- ♪ 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.
[joyful holiday music]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
It's the most wonderful time of the year.
And I'm not talking about Lana's annual ear wax removal.
I'm talking about Christmas in the Loud house
and our annual family gift swap.
Every Christmas,
we each randomly draw a name from a hat
and only buy a present for that one family member.
Now, here's where it gets tricky for me,
because this year I want one gift
more than anything else in the world.
- It's the new Rip Hardcore Backpack!
Get yours now
because the wildest jungle of them all...
[lion roars] Is school.
- If I want that backpack,
I need to make sure
that my name ends up in the right hands.
[grunts]
Now, there are certain sisters
that you definitely do not want as your gift giver.
- It's pi worked out to the five-millionth decimal.
It would've been six, but, you know...
[chuckles] Last-minute gift.
- It's a void of nothingness, just like the universe.
- The best sister to get as your gift giver is Lily.
Now, it might seem strange to want a toddler
to pick you in a gift swap,
but because she's so young, Lily can't do her own shopping.
So what you're actually getting is a present from Mom and Dad.
- OM gosh.
This is the pleated A-line skirt
that I've been wanting forever!
Thanks, Lily.
- [babbles, giggles]
[bell dings]
- So how can I make sure
that Lily picks my name in the gift swap?
Would the man with the plan not have a plan for that?
[exhales sharply]
Oldest picks first, and youngest picks last.
So, with my named taped to the very bottom of the hat,
I'm definitely gonna get picked by Lily.
- Since Lori's not back from school until Christmas Eve,
I'll pick for her.
- Ooh, Lynn.
Oh, right. Secret.
Ooh, not Lynn.
- [groans]
♪ ♪
[yelps] [bird squawks]
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
- [squeals]
- One card left. Good luck, Lily.
- [grunts, babbles]
- Yes!
- Big news. - Huh?
- I have an announcement, everyone.
Since Lily is such a big girl now,
this year she is going to be giving her very own gift.
- Lily is Santa Claus!
Oh.
- So whoever's name is on her card
is getting something very special.
- And spoiler alert--
it's probably gonna be fingerpainted.
- Aww.
[screaming, grunting]
Sorry you had to see that.
Okay. [breathes deeply]
I can deal with this.
There's a simple solution.
The gift swap-swap.
All I need to do is get my name card out
of Lily's adorable little hands
and into the hands of the next best sister,
which is Leni.
She's sweet, thoughtful,
and, best of all, easy to convince.
Time for step one.
[door creaks]
[grunting softly] - [snoring]
Lincoln? - Shh, shh, shh.
♪ Hush, little Lily ♪
♪ Don't say a word ♪
♪ Leni's gonna buy me a Rip Hardcore backpack ♪
- [grunts] - Phew.
And now for step two.
- [sighs]
[door creaks open] - OMG.
[fingers tinkling]
- [grunts] [both grunting]
Not happening, Stinkon.
It's my name on Leni's card.
So, if you even think about trying to pull a swap,
you're going down.
- I already am down. [Leni groans softly]
both: Huh?
- What?
[sighs]
- There's always downer. So keep it moving.
- [groans] [bell dings]
[door creaking] [groans]
[screams, grunting]
Okay, so that didn't quite work out as planned.
But I'm not giving up.
I've still got Lori.
Even though she's away at school,
she's a pretty good gift giver, too.
But I can't just call her up and ask her to swap with Lily.
I need to be smart about this.
[phone ringing, vibrating]
[high-pitched voice] Hi, honey.
This is your mother, Rita,
also known to you as Mom.
- Hey, Mom.
- How is my eldest daughter doing?
- I'm just super busy studying for finals.
- I don't want to bother you,
but there was a teeny tiny mix-up with the gift swap.
Long story short, you're buying a present for Lincoln.
- Yeah. That's totally fine.
- [normal voice] Yes!
[high-pitched voice] I mean, that's delightful!
- The thing is, I'm so slammed with finals
that it doesn't matter whose name I have.
They're getting a Fairway mug. - Oh, really?
Because I'm sure it would be so easy to go online
and buy Lincoln a Rip Hardcore backpack.
They're 10% off with the promo code "Hardcore."
- Sorry, Mom. It's a mug or nothing.
I got to go.
Wow, Mom. You look really great.
Your skin looks so young and glowy.
- [normal voice] Okay. All isn't lost quite yet.
I'll just move on to the next best option, Luan.
Gift giving is about the only thing she takes seriously.
[mischievous music]
♪ ♪
[phone ringing, vibrating]
- Hey, Lori.
How's golf college? Are you having a ball?
- [high-pitched voice] That's literally
the funniest thing I've ever heard, Luan.
Anyway, I literally only have a second
but I need you to switch with me
and take Lincoln in the gift swap.
- He's been going on and on
about this stupid Rip Hardcore backpack.
I'll just get him that.
- [normal voice] Yes, yes, yes, yes!
- Not so fast, toots.
- [high-pitched voice] Oh. Hey, Mr. Coconuts.
Literally.
- I'm sick and tired of you
always picking out the holiday gifts.
Puppets like to shop, too, you know?
- You can always start next year.
- Not a chance.
I'm taking over now.
Hope Linc likes fake dog poop.
[line beeping]
- [normal voice] I'm sorry.
I don't have time to go to Vanzilla.
[screaming] - Ah!
[grunting]
Dang it, Loud.
- Okay. I undid everything.
This didn't go exactly as planned,
but after a little more research,
I think I found the best possible sister
to get me the backpack.
And since being sneaky has gotten me nowhere,
I'm just gonna take the direct approach this time.
So do we have a deal?
- Well, I do owe you for stepping in
to play tambourine at our last gig.
Sure, I'll totally swap with Lily
and get you the backpack.
Then Lily can give her fingerpainting to Leni,
'cause that's who I had.
Cool with you, little sis?
- Cool with me.
- Thanks, Luna.
- [chuckles]
[musical flourish]
[joyful holiday music]
- Merry Christmas Eve, everyone.
Enjoy some holly, jolly cauliflower cupcakes.
- [gasps]
[sniffs] Ugh.
I think these are meant for Santa's reindeer.
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
[phone dialing]
- Hey, Linc. Merry Christmas Eve.
- Same to you, buddy. Hey.
Guess who has two arms
and a Rip Hardcore backpack to slip over them?
- This guy.
I mean, you? - Yep.
Next time you see me,
I'll be ready for whatever comes my way
in the wildest jungle of them all.
- Everyone knows that means school.
Hey. Who did you buy a gift for?
- Uh...
Oh, no! I forgot!
[dramatic music]
- [chomping] Blegh!
[clock beeps]
- [gasps]
Clyde, I got to go.
[breathing heavily]
[grunting]
[truck horn honks]
[grunting]
♪ ♪
Yes! It's open.
I've still got time.
[lights click, door slams]
- Attention, shoppers--
the Royal Woods Mall is now closed.
I'm sure your loved ones will understand
how badly you messed up.
Merry Christmas.
[somber holiday music]
- [sighs]
- What do you mean you didn't get me anything?
[sobbing]
- Well, I guess it's better than nothing.
♪ ♪
[wind gusts]
I can't believe Burpin' Burger is so crowded on Christmas Eve.
- Well, hey there, lil' pork cracklin'!
Welcome to the forgot to do your Christmas shoppin' club.
[chuckles]
Me and my sister Meryl said
that we weren't gonna do gifts this year,
and wouldn't you know it,
I hear through the grapevine,
she's crocheted me a car cover.
- [groans]
[cash register bell dings]
One Burpin' Burger gift card, please.
- Sorry. We're sold out.
- [groans]
Okay, then.
How about a Burpin' Burger combo?
I could put a bow on that.
- Sorry, we just ran out of burgers, too.
You could make a bow out of these wrappers, though.
- How could you be sold--
[groans]
- Psst. Hey, Lincoln Lame.
- Chandler?
- I might be able to help you out.
I was just inside the restaurant
eavesdropping on you.
- That's a super-creepy way to spend Christmas Eve.
- Look, do you want an amazing gift or not?
- Ugh. I'm listening.
- My dad works at the sewage plant.
You wouldn't believe the things
that people accidentally flush down the toilet.
[shimmering] - [gasps]
Beautiful. My sister would love--
- I'm sure she would.
But first, we need to discuss payment.
- I'll give you all the money I have.
20 bucks? - [laughs]
You're gonna need to give me more than that.
What else you got?
- [sighs]
You win. Come with me.
[somber holiday music]
♪ ♪
Here you go.
- Rip Hardcore backpack?
Cool. Now I have two.
[backpack beeps]
Whoo-hoo! [laughing mockingly]
- [sighs]
- [groans]
[indistinct chatter]
- Yes! An indoor field goal.
I totally need one of these.
[grunts]
- [yelps] [glass shatters]
Perfect. Thank you so much, Leni.
- Linc, why don't you open your gift next?
- Oh, uh, sorry.
I sort of cheated and opened mine up last night.
- Lincoln, do we need to start hiding the gifts?
Thanks, Luna.
It was exactly what I wanted.
Lola, open your gift.
- [gasps] [breathing heavily]
Wow, Lincoln.
These are the prettiest earrings ever!
They're so gorgeous.
I don't even care they smell kind of funny.
It must have cost a fortune.
- They were totally worth it.
- Ah!
- Ha.
[all gasp]
- [gasps] - Ha ha.
- Huh?
[gasps]
Amazing.
Thanks, Lily. I love it.
- Merry Christmas, Lincoln.
- [laughing] Whoo-hoo!
[laughs, grunts]
[joyous holiday music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- All right, Flippee Boy, it's Christmas Eve!
Time to take advantage
of all these last-minute holiday shoppers.
Cha-ching! [cash register bell dings]
- Eh, how much are all these lights gonna cost me?
- Eh, 200 feet of lights at $1 per foot--
that's $500.
- [yelps, grunting]
- Hey, I'll put it on your tab!
Oh, you're considering the majestic pine, huh?
- I'm not so sure.
This thing looks like
it's gone to meet it's evergreen maker,
don't you think?
- Eh, one way to be sure
is the stronger the scent, the fresher the tree.
So go on, ladies. Give it a whiff.
[both sniff]
[reel whirrs]
- Ooh-whee.
That smells fresher than the perfume samples
in our "Country Gal" magazines.
We'll take it.
both: Huh?
- Oh, and, uh, all sales are final.
- [grunts]
[whistles] Flip.
Kudos on your fine selection
of inflatable Christmas figures.
We McBrides pride ourselves
on having the jolliest yard display in town.
Guess we lucked out with this last-minute holiday sale.
- [grunts]
- Oh, that sale ended four seconds ago.
Tough break there, chief.
- [grumbles]
The Louds!
My big cha-chingers. [laughs deviously]
- [sobbing] - Holiday salutations, Flip.
Father got busy at the restaurant
and failed to plan our Christmas Eve dinner tonight.
- [sobbing] I'm such a bad dad.
- Eh, your old pal Flip can take care
of this yuletide kerfuffle.
- Hurry, Lisa.
I need to be cooking soon
or we'll be eating as Santa's squeezing down the chimney!
No, yeah, no. [muttering]
- These provisions look questionable.
- Hey, that offends me to my core.
I pride myself on carrying the best.
- Hmm?
[bird squawks]
The highly repulsed defense rests.
[yelps] - [panting]
- [grunting]
Flip, I'm done with your ding-dang deliveries.
Can I take this off? Tights are chafing.
- Nope.
You ain't even close to paying off the damage you did.
- But I told you--
I was burstin' and accidentally
dropped the key in the nacho cheese vat!
- Eh, your bladder ain't my problem.
[grunts] I need all these delivered.
You got to work tonight and tomorrow.
- What? Christmas Day?
Major holiday foul, man.
[door bells jingle]
[groaning] [garbage can scraping]
- You call this a Christmas tree?
For shame.
I hope this misdeed haunts you
like an undigestible ham bone in the gullet.
- [laughs wickedly]
[dramatic music]
Merry Christmas, Fliparooni.
[grunts]
[laughs, wheezes]
[snoring]
- Ooh.
Bwah!
Boo.
[scoffs]
- [sniffs]
Leapin' pork rinds!
Look, If you're here to complain about that turkey...
- I am the ghost of Christmas past.
I am the first of three ghosts
that will visit you tonight
and reveal the error of your greedy ways.
Come with me.
- No, siree. Flip ain't going nowhere.
Cash works.
[whooshing]
[indistinct chatter]
[shimmering]
- [yelps]
- Welp, here we are.
Your middle-school Christmas dance.
- [grunts] - Ah.
There's someone you may know.
[swing music]
- Eh, who's that lame-o? [chuckles]
Oh. That's me.
I remember this.
I'd finally gotten up the nerve
to ask Tammy Gobblesworth to the dance.
- Ticket, please. - [grunting]
[yelps] I-I lost it!
- Sorry, dude. I can't let you in without a ticket.
I'd tell you to buy another, but, uh, we're sold out.
- But my gal's waiting for me.
[groans]
- Psst. - Ah!
- I got a ticket.
[mysterious music]
- Uh, I'll take that ticket.
- Not so fast! It's gonna cost you.
- [groans]
- I hear you got a sweetie inside.
You can't go in empty-handed.
Welcome to Scoots, Suits, and Succulents!
- Ooh, I'll take those flowers.
[breathing heavily] Oof!
- Hey, you're not going in.
This ticket is bogus.
- What?
Can I least give Tammy these?
- All sales final!
[tires squealing]
[upbeat music playing]
- [groans]
[growls]
I swore that night
I'd never be cheated by anyone again.
- This is when the swindled became the swindler.
[snaps fingers]
- [grunting]
Ah! Whew. It was just a nightmare.
Eh, it must've been that broccoli
that fell into my nacho cheese.
[laughter]
[grunts]
- [laughing] - [sighs]
- What in corn chips is going on?
- Huh?
- Clyde and I are the ghosts of Christmas present!
- Yeah.
And we're gonna take you on what Dr. Lopez calls
"a journey of personal growth."
[door slams]
[both sigh]
- Behold.
Christmas Eve.
- [groans]
[soft holiday music]
- Agh! [present crashes]
♪ ♪
[inflatables wheeze]
- [sobbing]
♪ ♪
- Ah-- [grumbling]
Whoa. Whoa!
[grunts]
[moaning]
- You see, Flip?
Because of your greed-- - [snoring]
[both groan]
[grunts] Ow.
- Oh, sorry. Did we wake you?
[mischievous music]
- Christmas Eve dinner is served.
♪ ♪
- [gasps, chokes]
- [yelps]
[monster roaring, kids yelling]
- Back. Back!
You're not eating my family on Christmas Eve.
- Oh, stinkin' Flip deliveries.
First I find out I got to work on Christmas.
Then Scoots makes me scrape the stripes off
all her candy canes 'cause they "agitate her."
[groans]
What the heck happened to you guys?
- Well, Christmas can't get any worse.
[yelps, whimpers]
- [moans]
Hey, uh, none of this is on me.
I mean, it ain't my fault he can't cook, right?
Oh. I don't feel so hot.
- Dr. Lopez would say that what you're feeling is toxic guilt.
And believe me,
it'll eat away at you until you change your ways.
both: Change your ways!
- No. No.
No, I won't.
- [wailing creepily]
- Ah, please let that be the broccoli coming back up.
- [continues wailing]
- [yelps] It's the third ghost.
Eh, think, Flip. You got to do something.
[yelps]
[haunting whoosh]
- I am the ghost of Christmas future.
[rat squeaking]
[tires squealing]
- Annoyed sigh.
- [chuckles]
No more ghosts or toxic guilt tonight.
Turns out you can escape your fate.
[laughing]
- Boo. - [screams]
[tires screeching]
- Your future awaits you, Flip.
[magical whooshing]
- Oh, nachos.
What happened to my store?
- In time, your customers grew tired
of being cheated by you, so they stopped coming.
You went out of business and were left penniless.
- Please, ah, this shop is everything to me!
[magical whooshing]
Eh, what--what are we doing here?
Paying our respects to the recently departed.
He was a troubled soul.
Slipped on nacho cheese,
a beef jerky stick wedged in his eardrum.
He was found in a pool of his own Flippee syrup...
alone.
- "Phillip Phillipini"?
[gasps] It's me!
[wind whooshes]
No one came to my funeral?
Ah, I knew I could count on Skeets.
- Scoots.
- Wait.
There's no reception with free chow?
[scoffs] I'm out of here!
- I messed up so bad.
I was such a greedy chump,
I lost everything and wound up all alone.
It can't end like this.
Flip can change. Just give me a--
Aah!
[grunts]
Am I still living?
Ow! [gasps]
Creepy girl's gone. It's over!
Flip, buddy, it's not too late.
You got yourself another shot to make good!
[both gasp]
- [grunts] Whew.
[joyous holiday music]
[breathing deeply]
[grunts] - [gasps] Oh!
♪ ♪
- Ho, ho, ho!
- Relax, Flip, okay?
I was just leaving for work.
- No, no, no. It's Christmas.
The Food 'n' Fuel is closed today.
You got the day off, kiddo.
And that debt-- it's paid in full.
[laughs] Boop.
Ho, ho, ho.
- Flip? What's going on?
- Please, it's Santy Flip.
And I got goodies here for everybody.
Here you go, skipper.
Get that bad boy in the oven tout suite.
- The Gobblesworth Farm? Appears to be legitimate.
- [gasps] Mm.
So that's what happened to her.
Hey, uh, can I have that label?
- Here you go.
Hey, thanks for the turkey, Flip.
- So I heard something about goodies.
- Wow, look at all this stuff. [excited chatter]
- [sighs] You did good, Flip old boy.
Eh, feels nice to give back once in a while.
- Whoa! The Flippee machine?
This is totally the best gift ever!
- Ha. Ooh.
Ole, uh, Santy Flip got a bit caught up in the moment.
Didn't mean to, uh-- - Aww, bring it in, big guy.
- Merry Christmas, everybody. - Aw, heck.
Merry Christmas to us all.
Ho, ho, ho!
[celebratory music]
- ♪ 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 ♪