- Ugh, Lynn!
- Dutch oven! [laughing]
- [gasping]
- Good night, Lincoln.
- Good night.
- [snoring]
[bird chirps]
- [screams] - [gasps]
Lincoln, what are you doing?
- Getting my room back.
- Morning, Linc. Wet's up?
[laughs]
- Mmm, what a great night's sleep.
You look terrible.
- Thank you for staying... - Hey.
- At Chateau Lincoln, where we have a one-night maximum stay.
Thank you.
- What are you doing here? - What am I doing here?
[crashing]
- Get out. - What do you mean, get out?
Fine, I'll just stay in Lincoln's room again.
He's a way cooler roomie, anyway.
- But--
Lucy, please make up with Lynn.
- I'd rather wear pink. - But--
[sighs]
What do I do, Clyde? I can't just kick her out.
She is my sister, but she's invaded my space.
- Can you blame her for staying, Lincoln?
You're just too good a roommate.
- But what if I was a bad roommate?
I've got a plan.
- Wait, but we still have school.
- Right, I'll just execute my plan after school.
- Lincoln?
- Hey, Lynn, want to hear my new poem?
It's called "Space."
Space: deep, black, endless, like my heart.
Space, mine invaded, torn apart.
This is the real me, Lynn.
I can understand if you don't want to be my roommate anymore.
- Oh.
[laughing]
Oh, that is the best impression of Lucy ever.
You are so funny, roomie.
- [coughs] - [laughs]
[snoring]
- Campeón del mundo, Loco Lincoln!
- [screams]
- One, two, three, you're out!
Yeah! Rah! Whoo!
- Hey, that's cheating.
I like the way you think.
[laughs] - [sighs]
- [snoring]
- [farts]
Dutch oven!
- [screams] - [laughs]
- That is it.
You really are the best roommate ever.
I'm moving in permanently.
[snoring]
[water running] [screams]
[dull thudding]
- Sigh.
- Good morning, Lucy.
- Ball? What ball?
- [gasps]
Oh.
- Good morning, Lynn.
- [gasps] Book of Lucy's poems?
What book of Lucy's poems?
- I know they miss each other.
I just need to figure out a way to get them to make up.
- Nothing brings two opposites together like a nice dinner.
Good food, good conversation,
romance is in the air.
- Romance? - Huh?
Oh, I was just daydreaming
about a date with your sister Lori.
What were you saying?
- That's a great idea, though, minus the romance.
They'll be so caught up in dinner
that they'll forget all about the fight, make up,
and I'll get my room back.
Time to execute my plan.
After school, right.
[mischievous music]
♪
[lounge music]
[crickets chirping]
- [coughs]
both: I'm glad you finally want to apologize to me.
What? Me apologize to you?
You're here to apologize to me.
- What? - You are absolutely crazy.
- Are you crazy? Absolutely not!
- I don't understand why you think this is my fault.
- I mean, really. - You are absolutely wrong.
- Just respect the space.
- Yikes, I'd sure hate to get in the middle of that.
- Yeah, but sometimes you have to.
- It's just ridiculous.
- I'm not the one who started it.
You're the one who started it. - Please.
- Don't even get me started.
- Hold it!
Guys, I made this dinner so that you two would make up.
- You did this? - Why?
- Because I realize that even though it must be tough
to have to share a space all the time,
I know you miss each other,
but you're just too stubborn to admit it.
- I guess I do have trouble sleeping
without a ball banging against the wall.
- And I guess I do miss hearing you sigh heavily
as you write your poems.
- See? Now, you two make up,
because if I have to spend one more night
with Snore-zilla over here, I'm going to go insane.
- Ha, nice throw.
- You like that?
[laughs]
- Ha. Ha.
[menacing music]
- Uh-oh.
[laughter]
[upbeat music]
- Welp, I'm outskies.
- Yeah, it's way pasta our bedtime.
[all sigh]
[both sigh]
- So I can move back in?
- Nothing would make me happier.
- Two for flinching.
Dang, it never works on you.
- I'm glad we made up,
but there's no way we can sleep here tonight.
[ominous music]
both: Lincoln?
- Space, the final frontier.
Sure, I'm lucky enough to have a room to call my own,
but in the Loud house, we all know when we need to share...
[both snoring]
But just for one night.
Buenas noches.
- ♪ 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