- ♪ 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.
[rock music]
♪
- Tonight is a historic night for me.
I get to have a sleepover.
[owl hoots]
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.
[laughter, chattering]
[glass shatters]
- Aah! Lynn Junior!
[whirring]
- Okay, we're done with the blow dry bar.
Time to curl. [pop music]
[music whines down] - Leni Loud!
- Good night, baby boom! [shouting, chanting]
- 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.
[cat meows, hisses] Aah!
Respectful.
[cat meows, hisses] Aah!
Reliable.
[cat meows, hisses] Aah!
And, Really, you guys, it would be so awesome
if you let me do this.
[meows]
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.
[doorbell rings]
- 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.
- [crying] 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?
- [sniffing]
- Uh, what are you doing?
- Inhaling Lori's glorious coconut and guava shampoo.
[sniffs] Mmm.
- We all use that shampoo.
- [sniffs] 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.
[in robotic voice] Abort. Abort.
Systems overheating.
- [sighs]
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... [laughter in other room]
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.
[rim shot] [laughs]
- Luan, I love your brand of offbeat observational humor.
- Well, thank you, my good man.
Give it up for the house band!
[applause] [rock music]
- 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.
[electrical beeping]
Dance, dance, you fool.
- This...is...awesome.
- We got a runner!
- Aw, El Diablo likes you.
all: 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.
[gasps] 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-- all: 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?"
- [in robotic voice] 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.
[doorbell rings]
Liam, welcome to the best sleepover ever.
Come on in.
[muffled voices, crashing]
- 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.
[whooshes, whirs]
- Aah!
I look like my MeeMaw!
- Some people just don't appreciate beauty.
I made your eyes pop, kid.
[medieval music]
- 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? - [evil laugh]
[electric surges]
- [screams]
- 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?
- [screams]
[rock music]
- [farts]
- Ugh. [gags]
♪ ♪
[whistle blows] - Hut, hut, hut, hut.
- [screaming]
- 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.
[doorbell rings]
Zach, my man.
Ready for a great night?
[glass shatters, rumbling]
- 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? [static on radio]
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?
[muffled laughter]
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...
[all gasp]
We're gonna do what you want to do.
- Now, Clark, this shampoo may cause baldness,
so let me know what happens.
- [babbles]
- [speaks gibberish]
- Ooh, I see two toads that need makeovers.
[rock music]
♪
- Yeah, heads up, yo.
[epic music]
- "Kind of the Rings," sweet.
Clyde and Lincoln: To the best sleepover ever.
all: Best sleepover ever. Yeah.
- Okay, who wants pizza bites?
- [in robotic voice] Abort. Abort.
Systems shutting down.
- Sheesh, are there peanuts in everything?
[rock music]