- ♪ 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 gotta do what he can to survive ♪
♪ In the Loud House, in the Loud House ♪
♪ Duck, dodge, push and shove ♪
♪ This 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! ♪ - Boo boo.
- ♪
Guys, we gotta figure out something.
The Family Fun Fair is tonight
and we got nothing for the talent show.
- Oh, I know. How about a family trapeze act?
- Just because you've fractured every bone
from your maxilla to your metatarsals,
it doesn't mean we want to.
- I know. How about a family beauty pageant?
Never mind, that would take years to prepare for.
- I say we wrestle alligators!
- Lana, that's a terrible idea.
- You're right.
Calf roping is much better.
- We need something we can all do.
- Then let's do my idea.
- No, my idea. - No, mine!
- No way.
I've got the answer!
Let's start a family band.
- But we literally have no musical talent.
- Yeah, I couldn't carry a tune if it had a handle.
- As my idol, Mick Swagger, says,
"rock 'n roll isn't about being the best,
it's about having fun."
Now, who wants to have fun?
- Uh, guys? A little help?
- Oh, sorry, Lincoln.
- Agh, what is that horrific sound?
Is the cat fighting the possum again?
- No, Dad, it's us.
We're starting a family band. Oh! Oh!
You know, your old man used to be in a band,
although it ended on a... on a sour note.
- Dude!
Dude!
You're outta the band.
Aw...
- Well, you can be in our band.
Well, if you all insist.
Ka-pow! -
Woo! Ha ha!
- I sincerely hope that's not contagious.
- All right, dudes, let's try busting out this jam.
It's called "Plastic Bag Blown Through the Gutter of Life,"
lyrics by Lucy,
music by yours truly.
One, two. One, two, three, four!
- Dudes! Charles wants to sing lead.
- - Yo, Chuck?
What's that?
- - I...I can't hear you.
Hold on a sec.
You guys, keep practicing.
And don't forget--it's not about being the best,
it's all about having fun.
- Oy, have you heard, mate?
Mick Swagger's in town.
He's gonna be scouting for local talent at the Family Fun Fair.
- Mick in town?
This could be my big break, man!
- And now I'd like to introduce
the greatest musical discovery of my 40-year career--
Luna Loud!
Luna! Luna! Luna!
- Ah, Luna?
- Thanks for the call, brah. I've got work to do.
- - A lot of work.
- - Okay, people, from the top.
This time, let's try to step it up a notch.
- Um, I...I don't have an instrument.
What should I play?
- Hm...
Oh, why don't you sing backup?
All right, Louds. One, two, three.
- ♪ Backup, backup, backup - No, no, no, no!
No, Leni, you don't actually sing the words "backup."
You sing what's on the page.
- Oh, got it.
♪ What's on the page
♪ What's on the pa-age Ha, ha, ha!
- Uh, rocking, Dad.
Um, could you just dial it back a bit?
- Can't get this tuba to work-a!
- - Gee-oh!
- - Nice tootin', Sis.
- Guys, can we focus, please?
We need to--
- Dad? Dad?
- - That's it, Bro! You got it.
- Dad?
- Oops!
- Eek!
- - Ah!
No-o-o.
Dudes, this is the worst rehearsal I've ever seen.
- But you said it didn't matter if we were good.
- Forget about what I said, Bro.
Mick Swagger's gonna be at the show.
Mick Swagger? Sweet!
- No, it's not sweet.
This is my chance to be discovered,
and you guys are messing it up!
- Dad? Dad? Dad!
- That's it! You are out of the band!
- Out of the band!
- What?
- You literally just fired your own dad.
- I'm not gonna let Captain Cowbell ruin my big chance.
Now let's get back to work. We're gonna be here all day.
So if you guys have plans, cancel them.
If you've gotta pee, hold it.
We really have to nail this!
- What? No way!
- You're all out of my band!
- No, you're out of our band.
'Cause we're gonna play without you and we're gonna have fun.
- Yeah, and we'll pee whenever we want to.
- Fine by me.
You're all holding me back anyway.
And when I'm on tour with Mick, don't call me for tickets!
- - Ohhhh!
Who needs them anyway?
Not me.
All I need is a new tune.
♪ They don't understand
♪ Girl's gotta have a band
♪ Time for me to go solo
♪ You know what they say
♪ YOLO
Aah! Come on, Luna.
What are you thinking?
This is for Mick.
You just used the word "YOLO"!
- - Nah, too pop-y.
- Nah, too depressing.
- Nah, too '90s!
- ♪ I stink
♪ And I can't write a single song ♪
♪ Wow, there's a big crack in the ceiling ♪
Maybe I just need a change of scenery.
Aah! - Oh, sorry, dude.
- No worries.
What are you writing?
- It's supposed to be a song.
But I'm wicked blocked.
- Maybe I can help.
I've dabbled in music myself.
Have a seat.
- You're gonna finish that, brah?
- It's all yours.
So, what's going on?
- I really gotta kill it with this song.
But everything I write is garbage.
I actually tried to rhyme with "YOLO."
- Oh!
- I know, right?
You mind?
- So, what's so important about this song?
- I'm supposed to perform at the Family Fun Fair tonight,
and Mick Swagger's gonna be there.
It's my only chance to impress him,
so I've gotta be my very best.
- Oh, wasn't it Mick Swagger who said "rock 'n roll
isn't about being the best, it's about having fun"?
- Yeah.
- Well, when was the last time you had fun?
- Dude, I gotta go!
Oh, look at my little rock stars.
- My real genre is death metal.
So cute.
Dudes!
You got room for one more?
- What about impressing Mick?
We don't wanna "hold you back."
- I'm sorry about all that stuff I said.
I acted like a real bonehead today.
I forgot the one rule of rock 'n roll.
It doesn't matter if I don't play my best for Mick.
All that matters is having fun.
And the only time I have fun is doing it with you guys.
So what do you say?
Will you take me back?
- Heck, yeah.
It wouldn't be a family band without you.
- Grab some sheet music.
- Wait. It's not a family band yet.
Where's Dad?
- The place he always goes when he's sad--the whirl-n-twirl.
- Dad, I'm sorry.
- Please come back to the band.
- It won't be fun--
- --without you.
You mean it? - Yes!
Operator, stop this ride! -
Apology accepted! -
- Da, bom! Do-chickee-da-da-da!
The bell is back!
- Mom, we're gonna need you, too.
Oh, honey, I don't know how to play.
- That's okay. Neither do we.
- But we're gonna have fun.
- MOM &
- Heaven help us-- it is contagious.
- ♪ Plastic bag blowing through the gutter ♪
♪ Lost and alone like toast without butter ♪
- Hey, guys, I'm a backup dancer.
Aah! - Luna, take a solo!
- Nah! This a family band, dude.
- Yeah, but you're the only one who can actually play.
- Dad, cowbell solo. - Seriously?
I knew this day would come. Okay, here we go.
Boom-chicka-gah-de-gah! Chi-chi-chicka-dah-dah-dah!
- That was so fun! - Hey, mate.
You guys looked like you were having fun out there.
- We were.
- And you were brilliant.
You've got real talent.
- Thanks.
And thanks for that little talk back at the restaurant.
You really helped straighten me out.
I was being horrible to my family to impress a guy
who didn't even show up.
- Oh, I wouldn't say that.
- Mm ......Mm ......
- Hey, honey, got us funnel cakes.
Who's this?
- The name's Mick Swagger, mate.
And you were great, too.
I love that passion on the cowbell.
- Mm ...... Mm ......Mm ......
- Are you gonna finish those?
Cheers, mate.
- Mm ......Mm ......
- ♪
- Come on, girls.
It's time for Take Your Daughter to Work Day.
- As another one of your daughters,
I, too, cannot wait for this day.
- Hold it right there.
- What's wrong, Daddy?
- Nice try, Lincoln, but it's Take Your Daughter to Work Day.
- Come on, Dad.
Every year they get to go with you to work
and have an awesome time, and I get stuck at home.
- Sorry, pal.
Besides, my office isn't that awesome.
- Hurry, Pops!
We don't wanna miss the donut cannon.
I'll bring you back a jelly-filled!
- You know, it's not fair that you should have to miss out on
Take Your Daughter to Work Day.
- Really?
- Yep. So I'm officially making today Take Your Son to Work Day.
You're coming with me.
- Wait, to the dentist's office?
I don't know, Mom.
- Hey, come on.
I know it's not as exciting as Dad's office.
But you're Lincoln Loud.
You can make anything fun.
- Well, I guess that's true.
Okay, I'm in.
- Nice dress, Loud.
- Right after I change.
- Okay, Tara, the pain will go away in a few days.
In the meantime, here's a lollipop.
Good morning, Rita. - Good morning, Dr. Feinstein.
You remember my son, Lincoln? - Sure I do.
Let's see how those permanent teeth are coming in.
Open.
Mm-hm, have you been flossing?
- Uh-huh. Every night.
- Sure you have. -
- Okay, Lincoln,
while I'm working, you can hang out in here and read comics.
- Teddy Toothbrush versus the Evil Ninjavitis?
- Mm-hmm.
My favorite issue is number four, Fastest Gums in the West.
- Can't I hang out with you while you work?
- Rita, I have an abscess that needs to be drained.
Bring a bucket. -
Actually, I'm good here.
- Be right there, Doctor.
- Okay, I can make this fun.
- This is Captain Loud to Ground Control.
I can see Uranus from here, and boy, is it gassy.
This is one small step for man, one giant leap for--Lana?
- Yeah!
- Dad's office is across the street?
No fair. I can't compete with that.
Houston, we have a problem.
Mayday! Mayday!
Aah!
- Let me show you one of the other
neat things we've got here.
We call it Dr. Feinstein's cabinet of fun.
- Oh, dental supplies.
- Rita, we have a couple of teens
with their braces stuck together.
- Be right there, Doctor.
- What have we got here, huh?
Dental floss, surgical mask, gloves.
I think I can work with this.
Langley, this is Agent Loud.
I've got eyes on the president's tooth.
Security's tight, but tell POTUS I'm bringing that molar home.
- ♪
- Just another routine job for Agent--
Oh, for crying out loud!
Ha! You missed me!
- Oh!
Dang it!
- The fun isn't over yet.
Let me introduce you to our office mascot.
- Whoa, what is it? A piranha?
A barracuda? A Great White?
Not exactly, heh.
We call him "Fisher."
- Rita, I need you.
We've got a caramel apple emergency.
- I'll be back, Lincoln.
Do me a favor and feed Fisher.
- You got it.
- ♪
- Crikey!
It's a rare Patagonian dental fish.
These babies are known to be fierce predators.
I'd better be extra careful feeding them
or it's bye-bye pinky.
Whoops!
That's a few too many shrimps on the barbie for this little guy.
Fisher, aah!
- ♪
- Oh! Aah!
- ♪
- I guess it's Lincoln Loud, one, little fishy, zip--
--line?
Wheeeeee!
- Why do I even try?
This place will never be as fun as Dad's.
But an arcade would be.
- We're gonna be another half hour or so, sweetie.
There was more caramel than we thought.
Think you can keep yourself amused?
- Can I?
I mean, I'm sure I can think of something.
- Oh, and would you mind watching my notebook?
I don't want the pages to get stuck together.
- No worries, mate. I won't let it out of my sight--
- - --while I spend the next
30 minutes blasting zombies to smithereens.
- Oh hush, Fisher.
She'll never even know I'm gone.
Now this is what I call fun.
- - Uh-oh, gotta go!
- Hey, sweetie. How's it going?
- Great. Just been hanging here with my good bud Fisher.
- - Shut it.
- Bad news. Dr. Feinstein sat on a numbing needle
and he can't feel anything from the waist down.
Can you keep watching my notebook?
- Notebook? -
Uh-oh, gotta go!
Uh, yep. I'm on it.
So, uh, you've got a lot of important work stuff in there?
- Can you keep a secret?
It's not for work at all.
I've been writing a novel. - Really?
- I'm hoping this book
could lead to an exciting new career for me.
So, that was your only copy, huh?
I mean, is your only copy.
It's not like something happened to it.
- Yup, seven years of hard work between those two covers.
- Hey, thanks for being such a good sport today.
How about after work, we go to the arcade next to Dad's office?
- Uh, Rita?
I need you to carry me to my 4:00 o'clock.
- - Yeah, I know I messed up.
But I'm gonna get it back.
It's gone! Huh?
Aah! No, wait!
Convenient.
- Aah, gross! Aah!
Aah!
- ♪
- Yee-haw!
Excuse me? Please, stop. Pull over!
- Oh, you wanna race?
Let's ride!
- - What?
No, get back here! Come on, boy, let's get him.
- Aaaaah!
Whoa, horsey!
Aah!
- Huh?
- Blecch!
- I got it!
No, no, no, no, no!
- ♪
Aah!
Aah! Aah!
- Did you just hear Lincoln?
- Lana, focus!
We've got Dad's cube mate trapped in the coffee room.
Say your prayers, Margie!
I hate Take Your Daughter to Work Day.
- Aah!
- ♪
- Yes!
Lincoln Loud, where have you been?
And what is on your feet?
- It's a long story.
But the important thing is I've got your notebook.
What happened?
- Better take a lollipop.
- - So I jumped into the cement
pit and grabbed the notebook, but I guess it was too late.
- Lincoln, you lied to me.
You snuck out and you ruined all my hard work.
- I'm really, really sorry, Mom. I--
- But you actually might have done me a favor.
- I...I did what now?
- Well, I was originally writing about a bored dental assistant
who talks to her pet fish.
But honestly, it wasn't going anywhere.
But you've just given me a better idea.
I'm gonna write about a fearless thrill seeker with white hair.
- Dr. Feinstein?
- No, silly. You.
- Wow, that's awesome.
I'm sorry about putting you through all this.
It was really nice of you
to bring me here in the first place.
- That's okay, sweetie. Now, come on, let's go home.
I can't wait to start writing.
- Uh, mom?
- Oh, right. Sorry.
Better take a lollipop.
This might pinch a bit.
- So, tell me again how you chased down that garbage truck.
- I have a better idea.
Ha ha!
Another successful Take Your Daughter to Work Day, eh, girls?
- Margie is so much fun, Dad.
What does leave of absence mean?
- Hm, I wonder where your mother and Lincoln are.
- Uh, I feel bad for them.
I bet they literally had the boringest day ever.
- Yee-haw! -
- Nice horse, Loud!
- ♪ 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 ♪