- ♪ Crashing through the crowded halls ♪
♪ Dodging girls like ping pong balls ♪
♪ Just to reach the bathroom on time ♪
♪ Hey! Hey! Hey! 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 ♪
♪ 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! House! Loud!
♪ Loud House! ♪ - Poo-poo!
- ♪
- MAN ON TV: Welcome back to "Arggh!"
I'm Hunter Specter
and we're in a haunted salon in Erie, Pennsylvania,
tracking the ghost of Armando, the Hairdresser.
- [door thuds]
- Wait a minute, I'm picking up something
on my "Arggh!" ghost detector.
- [device clicks] - [chair swivels]
- HUNTER: [gasps] There he is!
Now to trap him in my ghost containment device.
- [dramatic music]
- Ugh! Does anyone sweep this floor?
- [loud whoosh]
- [objects clattering]
- HUNTER: He's on the run!
I'm gonna have to improvise.
- ♪
- Back! Back, poncy hairdresser!
- [wind gusting]
- Got him...
by a hair, ha, ha!
- That was amazing! - I know!
- I thought he was a goner.
- When that chair spun around,
I pee'd a little.
I'm gonna write my weekly fan letter
to Hunter right now, while I'm still excited.
- HUNTER: Don't forget to tune in next week
for more of "Arggh!"'s
tour of the 25 most haunted places in America.
We'll be visiting a spooky groundskeeper's house
at a cemetery in Royal Woods, Michigan.
- CLYDE & LINCOLN: Did he just say Royal Woods, Michigan?
- Now I pee'd a little.
This is it, Clyde.
Are you ready to watch Hunter Specter in action?
- I was born ready, Lincoln.
Well, actually, I was born a month early,
so, I wasn't ready for much of anything.
- Whoa, who knew there were this many "Arggh!" fans.
This is unacceptable. We can't even see Hunter.
- Don't worry, buddy.
I've got my trusty "Arggh!" ghost-seeking periscope.
- What do you see?
- Some kind of cave...
with a lot of stalactites and waxy-looking boulders.
- MAN: [snarling]
- CLYDE & LINCOLN: [nervous laughter]
- Come on, Clyde, I have a better idea.
- BOTH: [zooming]
- Okay, "Arggh!" cadets, this is it.
I'm going in.
But don't worry, you'll be able to watch
all the paranormal action on this screen.
So, until we meet again, cadets.
- [door thuds, slams]
- CROWD: [cheering, hooting]
- Sweet! Right, Clyde?
We have a great view of the screen.
- Totally.
It almost makes me forget about my fear of heights.
Almost.
- BOTH: [thud]
- Ah! I've landed on my official "Arggh!" ghost handcuffs.
- Hey, you two. No lying down on the job.
Set your walkies to channel 4
and get your butts in that house.
We're about to start shooting.
- No, ma'am, we don't work for "Arggh!"--
- 'Cause you know what they say--
when you do what you love,
you never work a day in your life.
Heh. Heh. Come on, Clyde, we'd better get to our posts.
- That's more like it.
- ♪
- [nose honking]
- [garbage can thuds]
- Lincoln, did you see that?
I've gotta get that tissue for my scrapbook.
- Okay. I'll cover for you.
- I want that tissue, Lincoln.
- ♪
- Hey, what are you two doofuses doin'?
Get over to your position and do not miss your cue.
Quiet on the set!
And action!
- [clears throat]
On this special episode of "Arggh!",
we're going to be hunting for the ghost
of Groundskeeper Jim.
Locals say you can still hear him some nights
dragging his shovel around the empty house.
Hello? Hello?
Are you here now, Groundskeeper Jim?
- [switch clicking on/off]
- It's a sign! He's in the house!
- CROWD: [gasps]
- Hey, man, quit playing with the lights.
Hunter's trying to catch a ghost.
- Shhhh!
- This will help me keep track of the ghost's exact location.
- [small rock clatters] - [gasps] He's right there!
Aha! got you cornered, Groundskeeper Jim.
- [device beeping]
- Fire the gelatin!
Fire! Fire!
- [gelatin splooshing]
- Ah, ectoplasm!
- CROWD: [gasping, cheering] - It's attacking me!
Ah! This ghost is shockingly strong!
Ah! Take this!
- [air whooshing]
- Got him!
Sorry, Jim, you're grounded.
- CROWD: [cheering, hooting]
- What was that? I can't hear anything.
- [light switch clicks on] - [fans turns off]
- And cut! Great job, everyone.
- Nice work with the gelatin, guys.
I didn't think you'd hit me in the face,
but I went with it.
Made the scene even more believable.
[laughing] - BOTH: [gasping]
- I can't believe Hunter's a fake.
Think about all the time we've wasted
watching five seasons of "Arggh!"
I could have learned to play the banjo.
Clyde, you're kind of quiet back there.
- Lincoln, I just don't wanna talk about it right now.
- I get that, buddy.
Delete, delete, delete, delete, delete.
De-lete.
- What are you doing, big brother?
- I'm getting rid of all my recorded episodes of "Arggh!"
- Ooh, goody!
More room for my show about plastic surgeries gone wrong.
- MAN's VOICE: Lincoln. Come in, Lincoln.
- Clyde, you sound old.
- Ha, this is Clyde's dad. Can you come over?
Clyde is having an episode, and I was specifically asked
not to call Dr. Lopez on her vacation.
- I'll be right there.
- He's been throwing out his favorite possessions.
He said something about them all being fake.
At least I think that's what he said.
It was hard to hear over Howard's crying.
- Well, can you blame me? It's not just his things.
He said he doesn't believe in birthday wishes,
magicians, or leprechauns anymore--
all the things that make our little guy so special.
[sobbing]
- Wait, I think I know what's going on.
Clyde, look, I know you're upset about Hunter, but--
- I'm not upset, I'm grateful.
He opened my eyes to what a chump I've been.
I mean, if he's a fake,
everything else must be fake, too.
- [plates clanking] - HOWARD: [sobbing]
- Your "Operation Dessert Storm" commemorative plates?
- Pssst! That show's gotta be rigged.
No one could really caramelize
100 crème brûlées in five minutes.
- Our anti-alien abduction helmets?
- [laughing] Aliens.
There's no such thing.
- Clyde, you don't have to give up on
everything you've ever believed in.
- Oh, but I do, Lincoln. I do.
- [object crashes]
- Clyde, that was your clock-radio.
- Ah.
- It's worse than I thought, and I know who's to blame.
- Where are you going?
- To see a man about a ghost.
Hunter Specter-- if that's really your name.
- [sighs] I already told you guys payday is Wednesday.
- I'm not on your crew. I'm a fan.
Well, I was until I saw what really happens on your show.
- Oh.
- I can handle it, but my friend Clyde is crushed.
He was your biggest fan.
He wrote you a letter every week.
- Wait, that Clyde?
He's the only fan who noticed
when I switched to an all-cotton jumpsuit.
Oh, I feel terrible.
I didn't get into this business to trick kids.
I wanted to hunt ghosts.
- Then why don't you?
- Oh, it's TV.
We have a schedule,
and if we can't find ghosts, we have to fake it.
- Yeah? Well, now Clyde thinks
everything he ever loved is fake.
- I wish I could undo that, but I don't know how.
We all know there's not a real ghost here.
- [bell dings] - Or is there?
- HOWARD: Now, Clyde, you'll have to wait
an hour after eating to go swimming.
You'll get cramps.
- That's just a myth, Dad.
I suppose next you'll tell me if I make this face,
it could freeze that way.
What a load.
- [gasps] That's it! I'm calling Dr. Lopez.
[sobbing]
- Howard, no. She needs this vacation.
She and Robin are trying to make it work.
- [phone rings] - Hey, Lincoln. What's up?
- LINCOLN: Clyde, tune your walkie to channel 4.
You've gotta hear this.
- [water splashes]
- HUNTER: Come in, all crew!
Return to Royal Woods, immediately.
I have a real ghost here,
but I can't catch him without my equipment.
- So? Just more of Hunter's lies.
- LINCOLN: But, Clyde, the Royal Woods episode is over.
Why would he be lying?
- HUNTER: All crew, do you copy?
- LINCOLN: Clyde, we've got the equipment.
We can help him. - Meh.
- LINCOLN: Aw, come on.
- Meh!
- LINCOLN: Do it for me, then?
- Hmmm...I guess.
- [owl hooting]
- Hello?
- Ah, my faithful crew guys. Thanks for coming back.
There's a real ghost in here.
- We're not your crew guys,
and why should we believe anything you say?
- 'Cause my cherry soda just disappeared
and everyone knows Groundskeeper Jim loved cherry soda.
- Wow, you're really going for it.
- [thunder crashes] - [door slams]
- Uh, that seemed pretty real.
- [object scraping]
- [gasps] Groundskeeper Jim's shovel!
- Uh-huh.
- [can thuds] - CLYDE: Oh!
Ch-ch-ch-cherry?
It is him! - [can clatters]
- [objects clattering] - [ghostly laughter]
- CLYDE: And he's on the run!
- What do you say, guys? Should we catch him?
- [lively rock music]
- [ghostly laughter]
- He's over there!
- [ghostly laughter continues]
- [door slams]
- I got this!
Ya-a-a-a-a!
[thuds]
A little help?
- [door thuds]
- [wardrobe rattling]
- He's in there.
- [quietly] Follow my lead.
- BOTH: [zooming]
- Now!
- [lively rock music]
- LINCOLN & CLYDE: [screaming]
- It's working!
- HUNTER: Ha, ha! - ALL: We got him!
- Yeah! - Incredible!
That was amazing, Hunter!
I'm going home to write you another fan letter right now.
I believe! I believe!
- I feel bad lying to Clyde, but I'm glad he believes again.
- This paint can shaker really did the trick.
- And the fishing line on the door was perfect.
- And that spring behind the picture frame
worked like a charm.
- And that was a nice touch with the flying soda can.
I didn't know you were gonna do that.
- Yes, I--
Wait, I thought you did that.
- No.
- [ghostly belch] - BOTH: [gasp]
- HUNTER: Hey, "Arggh!" cadets,
we're here at a haunted tugboat in Milwaukee,
where locals say
some nights you can see the ghost
of Captain Jack swabbing the deck.
I can't guarantee we'll find him here tonight,
but if we do, he's mine!
- Hey, guys, got you a little snack.
- Served on Clyde's
"Operation Dessert Storm" commemorative plates.
- Thanks, Dads.
But we're going swimming right after this show,
so, we should probably wait an hour.
- BOTH: No worries!
[excited squealing] - Yay!
- Oh, our son is back!
- Howie, don't make that face--
it'll freeze that way.
- ♪
- [snoring loudly]
- [boot thuds] - [groans]
What? Who is that?
[sniffing] Oh, Lana.
Let me guess. Another bad dream?
- [snoring loudly]
- [heavy thud] - Lori!
Can you get my tangles out? - [bird chirps]
- Ow! Not like a gorilla!
- [musical ring tone]
- Sis will call you back, Boo-Boo Bear.
- Lola! - [musical ring tone]
- LORI: [grunting]
Hi, Boo-Boo Bear. Sorry about that.
- Lori, does this outfit clash with my toenail color?
- It's fine.
So, Bobby, how was your night?
- BOTH: [grunting] - Let go of me!
- Oh, my beloved-- - Let go of me!
- Guys, what are you doing?
- Luan broke Edwin's fang.
Tell her she has to pay for his dental work.
- He's a statue!
The only thing I'm paying for
is you getting your brain checked.
- If you give me ten minutes,
I can warm up my MRI machine.
- Or we could just give her a CAT scan.
[laughing] Get it?
- LORI: Everybody, out!
I'm trying to talk to Bobby.
[heavy sigh] Finally.
- Real quick. Is this outfit cuter?
- Leni, it's literally the same outfit.
Ah, where were we, Boo-Boo Bear?
Did you dream about me last night?
- Sure did, toots! We were smooching.
And you were loving it. [kissing]
- Ah! Luan! - LUAN: [laughing]
- Get out of here!
[growling]
- BOBBY: Babe, what was that growl?
Is there a gorilla in there?
- Guys, we have to talk.
I am literally almost an adult.
I can't live like this anymore.
- So, you're finally gonna see a doctor
about your flatulence problem?
- What? I don't have a flatulence problem!
I'm talking about living in this house.
I can't even have an uninterrupted
conversation with Bobby or sleep through the night
without getting kicked in the face.
- Aren't you kind of exaggerating?
Oh.
- So, I talked to Mom and Dad and they said
it was okay for me to move into the garage.
- OTHERS: [gasping]
- You can't leave! We need you!
- You'll be fine.
Besides, I'll be right by the house,
if you need anything.
- Oh, Lori, you're so lucky you get your own room.
- [toilet flushing] - Bathroom's all set.
Go easy on her at first. No heavy meals.
- Oh, I can't believe it.
Our first little bird is leaving the nest.
- I said I wouldn't cry... [sobbing]
- You guys, I'm only 20 feet from the house,
and you can visit any time you want.
But call, first.
- [door slams]
- Parents. Am I right?
So, what are we doing tonight?
- I'll see you tomorrow. - [door slams]
- [long sigh]
Alone at last.
- [lively music]
♪
- [long sigh] This is literally amazing.
[yawning] Well...
[sighs] ...it must be about bedtime.
- [clock beeps]
- Hmmm...
Hey, Boo-Boo Bear, tell me about your day.
- Sorry, babe, I'm really slammed at the store.
- CUSTOMERS: [growling]
- Well, fine. I'm busy, too,
so, 'bye.
- Now gently rock forward as we go into Crab Pose.
- [grunting]
[farts] Ah!
[groans]
[eyes blink]
[sighs]
- [clock beeps]
- Hi, Mr. Grouse.
It looks like we're going to be neighbors.
- We're already neighbors.
- Closer neighbors.
I moved into the garage.
- I don't care.
- [lawnmower chugging]
- Oh, I can't get this tangle outta my hair!
What am I supposed to do?
- Fear not, sibling.
As it happens, I've been working on
a new detangling formula.
- [liquid spritzes] - [gasps]
My hair! What have you done?!
- You should have specified that you wanted to keep it.
On a related note-- may I keep it?
- This never would have happened if Lori was here!
- [squirrel squeaking]
- [clock beeps]
- Ah, finally, bedtime.
- [lights click off] - [animal howling]
- It's darker out here than I thought.
- [branches scraping] - [wind gusting]
- [creaking noises]
- [squirrel chattering]
[chattering] - [gasps]
- [switch clicks]
- [screaming] - [switch clicking]
- [teeth chattering]
- Leni, I had a nightmare.
- It's okay. Tell me about it.
- Well, first, the blood-sucking aliens were chasing me--
- [gasps] Did they see you come in here?
Quick, help me with this dresser!
[straining]
- I wish Lori was here. She would make us feel safe.
- I know, but we can't bug her.
She wants to be alone.
- ♪
- [musical ring tone] - [gasps]
Bobby!
- Hey, babe. How's Casa Lori?
- Terrible. This was a big mistake.
- I'm sorry.
Hey, why don't you just move back in with the family?
- I made such a big deal about wanting to be on my own.
If I came crawling back now,
they'd never let me live it down.
- Oops, babe, I've gotta go.
The exterminator's here.
Papa thought he saw a mouse in the store.
It might have been a moldy marshmallow,
but we're not taking any chances.
- [bell dings] - A mouse, huh? Hmmm...
Okay, guys, scatter!
- [mice squeaking]
- Ahem!
[screaming] Help!
- What's wrong?
- There are literally mice in here.
- Oh, honey, I'm sure you're-- - [mice skittering]
- DAD: [screams]
--moving back into the house!
This place is a horror show. [sobbing]
- Oh, and I love it here so much.
But if you say so.
- I have a better solution--
my new ultrasonic mousetrap.
It works due to the simple- minded nature of the mice.
Not you, Leni.
Problem solved.
And it's a win-win.
I get new research subjects,
and you get your beloved abode back.
- Great.
Dad, the mice are gone.
- Uh, yes, well... glad I could help.
- [wrench clanks] - [water splashing]
- Ahem.
Help! I've got a leak!
- [water splashing]
- Unh-unh, this is bad. You can't stay out here.
- No!
You're probably right.
- Don't worry, sis. I've got this.
- [whistle shrills]
- Bucket brigade!
- ♪
- I replaced the PVC with galvanized steel,
so she should definitely hold now.
- Great.
- [door slams] - You guys, help!
I think the garage is haunted.
See?
- "Get Out!" Hmmm...
- [lipstick tube rolls]
- Let me do my thing.
Oh, Spirit, speak to me.
Hmmm... [claps hands]
The ghost just explained everything.
- There's really a ghost?
I mean, of course, there's a ghost,
and, clearly, he wants me to leave.
- Actually, he said you can stay.
He's leaving.
Something about "yoga farts."
- Okay, that was the floorboards!
- [door slams]
- [sighs]
There must be some way out of here.
- [lawnmower chugging]
[lawnmower chugging]
- [basketball thuds]
- [gasps]
- Dang it, Luna.
Your fog machine warped Mr. Coconut's head.
- Can't prove it, dude!
- Lincoln, tell her she has to pay to get him fixed.
- Um...okay.
Luna, I think Luan has a point.
You should pay up.
- You wanna think again, brah?
- Yes, I do.
Luan, I think you should accept
that fog machines are a part of life.
- I wouldn't be too hasty, Slick.
My cousin's a baseball bat.
- I wish Lori was here.
She always has the right solution.
- That's your solution?
That I drive my tractor through your garage?
- Yes, in exchange for a tray of my dad's lasagna.
- Well, what happens when your old man
wants me to pay for the damage?
- I'll give you the money out of my allowance.
- Hot dinner, and I get to wreck your dad's garage?
Now that's a win-win.
- Let's say tonight around 7:00.
- Well, all done.
I'd love to hang out and "dish,"
but I'm sure you wanna go back to your place now.
- Uh, first, I should say goodnight to everyone.
[zooming]
Goodnight, Leni. Goodnight, Luna.
Goodnight, Lynn. Goodnight, Lincoln.
- Move, you're blocking the TV.
- Ah, well, now I'm gonna have to start over.
Goodnight, Leni. Goodnight, Luna.
Goodnight, Lynn. - [lawnmower chugging]
- [loud crash] - LORI: [gasps]
What was that?
- Dang it! I put her in reverse by mistake,
and knocked down the wrong garage.
Can I still have your dad's lasagna?
- Knocked down the wrong garage?
- Dad's lasagna?
- Lori, you've got a "ricotta" explain' to do.
[laughing] Get it?
- Heh. Heh.
Well, I kind of maybe paid Mr. Grouse to wreck the garage
so I wouldn't have to live there.
- OTHERS: [shouting mixed comments]
- You love the garage.
- I thought all I wanted was to be away from you guys.
But I only ended up missing you.
I was just too embarrassed to admit it.
- OTHERS: [shouting mixed comments]
- Nice reunion, Louds.
But what about my garage?
- Here, I'll give you a quote.
- BOBBY: So, it turns out it wasn't
a moldy marshmallow or a mouse.
It was a chinchilla.
I named it "Lori."
- Oh, Boo-Boo Bear, that's so sweet.
Wait, is that like a rat?
- Lori, what do you think?
- Love. You literally look like a model.
- Lori, can I sleep in your bed?
- Of course. Boots off.
- Lori, tell Lisa she can't harvest my kidneys.
- Tell Lincoln he only requires one.
Now let's do this!
- Lisa, you took his appendix.
Don't be greedy.
- Yeah, Lisa, have a "heart,"
but just not mine.
[laughing] Get it?
- Lori, can you detangle?
- You got it. [sighs]
I really missed all of this.
[screams]
♪ 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 ♪