- ♪ 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]
♪
- I don't get it, Clyde.
Usually I'm a good student,
but lately it's been all Cs and Ds,
and now an F!
- Wow. And a frowny face too.
That's cold.
- If I don't turn this around,
I could fail fifth grade.
- Lincoln, you can't!
If I go to middle school without you,
I could fall in with the wrong crowd
and get tattoos and start littering.
[heavy metal music]
♪
- Don't worry, Clyde.
I've got a plan.
- Sorry, Lincoln, but my tutoring schedule
is completely booked.
I've got math with Lucy on Mondays,
geology with Lynn on Tuesdays,
finger painting with Lily on Wednesdays,
etcetera, etcetera.
Oh, being the resident genius
is both a blessing and a curse,
though I believe in neither.
- But Lisa, you're my last hope!
- Mm, pishposh.
Try the community college.
I've heard through the tutoring grapevine
that students there tutor for extra credit.
- Great idea, Lis.
- Lori, you're three minutes late for pre-calc.
Move it or lose it!
[door bell rings]
- Erm, beg your pardon.
Is this the Loud residence?
- Yep. You must be my tutor. I'm Lincoln.
- I'm Hugh. Quite chuffed to meet you.
- Uh, the chuff is all mine.
Come on in.
[jolly brass music]
- I really appreciate this, Hugh.
I have a big multi-subject test coming up,
and I need to ace it.
- So I'm like, if you literally don't know the difference
between dance team and color guard--
[gasps]
[slow romantic music]
Ba-- ba--ba--
- Lori, you okay?
- Er, um, yes.
I was just going to get a hunk of meat.
I mean, a dish of cereal.
Er, tall drink of water.
[grunts]
- Miss, you dropped your mobile.
- [awkward fawning]
- I heard a goose!
I call dibs!
♪
- Ba-- ba--ba--
- I heard a sheep.
♪
Aah! My face!
♪
all: Ba-- ba--ba--
- Hey, guys.
Oh, Lincoln, I didn't know you were entertaining.
Hi, I'm--
♪
Ba-- ba--ba--
- Um, hello.
I'm Hugh, Lincoln's tutor.
It's lovely to meet you all.
all: Ba-- ba--ba--
- Could you guys please get out of here?
We're trying to study.
- It's a free country, Lincoln.
We can stand where we want to.
- I'm standing here!
- The heck you are!
- You're blocking my view!
- You're blocking my Hugh!
- Out of my way!
- Oh, my word.
There's quite a few of you.
[laughing nervously] Friendly lot.
[bird tweets]
Ah, hello.
Bit cheeky, aren't we? Oh...ah...
- Come on, Hugh, let's go somewhere a little less crowded.
Sorry about my sisters.
They're not usually like this.
- Oh, it's no bother.
They seem like very... spirited young ladies.
[bang]
- Get out of the way!
- You're blocking my Hugh!
[all arguing]
[all silenced]
- As I was saying, sorry about my--
[all arguing]
- Ow, my eye!
- [whistling]
- Again, sorry about my sisters.
Maybe we should study in my room.
- Brilliant!
- Cheerio! Pip-pip and all that rut.
Lynn Loud Sr.
I did a college semester in merry old England.
So many memories.
Bangers and mash, riding the Tube...
- Ah, yes, cheers.
- Oh, Hugh?
My window is literally stuck
and I need someone very strong to open it.
- [humming] Hmm, hmm, fish and chips.
- [sighs]
♪
- There you are, love.
Right as rain.
- Wow.
I bet you work out a lot, huh?
- Well, I did do a spot of crew in fifth form.
- I like all your forms.
[awkward fawning]
- [sighs]
- I need to borrow Hugh for a second.
I'm tutoring Lola.
- What?
- Glad to help.
What's the subject?
- Eee.
This is called a rectus abdominis.
Otherwise known as a six-pack.
- Oh, I say.
- Now, if you'll turn around,
I'll point out the gluteus maximus.
all: [shrieking]
- Really? But this is most--
- All right, all right, class dismissed.
- Hup!
[camera shutter clicks]
- Sorry about this.
It's the only place we'll get any privacy.
It's a bit dark, but there's a lamp right here.
both: Aah! - Hi, Hugh.
I wrote a poem about you.
"Hugh. Wavy hair. Mysterious eyes.
Pretty cool for a living guy. Hugh."
- 'Ello, governor!
Picked this up at ye olde Buckingham Palace gift shoppe.
- Everybody out!
It's tea time for me and Hugh.
I made yours without sugar 'cause you're already sweet.
[giggling]
- Okay, I highly doubt anyone's gonna bother us here.
- [slurping]
Oh, hi, Hughie.
[dog barks]
- Dudes! He's in the pooch pad!
all: [screaming] - Out of my way!
- You've had your time!
- Aah!
This again!
- All right!
Family meeting!
Back in a jiff.
You guys are unbelievable.
The minute a good-looking guy with an accent shows up,
you all go completely bonkers.
- That is so not true.
I've got these Hugh sweaters in small, medium, and large.
all: Ooh!
- This has to end.
I need to study or I'm gonna flunk fifth grade.
So from now on, Hugh is off limits.
all: [groaning]
- Not fair!
- [in British accent] Now, girls, you heard Lincoln.
- Uh, that means you too, Dad.
- Oh...
[dog growling]
[bird squawks]
- Ugh!
Sorry that took so long to take care of.
Finally, we can get down to business.
- Brilliant. Let's start with mathematics.
See if you can solve for X.
- Is that right?
- Well done!
Let's move on to social studies.
What are the three major exports of Bosnia-Herzegovina?
- Um...aluminum, car seats, and leather footwear?
- Smashing.
Shall we have a go at Earth sciences?
Lincoln, you're spot-on in all of your lessons.
Even surrealist art.
- It's weird.
I thought I needed so much help.
- It's all in your head, chum.
There's no reason you shouldn't be getting
top marks on your exam.
Well, I guess you won't be needing me anymore.
all: No!
- Good heavens, are all Yanks like this?
Careful! Mind the hair!
- Girls! He's gettin' away!
all: No!
- You can't leave! - I want a lock of your hair!
- Marry me!
- How'd the test go, bro?
You ace it?
- No! I got an F!
- Oh. And a frowny face.
That's cold.
I know just "Hugh" to call!
[laughing] Get it?
- I'm calling Hugh! - No, me!
- I'm calling Hugh.
- I don't get it.
I thought I knew all the answers.
[sighs] Ms. DiMartino is definitely
gonna flunk me now.
- Wait. Ms. DiMartino?
- Yeah, she's been our substitute teacher
since Mrs. Johnson broke her leg riding a mechanical bull.
- Dude, no wonder you're failing.
Ms. D is so smokin',
guys go completely bonkers around her.
- Yeah, even Bobby nearly flunked because of her.
Of course, that was "BL"--
Before Lori--
or he never would've noticed her.
- But that couldn't happen to me!
Could it?
- Hi, Ms. DiMartino!
- Ba-- ba--ba--
[slam]
[slow romantic music]
♪
- [in French accent] Let's conjugate the French verb
"aimer." To love.
J'aime, tu aimes, il aime.
Nous aimons.
♪
- Oh! Found my retainer.
- You'll have one hour to complete your test.
Eyes on your own paper.
♪
- Holy shmoly!
You guys are right.
I do go completely bonkers around Ms. DiMartino.
Just like you guys did around Hugh.
- I don't know why you keep saying that.
By the way, if Hugh and I ever got married and had a baby,
here's what it would look like.
- Oh, Leni, you're delusional.
Because I'm gonna marry him,
and our progeny is gonna look like this.
- Uh-uh! - You wish!
- Check my rockin' baby!
- Guys, you got to help me.
I don't want to flunk fifth grade.
Clyde could end up as a tattooed litterbug!
[record scratching]
It made sense when he said it.
- Maybe you can get Ms. DiMartino
to let you retake the test.
- But as long as she's anywhere near me,
I'm still gonna blow it.
- Well, then, the solution would be to remove her
from your field of vision.
Observe.
[slow romantic music]
Eee.
Lori, what is Bobby's full name?
Roberto Alejandro Martinez--
[awkward fawning]
Roberto Alejandro--
[awkward fawning]
Roberto--
[awkward fawning]
- And now to delete.
all: No!
- Roberto Alejandro
Martinez-Millan Luis Santiago Jr.
- Case closed.
- Got it.
- Don't worry, guys.
I have more photos of Hugh saved in the cloud.
♪
[school bell rings]
[voice flanging] - Thanks for letting me
retake my test, Ms. DiMartino.
- No problem, Lincoln. Here you go.
You have one hour to complete it,
and keep your eyes on your own paper.
[giggling]
- Gosh, and you're funny too.
[honking]
♪
Clyde! I did it!
I aced the test!
- That's awesome, Lincoln!
So you're not gonna flunk fifth grade?
- Nope. Only downside is, I'm going to be spending
a lot of time inside my locker.
Well, here goes.
Better shield my eyes
from our teacher's blinding beauty.
- Oh, well, thank you!
I'm flattered.
Why don't you come sit in the front row, Lincoln?
- [laughing nervously] Uh, yes, brilliant.
[school bell rings]
Now that Mrs. Johnson's back, looks like my troubles are over.
♪
both: Ba-- ba--ba--ba--
- What happened to Coach Pacowski?
- Mrs. Johnson ran over his foot with her wheelchair,
so I'll be subbing in gym class for a while.
[whistle trills]
Let's do some laps, everybody!
[giggling]
both: Ba-- ba--ba--ba--
[clunking and thudding]
[upbeat rock music]