- ♪ 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.
- ♪
- LINCOLN: 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!
- BOTH: [grunting]
- 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.
- ALL: [arguing, smacking]
- [guitar strings twang]
- LUNA: 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.
[laughing]
- 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?
- ALL: [cheering]
- Uh, guys? A little help?
- Oh, sorry, Lincoln.
[humming]
- [discordant music]
- Agh, what is that horrific sound?
Is the cat fighting the possum again?
- No, Dad, it's us.
We're starting a family band. - DAD: Oh! Oh!
You know, your old man used to be in a band,
although it ended on a... on a sour note.
YOUNG DAD: [beating cowbell] - [rock 'n roll music]
[music stops] - Dude!
- BOTH: Dude!
- ALL: Dude!
You're outta the band.
- YOUNG DAD: [sobbing]
- ALL: Aw...
- Well, you can be in our band.
- ALL: [chattering]
- DAD: Well, if you all insist.
Ka-pow! - [Velcro ripping]
- [grunting] [beating cowbell]
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!
- [discordant music] - [howling]
- Dudes! Charles wants to sing lead.
- [howling] - ALL: [laughing]
- [cellphone ringing] - Yo, Chuck?
What's that?
- [howling continues] - 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.
- [British accent] 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!
- [British accent] And now I'd like to introduce
the greatest musical discovery of my 40-year career--
Luna Loud!
- CROWD: [chanting] Luna! Luna! Luna!
- Ah, Luna?
- Thanks for the call, brah. I've got work to do.
- [discordant music] - A lot of work.
- [howling continues] - 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 - DAD: Ha, ha, ha!
- Uh, rocking, Dad.
Um, could you just dial it back a bit?
- [tuba blaring]
- Can't get this tuba to work-a!
- [inhales] - [tuba note plays]
- [bell rings] - Gee-oh!
- [blows raspberry] - Nice tootin', Sis.
- KIDS: [laughing]
- Guys, can we focus, please?
We need to-- - DAD: [grunting]
- Dad? Dad?
- [jazz music] - That's it, Bro! You got it.
- DAD: [grunts] - Dad?
- [jazz music]
- Oops!
- Eek!
- [cymbals clang] - Ah!
- [explosion] - LILY: [giggling]
- LUNA: [growling] 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.
- DAD: Mick Swagger? Sweet!
- No, it's not sweet.
This is my chance to be discovered,
and you guys are messing it up!
- DAD: [grunting] [beating cowbell]
- Dad? Dad? Dad!
- DAD: [grunting] [beating cowbell]
- That's it! You are out of the band!
- ALL: [gasping] - [echoing] Out of the band!
- DAD: [sobbing]
- 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!
- ALL: [chattering]
- 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!
- [blows raspberry] - Ohhhh!
Who needs them anyway?
Not me.
All I need is a new tune. [strums guitar]
♪ They don't understand
♪ Girl's gotta have a band
[sighs]
♪ 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"!
- [electric piano music] - Nah, too pop-y.
[electric piano music] - Nah, too depressing.
[electric piano music]
- Nah, too '90s!
[screams]
- [distant laughter] - [discordant music]
- ♪ 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.
- MAN: Aah! - Oh, sorry, dude.
- [British accent] 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.
[chomping]
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?
- ALL: [laughing] - [howling]
- Dude, I gotta go!
- [sheep baaing] - KIDS: [laughing]
- MOM: Oh, look at my little rock stars.
- My real genre is death metal.
- MOM: So cute.
- LUNA: 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.
- [blows raspberry] - ALL: [laughing]
- 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: [sobbing] - Dad, I'm sorry.
- DAD: [sobbing] - Please come back to the band.
- DAD: [sobbing] - It won't be fun--
- DAD: [sobbing] - --without you.
- DAD: You mean it? - Yes!
- DAD: Operator, stop this ride! - [bell rings]
- [brakes screech] - DAD: [groans]
Apology accepted! - [Velcro ripping]
- Da, bom! Do-chickee-da-da-da!
The bell is back!
- Mom, we're gonna need you, too.
- MOM: Oh, honey, I don't know how to play.
- That's okay. Neither do we.
- But we're gonna have fun.
- [tambourine jingling]
- MOM & DAD: [grunting]
- 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.
- [guitar solo] - CROWD: [cheering]
- 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!
- CROWD: [cheering]
[applauding]
- 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...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.
- [in unison] Mm...Mm... Mm...Mm...Mm...Mm...
- Are you gonna finish those?
Cheers, mate.
- [in unison] Mm...Mm...Mm...Mm...
- ♪