- ♪ 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]
♪ ♪
- Hmm.
Brain broccoli? Nope.
Family fecal and hair samples? No.
Sorry, snake-bird.
Genetic engineering is too pedestrian for a day this big.
- [squawks]
- Combustible ketchup? Nope.
- Lis--aah!
What's going on in here?
We heard the snake-bird,
and Mom sent me to check on Lily.
- Eh, she's fine.
[Lily laughing] Gah!
- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
- [groans]
- As you can see,
I'm in the midst of a crisis of epic proportions.
I'm slated to give the keynote research presentation
at this year's Genius-Con
and I have no new research to present.
- Hmm. You know what always helps me think?
A Flippee!
♪ ♪
- [slurps]
[grunts] I'm in extreme pain,
but have no additional neurological activity
to report.
- [grunting]
Hey, what's with the sour face?
Your goldfish die or something?
- Uh, there's a 500-pound steel drum on your foot.
- Dang it. That's twice today.
[both gasp]
- [sighs]
[both gasp]
- Hard work really gets my stomach grumbling.
[gobbling]
- Is that the same cheese we put on our nachos?
- Ah, cheese is cheese, chief.
[gasps] My heart!
- Far be it for me to question your ailment,
but the heart is located in the thoracic cavity,
in a space known as the mediastinum.
- Eh, not Flip's.
Mine's in my belly.
[rhythmic heart beating]
- Extraordinary pain tolerance,
misplaced organs,
a diet consisting of mostly gas station cheese?
[gasps] Flip!
How would you like to be the subject
of my new research project?
- Eh, Flip ain't no science man.
- My research will be presented
at one of the largest scientific conferences
in the world.
It would be great publicity for the Food & Fuel.
- Oh! [jackpot dinging]
Ah, you've got yourself a deal.
[belches, farts]
- Wow! First, I'll need to run some routine tests.
Five minutes!
That's amazing, Flip!
[water gurgling]
- [belching]
- Now, we're going to see how you hold up
in subzero temperatures.
Amazing!
[MRI machine whirring]
Fascinating!
The experts in every scientific field are at this conference.
- [sloppily licking]
- Hey, sorry we're late.
- We had a lengthy discussion
about what "smart casual" means.
- What are you two sub-cranials doing here?
- Eh, they're here to do promotion.
You got the samples?
- Yep.
- And the brand-new
Flip's Food & Fuel pneumatic Flippee cannon.
- [groans] Just don't embarrass me.
This is a big night for me.
- [scoffs] Come on, Lis.
We're pros.
[shouts] - [groans]
- Sorry, Dr. Makhlouf!
- Please welcome Lisa Loud. [applause]
- Greetings, colleagues.
I, Lisa Loud, PhD, JD, MD,
and occasional DDS,
present to you an epic discovery.
I give you...
Animalia Cordata Mammalia Flippia!
- [belches]
- Now, to the naked eye, an ordinary human male.
But a closer look reveals something far different.
His liver is in his neck. [audience oohs]
His skin is one big callus. [audience aahs]
He has gills. [audience gasps]
His heart beats like no other.
[creaky heart beating]
And last, but certainly not least,
my greatest discovery of all.
The specimen has two posterior crevices.
Street name?
Butt cracks! [audience gasps]
- So head on down to Flip's Food & Fuel after the show.
Come for the snacks, stay for the cracks.
[party music] Whoo, yeah!
Come on now, baby girl!
- Oh, yeah! Flip's Food & Fuel!
Oh, yeah! - All right!
- Ya-hee! - Great job, Lis.
[slow clapping] - Hmm?
- Bravo, Miss Loud.
Absolutely brilliant presentation.
Dr. Carol Linnaeus.
Pleasure to meet you.
- Hmm. "Incognito Laboratories"?
Never heard of it.
- Lisa, I'll be frank.
Your discovery may be the basis of a new field of science.
We would love to do further research on your test subject
at our facility, just for a day or so.
[gasps] I'm honored!
What do you say, Flip?
- Eh, I'm not interested.
- Flip, I beg of you.
I could be Lisa Loud,
the mother of modern biology!
- That's all fine and dandy for you, chief,
but, eh, what's in it for old Flip here?
- Did I mention we pay handsomely?
- I'm in!
Hey, thanks for calling me handsome.
Hey, hey, hey.
- Eh, okay...
uh, if I could just have you initial here,
we will be on our way.
- Uh-huh. [grunting]
Thanks, short stack.
Between the cash and free publicity,
ooh, I owe you big time.
Now you boys watch the Food & Fuel
till I get back.
both: Aye-aye, Flip!
- Now, please come with me.
- [grunts]
- Hmm. Let's see what you're all about.
Dr. Linnaeus.
"No results found"?
- Hmm. That's odd. How about, uh...
"Incognito Laboratories"? [computer chimes]
Aha! You can't hid from me.
[shouts]
Well, it's confirmed.
There's something very wrong here.
[chittering] - Kitty-cat!
[laughing]
- That's not a kitty. That's a rat.
And he has something attached to his collar.
A business card from Incognito Labs.
And there's a message.
"Halp"?
Who would misspell "help"?
[gasps] This is from Flip.
[sniffing]
And it reeks of saline.
He's--he's been crying.
Take me too him, Rattus.
[mischievous music]
♪ ♪
I have a visual. [gasps]
- [panting and grunting]
- Have they no humanity?
They're treating Flip like a lab rat.
What? Are you giving me that look
'cause I've offended you as a lab rat?
Or is it because I treated Flip the exact same way?
[gulps]
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
- Why are you still holding Flip?
- If you're referring to Test Subject 599,
we're prepping it for a very important mission.
Incognito Lab specializes in aeronautics and astronomy.
Street name--
- Uh-uh-uh. Don't "street name" me.
I know what space travel is.
- We've long wondered
how the human body would hold up
unprotected in space,
We just never had the right test subject...
until now.
- [gasps] You mean--
- We're going to shoot the subject into space
without a spacesuit.
- But--but the g-force alone would obliterate him!
- You said it yourself.
It's barely human.
Meeting adjourned.
- Listen, lady.
I'm not going anywhere until you let Flip go.
Oh, no.
[screams]
- Gentlemen, I'm here on a matter of grave importance.
The scientists who took Flip
are planning on shooting him into space.
And I need your help breaking him out of their lab
before they can.
- We're in. - [groans]
Pray tell, what happened in here?
- The Flippee machine exploded.
- Hmm...
I think I have an idea.
[mischievous music]
- Radioactive waste coming through.
- Got ID?
- Oh, hiya, Dr. Inn. Nice to see ya.
Come on in. - [sneezes]
Did you hear-- - [fake sneezes]
[sniffles] Allergy season.
[all grunt]
- Cheese me.
- [snoring]
[alarm sounding] - [whimpers]
- Hey, how did you kids get in here?
- Ice this fool.
[dramatic music]
- [roars]
[distorted groaning]
♪ ♪
- Go for Flip. We'll keep 'em busy.
- You got it.
- Time for these guys to chill.
[slurping]
- [gasps]
- [sighs] All right.
You got Sal's message.
- Hello again, little Salvatore.
Now come on, Flip.
We need to get you out of here.
- No can do, half pint.
This cell is locked
with the most complex passcode on Earth.
- Hmm, passcode.
Incognito Labs.
Incognito in Latin spelled backwards is...
[muttering]
[gasps] Yes!
- Dang. - Come on!
[panting, gasps]
- Not so fast.
- Ah, crud.
- Don't be a fool, Lisa.
You're walking away from fame, fortune.
All for a test subject?
- No, doc. That's where I had it wrong.
He's not a test subject.
He's a human being who deserves to be treated with respect.
- [farts] Whoa!
I didn't know there were trains coming out of both tunnels!
- And by the way, his name is Flip.
Now, step aside.
- I can't let you do this.
That's my test subject now.
- [shouts]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Flip, help!
- [grunting]
My emergency Flippee!
[grunts]
- [warbling]
- Wait to go, Lisa. You did it.
- Launch initiated.
[rumbling]
- Aw, thanks for saving old Flip's bacon.
- This calls for celebratory Flippees!
[all cheering]
[all slurping]
- [groans] Brain freeze.
[grunts]
[laughter]
[sunny rock music]
♪ ♪
[drumsticks clicking]
[speeding rock music]
- ♪ Any time I can, you better know ♪
♪ I wanna play with my... ♪ both: ♪ Band ♪
- ♪ Play a little guitar and clap my hands ♪
[cheering]
♪ Every time we get together ♪
♪ You know that I could play forever ♪
♪ Anytime I can you better know I wanna play with my band ♪
We are the Moon Goats! Thank you, Burnt Bean!
- Yeah! Goat head for life!
Check out my tattoo.
all: [groaning] We believe you.
- Oy, wicked show, mates.
- Yeah, Sully. You destroyed those keys.
- You can still see the marks on his forehead.
- [laughs] Ow.
- Let's go grab some grub.
Chunk, you coming?
- Love to, mate, but I've got another gig.
Testing, testing. One, two, three.
- Bingo!
- No, love. We haven't started yet.
Oy!
- Sam, hurry and put your bass away so we can go.
- All right, all right.
[all snickering]
all: Band pranked!
- [laughing] Okay. You got me.
- Glad it wasn't me this time.
- Lucky you. [coughs]
- Dudes, I can't wait for us to be touring the world
and rocking sold-out stadiums.
- Just don't forget all your adoring fans back home.
I assume you want the usual.
Moon Goat cheese fries--
- Easy on the moon, hold the goat.
- Be right... [imitating goat] Ba-a-ack.
Get it? 'Cause it sounds like a goat.
- All right, dudes, game time.
Guess the rock star. I'll go first.
all: Mick Swagger. - I didn't even start yet.
all: It's always Mick Swagger.
[all laughing]
- Hi, I'm picking up a to-go order.
Katie Krest.
- Guys, she's the biggest manager in the music biz.
I'm gonna see what she's doing in town.
- So are you new to Royal Woods?
- No, just in town a couple of days.
Launching a summer rock tour.
- Cool. Here's your Lynn-sagna to go.
And should your tour ever need a little more cowbell...
- "The Clang"? [cowbell clangs, cow moos]
- 'Cause that's the sound a cowbell makes.
Ha! - Oh, yep, got it.
Did you put extra parmesan in the bag?
- Guys, this could be our big break!
If we can get Katie to hear us rock,
she might agree to be our manager.
You in?
- Oh, yeah, totally. - Okay.
- We're here to see Katie Krest.
- Okay, no.
Miss Krest said absolutely no visitors,
especially musicians.
- Taking this food order to Ms. Krest's suite.
Can you check the room number for me?
- Give me one second, here.
Room 237. - On my way.
[grunts]
- Wait, did I say 232 or 237?
Hmm...
- Room service!
Hey, Katie. We're the Moon--
- [shouts]
Eh, don't just stand there, gawking.
Grab a strip and start rippin'.
[groaning]
[strip ripping] Holy nachos!
[all groan] - I'm gonna throw up.
- Where's that room service? Should've been here by now.
- We're the Moon Goats,
and we're your next new band.
- I'm not looking for any new bands.
- We don't give up that easy.
♪ ♪
- [shouts] No!
[groans]
- Oh, this is not my day.
- Gah! - Dude!
Wait! Just give us a listen.
[grunting]
- You ever have that feeling
a bunch of kids are following you?
- Every moment of every day.
- Now!
- [groans]
- Let us play one song for you,
and I promise we'll leave you alone.
- [sighs] Fine.
- Yes! All right.
One, two, three, four.
♪ Anytime I can, you better know ♪
♪ I wanna play with my band ♪
♪ Play a little guitar and clap my hands ♪
- Stop, stop. I've heard enough.
- [groaning] - That was...
phenomenal!
I mean, I had my doubts, but I was clearly wrong.
You've got some serious star appeal.
The look, the vibe.
I'd love to manage you.
[band chattering excitedly]
- Congrats, kiddos.
[grunting]
Ah, I'm so ding-dang happy for all of ya.
- All? [laughs]
No, just her.
- Wait, what? Why only me?
- The lead singer in one of my bands
just dropped out of the tour.
Her cat became an influencer.
You'd be the perfect replacement.
What do you say?
- Yes! - No!
- The tour leaves at the end of this week.
I need an answer.
- Um, can you just, uh, give us one sec?
Moon Goat conference in the kitchen.
[door opens]
- How about a little hold music?
- I have your card.
- Are you seriously going to say yes?
- The Moon Goats were supposed to make it big together.
[liquid squishing]
- I'm gonna give you guys some space.
Would you mind just stirring the jelly?
- Look, I hate leaving the band too.
But I can't pass up this chance.
I would support you guys if you got your big break.
And I'm really bummed you're not supporting me.
- [sighs] Okay.
If that's what you want.
- Sorry, it is.
I need to go tell Katie.
[somber music]
- [slurps, smacks lips]
Needs some heat.
♪ ♪
- Ah!
[triumphant music]
Whoa, look at all these gold records.
[inhales, exhales]
Whoo! Who's ready to jam?
- Luna, sweetheart.
Let me introduce you to your new bandmates.
This is Reg, Bonnie...
- Yo. - Yeah, sorry.
What were you saying?
- And Jolly Jim.
- A pleasure, dudes.
I brought a little something to share.
My dad's famous Moon G--
I mean, just cheese fries.
- I'm lactose intolerant.
- Sorry. I'll remember that.
- Yeah, I don't eat carbs.
- Okay, noted.
Jolly Jim? - Wait!
The smell of cheese makes him--
- [retches]
- Enough chitchat. Time to rehearse.
All right, let's try a run-through.
- ♪ Tried to use tape ♪
♪ To mend my broken heart ♪
[band playing slow pop punk music]
♪ But every time, it falls apart ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Maybe try a little glue ♪
♪ But I'm really ♪
♪ Just stuck on you ♪
- [growls]
♪ Tried to use tape to mend my broken heart ♪
- Luna, we don't improv choreography.
- We're professionals.
- [laughs nervously] I--I guess I got carried away.
- Great rehearsal, everyone.
- [snickers]
- Gah!
- [gasping] - Band pranked!
- Ugh! Nice going.
Now you've really upset Jim.
- [sighs]
Cheers to our last meal in town before the tour.
Dudes, want to play guess the rock star?
Okay, great. I'll go first.
- [grunts]
- [groans] Just come here.
- [laughing] Not today, you bozos.
- I'm so sorry.
I was just trying to have some fun,
like I did with my old band.
- Look, sweetie, you're not with the Moon Goats anymore.
It's time to get serious.
- Ah!
- Sorry. I had that planned before this talk.
♪ ♪
[somber music]
[crowd cheering]
- Well, Luna.
Today is the beginning of a new rock-star life for you.
Adoring fans, sold-out stadiums,
a different city every night.
- I can't do this.
- Are you serious?
We're loading the bus right now.
Don't tell me your cat got famous too.
- No, look.
I--I'm super grateful for the opportunity,
but I don't want to do this without my friends.
I'm meant to rock with them.
I'm so sorry.
- I know, Jim.
I'm just as shocked as you are.
[door closes]
- Dudes, I told Katie I'm not going on tour.
I'm back with the Moon Goats!
Why are you all making that face?
[mic feedback squeaks]
- Oh, hello, Luna, love.
- Oh, you replaced me.
- Luna, what were we supposed to do?
You left us.
- Yeah. No, no, no.
I--I mean, sure.
That's cool. I totally get it.
- Oi, I just remembered, I have to hit the loo.
- No, Chunk, stay.
It's all good.
You're gonna love being a Moon Goat.
Trust me.
Dudes, I never should've left you.
I'm sorry.
Hey, I just thought of something.
You guys probably need a new roadie now, right?
- Would you really want to do that?
- For sure.
All I care about is being with you guys,
even if I have to fetch you sodas,
or--or clean up glitter bombs.
- You're hired. - You're hired.
- Aw!
- You're a right mate, you are, Luna.
But I can't believe you gave up the tour.
Always dreamed of doing that.
Adoring fans, sold-out stadiums,
a different city every night.
- [gasps]
[upbeat music]
[cheering]
- Thank you, Burnt Bean. Good night!
Stick around. Bingo is coming up next.
- Aw, yeah!
- So what do you think?
- Chunk, welcome to the rock-star life.
You're not a glitter guy, are you?
- Looks like we have an opening for a lead singer.
- How about we give our new roadie a promotion?
- Heh. Works for me.
- You won't regret it.
I missed you guys.
- Moon Goats for life!
- Hey, losers!
I'm four espressos deep, and I'm ready to mosh!
[rock music]
Yeah! Woo-hoo!
Mosh! Mosh! - Oh, dang it.
Nice tattoos, Goose. - [chuckles]
- ♪ 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 ♪
[upbeat music]