♪
[zipper zips]
[objects thudding]
- Ah, road trips.
That beloved tradition of families everywhere.
Tomorrow, the Loud family is going on a road trip of our own.
Sounds fun, right?
Not with 13 of us packed into the family wagon,
or as we affectionately call it, "Vanzilla."
[roaring]
Every seat in Vanzilla
offers one kind of torture or another.
[intense music]
Getting stuck next to Lily's car seat is no good.
Ah, Lily!
[baby laughing]
The back row is so far from Mom and Dad
that it turns into the wild, wild West.
[Western music]
- Stop looking at me.
- You stop looking at me.
[all grunting]
- Come on, we haven't even left the driveway yet!
And this seat has the exact opposite problem.
It's right in Dad's sight line.
- Feet off the seat!
- Plus, it's next to the one working speaker.
- Ooh, honey, it's our prom theme.
[purrs]
[soft rock music]
- Ugh.
And the rest of the seats only get worse.
There's the sticky,
the soggy,
the springy,
and the slanty.
By my calculations, that leaves just one seat safe from it all.
I call it the "Sweet Spot."
And tomorrow, it will be mine
'cause I'm gonna stake it out tonight.
[light switch clicks]
There's my cue.
Everyone's asleep.
It's go time.
[click]
[cat screeches]
[cat purrs]
Come in, Nosebleeder.
This is Roadtripper.
- Sorry, Roadtripper.
I have to keep the line clear for my friend Lincoln.
- This is Lincoln.
- Oh, hi, Lincoln!
- Operation: Sweet Spot is a success.
I've secured the seat.
- Great job.
So who did you get to sit next to you?
- Who did I get to sit next to me?
[indistinct yelling]
I'm sorry you had to see that.
Having the wrong sister next to me
could totally wreck the Sweet Spot.
Okay, it definitely can't be Luan.
- Airbag deployed! [laughs]
- And it can't be Lola. - Hold still!
- I can't. I'm on the spring seat.
And it can't be Lynn.
- Let's play Auto Attack.
- How do you play that?
- I punch you every time I see a car.
[truck honking] Ooh, good timing.
[punching and grunting]
- I got it! Leni!
The motion of the car always puts her in a daze,
and she'll leave me alone.
- [groans] Oh, scrunchies!
Oh, leg warmers!
- Leni, Leni. Leni! Oh, good.
You're awake. Listen.
Will you sit next to me in the car tomorrow?
- Sure.
I mean, it's the least I could do.
You did just save me from a bad fashion nightmare.
[snores]
- Yes!
- Socks with sandals!
- Roadtripper to Nosebleeder.
- Sorry, Roadtripper.
I have to keep this line-- - It's Lincoln!
Operation: Seat Next to the Sweet Spot is a success.
- Excellent!
So who's sitting behind you?
- Who's sitting behind me?
[indistinct yelling]
Ah, so many ways to ruin the Sweet Spot!
All right. Who can I have behind me?
Definitely not Lana.
Can you please stop?
[coughs]
Definitely not Lori.
She spends the whole ride
texting with Bobby, which means--
- [gags] Carsick!
[vomits]
[camera clicks]
I totally have to text that to Bobby.
What did I eat?
- I've got it! Lisa!
True, she won't shut up about all the dangers
of car travel...
- The tires could blow.
A low-flying plane could shear the roof off.
The brakes could fail, and we could plunge off a cliff.
- But the beauty of the Sweet Spot
is it has one working window.
The wind of the road will drown her out.
So you'll sit behind me tomorrow?
- Sure. It's safer there anyway,
in case the engine comes loose and flies into the car,
crushing everyone up front.
- That window better work.
- Hey, Lincoln? - Ah! What Sweet Spot?
I mean hey!
- I have one addendum
to our legally binding verbal agreement.
I'll sit behind you only if Luna's not next to me.
Her singing gives me an extreme case of tinnitus.
- [shrieking]
- Where is a low-flying plane when you need one?
- No problem, I think I can
move some things around to accommodate you.
- Sure, I'll sit up front, dude,
as long as Lori isn't near me.
I don't need to get ralphed on by the Princess of Puke.
[rock music]
♪
- And Leni goes here, and we're done!
Roadtripper to Nosebleeder.
Operation: Fill All the Seats around the Sweet Spot
is complete!
- That's awesome, but what about the--
- Sorry, Nosebleeder,
but your questions are compromising the mission.
[yawns] Now, to get a little shut-eye.
[banging]
Hey, guys.
What's up?
- What are you up to, Lincoln?
- Me? I'm not up to anything.
Just, you know, catching some Zs in the car like guys do.
- Oh, yeah? Then, what's this?
- You went in my room?
- That's not the hot issue right now.
- What's the Sweet Spot? And why are you in it?
- Oh, it's, uh--
it's the worst seat in the whole car.
I put myself in it, so none of you would have to suffer.
- Then, why is it called the "Sweet Spot"?
- Because I'm being sweet?
- According to my calculations,
the Sweet Spot is actually the best seat in the car
for various reasons including air circulation,
proximity to parental units,
and the lack of chewable adhesive on the cushion.
- It took me eight months to figure that out.
- Shocker.
- Well, if that's the best seat, then I should get it.
I'm the oldest.
- You'd just barf all over it, dude.
I should have it!
- Beauty before age!
- Yeah, so I should get it!
- That seat belongs to me!
- No, I want it!
- You can yell all you want, but I'm already in the seat,
and possession is 9/10 of the law.
- You're gonna possess a bruise in a minute.
- Get him!
[indistinct chatter]
- [laughing]
[door creaks open]
Dang it. I forgot about the broken lock.
- Ha!
- Let go of me!
[overlapping shouting]
[dogs barking]
[horn honks]
- That is enough!
Everyone, back to their rooms this minute.
I don't want to see anyone in that car until 7:00 a.m.!
- Good luck getting the Sweet Spot now.
[laughter]
- [groans]
[yells]
This is bad. I can't lose that seat!
- Don't even think about it, Lincoln.
I'm watching you.
- Well, I'm watching you.
- And I'm watching you!
- Ugh! Okay.
I just have to be the first one out the door tomorrow.
[alarm beeping] Oh!
Only 30 minutes till Operation: Save the Sweet Spot--
[yawns]
Come on, man! Stay with me!
[dance music]
[grunting]
♪
[alarm beeping]
[all yelling]
- My seat! - I want that--
[overlapping shouting]
- Enough!
[sobbing] That was my first car
and my dad's first car and his dad's first car!
- All right, everyone, back inside!
The road trip is off!
You're going to spend this weekend sitting together
in the living room until you learn to get along!
all: Aww!
- I'm sorry you had to see that.
Well, Operation: Sweet Spot went sour.
I guess I should've known that in a family this big,
you just can't control every little thing.
That said, there's a sweet spot in the living room too.
It's at the end of the couch,
close to the bathroom with a great view of the TV,
and it's going to be mine!
Nosebleeder, this is Couch Potato.
Operation: Snag the Sofa is a go!
[yelling]
- ♪ 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