- ♪ 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.
♪
- Tonight is a historic night for me.
I get to have a sleepover.
Now, I know what you're thinking,
"Lincoln, what's the big deal?"
Well, let me explain. You see, sleepovers
in the Loud house have not always gone so well.
- Aah! Lynn Junior!
- Okay, we're done with the blow dry bar.
Time to curl.
- Leni Loud!
- Good night, baby boom!
- What the darn heck?
- Hey, buddy, I don't see you on the list.
- Luna Loud!
- Thanks to my sisters,
sleepovers were banned in the Loud house.
So when I wanted to have one, it took some hard selling.
Sleepover, why should I be able to have one?
Because Lincoln Loud is all about the four R's.
Responsible.
Aah!
Respectful.
Aah!
Reliable.
Aah!
And, Really, you guys, it would be so awesome
if you let me do this.
Please.
Luckily Dad is a real sucker for cat videos.
Now that they've said yes,
I'm gonna make sure this is the best sleepover ever.
I got the juice boxes chilling,
the couch pillows ready to be turned into a fort,
the snacks stacked, and the itinerary
totally mapped out.
Every second of the night is planned
for maximum sleepover enjoyment,
all that's missing now? My guest.
Come in Little Bo Sleep. This is Slumberjack.
What's your location? - This is little Bo Sleep.
My parents are walking me over now.
Prepare for contact in three, two, one.
- This is it, time to make history.
Hey, Clyde. - Hi, Mr. McBride.
Hi, Mr. McBride.
- Hi, Lincoln. Ready for your big night?
- You bet. - Great.
Just a couple things Clyde will need.
Sleeping bag, feetsie pajamas,
white noise machine, humidifier,
dehumidifier, earplugs,
inhaler, and allergy medications.
- Here are all the numbers where you can reach us
if our cell phones fail.
Restaurant, movie theater,
coffee shop, gas station
in case we have to pee. - Hm, good idea.
And here's a photo of us since we can't tuck you in tonight.
- Remember, Clyde, no nuts, no gluten,
no sugar, and be careful with orange juice.
You know how you get with pulp.
- He's growing up so fast. - Come on, Howie.
Remember what Dr. Lopez said about letting to.
Now let go.
- I love him so much.
- Have fun, Clyde.
- Oh, we will.
This place is like New York City, it never sleeps.
- And neither will we. I've got a whole itinerary for us.
First up is the five hour director's cut
of our favorite Sci-fi fantasy flick, "King of the Rings."
- Clyde? Clyde?
Clyde? Clyde?
- Uh, what are you doing?
- Inhaling Lori's glorious coconut and guava shampoo.
Mmm.
- We all use that shampoo.
- So you do.
- Come on, let's get out of here
before Lori comes in and you pass out again.
- Please. I'm always cool around Lori.
Abort. Abort.
Systems overheating.
We need to start "King of the Rings"
in the next 25 seconds
or we'll be cutting into precious armpit farting time.
Okay, we may have to do...
Armpit farts during "King of the Rings,"
also soda burps.
It's okay. I can make this work.
Clyde? - The lettuce was a head.
and the tomato was trying to ketchup.
- Luan, I love your brand of offbeat observational humor.
- Well, thank you, my good man.
Give it up for the house band!
- Luna, your rock stylings move both my heart and my feet.
- Cheers, mate.
- Uh, I'll thank you to stop bugging Clyde.
We have a long night ahead of us.
We're now a full minute behind schedule,
but we can make that up if we don't waste time
buttering the popcorn. - That's fine.
My dads say my cholesterol level could use a break.
- Heads! - I got it.
- All right, Clyde. Keep it going.
- I think my new face cream could cause hives.
Can someone else try it first?
Ooh, Claude, perfect.
- Actually it's Clyde.
This doesn't have peanuts in it, does it?
- Time for my Friday night brainwave study.
Oh, a new subject.
Dance, dance, you fool.
- This...is...awesome.
- We got a runner!
- Aw, El Diablo likes you.
Aw.
- Guys, enough! Leave Clyde alone!
We have an itinerary.
- It's okay, Lincoln.
We can just hang here with your sisters.
- What? No.
I see my sisters enough as it is.
This sleepover is supposed to be our night.
- It's princess makeover time!
I need a toad to turn into a beautiful princess.
Oh, you'll be a challenge.
- Clyde, come on. We got to get started.
- Hey, that's my toad!
- I hate to let the kid down, Lincoln.
Start the movie, and I'll be right in.
- Are you kidding me?
I can't believe you would rather spend your time
with my dumb sisters-- Hey!
- Than do all the things I planned for us.
You are ruining the sleepover, Clyde.
Fart time is out the window,
and I seriously think we'll get to booger flicking.
- But, Lincoln, we can still have fun doing this other stuff.
- You know what, let's just forget the whole thing.
The sleepover is officially cancelled.
- I should go make up with him.
Dr. Lopez taught me a lot about conflict resolution.
- Clyde, good.
I need a man's opinion.
What do you think Bobby means by, "Hey?"
- Abort. Abort.
Systems shutting down.
- Maybe there are peanuts in here.
- I did not get mauled by three cats
just to have this sleepover go to waste.
Hm, maybe it doesn't have to.
Liam, welcome to the best sleepover ever.
Come on in.
- Sounds pretty loud up there.
- Keep it to yourself, Liam.
They can smell fear.
Behold, Liam, the "King of the Rings,"
five hour director's cut.
- Princess makeover time!
Ooh, a new toad.
- Aah!
I look like my MeeMaw!
- Some people just don't appreciate beauty.
I made your eyes pop, kid.
- Chad, my new sleepover pal.
Get ready for the best five hours ever spent
watching a dramatic search for a lost piece of jewelry.
- Ho, ho, ho. Fresh brains.
- Say what? -
- Eh, I doubt there was much brain worth
examining in that specimen anyway.
- Thanks for coming, Artie.
I want you to know you were my first choice for a sleepover.
- Hey, I'm conducting a practice funeral and I need a corpse.
How do you feel about enclosed spaces?
- Ugh.
♪♪
- Hut, hut, hut, hut.
- Okay, so maybe not everyone can handle the Loud house,
but I think I finally found the perfect candidate.
He lives in between a freeway and a circus.
Zach, my man.
Ready for a great night?
- Ah, heck, no.
- Huh. Now, that surprises me.
Isn't there anyone who can handle this house?
Clyde, of course.
He doesn't just handle it, he likes it.
Little Bo Sleep, this is Slumberjack.
Do you read?
Wow, he must be really mad.
Was I that big of a jerk?
Oh, who asked you?
Hey, Buddy, listen.
I'm really sorry for blowing up at you.
I didn't realize how lucky I was to have you for a friend.
The silent treatment, huh? I deserve it.
I just hope you'll forgive me, someday.
Man, how many noise machines do you own?
Clyde, you're still here?
- Sorry, Lincoln.
I know you wanted me to leave, but I passed out,
and every time Lori came to check on me,
I passed out again.
- No, Clyde, I want you to stay.
I was just at your house apologizing to someone.
- Oh, that must have been my stuffed animals.
They kind of keep me company at night.
- Right, because you're an only child.
No wonder you like hanging out with all of my sisters.
- Yeah, sometimes it's pretty lonely at my house.
- Dude, your story moves both my heart and my fingers.
- How about we start this sleepover again?
- You mean it? - Definitely.
Only this time...
We're gonna do what you want to do.
- Now, Clark, this shampoo may cause baldness,
so let me know what happens.
- Ooh, I see two toads that need makeovers.
♪
- Yeah, heads up, yo.
- "Kind of the Rings," sweet.
To the best sleepover ever.
Best sleepover ever. Yeah.
- Okay, who wants pizza bites?
- Abort. Abort.
Systems shutting down.
- Sheesh, are there peanuts in everything?
♪
- How do you make an egg roll?
I don't know, how do you make an egg roll?
You push it. Good one, Mr. Coconuts,
but your delivery was a little wooden.
- Is that my shirt?
Take it off.
- I can't, there are boys here.
- Ah, coconuts.
- See, Linc, the key to parkour is momentum.
Never stop moving. Door jump.
- Door jump. Whoa!
I'm okay. I'm just gonna lie here
a sec on the nice, soft floor.
Welcome to a typical Saturday morning in the Loud house.
Sure it's crazy, but that's the way we like it,
all 11 of us.
- 11 is way too many. I can't take it anymore.
- But we can't get rid of them.
I'm too attached. -
- I know you are honey,
but they're just so obnoxious and loud.
- Are they talking about us?
- Stop, you're stretching my shirt!
- I'm sorry, but my mind is made up.
I want all of them out of the house
and on the curb in time for trash pickup tomorrow.
- Trash pickup?
- But I love my tie collection.
Cool neckwear is my thing.
- Honey, they're an embarrassment.
- Not this one,
it's like a dance party around your neck.
- That is literally the dumbest thing you have ever said.
- Yeah, why would they want to get rid of us?
Oh.
- Whatever, Mr. Paranoid.
This is a waste of valuable texting time.
- Lori, wait. I'm serious.
Come listen for yourself.
- But I thought you loved them.
- Frankly, dear, I didn't like the first one,
and the next thing I know we've got 11.
- It's true ...m and Dad are getting rid of us.
- I'm gonna go down there and give them a piece of my mind!
- Guys, shhh. Quiet down.
- I'm gonna lose my princess bed.
Don't you tell me to quiet down!
- This is what got us in trouble in the first place.
The yelling, and the fighting, and the loudness.
- Lincoln's right. We have to be quiet
and perfectly well behaved.
- If we all work together,
maybe we can convince Mom and Dad not to get rid of us.
Now who's with me? We are!
We are.
♪
- Sorry, love,
time to go acoustic.
- So sorry, Mr. Coconuts.
Without me you're just a hand.
Hey, I bring the funny.
You're always--
♪
♪♪
- Here's your shirt back.
- Thanks.
Wait, that's my sweater.
- Remember the plan.
- And it looks so much cuter on you.
- Oh, my gosh, Luan, are you okay?
Help, guys, I think Luan's trapped.
- Ladies first.
- No, dear twin, after you.
- You're too kind, dear Lola,
but I must insist you go first.
- I shan't hear of it.
- And I would never forgive myself
if I went before you. -
- Oh, please, age before beauty.
You are two minutes older. -
Oh, dear brother, you go first.
- Thanks.
- Honey, please, won't you reconsider?
Guys, Mom and Dad are at the vent again.
- Okay, maybe I judged them unfairly.
Forget what I said about getting rid of all of them.
- It worked. We did it. We get to stay.
- Oh, joy. What a relief.
- Speaking of relief, everyone out, please.
- I knew they'd change their mind.
- Ooh, invisible rope.
- You mean it? I can keep them all?
- I didn't say that,
but I will let you keep your favorite.
- His favorite?
- But they're all equally great.
How can I pick just one?
- Come on, there must be one that stands out above the rest.
- I've got some serious standing out to do--
right after I pee.
♪
- Lincoln, where are you going with those pancakes?
- Uh...
- And why did you spell out
"World's Best Dad" with chocolate chips?
- You can read?
- I am more than just a pretty face, Lincoln.
Now, you're up to something,
and I am gonna find out what it is.
- Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
- But on the up side, we're not all getting kicked out.
One of us gets to stay.
- And you thought it'd be you?
- What happened to we all work together?
- I'm sorry. I just kind of panicked.
- Dudes, Mom and Dad are talking again.
- I don't know,
maybe I'll keep the musical one.
- Are you kidding, that one makes my ears bleed.
- Way harsh, Mom.
- Well, I definitely don't need the dark one. So dreary.
Good for a funeral, but what else really, right?
- What about the one with the hockey sticks?
- Eh, never been a fan. -
- Same with the filthy one. -
- How about the funny one?
- Never made me laugh.
- Ugh, now, the pink one I could definitely do without.
- You will pay for this.
- And the littlest one is just crying to be thrown out.
Then we've got the dumb one.
- What? - You know, I'd also feel
a little guilty about tossing out the gifted one.
- Oh, who's gonna know?
So where does that leave us?
- I believe it leaves you with Lincoln,
but what do I know? I'm just the gifted one.
- Well, son, now that we've cleared out the clutter,
we've got a lot of extra space in the house,
and it's all yours.
- Have fun with it.
♪
- Welcome to the only child club.
♪♪
- Wow, I've always wondered what it would be like
to be an only child. - You what?
- Well, I mean being an only child is gonna be terrible.
What am I gonna do without you guys?
- Well, I guess we better go pack.
I'm still trying to figure out who the dumb one is.
- I wonder if I could fit a water slide in here.
- I'm sorry, honey,
but I just can't pick a favorite, it's too hard.
- Fine, can we at least get rid of just one?
Just one, I'm begging you. - Okay, we'll get rid of--
the one with the white hair.
You know, I'm not even sure if it's mine.
♪♪
- You mean your Easter tie?
Honey, no one calls it a "hare,"
it's a bunny rabbit, but I agree.
It's hideous.
- You may be wondering why I assembled you all here.
- Uh, yeah. You've got five minutes.
I literally have an entire wardrobe to pack.
- Don't bother.
I overheard another conversation between Mom and Dad.
- What? You were snooping again? - Wait.
Mom and Dad aren't choosing a favorite kid to keep,
they're just getting rid of one--me.
Aaaah! - So I just
wanted to give you guys my treasured possessions
before I, you know, have to leave.
Lily, this is BunBun.
He needs two hugs a day, and try to keep his ears clean.
Luan, these are my rarest comics.
But they're limited editions.
- She's not taking them because you're not leaving.
There's no way we're letting Mom and Dad kick you out.
Yeah, you're staying. - Really?
Even though I was going to turn your rooms
into my own personal theme park?
- It was nice knowing you.
- Of course we won't let you go.
You're our only brother. - Come on.
We're gonna march right down there and tell Mom and Dad
you're staying.
- What the-- -
- There's nothing wrong with his white hair.
- White hare? You kids like my Easter tie?
- Easter tie?
- Yeah, it's great, right?
You know what, they all are.
Honey, I'm not getting rid of any of these ties.
- Ties?
You guys have been talking about ties?
- Of course. What did you think we were talking about?
- Uh, nothing.
- We thought you were gonna get rid of us.
Ooh... -
- We would never do that.
You're the best ten things that ever happened to us.
- There's 11 honey. - Yep. Right.
- Oof, Dad really should get rid of that one.
♪
- Good one, Mr. Coconuts.
- Ah.
Looks like everything's back to normal at the Loud house,
and my eavesdropping days are over.
- What do you mean you've got a bun in the oven?
You guys!
- You know I'm gluten free.
- ♪ 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