- ♪ 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.
[dramatic music]
♪
- [snoring]
- Hey guys, ready for Friday Share?
- Heck yes!
I brought my dream journal to read excerpts from.
- And I brought my prize piglet!
- Aww, I blanked on the assignment
till like two minutes ago
and grabbed a random takeout menu by the door, so...
- I brought this sweet portrait
I commissioned on the boardwalk.
Really captured my rugged essence.
- Well, can't lie,
I'm pretty excited about my Friday share.
[music box lullaby plays] all: Ooh!
Whoa!
- My granny and I found it at the flea market.
It was broken and rusted shut,
but she's a total wizard and helped me fix it.
- Bet you're really regretting that takeout menu now, huh?
- Feeling bold?
Try Giovanni Chang's penne a la eggroll.
Need delivery? It's F-R-E-E free, baby!
Thank you.
- Hmm, you get a C for preparedness,
but an A for improv, so a B.
- Score! - All right, Ms. Stella,
what do you have to share with us today?
- [gasps] I can't find it!
- Did everyone forget this assignment?
- No, I had it on the bus,I swear.
- She did, she did! - It was sick!
- There's this elephant that dances like this.
- Okay, okay, I believe you!
We'll get to you next Friday.
- But where did it go?
[pig oinks] - Stells.
Hey, Stells, trade you my delicious cold fish soup
for that lame toasted meatball sub.
- Huh? Sure, whatever.
[whistle blows]
- As trade commissioner,
I have to point out this is a terrible deal.
- Thanks, Clyde.
Sorry, I just can't stop thinking about my music box.
What could've happened to it?
- Uh, I don't wanna be that guy,
but maybe the RatBeast took it.
[all gasp]
- Don't even joke, man! - What are you talking about?
[suspenseful music]
- It's a Royal Woods Elementary legend.
It all began one fateful day in the school science lab.
An experiment went badly wrong.
- And a cage full of lab rats
mutated into one giant, hideous creature.
- With glowing green eyes, razor sharp fangs,
and too many slimy pink tails to count.
all: The RatBeast!
- That's when things started going missing.
- And people started hearing strange sounds in the halls.
- And haven't you noticed the weird smell in the vents?
Kinda like... - [gasps] Corn chips?
- Yeah-huh. That's the beast.
- Has anyone tried to track it down?
- Nuh-uh.
It swiped my harmonica, but it's welcome to keep it.
I'm not looking to tussle with a mutant.
- Well, I'm not giving up my music box.
I'm finding the RatBeast!
- We'll help.
[whistling] - Hmm...
- Come on, Stella's our friend.
We can't let her do this alone.
- [sighs] Fine. - You're right.
- Aw, thanks, guys!
Let's start gathering some intel!
- Tell me everything you know.
- The RatBeast swiped my gold hoops
when I took them off for dodgeball.
- Yeah, I heard that thing in the band room.
It stole my lucky Canadian penny!
- One time, when Principal Huggins was chewing me out,
I saw two of its gnarly tails in the air vent!
- Thanks, Hassan!
Great, there's recess. Let's go check out our leads.
- [chuckles] - Come on, let's go.
- Girl Jordan had her earrings swiped in here.
Keep your eyes peeled for any signs of the beast.
Claw marks, squeaking. [both sniffing]
both: [gasps] Corn chips?
- The smell is coming from here!
- Oh, yeah, yeah!
Feel it!Work it!
[pants rip, yells] - Oh.
- This is my free period! I can do what I like!
both: Sorry, Coach P.!
- I guess that smell wasn't the RatBeast...
[both groan]
- Check out this sweet axe!
- You don't even know how to play it.
- Says who? [door creaks]
- [gasps] - The RatBeast!
You go!
- No, you! You're taller!
[both shivering]
- Glad you boys are here.
You can help me scrape the gum off the music stands.
[boys groan]
- Hmm. Paperwork done.
Principal Huggins is at the barber.
Maybe I can slip away for a latte
and some Cheryl time.
- Okay, Hassan said he saw the RatBeast's tail
in the air vent!
- Hmm, uh, nothing but dust bunnies in here.
- Liam, look! Two of its tails.
[both yell, groan]
- [gasps] What are you boys doing?
Oh, y'all found my lanyard!
Can't get my administrator discount
at The Burnt Bean without it!
- Hey, any luck?
- Naw. Skunked.
- Us too.
- Same here. - Crud!
Recess is almost over and our leads have turned up nothing.
Guess we better get to class.
We'll get detention if we're caught in the halls
after the bell rings.
Thanks anyway, guys.
- Well, we tried, but I guess this search is officially over.
[music box lullaby plays]
- My music box. It's inside the wall.
- The RatBeast must have it with him!
- And he's on the move! C'mon!
- [groans]
[all panting, school bell rings]
- Dang it! - Keep going!
It's headed for the basement!
- [gasps] Duck!
- It's the RatBeast.
- No, that's just Principal Wiggins.
I mean, Huggins with a new hairpiece.
- We need to get to the basement.
- Zach, do you have that takeout menu with you?
- Yeah, you hungry? - I could eat.
- No, I have a plan.
Here it goes.
- Great throw, Lincoln! Let's go!
- [groans] - Is that mirror up for grabs?
[groans, thudding]
- [sniffing] Smell that?
The RatBeast is down there, and so is my music box.
[knuckles crack] Let's do this!
- Honestly, corn chips are ruined for me after this.
- Guys, I just remembered I have, a, uh, piano lesson.
- No, you don't. Those are on Thursdays.
- Maybe it moved. You don't know!
- Look! [all gasp]
- The creature! - Let's get him!
[all yell]
[all panting]
[all yell]
all: Norm?
- Gracious me!
What are you kids doing down here?
[overlapping chatter]
- We're looking for the RatBeast.
- The what?
- Big mutant rat, vicious fangs.
- Terrorizes the school, smells like corn chips.
- It's got my music box.
We followed the sound of it down here,
- A mutant rat? In my school?
Not on Norm's watch.
You kids go back upstairs where it's safe,
and leave the beast to me.
- Well, that's a very kind offer.
We'll take ya up on that!
- Sorry, Norm, but I can't leave without my music box.
- All right, let's split up then.
You take the east wing, I'll take the west.
- Should one of us go with Norm?
What if the RatBeast corners him?
- Norm knows this basement better than anyone.
There's no way that monster will get the jump on him.
- [yells] Back, you beast!
- We're coming, Norm! - [groans]
[yells] Take that and that!
- Norm, are you okay?
- Stay back! This thing is vicious!
- We have to help him!
- I'm not going in there. - No, thank you.
- Well, somebody has to be a hero.
This is a job for Rusty Spokes!
- Norm! - Are you all right?
- [groans] - I got the beast.
You don't want to go in there. It's pretty gruesome.
- Wow. Thank you, Norm.
- Did it have Stella's music box?
- No, I'm sorry.
But don't worry, if it's down here, I'll find it.
In the meantime, let's get you kids back upstairs.
[clattering, all gasp] - What was that?
- The RatBeast!
- I thought Norm already got him!
- Give me back my music box, you monster!
[overlapping cheering]
- Wait!
[mouse squeaks] All: Huh?
- I can explain.
This little fella is your RatBeast.
- Then who were you fighting in the closet?
- No one.
I was just play-acting so you kids would go away.
I didn't want you to find out about Cinnamon here.
He and I go way back.
He used to live in the school science lab.
Aw, he was great company on the late shift.
[laughs]
But one fateful night, we were having such a ball,
I forgot to lock the supply closet!
And the next day...
[clatters] [gasps]
I don't know what he got into in there,
but he came back out like this.
A freak of nature! Not to me, of course.
But I was afraid that scientists would want
to take him away to be studied.
So I hid him down here in the basement,
with a steady supply of his favorite snack--corn chips!
I've been able to keep him a secret for ten whole years.
- Well, not exactly.
- He's been stealing kids' stuff all over school.
- He took my music box from my backpack.
- Cinnamon Bartholomew, is this true?
- My music box!
[music box lullaby plays]
- Oh, I can't believe you, buddy.
You are going to have to return everything you've taken,
and write apology notes!
[sighs] I'm sorry about all the trouble.
I just wanted to look out for my friend.
- I get that.
Same way these guys looked out for me.
- So you think you could maybe keep this a secret?
- Wow, I never thought I'd see these again!
Did you have to fight the RatBeast for them?
- No, we searched the whole school,
and I'm pretty sure it was all a hoax.
- We did find tons of missing stuff, though.
If you see Mollie,
tell her we've got her lucky Canadian penny.
- Ooh, so exotic!
I'll let her know. Thanks again.
- See ya! - Bye!
[whistle blows]
- Shall we commence the daily lunch swap?
- Ooh, corn chips! Trade you my mustard sandwich.
- Sorry, Rusty. These are spoken for.
[babbles, squeaking]
Here you go, bud! [giggles]
[electronic music]
♪
- [pants]
[zombies moaning]
- More zombies!
Better put a little distance between us.
[suspenseful music]
♪
[zombies snarling]
- [strains]
Well, Goldie, looks like we just gave ourselves
a new leash on life.
[barks]
- Colonel Austin is such a boss!
Taking out zombies and lightening the mood.
- "Swarm of the Zombies" will return after these messages.
And stick around, the all-night movie marathon
continues with parts two through five.
- We're not going anywhere.
- All right, my little zombieheads.
Let's go, time for bed.
- Mm-hmm. - Okay, Dad.
Come on, Clyde. - Wait, what?
- I said, it's time--wow, that was easier than I expected.
Oh, wait, Clyde, I promised your Dads
a time-stamped picture of you on your way to bed.
Here we go.
- I can't believe you gave up so fast, Lincoln.
I was expecting a big protest with slides
and maybe even some well-timed tears.
- No need for that, my friend,
because I knew this would happen,
and I have a back-up plan.
We're gonna sneak out and watch the rest of the marathon
in Lisa's bunker.
- Great idea,
but how are we going to break through her security system?
- Oh, please. The code is her birthday.
Lisa may be a genius,
but she's terrible at creating passcodes.
[suspenseful music]
- And now back to
"Swarm of the Zombies Part Two: Runaway Brain."
- We may not be able to stop these freaks,
but we can slow them down.
[zombie snarls, groan]
- We now return to "Part 3: Brain Man."
- [strains] Don't worry!
No one's getting into our secret hideout, Goldie!
[dog barks]
- Hey, zombies, got some fresh brains for you!
Skull to table!
[zombies snarl]
- Now back to "Part Four: Citizen Brain."
[zombies snarl, yell]
- And now back to the exciting conclusion
of "Part 5: Nothing Ventured, Nothing Brained."
[zombies snarl, groan]
- Wanna do the honors, Goldie?
[dog barks, beeping]
[zombies yell]
- Yeah! - I knew they could do it!
[alarm beeps] Ooh, it's 7:00 a.m.
We better sneak back up to my room.
[suspenseful music]
- Oh, good. No one's up yet.
♪
Hmm. I guess they are up.
- Pretty early for a Saturday, isn't it?
- I wonder where they are.
Mom? Dad?
They're gone, too? I better call them.
[phone beeps] Hmm, no service.
- No electricity, either.
♪
- This is weird.Come on.
- [pants]
- Mr. Grouse?
- His place is empty too.
And it looks like he left in a hurry.
[both panting]
♪
- Hmm, empty houses, abandoned streets, no power.
If I didn't know better,
I'd swear we woke up in a zombie apocalypse.
- Ha, that's funny. It does kinda look like it.
The only thing missing is an actual--
[gasps, zombie groans]
both: Zombie! - Run!
- [pants]
We lost it, but who knows how many more are out here?
[gasps] Do you think they got our families?
- I doubt it.
Lynn's a black belt and Lola's a biter.
- Yeah, and my dads are really tough.
They once fought off 50 angry shoppers
for an antique candelabra.
- Listen, Clyde, we knew this day would come.
Right now, let's get to our secret hideout
for supplies and zombie-fighting gear.
- Good call! both: Clincoln McCloud!
[both pant, grunt]
♪
[both grunt]
- Mind if we stop at the Burpin' Burger?
I need to use the bathroom.
I know it's for paying customers,
but I really have to go.
- It's the apocalypse, Clyde.
I think that rule is out the window.
- Huh, looks like everyone left here in a hurry too.
- Or were attacked by zombies!
Clyde?
[ zombie moans] The zombies.
- Never mind! I'll pee later!
- Remember what Colonel Austin said?
We might not be able to stop them,
but we can slow 'em down.
[dramatic music]
[both grunting]
[zombie moans]
- Clincoln. - McCloud.
[both mimic explosion]
[both pant]
- Okay, Flip's looks zombie-free.
Grab what you can!
I put a ton of cheese and crackers in our secret hideout,
but that was, like, five years ago.
- Freeze, bozos!
There are no freebies in Flip's house!
both: Flip! - He's alive!
- Freeze, bozos! both: Huh?
- There are no freebies in Flip's house!
- Do you think the zombies got him?
- I hope not.
He's got the secret recipe for Flippees.
- [groaning, gasps]
- [moaning]
[both grunt, groaning]
- Eat congealed cheese, zombie!
[dramatic music]
[both grunt]
- Quick, into the secret hideout!
- [groans]
[radio tuning, yells]
- Ooh, I think we've got something.
- This is Mayor Davis.
If there are any stragglers out there,
I urge you to please come to the mall.
- Lincoln, Clyde, she's talking to you!
Get your butts down here!
- Lola! Give that back to the mayor!
- Yes! - Our families are okay!
Now we just need to get to them.
- Clyde, wait! [zombies moaning]
- More zombies?
What do we do? I know!
Throw our spiciest jerky at 'em and give 'em heartburn.
- Or we borrow another move from Colonel Austin!
[yells]
[zombies moan]
- Fresh brains over here!
And you're gonna wanna munch on mine.
I just aced my math test!
[zombies moan]
- Let's move!
Good job on that test, by the way.
I know you studied really hard.
[both grunting and panting]
[zombie moans] - Another zombie!
We gotta lose it or we'll be leading it
straight to our families!
- Quick, grab a branch! [both strain]
Now!
[zombie yells]
- Zombs away.
[suspenseful music]
[zombie growls, yelling]
- Quick, open that freezer door!
[strains]
[zombie moans, yells]
- Let's get to the mall!
both: Whoa!
[zombies snarling]
- Even more zombies?
It's like they're multiplying!
- Come on, I've got an idea.
[zombie babbles]
[zombie moans]
Time to take out the trash!
[both yell]
[zombies yell]
C'mon, let's go!
- Good thing we kept backup clothes in the secret hideout.
- Yeah, but I wish I hadn't gone so formal.
- [groans]
There's the mall! We made it!
[zombies yell]
[both yell]
- Dang it!
We forgot the roundabout at Fourth and Maple!
[zombies yell]
- Oh, no! We've doomed our families!
- It's not too late.
We can still stop them from getting inside.
Let's gear up.
- Right. Brain protectors!
- Here goes everything.
[both scream]
[zombies grunt, screaming]
[zombie roars]
- We're out of juice! - Forget the blasters.
Hand to hand combat!
[both yelling]
- Lincoln! Clyde!
You're hurting your fathers!
both: Huh? [groaning]
[both gasp]
- Sorry, Dad! - Sorry, Dads!
We thought you were zombies!
We've been fighting them all day.
- [raspy voice] No, you haven't.
You've been fighting us!
both: What?
- We've been trying to find you.
See, there was a big storm last night.
[thunder roars]
- This is Mayor Davis.
I urge all citizens of Royal Woods to evacuate to the mall.
We have supplies and a generator,
so you can wait out the storm there.
[sound test beep]
- I can't find Lincoln and Clyde!
Take the girls to the mall.
The McBrides and I will find the boys.
We been chasing you boys all over town!
Yelling our voices out!
- So all the zombies we thought we attacked
were really you guys?
- Got the bruises to prove it. - Ask my tooth.
- Wow. We're really sorry.
- So, where were you during the storm?
- Uh... [chuckles]
Watching the "Swarm of the Zombies" marathon
in Lisa's bunker.
- What? Impossible! How did you crack my passcode?
all: It's your birthday! - Dang it!
- Normally, we would punish you for sneaking out
of the house like that,
but I think you've been through enough today.
- They've been through enough?
I've got melted cheese everywhere!
- We're really sorry about that, Dad.
- And the ice at the grocery store.
- And the branches at the park.
- And the garbage can at the Burpin' Burger.
- I didn't go to the Burpin' Burger.
- Neither did I. - Neither did I.
[suspenseful music]
[munching, groaning]
[belch]
- Oh, yeah! Free burgers!
They might be cold, but Flip ain't complaining!
[moaning]
- ♪ 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
[jingle]