- ♪ 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 ♪
♪ It's 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.
[exciting music]
♪
- And that's why I propose
we cryogenically freeze Luan for April Fool's Day.
She can't prank us if she's frozen solid.
Oh, come on. She'll maintain brain function.
Well, a little.
- Lana and I have an idea.
[wheels squeaking]
We call it the Prank-Me-Not Poncho.
The inflatable lining cushions you
from all manner of pranks.
- Ow!
Ooh! Ow! I can feel that.
- Not a problem. We just need a little more air.
- Does anyone have an idea that'll actually work?
April Fool's Day is this weekend,
and I am not losing another eyebrow.
They're starting to grow in coarse.
- I say we post bad reviews of Fanny's Prank Emporium
and force them out of business.
- Ooh, that's good.
We eliminate her supplier, we eliminate the problem.
- We're too late for that.
Luan got her prank supplies
shipped to an offshore warehouse months ago.
She told me that to scare me.
It totally worked.
- Leni, are you even paying attention?
- Oh, sorry, I was just
reading this ad for a clown camp
that takes place over April Fool's Day Weekend.
all: What?
- This is perfect!
If we send Luan to this camp,
she'll be two states away from us.
Oh, but it costs 500 bucks.
- Well, that is a lot of money,
but if it means we don't have
to spend April Fool's in these suits,
I'd say it's worth it.
- Agreed. Someone toss me my checkbook.
- A weekend at Funny Farm's Clown Camp?
Oh! This is my dream come true!
Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!
But what's the occasion?
- Why do we need an occasion
to spoil our favorite little comedienne, huh?
- Oh, wait. It's on April Fool's weekend.
- Is it? I, uh--I didn't realize.
- I don't know if I can be away from my family
on my favorite holiday.
- Ah, but think about all that fresh meat at the camp
just waiting to be pranked.
- Oh, you're right!
Well, in that case, I "camp" wait.
[laughs] Get it?
- Oh, that is hilarious! - That's good!
- Where do you come up with this stuff?
Oh, I swear, I'm gonna pee.
- Lincoln, don't oversell it.
[upbeat music]
♪
- Well, guys, this is it.
I'm really gonna miss you, but--
- Bye! - See ya!
- Wait, wait! I changed my mind!
- Punch it, Dad!
[all scream]
- I want the blue clown shoes, not the pink ones.
[all sigh]
- Here, take them all.
- Take mine, too, just to be safe.
[all cheering]
[engine rattling, pops]
- Oh, dang it.
Sorry, guys, looks like Vanzilla just died on us.
- I'm on it, Dad.
Huh, that's weird.
I thought I packed my toolbox.
- It's okay, sweetie.
We'll just get a tow in the morning.
There's a motel right there.
- [scoffs]
Lola Loud does not stay in two-star motels.
[glass breaks]
- Well, there you go.
Now it's a one-star, so you're good.
- And please watch over Cliff, Charles, Geo, and Walt,
and Izzy, Hops, Bitey, Fangs, El Diablo--
- Lana.
- But I didn't get to my ant colony yet.
- Good night.
[insect chirping]
- Seriously?
That's not bothering anyone else?
- Oh, my bad.
Those gas station burritos always get me going.
- Not that, the cricket.
- Ouch! - Seriously, dude?
- I'm sorry. I can't see anything.
Let me just turn on a light.
[sirens blaring on TV]
all: Lincoln!
- Sorry.
[sirens blaring]
[bed vibrating] - Lincoln!
Oh!
- I'm sorry.
I can't figure out how anything works in here.
[alarm blaring]
- Lincoln, stop hitting switches.
You're making things worse.
Now, where is the dang plug for this thing?
Ow!
- I'll get some more towels to clean up that coffee.
[screams]
[blaring stops]
- Well, that should do it.
Whoever wired this place
had no idea what they were doing.
- I think they knew exactly what they were doing.
Look what I found.
This cricket is a fake.
It's from Fanny's Prank Emporium.
[all gasp]
- That's where Luan gets all her supplies.
- [gasps] You don't think she's behind this, do you?
- [scoffs] She can't be.
She's at camp. I'll call her right now.
[beep] - Hello, family.
I hope you're enjoying your stay.
Buckle up, there's mo-telling what's gonna happen next.
[cackles] Get it?
[screaming]
- Okay, everybody stay calm.
We'll just go to the manager and get a new room.
- How do we know that's not exactly
what Luan wants us to do?
I vote we stay put.
[dramatic music]
[all gasp]
- Hang on, Lisa. We'll get you out.
- [muffled] Negative. Proceed without me.
I'm safer in here.
- Let's go.
[cricket chirping]
- [muffled] Lincoln! The cricket!
♪
- Ah! She cut the floorboards!
[wood creaks, pops]
all: Oh!
♪
- Luna, grab my foot.
I'll pull you to safety with my quads.
- I can't, dude.
Major gelatin hands.
I'm cool here.
Carry on, my wayward sons!
♪
all: Dibs not!
- Dang it. I always do it wrong.
[suspenseful music]
[boing]
[yells]
[neon humming]
[scary musical sting]
[all gasp]
You guys go on without me.
I'd rather be stuck up here than get pranked by Luan.
[dramatic music]
[bell dinging]
- Good evening, sir.
We need a new room.
- Fine. You can have 1A.
- Princesses first!
♪
[animal chatters, Lola screams]
[hissing]
The rat skunked me.
- The real 1A's over there.
Don't touch that handle!
Remember what happened to Leni.
- Hi, you guys!
- I have an idea.
Charge!
[yells]
[splat]
I'm okay! I landed in pie!
[slurps]
And of course she made it rhubarb pie,
which I'm allergic to.
- I can't take this anymore.
I'm getting out of here!
[scary music]
[car beeping] [sighs]
[airbags whoosh] [grunts]
My eyebrows!
- Quick! To the basement!
It's always the safest place in an emergency!
[suspenseful music]
♪
- [laughs]
- Lily, no, it could be a trap!
♪
Oh, shoot.
I'm trapped! Save yourselves!
- Come on, kids! Say good-bye to your mother!
[click]
- Please tell me this is not bleach.
And it's bleach.
Go on without me.
I don't want to be seen in public like this.
- [breathing heavily] Okay. Take a knee.
Now, I know we're dropping like flies here.
But let's not lose hope.
If we stick together, we should be okay.
Lynn Jr., why don't you grab the Lilster,
and we'll find a safer spot to hide.
[monkey screams]
[both screaming]
Looks like it's just you and me, son.
What do you say we go hide in the boiler room?
Uh, wait, um,
oh, the--the roof is next.
- "The roof is next"?
What does that mean?
And why did you just look at your arm?
- What--I--
- "Room 2C, hallway, lobby,
Room 1A, laundry room."
These are all the places we got pranked.
[gasps] You've been helping her!
- Okay, I admit it!
I've been on Luan's scheme the whole time.
A few weeks ago, she came to me.
[whistling]
[screams]
And said she needed an inside man
to pull off her biggest April Fool's ever.
It was a very sophisticated operation.
First, we planted a fake ad
in one of Leni's magazines.
Then we set up a fake clown camp.
Now, that wasn't as easy.
Do you have any idea how much it costs to buy land?
We faked the van breaking down
with a little help from one of Luna's fog machines.
And, of course, Luan wasn't gonna miss
seeing you all get pranked.
The manager--that's her.
[exciting music]
She's been watching everything on the security cameras.
♪
- [cackling]
[cackling echoes]
- Dad, how could you sell out your own family like that?
- Luan promised me a prank-free decade.
A decade, son!
- I hope it was worth it.
- Oh, it was not worth it.
I feel terrible.
What kind of father am I?
What kind of... [sobs] Husband?
[sobs] - It's okay, Dad.
You're not the bad guy here. Luan is.
- [sniffles] No, no, son.
I'm just as guilty.
I went along with her.
But maybe it's not too late to redeem myself.
What do you think of putting Operation Find Our Family
and Get Back at Luan for Causing Years of Emotional Damage
and Also Think of a Shorter Name for This Operation into action?
- I'm in.
[elevator bell dings]
- My pranking is about to reach new heights.
[laughs] Get it?
Oh, there's no one here.
[elevator clanks]
[buzzer sounds, telephone rings]
- Hello, manager?
This is Lynn Loud Sr.
My son and I were just headed up to the roof,
but we seem to have gotten stuck in the elevator.
- [deep voice] Uh, I'll be right there.
This is what I get for hiring an amateur.
That should do it.
[elevator bell dings]
[yells]
[grunts]
[neon humming]
[groans]
Whoa!
[groans]
[splat]
[monkey giggles]
- We did it, you guys!
We finally beat Luan at her own game!
[laughs]
[all cheering]
- Clap, clap, clap.
Well done, family. You got me.
You may have won this time,
but next year I'm gonna stop going easy on you
and give you all an April Fool's you'll never forget!
Especially you, Dad!
[cackling]
- What have I done?
[all screaming]
- [continues cackling]
[upbeat rock music]
♪
- Dad must have been so caught up making us breakfast
that he forgot his work stuff.
Luna, will you run Dad's laptop up to him?
- And leave my breakfast sandwich with you animals?
That's a neg, dude.
- I'll do it. I trust you guys.
- You guys, not cool.
As the oldest, I totally get her sandwich.
- Hey, Dad, we saw you forgot your laptop at home and--
[keys clacking]
Oh, I can't believe you get to have plastic surgery,
but I can't get my belly button pierced?
- Uh, you must be looking for Lynn Loud Sr.
I'm sorry, but he doesn't work here anymore.
He's been gone for three weeks.
all: Three weeks?
- Based on my calculations,
it appears our father's employment was terminated
immediately following the most recent
Take Your Kids to Work Day.
- You don't think we had anything to do with it, do you?
[laughter]
[heavy rock music]
- Whoo!
[kids groaning] - We're literally the worst.
- Now I can't even eat that delicious sandwich he made.
I feel too guilty.
- [munching, swallows]Me too.
- Wait, if Daddy hasn't had a job for three weeks,
where's he even going when he leaves the house every morning?
- I believe I can locate him.
I recently implanted a tracking chip
in both our parental units.
- A tracking chip?
You didn't put those in us, did you?
[device beeping]
- [wickedly] No.
[device warbling, beeping]
Lori, turn due southeast.
We appear to have arrived at Father's location.
- The Aloha Comrade
Hawaiian/Russian fusion restaurant?
What's he doing here?
- Poor guy must be drowning his sorrows
in Humuhumunukunukuapua'a borscht.
all: What?
- Have you guys really never heard of borscht?
- [humming]
[tracker beeping]
[kids gasp]
- Dad's a dishwasher?
- But he hates doing dishes.
- Yeah, and now that's his job--
because of us.
- This is worse than the time
we ruined his 40th birthday party.
- And his college reunion.
- And his roller dance competition.
- And his colonoscopy.
- Guys, Dad does so much for us,
and all we do is make his life worse.
- It's true. We really need to fix this.
And I know how.
We're gonna get Dad a new and better job.
- Yeah! - Totally!
- We just all need to work together!
- Oh, guys, someone threw out
a perfectly good pineapple stroganoff.
[munches] Mmm.
- [snaps fingers] I've got the perfect job for Daddy--
figure skater!
[camera shutters clicking]
- No way!
Soccer goalie!
- [grunting]
- Uh-uh. Beat poet.
- Darkness, despair...
[plays bongos] Lack of hair.
- May I remind you,
Father only has one monetizable skill set--
information technology,
street name--IT.
- Oh, what about this?
"Computer expert needed for Internet start-up."
- I thought someone already started the Internet.
- This is good.
Let's fill out an application and send it in.
And...done.
[chimes]
- Yes! They liked Dad's application
and want him to come in for an interview!
- Wait, what if he doesn't get the gig?
Then we'll have gotten his hopes up for nothing.
- How about we get the job for him,
then surprise him with it?
- So you're saying we clone Dad while he's sleeping
and send the clone to the interview?
Great idea!
I underestimated you, Lincoln.
- Actually, I was thinking one of us
could just put on this wig and pretend to be Dad.
- Oh. So I overestimated you.
- I know the perfect person to play Dad.
[playful bluegrass music]
- So, Mr. Loud,
why should we hire you?
- Because I've literally mastered technology.
[cell phone rings]
Hi, boo-boo bear.
Carol said what?
Can I get some privacy?
- You should hire me because I'm responsible and mature.
This tie is strangling me!
Oh, I'm sweating in this suit.
These pants are giving me a rash!
Ahh. Now, where were we?
[thud]
- Lynn Loud Sr.
Pleased to meet you.
[electricity crackles]
What's the buzz around here?
[laughs] Get it?
- Who are we kidding?
None of us can pull this off.
- There must be somebody who can make a convincing Dad.
- Ooh, look at me, I'm Lynn Loud Sr.
I can leave my trash bins out as long as I want.
- Mr. Grouse, could you do us a small favor?
- Hard pass.
- Wait, would a tray of my dad's lasagna change your mind?
- No.
But two would. [chuckles]
Mmm, mmm!
I'd like to be alone with my lasagna.
- These are for later, Mr. Grouse.
First, we need to get you trained
so you'll fit into the world of IT.
- Ah, you kids and your fancy abbreviations.
In my day, we just said, "It."
- Okay, Mr. Grouse.
Here's a laptop. Boot it up.
- Will you settle for a penny loafer?
[whistle blows] - No, no.
Not like that.
Like this. [laptop chimes]
- Okay, now open a window.
- Eh, all right.
- [laughs] Good one.
But wrong.
Like this.
- Now you need to empty the trash on your computer.
- Eh, whatever you say.
- Yeah, I walked right into that one.
[rock music]
♪
- Yo, IT dude--
I mean, how are you, sir?
My computer's acting totally bogus--
I-I mean broken.
So, yeah, can you fix it?
- Well, let's see.
Have you rebooted?
Have you checked your Wi-Fi connection?
Oh, ah, it's clear as daylight.
You need to update your drivers.
- I think he's ready.
- Almost.
- It's been three hours.
Where is he?
- Passing the Cluverius residence,
about to make a right onto Franklin.
[device beeping]
- How'd you know that?
- Just a wild guess.
- Oh, sorry, kids.
Psych! I got the job!
[kids cheering]
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a date with two hot dishes...
of lasagna, for Pete's sake!
all: Good morning, Dad!
- Dang it. What's going on, kids?
- Get in. We're driving you to work.
- Uh, okay.
But there's something I have to tell you.
I have a new job now.
- Yes, you do.
[engine turning over]
[engine revving] - Oh, dang it!
[light music]
Wait, this isn't the Aloha Comrade.
- We know. Say hello to your new office.
- We felt bad about getting you fired
from your old IT job,
so we got you a new one.
- Uh, guys, you didn't get me fired from my old job.
I quit.
- Why?
So you could wash icky dishes?
- Mm, not exactly.
I'm training to become a chef--
my dream job!
And washing dishes is how you start.
I didn't want to tell you guys
until I passed my training period.
all: Oh.
- It's the colonoscopy all over again.
- It--it's okay, kids. You meant well.
And now that you know, you can just
take me back to the restaurant.
- Uh, we kind of already quit for you.
- You listen to me, bub!
No one makes my daddy wash dishes!
He's done with your stinky job in your stinky restaurant!
And another thing--
[inhales deeply]
[hair dryer whirring loudly]
- Oh, dear.
[bell dings] - Don't worry, Dad.
We'll talk your boss into rehiring you.
- Yeah! - To the Aloha Comrade!
- Punch it, Lori! - Wait!
[gulping]
[rock music]
Oh, that was hot.
[tires screech]
- Oh, no!
This is my last clean plate.
- Sir.
Please give our dad his job back.
This was all a misunderstanding.
- What is there to misunderstanding?
First, I get the rudest call of my life.
Then I have no one to help with the breakfast rush.
So my answer is nyet.
- Yay!
- Nyet means "no."
- Aw.
- Please don't punish our dad.
This was our fault.
- Yeah, we're always messing up.
- All we do is make his life worse.
- Whoa, whoa, kids, what are you talking about?
You make my life better every day.
This is just a job.
Don't worry. I can find another one.
[tender music]
- [sniffling]
I can't say nyet to a man with such a nice family.
You got your job back!
all: Yay!
- Yes, my daddy's gonna wash the dishes!
[echoing] Dishes, dishes, dishes!
- Ah, you! Whoa! Ah!
[crash] Ooh!
Ow, my cooking arm.
- Chef Sergei!
- Hmm, appears to be a hairline fracture.
You'll need to keep that immobilized
for at least three weeks.
- I'm sorry, Lynn.
I know I just gave your job back,
but I'm going to have to shut down for a while.
- [sighs]
[bell dings] - Maybe not.
[upbeat rock music]
- OMgosh, you guys!
The dining room is packed!
- Everyone loves Dad's Kona caviar breakfast sandwiches.
- Mmm, Lynn,
you don't need to train to be a chef.
You already are one!
Forget about the dishwashing.
I'm making you my co-chef.
[kids cheering]
Come with me.
I want the customers to know who made this delicious meal.
- Ooh, Sergei didn't finish his breakfast sandwich.
all: Dibs!
[keys clacking]
- There you go, all fixed!
- Uh, great, thanks.
Could you log out for me?
- Sure.
[grunts] Good thing I brought a log.
- ♪ 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