- ♪ 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.
[instrumental music]
♪
[blow dryer whirring]
- Dinner's almost ready, guys!
- Uh, Leni, what are you doing?
- Defrosting the goulash Dad left us.
- Maybe you should try the stove.
- Good idea.
I was worried this would give
the goulash split ends, anyway.
- Forget the goulash!
My favorite racecar driver, Bobbie Fletcher,
is holding a contest tonight at the Burpin' Burger!
Whoever finds the burger with the tire-marked wrapper
gets to be an honorary member of her pit crew.
- I see you got the winning wrapper.
Welcome aboard, Lana.
- I know what you're gonna say.
Mom and Dad left us plenty of food to eat
while they're away for the weekend, but--
[car honking]
- You had us at "Burpin' Burger"!
[low jazz music]
- Hops! Jacket jump!
[frog croaking]
Whoo-hoo! Yeah!
- Siblings, I'd like to call your attention
to the rapidly descending ice crystals, street name, snow.
- Fine, Lis, you can stay here and eat the goulash.
- I call shotgun!
[tires screeching]
- Please welcome racing champion...
[engine revving] Bobbie Fletcher!
[cheering]
- Yes! - There she is!
- Thanks for coming out, racing fans!
I want to give a huge thanks to my sponsor, Burpin' Burger.
Let me tell ya, you can't get past the starting line
without quality fuel, and mine is right here,
the Big Belcher with extra pickles.
[cheering]
I can't wait to have one of you folks on my pit crew.
All you gotta do is find the burger wrapper
that looks just like this.
Ladies and gentlemen,
start your stomachs. [horn blares]
[cheering]
- Give me a dozen burgers,
and try to make one of them the winner.
- A dozen? Wow, you must really want to be on that pit crew.
- Oh, yeah, Bippity Fletchman, huge fan.
- Actually, her name is-- - Don't care!
Just gonna sell the winning wrapper
to some sucker for big bucks.
Come to Flippy.
- No wrapper, no wrapper, no wrapper.
- Dang it.
All losers.
Keep those burgers cooking, Slim, 'cause I'll be back
for more once I scratch up some moolah.
- We'd like ten Big Belchers and one Baby Belcher, please.
- Okay, that'll be $25.
- Uh, don't worry, guys. I got this.
Let's see...
my gum collection, banana peel,
owl's foot, ah, here it is.
- Oh, one of our "Kids Eat Free" coupons. Great.
Wait, did you just say owl's foot?
- Yeah, isn't she a hoot? [laughs]
- Next.
- All right, guys, dig in.
- Sorry we didn't find the winning wrapper, Lana.
[frog croaks]
- The frozen precipitation is accumulating rapidly.
I suggest we skedaddle.
- Wait, don't you guys want another round?
- We can have seconds?
- How are we gonna pay for it?
[mischievous music]
- Hops, sticky snag.
[frog croaks]
Bullseye.
I'll take 11 more burgers,please,
and I have another coupon.
- [groans] Why is it so sticky?
- [burps]
- [groans] Still nothing.
We have to order more burgers.
- Ah, in light of the worsening meteorological conditions--
[burps]
Perhaps we should follow the lead
of the other patrons and am-scray.
- Come on, hurry, hurry.
- I do not like the look of that sky.
- Oh, let them leave.
That'll make our chances even better.
Come on, you guys, one more round.
[all groaning]
- I can't eat anything else.
- I can't even joke about burgers right now.
- You don't have to eat 'em.
Hops and I will take them home for breakfast.
- [burps]
[all sighing]
- Great, be right back.
Don't move.
♪
[frog croaks]
- [gasps] [thud]
- Let's try that again, buddy.
- Hey, you little sneak.
You want more burgers, you got to pay for them.
- Okay, um, not a prob.
[playful guitar music]
♪
[inhales deeply]
11 more burgers, please.
- Jeez...
- Whoops, that's my chicken beak.
- [groans]
Are you guys almost done?
I want to get out of here. I rode my bike to work.
- Don't worry. We'll be leaving soon.
I got a great feeling about this batch.
- Sorry, Lana. I don't have it.
- Me neither, dude.
- Same here, I guess that's a wrap.
[laughs] Oh, sorry.
- [breathes deeply]
Dang it.
I guess I'm not gonna be
on Bobbie Fletcher's pit crew.
- Ew. Someone wrapped my burger in this dirty old rag.
- Leni! You found it!
You found it![laughs]
- Finally.
- [laughs] Finding this wrapper means the world to me.
Thanks for all your help, guys.
- All right, now let's get home
so I can let 'em rip in privacy.
- [groans]
Can I bunk with you guys tonight?
[all gasping] - Oops.
This must be the closet where they keep their snow.
- No, Leni.
We're snowed in.
- Aw man, are we gonna be stuck here all night?
- No, I just worked a 12-hour shift.
I can't take another second in this greasy dungeon.
[grunts]
- Sorry, buddy, there's snow way out. [giggle]
- [cries]
[engine revving]
[tires screeching] [thud]
- Guess who just earned a bunch
of cheddar digging stranded suckers out of the snow?
Lay a dozen burgers on me, bicycle boy.
- You can save your cheddar.
I already found the winning wrapper.
- What? Bull hockey.
That baby was gonna make me a fortune.
I'm out! - Flip, wait!
Can you give us a ride home? We're stuck here.
- Stuck, are ya?
I can help you out...for a price.
Let's say, ah, I don't know...
one winning wrapper?
- What? No way!
Guys, we worked so hard for this.
I'll get us home, I promise.
- Suit yourself, but this offer expires
the second that door hits my keister.
- Wait, I'll give you anything.
My employee discount.
- Throw in a jumbo sack of curly fries
and you got a deal.
- I'm free!
- Catch you on the Flip side.
- Well, I hope you know what you're doing, Lana,
because I am literally not sleeping on hamburger wrappers.
- No worries.
Flip's truck cleared the path
so we just need to make it to Vanzilla--
[truck reversing beeps]
- Whoops!
[all groaning]
- Guys, I got this. Trust me.
I'll get us out.
[low jazz music]
♪
And I know just how to do it.
[sniffs]
Leaking gas and old string cheese.
We're close to Vanzilla.
Charles has been giving me bloodhound lessons.
There you are, old girl.
I'll have you out in a jiffy.
Hey guys! We're going home.
- You literally did it, Lans.
- Thanks. [cheering]
- Hah, and you guys wanted me to give my wrapper to Flip.
[engine grinding]
Hmm.
Better check out the engine block...
of ice?
[all groaning]
- If you'd just let Flip give us
a ride we'd be home by now.
- [groans] There's no signal here.
I'm gonna warm up inside and use the landline.
- Don't worry, Hops, we'll figure this out.
I know just the thing.
Burger warming lamp.
all: Dang it.
[shivering] - No signal. No landline.
Bobby has no idea where I am.
I feel so alone.
- Bobby is the least of our problems.
I'm so cold I can't feel my tushie.
- Come on, guys. We need to stay positive.
We could be here all night.
- Hops, not now.
We'll play later. Hops.
[somber piano music]
- [coughs] - Oh, poor thing.
I'll keep you warm.
- I made cute shawls.
Who wants one?
- I'd rather freeze my tushie off
than be seen wearing napkins.
- If we huddle together
and conserve our dwindling body heat,
we may be able to stave off hypothermia.
I forgot how much I hate huddling.
- Aw man, I've been so selfish.
[rumbling]
[all screaming]
- [sputtering]
- Flip? What are you doing here?
- I tracked him down.
I just followed the smell of curly fries and B.O.
- You went out in these conditions?
You could have lost a digit to frostbite.
- I had to.
I couldn't let you guys suffer
all night because of me.
So now Flip will take us home.
- Right after I get that wrapper.
[all gasp]
- We know how much that wrapper meant to you.
Thanks for giving it up and getting us out of here.
- Thanks, Lans. - Mighty dece of you.
- We know how much this means to you, Lana.
- Well, lookee here, another sucker.
Sit tight, chief. I'll be back for you later.
- Wait, that's Bobbie Fletcher.
Stop, Flip! We have to help her.
- [sighs]
[truck reversing beeps]
- Excuse me, Ms. Fletcher?
What happened?
- Engine died.
This baby can hit 210 in the straightaway,
but throw a little snow at her and she conks out.
- Mind if I...? - It's all yours.
[rock music]
- See if she'll turn over now.
[engine revving]
- Dang. My pit crew isn't even that fast.
What's your name, sport?
- Lana Loud.
- Well, thank you, Lana Loud.
Give me a call when you're 18.
I could use someone like you on my team.
- Wow. Thanks!
[cheering] - Way to go, Lana.
- Hey, Bippity Fletchman!
She may have fixed your car,
but I'm one who brought her here.
How about a little something for me?
- Coming right up, pal.
[engine revving]
♪
[pleasant music]
♪
all: ♪ Dashing through the snow ♪
♪ In a luxury SUV
♪ We're making up some time
♪ Because we stopped to pee, hey ♪
[laughter]
- This is great!
My first ever vacation with Clyde and his dads!
And if it's anything like their soufflés,
it's going to be awesome!
Whoa! What is that?
- Oh, that's the Ramp of Insanity.
It's a near-vertical drop
where you can reach speeds of 100 miles an hour,
then get launched 5,000 feet in the air.
- Sweet! Do we get to go on it?
- [gasps]
- And that is why I'm doing the driving.
Lincoln, let me translate for Howard...
- No. - Don't worry, buddy.
We have tons of other fun stuff to do.
- What happened?
- You passed out when we asked about the Ramp of Insanity.
- The Ramp of Insanity?!
[sighs]
[singsongy] Here we are!
- Whoo-hoo!
Race you to the front door. - Ah, ah, ah.
Hold on.
- My dads don't want us to slip on the ice.
- Ah.
Wow. Nice.
- Ah, ah, ah.Hold on.
[machines whirring]
Now we're good.
- My dads don't want us to get splinters.
- Ah.
[both cheering]
- So what should we do first? Go sledding?
- I'll grab Big Red II! - Ah, ah.
There. Now we're good.
- My dads don't want us to get frostbite.
- Ah.
- Here. I've had a lot of practice with this.
- What if I have to pee?
- Not a problem.
Just give me 15 minutes notice.
- Pilot to copilot, we are ready for launch.
Both: Ah, ah.
- Good thing we found
that clearance sale on mattresses.
- And on bubble wrap.
Now we're good.
- Okay...
Well, this is still gonna be fun.
Here we go!Whee!
Uh, why aren't we moving?
- Oh, we called ahead and asked
the groundskeeper to level the hillside.
- My dads don't want us to break our necks.
- [sighs]
Watch out, Clyde.
I'm gonna show you no mercy.
- Well I'm gonna show you even less.
Unless you want me to, in which case I totally will.
- Okay, whatever.
both: Ready...aim...fire!
both: No!
[thud]
- What are you--what?
- My dads don't want us to end up in the hospital
because of an ice ball to the head.
- [grunts]
- Who wants hot chocolate?
- Ooh, I do! - Me, too, please!
- Here you go, boys.Enjoy.
[both slurping]
- Um, this is kind of cold.
- Yeah, my dads don't want us
to scald the roofs of our mouths.
- [groans] Clyde, permission to speak freely?
- Granted. - Look.
Your dads are awesome,
but this trip has made me realize
that they are really overprotective.
- Yeah, maybe a little,
but they're just looking out for me.
- Clyde, you're wearing a seat belt
on the couch.
- My dads don't want me to get injured
in an earthquake.
We are only three states away
from a fault line.
Holy shamoly! You're right, Lincoln.
This is... [grunts] crazy!
I'm gonna talk to my dads right now.
- Go get 'em, buddy.
[machine whirring] - Dads, do you have a second?
- Sure, what's up, peanut?
- Howard! We agreed we wouldn't call him that
in case he develops a peanut allergy someday.
- What's up, uh, apple slice?
Was the cocoa too hot?
I knew I should have put in more ice cubes.
- That's exactly what I want to talk about.
I think--I think you guys are too overprotective.
[both gasp]
With the couch seat belts
and the tree mattresses and the bubble wrap...
[both gasp]
I'm not a little kid anymore.
I can take care of myself.
You don't have to worry about me so much.
- Worry? We don't worry.
- I'm scheduling a group session with Dr. Lopez.
We have to talk about this.
- No, you don't need to call Dr. Lopez.
You just need to let go a little bit.
- What do you think, Howie?
- Well, maybe we could try.[cries]
- I agree.
- You guys are the best. Thank you.
- I'm still calling Dr. Lopez. Just for me.
[adventurous music]
- Okay, buddy, now the fun really begins.
- I'll sled to that.
Yahoo! - Faster, faster!
[sled beeps]
[music slows down]
- I'm so sorry. That wasn't supposed to happen.
- Well, that's a relief.
- It was supposed to be a parachute.
- Dads, you said you were going to let go.
- We're sorry, Clyde, we're just not there yet.
- It's a dangerous world and we don't think
you're ready to face it on your own.
- I disagree.
- Why don't we revisit
this in another decade?
- [frustrated growl]
[tense music]
- [screams]
- [yelps]
I should have buckled up.
Whoa! Smooth floors!
[thud] What's going on?
- [stammers]
- Let me translate for Howard.
Clyde's in mortal danger.
- What?
- We found this note from him when we woke up.
- "Dear Dads, I'm off to sled the Ramp of Insanity.
I hope this will prove that I'm capable
of taking care of myself. Love, Clyde."
Oh, no, what have I done?
- What do you mean?
- Well, after the buffed floors
and the couch seat belt and everything,
I kind of told him you guys were too overprotective.
I'm sorry, I didn't think he'd take it this far.
- Uh, it's okay, Lincoln.
Just don't tell Howard. - [groans]
Tell me what? - Uh, nothing.
[laughs] Let's just focus on stopping Clyde before he--
- Don't finish that sentence! [cries]
- Don't worry, Mr. McBrides.
I got this.
[echoing] Clyde, do you copy?
Wait, he's still in the house somewhere.
Oh, he just left his walkie-talkie behind.
- [whimpers]
- Come on, we're going to the Ramp of Insanity.
- There he is! I see him!
- Clyde, honey! Don't do it!
Just climb back down.
- Oh, Howie, he must be paralyzed with fear.
- He gets that from me.
- We'll just have to go up and get him.
- No, no, no. We'll go, Lincoln.
I don't want you getting hurt.
- No, I have to go.
Clyde is my best friend,
and I'm not just gonna stand here while he--
- Don't finish that sentence. [cries]
- Okay, we'll all go up
but very carefully.
I hope this thing is safe.
- I'm sure it's fine.
There'd be a sign if it wasn't.
We're here, buddy. You're safe.
Everything's going to be--okay?
- That's just an old sign.
Where's my baby?
[wind blowing]
[both screaming]
My baby could be lying injured in a ravine somewhere.
We need to get off this thing and find him.
[dramatic music]
♪
all: We're trapped.
[echoes] trapped....trapped...
- Whew. Cold.
Dads? Lincoln? Hello?
- Lincoln, come in.
This is-- - Clyde! You're okay.
- Where are you, son? Did you go down the ramp?
- Sweetie, did you break anything?
Can you wiggle your toes?
Stay still! Don't move your head.
- Guys, I'm fine. I didn't go down the ramp.
- You didn't? - Oh, heck no.
I got there and realized you guys were right.
That thing is dangerous.
So I turned around and went back home.
- Oh, thank goodness.
- That was good judgement, son.
- So, where are you guys?
- Uh, funny story...
- Guys! I'm here.
- Clyde! Did you call the ranger?
- I did, but I got his voicemail.
- What? Harold, our next vacation is Chicago,
not the sticks.
- Don't worry. We don't need the ranger.
Because I'm rescuing you.
- Oh, no, you're not.
Go back and call the fire department,
or the police department, or Nana Gayle.
But you are not coming up here.
[screams]
Okay, come up here.
But please be careful.
- I'm gonna say this
one last time...
Don't worry.
[adventurous music]
♪
- Oh, I can't look. - Clyde!
What about your crippling fear of heights?
- I was trying not to think about that.
- Forget I mentioned it.
- It's okay. I'm just trying to concentrate.
- Honey, if you're thinking of climbing that tree,
don't forget about your sap allergy.
- I took my pills. For gosh sakes.
- [gasps] Oh, this is too much.
Now I can't look.
- I still can't.
- You guys are rubbing off on me.
♪
- That was very brave, son.
Even if it took five years off my life.
- We're not out of the woods yet.
Let's ramp this up.
Quickly, everybody. Get on.
There's only one way down.
You're just gonna have to trust me.
Hurry!
Hold on to your butts. all: Way ahead of you.
all: [screaming]
- Since this is the end,
there's something I need to tell you.
I never liked your beef bourguignon.
- I don't go to the gym when I say I do.
I go to the donut shop.
[all screaming]
- A parachute.
Ah, good thinking, Clyde.
- I got the idea from you.
- Honey, we owe you an apology.
You obviously can take care of yourself.
- Well, it's all 'cause of you guys.
You taught me to always be prepared.
- From now on, we promise not to be so overprotective,
and this time, we mean it.
- Thanks. I'm lucky to have Dads like you.
- I'll give them a little privacy.
all: Get in here, Lincoln.
all: Hugs!
- Come on, let's head back to the cabin
for some actual hot cocoa.
- Really? - Well, hot-ish.
So what was that you were saying
about my beef bourguignon?
- I can't remember because I'm still wondering
why we bother paying for a gym membership.
- Touché.
- Okay, Howie, ready to let go?
- [sighs] Ready as I'll ever be.
- Man, we are fantastic parents.
- Pilot to co-pilot, we are ready for launch.
Now the fun really, really begins.
- I'll sled to that.
- All right! - Yahoo!
[cheering] - Faster, faster!
[both yelling]
[thud]
[both laughing]
- That was awesome. - Let's go again!
- [laughs] Looks like we're getting the hang
of not being so overprotective, huh, Howie?
Howie?
I'll get the smelling salts.
- ♪ 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