- ♪ 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]
♪
[wolf howls]
- [panting] Hurry, Fangs. We're gonna be late.
- Good evening, fellow members of the Morticians' Club.
I've called this meeting because I have terrible news.
- Terrible news! - I love terrible news!
[Fangs squeals] - [shushing]
- Oh, no, no, no, in this case,
the terrible news is nothing to be excited about.
My father accepted a job as a lifeguard
on the SS "Funtimes Party Cruise."
[keyboard plays dark organ tune]
And since I cannot legally separate from them...
[keyboard plays]
I must move with my sun-tanned family.
[glissando]
[overlapping gasps, apologies]
Thank you, dear friends, but please,
dwell not on my misfortune.
Instead, let us focus on more important matters...
[clears throat]
[keyboard plays]
Try and keep up, Boris.
More important matters like,
who will replace me as president?
all: Gasp. - Gasp.
[Fangs squeals]
- I have, however, already chosen my successor.
[Fangs squeals] I really think she's earned it.
So please welcome our new president, Haiku!
- [squeals]
- Haiku, do you accept?
- So unexpected, but an honor to bang the skeleton gavel.
That was a haiku I just wrote.
- Boris?
[keyboard plays]
[shattering]
- It's not right that Bertrand picked
Haiku to be president over me.
She just turned goth last year.
- Yeah, and you've been planning funerals
since you were two.
It is unfair!
- Exactly. Thank you.
- I think you should stick up for yourself.
Tomorrow morning, tell Bertrand
that you're interested in the job too.
He might listen.
- All right, I'll do it!
[organ music]
- Gloomy morning, everyone. I have an announcement.
I've thought it over and I, too,
would like to be considered for president.
- Huh? - What?
- I think I'd do a great job.
After all, who stays late to make sure
the dissecting forceps are put away?
And who thought of our group motto,
"Keep Calm and Embalm?"
And who carried our team in the gravedigging competition?
both: You did. - You dug an 8-footer.
- Yes, Lucy, you've made a good case for yourself.
How about this?
After school, the club will meet,
and we shall put it to a vote?
- [gasping]
- Good morning, Royal Woods Elementary!
Clyde McBride here with my sidekick, your school mascot.
Give it up for Ricky the Rooster!
Ricky, how about giving the students
a good morning cock-a-doodle-doo?
Ow!
Ricky, wait!
Remember your condition!
No! [groaning] [Ricky crows frantically]
- All I need is four votes and I can win this thing.
I better do some campaigning.
Have a nice sleep, Fangs.
[dramatic organ music]
Listen Dante, if I win the presidency,
I'm planning a field trip to Casket Con.
- Really? Tickets are so hard to get.
You've got my vote.
[yelps, groans]
Still got my vote!
- So, I can guarantee we'll serve funeral potatoes
at every meeting.
My dad's recipe is to die for.
- Okay. I'll vote for you.
both: Wash first.
- Matching capes would be nice,
but I'm still voting for Haiku.
Sorry. - But why?
- She wrote a very beautiful haiku
about my pet crow, Thorn.
- But writing a poem
doesn't make you a great president.
There's a lot more that goes into it.
Oh.
- Thorn is very fond of the haiku.
[keyboard plays] - If I'm elected president,
I'm gonna move some club money around
and buy you a new keyboard.
- That would be amazing, Lucy,
but if you're looking for my vote, it's too late.
Haiku promised she'd take the club
for a ride in a hearse.
- Pfft. It's just her parents' station wagon painted black.
- Well, what can I tell you?
- [groans]
- [hums]
- Hey, Lincoln. - Oh!
Hey, Lucy. So what'd Bertrand say?
- We're going to vote tonight. - Hey, that's great!
- No, it's not great.
Haiku and I each have three votes,
which means Bertrand will have to break the tie.
And of course he'll choose Haiku again.
- Aww man, I'm sorry, Lucy.
At least you gave it your best shot.
- I can't give up yet!
Haiku doesn't know what's best for the club, but I do.
- Too bad you don't have one more member
who could vote for you.
I walked right into this one, didn't I?
- The results are in, and well, it appears we have a tie.
Lucy and Haiku each have three votes.
As sitting president, it is my duty to choose the--
- [raspy voice] Is this the Morticians' Club?
[all gasp] - Lincoln?
What in Hades' handbag are you doing here?
- Oh, well, I was hoping to join you guys.
I've really taken an interest in death lately.
Ah, dead snake!
That was an excited scream.
- Really, Lucy? Your normie brother?
- Why, I'm as surprised as you are.
- Very well.
As a new member, I suppose he may vote in our current--
- I vote for my sister,thanks.
- Oh, wow. Guess that means I won.
[suspenseful music]
♪
[school bell rings]
- This is awesome, Fangs!
My first day as president.
I can hardly wait to read the opening obituaries.
- [sobbing] Why? Why? Why?
- Clyde? - Oh, uh, morning, Lucy.
This bush is where I go when I need a good cry.
- What happened?
- You know our school mascot
and my morning announcement buddy, Ricky the Rooster?
- With the fractured wattle,
the artificial heart, and the gout?
- Yes.
He--he--he went to the big barn in the sky!
- I'm so sorry for your loss, Clyde.
- Thank you.
I can't believe it was only yesterday
he did this to my arm.
I miss him so much!
- You know, the Morticians' Club
could host a funeral for Ricky to honor him.
I mean, I'm president now and all.
I'll bring it up at our meeting tonight.
- Really? That'd be great.
- It sure would. I could use some closure.
- It's settled then.
I'll give Ricky the funeral he deserves.
Hey, where is everyone? I have big news.
We're planning Ricky's funeral.
- Sorry, Lucy. Everybody quit.
- What?
- Yeah, they left this scroll.
They feel betrayed by you for stealing the presidency.
- Well, then you and I will just have
to put on Ricky's funeral by ourselves.
[clattering, animal cries]
And when they see how beautiful it is,
they'll realize that I deserve to be president.
- Not sure that's the takeaway here.
- Come on, we've got a lot to do.
[organ music]
We did it, Fangs.
- Miss Loud, is this some kind of joke?
- Gasp. My ice sculpture.
- Ricky gave us a lifetime of service,
and you honor him by making him look like a giant thumb?
- It looked just like him this morning.
I didn't know it'd get this hot today.
- You didn't check the weather?
- What the heck, Lucy? - What?
Is something wrong with the refreshments?
- Chicken nuggets?
- Gads! Lincoln, what happened!
I told you explicitly to get popcorn,
Ricky's favorite.
- The microwave in the teachers' lounge
was on the fritz, so I got these instead.
- And it didn't occur to you
that serving chicken at a rooster's funeral
might be inappropriate?
- [gulps] Okay, now I see it.
- [clears throat]
I'd just like to say a few words
before we get started, if I may.
[players shouting]
Every morning-- [screams]
I'm okay. [whistle blows]
- Lincoln, I thought you reserved this field.
- You said you were going to.
[grunting]
- Sigh. This is bad.
But I can still turn this around.
- My last gift to Ricky
will be to send him to the heavens in this.
[gasping]
Finally, he will get to experience the joy of flight.
- A trebuchet? - What?
- Time to go home, sweet prince.
Fare thee well.
[crowd clamors]
[all yell]
- Hey, he was supposed to go to the big barn in the sky,
but you put him on the 10:00 a.m. to Cincinnati.
[crowd booing]
- No, no, no, no, no.
- Ugh! This is atrocious!
- Just the worst! - Some funeral.
- Wait! Don't go!
Hold on! I'm sorry, guys.
This funeral was a complete disaster and it's all my fault.
It's obvious I'm not the amazing president
I thought I'd be,
and I'm sorry I made Lincoln join the club.
It was a cheap trick.
But honestly, the worst part is,
Ricky deserved a better good-bye than this.
Sniff.
- You know, Lucy,
maybe it's not too late to save this funeral.
- Really?
- A president can't do everything herself.
We are a club, after all. Let's send Ricky off right.
[dramatic organ music]
- Well, this better be good.
- Thank you, Haiku.
For finding Ricky. - No problem.
He was just circling the baggage claim at the airport.
- Thank you, Dante.
- For Ricky, dusk and its sweet embrace.
It is time.
[keyboard plays organ tune]
- Right on cue.
[crows cawing]
- I called in a favor for the grand finale.
- ♪ Ricky
♪ Ricky the Rooster
[playing gentle tune]
♪ He was such a morale booster ♪
♪ Now he's gone and we're feeling blue ♪
♪ But we'll never forget his cock-a-doodle-do ♪
♪ Time to let this old bird fly ♪
♪ C'mon everybody, let's tell him good-bye ♪
- [sobs] It's so tasteful!
- What a wonderful Morticians' Club group effort.
But it was Haiku who really saved the day.
You know, I think Bertrand had it right all along.
You should be president.
- Oh, I don't know.
How about two co-presidents, you and me,
work together to make a great team.
Uh, that was a haiku I just wrote.
- I love it.
And I think that's a great idea.
- Thank you, Royal Woods! Good night!
[upbeat music]
♪
[car remote clicks]
- [groans]
- Guys, the way Ms. Carmichael
had us running around this morning,
I did not think we'd survive until lunch.
[stomachs growl]
- No joke. I am beyond starving.
- Where should we grab food today?
- Ooh, what about the new dim sum place?
- Oh, dream on.
The line goes all the way down
to the discount flip-flops store.
We'd never have enough time.
You know how Ms. C gets if we're even a millisecond late.
- [groans]
- Well, we better hurry and pick something else to eat.
- Okay, um, burger.
No. Smoothie.
Ugh. So much pressure.
Why can't we have both?
[slurps]
- Yeah, officially Miguel's worst idea.
- Yeah, these bacon cheeseburger smoothies
are chewy.
- I'm sorry. I panicked.
I didn't want to make us late for Ms. C.
She's such a drillster.
Drill sergeant. Just made it up.
- That's brill. - You're learning.
- Seriously. Ms. C is so nitpicky.
- Fiona, this week's sweater salute
is Hip, Hip, Hur-Rayon.
These sweaters are cotton.
You need to switch them out and start again.
Now let's hear that salute.
- Hip, Hip, Hur-Rayon.
- Nice work, Miguel,
but now it's time to change the mannequins
into their mid-morning attire.
Be sure to iron everything first
including the inside pockets.
We don't want wrinkles in our store image, do we?
Chop, chop!
I needed those unloaded yesterday,
and don't damage the boxes.
I want to reuse them for my sister's move.
- Ms. C sucks all the fun out of retail.
Don't you agree, Leni?
- I can see both sides.
I mean, you guys have legit gripes.
But Ms. C isn't always demanding.
[cell phone ringtone]
- [groans] It's her.
"Staff meeting as soon as you clock in from lunch."
- If that woman mentions boxes again,
I'll scream!
- "And if you see any empty boxes
"on your way back from the food--
[Miguel screams]
- So, exciting news!
I've been selected to represent our district
at this weekend's sock-folding conference.
While I'm away, one of you will cover as temporary manager.
Congratulations.
- [chuckles] - Oh, wow!
- You want me to read the name of the new manager
off your clipboard?
- [groans] - [gasps]
Oh, it's me?
[squeals] This is like a dream come true.
- Just keep an eye on the store's calendar of events
and my daily checklist, and you'll do fine.
I'll be leaving tomorrow, so you'll start then.
- Oh, my goo--yeah! - Yeah, way to go, Leni!
- Congratulations, Leni.
I know you're gonna be a way better boss than Ms. C.
[Miguel and Fiona chuckle]
- [groans nervously]
[brakes squeal]
- Hey, Leni. Oh, sorry about the smell.
I just dropped off Lynn's softball team.
Phew! How was work?
- [sigh] Great.
Ms. Carmichael made me the temporary manager.
- Wow. You don't sound happy about it.
- No, I am.
It's just Miguel and Fiona
think Ms. C is a zero-fun drillster.
I don't want them to feel that way about me.
I wanna do a good job and be a good friend.
Is that even possible?
- Of course it is.
Look, as long as you're getting the work done,
you can be as fun a boss as you want.
- [gasps] Wow, Lori.
You know absolutely everything.
- [chuckles] I literally do.
Wait. What's a drillster?
- And I made it clear
I refuse to date anyone wearing cargo shorts.
- Right?
It's like, what do they need all those pockets for?
What are they hiding?
Wait, what is all this?
- Ham and scallion scones with lemon herb chèvre?
My fave breakfast!
- Iced chai latte with organic coconut milk?
Did we die and go to retail heaven?
- Good morning, fashion makers.
- Leni, did you do all of this?
- Just a little something to help my fave friend-ployees
to get through the day.
- Store funager. What's a funager?
- This gal right here! Like a manager, but fun.
I'm gonna make sure work is totes amazing.
- Well, you're off to a great start.
- I'll say.
- [chuckles]
- What? - Nothing.
- Okay, two down. Only 500 more sweaters to go.
- Well, at least we don't have the drillster here
telling us what--
- Um, guys, you're doing it wrong.
As funager, I think you should be having
way more fun with a sweater-folding contest.
Winner gets this.
[both gasp]
- Is that a limited edition Cloris the Loris Sparkle Plush?
- Miguel, you are going down! - You're on!
I've got nothing to lose!
[both chuckling]
- Welcome to the mannequins fashion show.
Featuring celeb stylist, Miguel.
- And here's Tanya, all glammed up
for some Royal Woods nightlife.
She really dazzles in a fandango-pink romper
and kicky vinyl boots.
- Runway selfie. Get in here, Tanya.
- [gasps]
- And restock the fanny packs. Cha-check.
Guys, that's everything on Ms. C's list.
- This morning went by so fast.
I can't believe it's already lunch.
Ready to go, Leni?
- Actually, you go without me.
As funager, I need to stay and hold down the fort.
- Well, if you're sure. Let's hurry, Fiona.
We've only got a half hour
and I will not relive burger-shake incident.
- No. Wait!
You both worked so hard this morning
and you got everything done.
So I insist you take a long lunch.
That way you can try the new dim sum place.
- Oh, my gosh!
Leni, you are the best boss in the entire universe.
- I second that. "And I third it."
- We know you won the Loris, Miguel.
You don't have to rub it in.
- "Gosh, somebody's angwy."
[cell phone ringtone] - Hey, Len!
- [screams] O-M gosh, Lori!
I did what you said. I was a funager!
This morning was a blast.
We got all the work done,
and Miguel and Fiona are still my friends.
You really do know everything.
- [chuckles] I literally do.
Wait, what's a funager? Leni--
- Bye!
[car honks]
- Hmm? What is that?
- Oh, yay.
A surprise visit from Pop Pop and Myrtle.
What the heck is going on?
Saturday, Saturday, Sat--oh, no!
Today is the annual Senior Shop-aganza.
How could I forget the busiest day of the year?
Tanya, I was so busy trying to make stuff fun
for Miguel and Fiona, I forgot to check the calendar.
What do I do?
I know, but if I ask them to come back early from lunch,
I'm a bad friend.
[gasps] You're right.
You're always right. I'll call.
- Leni!
- Our dumpling dreams are about to come true.
All thanks to you.
- Love you, Leni-Bear. - Best funager ever.
So, what's up?
- Uh, never mind.
I--I just wanted to say hi to my fave friend-ployees.
Bye!
[groans]
[sighs] Don't give me that look.
I'll just have to cover the senior rush--
[groans] alone.
- [grunts] Hey, Leni-Penny.
[crowd clamoring]
- Okay, listen up.
I need you to check the balances
on all these gift cards.
- I'd be happy to.
- Kill the pep and get to swiping.
- Hey there, Leni.
- Hi, Pop Pop. Hi, Myrtle.
- Your Gran Gran here signed us up for a 5K marathon.
Don't know how the heck I'm gonna run 5,000 miles.
- [chuckles] Silly goose.
It's 5,000 meters, not miles.
So Leni, we're gonna need matching active wear.
- Got it.
Lemme see what we have in the back.
- Help! I'm trapped in this hat.
- [strains]
[shrieks]
Tanya, no! We can fix you!
- Missy!
Stop playing with that mannequin.
I needed this wrapped yesterday.
- Coming! [panting]
- Don't forget my gift cards. I was here first.
- On my way! [pants]
[yells, groans]
- I need you to measure my bra size.
[all clamoring]
- [yells]
[groans, sighs]
Tanya, you were right. I can't do this alone.
I have to tell Miguel and Fiona to come back.
[sighs, cell phone dials]
They're gonna think I'm a drillster,
and probably won't want to be friends anymore.
But Ms. C made me manager,
and right now, the store comes first.
[cell phone rings]
- Leni, you are talking to literal ghosts right now
'cause we've died and gone to dim sum heaven.
- I'm so sorry, you guys,
but you have to come back to the store.
[laughter]
- Oh, Leni, your impression of Ms. C is dead-on.
- I mean it.
We are swamped with seniors, Tanya lost her head,
and I need you both back here right now.
[beep, groans]
[both gasp]
[crowd clamoring] - Guys!
Miguel, I need you at the cosmetics counter ASAP.
We have ten seniors who need your phenom makeup skills.
Fiona, I need your creative flair
at the gift wrap counter right now.
- Mm-hmm!
[crowd clamoring]
- Well, I'll be horsewhipped.
This is surprisingly airy.
- Oh, thank you so much, Leni.
I'm gonna come here for all my fashion emergencies.
- The service here isn't so lousy.
And that's high praise coming from Scoots.
- Always appreciated. Bye, Scoots!
- That was brutal.
- Right? I'm beyond starving.
Wanna grab some food?
- More than I ever have in my life.
- Well, thanks for your help tonight, guys.
I really appreciate it.
Enjoy your dinner. I'll see you in the morning.
- Aren't you coming with us? - You mean, you want me to?
- Um, why wouldn't we?
- I just thought you--
you wouldn't want to be my friends anymore.
- Girl, what are you talking about?
- I was a total drillster like Ms. C,
and made you come back to help,
when I was supposed to be the funager.
- Leni, it was the Senior Shop-aganza.
Of course you had to ask us to come back.
- This was an awesome day.
You were able to balance work and fun.
- We still think you're the best boss in the universe.
- "And I still think so too."
- You guys are the best.
- So, food?
- I know just where to go.
- [sighs]
Now our dumpling dreams really are coming true
because we're all here together.
- Are you ready to order?
- I was wondering if we could split
the dumpling combo.
- Absolutely. Shouldn't be a problem.
- Oh, Tanya!
[laughter]
- ♪ 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