- [whistles] - Let's go, everybody!
Picture time!
[upbeat music]
- ♪ In the Loud house - Come on!
- ♪ The really Loud house ♪
♪ ♪
♪ The really Loud house ♪
[soft music]
♪ ♪
- How about we go out for a walk,
get some fresh air?
- At this hour?
- It's 2:30 in the afternoon.
- Well, it's midnight in my heart.
Put that blanket back down.
- It's been a month already.
Don't you think you're being a little dramatic?
- Dramatic, Clyde?
I drove 900 miles to surprise the love of my life,
who surprised me by sticking her beautiful, delicate hand
down my throat and ripping out my still-beating heart.
[imitating heart beating] Dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum,
dum...dum...
[imitates EKG flatlining]
[dramatic musical flourish]
- I'm worried about you, man.
Do you know how long it's been since we made a plan?
We're Clincoln McCloud. We gotta get back out there.
- Clyde, you don't need me.
I want you to open that door,
spread your wings, and fly.
Just hand me that tub of peanut butter before you go.
- It's not that easy.
You're, like, 90% of Clincoln McCloud.
I'm just the "Cuh" and the "Muk."
[sighs] I didn't want to have to resort to this,
but I'm gonna have to physically dominate you.
- Take your best shot, Cuh-Muk.
- Wha!
[both struggling]
Too easy.
- Don't gloat, Clyde.
You beat a depressed guy.
- A win is a win.
- Hey, sweetie. - Hey, there she is.
- How was the game? - Yeah, it was great.
We won. - Did you score any goals?
- Yeah, I had a hat trick. - Nice.
- Oh, and, uh, I also got invited to a sleepover.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- You're probably wondering
why Lynn's announcement
has just brought the Loud house to a standstill.
Lynn has a long and complicated history with sleepovers.
[playful music]
[laughter] - Who's ready
for a pillow fight?
all: Yeah! - Let's do this.
Ah! - [screams]
[groans]
♪ ♪
[tires screech]
- They're too soft.
[siren wailing]
[laughter]
- You call that a fire?
[mischievous music]
[screaming]
[radio chatter]
[tires screech]
- Hey, Daryl. Hey, Jack.
[sleeping bag sizzling] Ow, ow!
Lynn, it is still on fire!
[tense music]
What's going on?
- Old man Willoughby finally passed.
- Please tell me he didn't die in a pillow fight.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[mischievous music]
Truth or dare?
- They dared me.
- Just once, I wish you would pick truth.
- They can't handle the truth!
- Not only is her history with sleepovers complicated.
In fact, she's never completed a single one.
[whirring]
- So are you thinking of going to the sleepover, honey?
- Yeah, I mean, I figured it's been a while
since I've been to one, so why not?
[chuckles]
- Of course it's been a while.
Every time she goes,
someone ends up in the emergency room.
- Life is sad, people.
- She's probably on some kind of sleepover watch list.
- Shh. She doesn't know that she stopped getting invited.
- Any time there was even a whisper of a sleepover,
I'd take her cleat shopping at the outlets in Wisconsin.
- What is a cleat, but a shoe to smoosh your soul?
- I can't believe she got another invite.
- It's because it's her club team.
None of the girls go to her school,
so they don't know what she's like.
- Ha, well, they're about to find out.
- Hey, Lynn's gotten older now.
Maybe she'll chill out.
- Yeah, I'm sure things will work out.
- Hey, Mom, I probably want to get
to the party a little early so I can be
first in line for the party games.
I'm revved up for this thing!
I'm gonna crush this!
Whoo!
- As a precautionary measure, may I suggest tipping off
the police department, fire department,
and possibly Homeland Security.
- Okay, we have to help her get through this sleepover,
otherwise she'll never be invited
to anything ever again.
- Life is full of disappointments.
The sooner she realizes that, the better.
- Lincoln, you need to help us come up with a plan.
- I'm out of the plan game, people.
♪ ♪
- He's still getting over Charlie.
I'll go talk to him.
- Elbow pads, mouth guard,
nunchucks?
It is a sleepover.
- We have to come up with a plan.
[overlapping chatter] - One at a time, one at a time.
- All right. We all dress up as Lynn.
- Oh, boy.
- We go to the sleepover with her
and all act really nice.
That's five nice Lynns.
- So even if the real Lynn ends up
punching someone in the head,
the other five Lynns will leave
a generally favorable impression.
- We call this Operation Lynn-poster.
- Oh, how about we call this Operation Shh?
- All right. Let's just keep brainstorming.
And if we have absolutely no other ideas--
and I mean none--
then we'll do Operation Lynn-poster.
- I'm just saying, if you were to come up
with a plan to help Lynn,
what might it be?
- Clyde, I'm wallowing.
You can't wallow and come up with brilliant plans
at the same time.
But if I were to give you
the seed of an idea, would you--
- Yes, I'll go get you some more peanut butter.
- The first thing I would do would be
to arrange to have the sleepover held at our house
so I could control the variables.
- That's brilliant.
How might we do that?
- Nice try, Clyde.
Now go get me my wallowing peanut butter.
- This sleepover could be good for you too.
I'm just saying, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world
for a guy with a broken heart
to have an entire starting lineup
of available ladies at his house.
♪ ♪
[door closes]
[triumphant music]
♪ ♪
- All I know is, the vote's locked 3 to 3.
- Make that 4 to 3.
This plan is a home run.
- Home run!
- We need help. - Yeah.
[light music]
- Operation Lynn-poster, huh?
Looks like I arrived just in time.
- Yes!
- Okay, people, if we're gonna pull this off,
I'm gonna need you to follow all of my directions
to the letter.
First order of business,
we turn this sleepover into a home game.
Lana, you still have those thousand termites
Mom told you to get rid of?
- Half of them got loose.
I have no idea where they went.
- Okay, people.
Here's the plan.
[phone rings]
♪ ♪
- Termites?
Oh, that's horrible.
Of--of course we would--
excited--
love to have the sleepover at our house.
♪ ♪
- Easy-peasy.
- The man with the plan is back, baby.
- All right. We have exactly 29 minutes
until the team arrives.
In that time, we must execute
a clean sweep of the house,
removing anything that could trigger Lynn.
- We're talking sports equipment, people.
- If she can throw it, hit it, catch it...
- How many catcher mitts does one girl need?
- Nine.
No, wait, ten.
[upbeat music]
- Wish I had something to catch these with.
- If she can kick it, dunk it, pass it...
- Since when does Lynn pole vault?
- She's number one in the state.
- Since when does Lynn kayak?
- She's number one in the state.
- If she can slap it, bop it, volley it over a net...
- These fruits could double as balls.
♪ ♪
Boomerang.
- Yeah, right.
- Told ya.
- Anything that stokes her competitive fires,
I want it gone yesterday.
- That's the day before today, people.
both: Bobsled.
- Once any and all threats have been removed,
the name of the game is subterfuge.
- Luan.
- I'm not so sure this is going to work.
- If it works in cartoons, it works in real life.
That's pranking 101.
- I've got the cleats.
Whew!
The garage has never looked so good, huh?
all: No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
- [chuckles] Told ya.
- [groans]
[light music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- All right, everyone, synchronize watches now.
Good job, Lily.
All right, folks.
Let's have a sleepover.
- It's good to have you back, buddy.
- Hey! You're the first one in.
You're the second one in. You're the third one in--
- Um--uh, the most important thing is,
you're all here.
- No matter the order.
- Cue soothing music.
[gentle harp playing]
Todd, hit 'em with the calming lavender spray.
If the guests are relaxed, then Lynn's relaxed.
And if Lynn's relaxed, we're halfway home.
- Welcome to paradise, ladies.
[all coughing]
- Easy, Todd.
We're trying to soothe them, not drown them.
- This generation is so soft.
- Lana, Lola, party favors.
- Ladies, these are friendship bracelets.
- Courtesy of Lynn.
- I don't remember buying those.
both: You won them.
- Yes!
- These are so nice. Thank you. - Oh, my gosh.
- And a special one for the party host.
- Lisa, vitals.
- Perspiration, pulse,
and adrenaline levels all normal.
[alarm beeping] Uh-oh, wait.
Heart rate elevating?
What's going on down there?
[playing rock music on harp]
- Luna's rocking out.
♪ ♪
- Todd, do your thing.
[gentle harp music playing]
[all sighing]
Nice job, Todd.
- All right, let's get this slumber party started.
Atomic dodgeball in the backyard!
- Uh... - Darn it.
- Uh, you know what?
- Oh, we can't find the dodgeballs.
- Yeah. - Bet I can find them first.
- Dad, protect the dodgeballs.
- [mumbles] I'm on it.
[overlapping chatter]
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
[groans]
Ding-dang 3D picture.
- I don't know where the dodgeballs went.
- No dodgeballs, huh?
Hey! [laughs]
We have an equally exciting activity
that I do at all my sleepovers.
Who's ready to party? [chuckles]
[tranquil harp music playing]
Zen gardening.
- We're done.
- Me too.
- This was...weird.
- Ugh, my rake keeps slipping.
Is this imitation sand?
Am I losing at Zen gardening?
Is somebody beating me? Ugh!
[alarm beeping]
- She's going for the table flip.
- Adrenaline spiking.
- [straining] - Let's get out of here
and get something to eat.
- Yeah. - Okay.
- [groans]
Ugh, it's like this thing is bolted to the floor!
- Snack time!
- Ooh, snack time.
- [sighs]
[smooth jazzy music]
- Got you covered, boss.
[tool whirring]
♪ ♪
- Dig in, ladies.
These are Clyde McBride's famous
let's-go-to-townie brownies.
- Yes! - Good! I'm so hungry.
- Is the main ingredient cork?
- [laughs] No.
- Brownies, Clyde?
There's a lot of sugar in brownies.
- Well, I actually call them "downies."
I substituted the sugar with kava kava root.
They use it to calm down dogs on airplanes.
- It tastes like I'm eating bark.
- Do we really have to finish these?
- These are awful.
Let's go play a game, you guys.
- How about this game?
- Yes! You guys are in trouble.
[cracking] I taught myself
to be double-jointed. - [groans]
- Right foot, blue!
[upbeat music]
Wow, look at that, six-way tie.
- We can't quit until there's a winner.
- Everybody's a winner.
- This makes me miss raking sand.
- Dinner time!
- Oh, yes! - Come on, let's go!
- So hungry.
- Please be better than the brownies.
- More warm milk?
- Thanks, Mom. - Mmm.
- This is so good.
- More warm milk?
- Ooh, it's already 8:30.
[yawning]
[laughs] Who's ready for bed?
- Me. - [yawning] I'm ready.
[soft music]
- Okay, people.
We're in the final phase.
Only three minutes till HHP.
- That's "heads hit..."
all: Pillows. We know.
- Just say the words.
You're not saving any time.
- IHT.
[snaps fingers] I hear that.
- It's been an honor and a privilege
to work with you.
Now, Clyde, go get the sparkling cider.
It's celebration time.
- On it.
[all cheering]
[soft harp music playing]
- What are we having, a pillow fight?
[laughter]
- Did someone say "pillow fight"?
- [chuckles] No.
- Okay, cool.
- I just want to go to sleep.
I'm pretty tired, you know?
- Yeah. - Me too.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
- [sniffs]
Pillow fight!
[rock music]
♪ ♪
- Whoa!
[alarm beeping]
- Uh, Lincoln?
- Not now, Lisa.
We're congratulating ourselves.
[laughter, chatter]
[rapid beeping]
♪ ♪
- Nighty-night. - Stop!
We're wearing friendship bracelets.
♪ ♪
- Tiffany!
Lynn's a monster!
- Lincoln!
- [gasps]
[all groaning]
- [whimpering]
♪ ♪
Come pick me up!
Ah!
- [gasps]
- Mission accomplished.
Whoo!
Oh. Oh, no.
[cork pops]
- You know, my mother always said
the best thing about a broken bone
is that it gets stronger as it heals.
- [sobbing] Ow. It hurts.
- Between you and me, I'm pretty sure
Amber K. started the whole thing.
- I'm Amber K.
- There'll be another sleepover.
- Oh, wait a minute.
There's someone in the backyard.
[suspenseful music]
- Wait a minute. We still got one.
- That's Zia!
- She doesn't appear to be trying to escape.
- The sleepover's back on.
I repeat, the sleepover's back on.
- All right, ladies,
Operation Lynn-poster is a go.
- New plan. We have to make sure
Zia wakes up in this house tomorrow morning,
or Lynn will officially have no--
- No what, Lincoln?
No friends?
[somber music]
- Take care.
- Thank you for coming. [chuckles]
- Uh, you can keep the ice pack!
♪ ♪
That's fair.
- We're really sorry, Lynn.
- We were just trying to help.
- We know you have friends.
- Actually, I don't.
I think I'm too intense and competitive.
- What? - Competitive?
[overlapping chatter]
- People don't mind when we're in the heat of the battle
and I'm like, "You guys are playing like a bunch of losers!
Let's go!"
But when I'm off the field,
I don't know how to connect with people.
That's why everyone left.
- Well, there's one girl that didn't leave,
and there's got to be a reason for that.
- Maybe she has a concussion.
- Lana. - Dude, chill.
- Maybe she wants to be your friend.
- We can help you do this, but you have to trust us.
- [huffs]
All right.
I'm in.
- Here.
Put this earpiece in, and we'll do the rest.
[light music]
- This is a great root beer float.
- Thanks.
- What's with the helmet?
- "I always wear a helmet when I drink root beer."
- I always wear a helmet when I drink root beer.
Uh, it protects against brain freeze.
- Clyde, that's brilliant.
- Thanks. It really is true.
- My grandma makes the best root beer floats.
- Well, you should tell your grandma
to come over so I can-- - Lynn,
do not say you're going to destroy her grandma
at a root beer float-making contest.
Say...
- So we can have a girls' root beer float night.
- That sounds so fun.
- And we should invite all the sisters too.
- Yeah, we can invite my sisters too.
- What? I want to go on a root beer float night.
- It must be so fun having a big family.
- Yeah. Yeah, it's great.
- Ask her about her family.
- D-do you have a big family?
- I'm an only child.
[all muttering] - Only child.
- Big whoop. I'm an only child.
- What?
- Okay, from now on,
no one else gets to talk but me.
- Yeah, nobody else talks but me.
- Why are you the only one that gets to talk?
- Because it's my plan. - Okay, so?
- Lynn, tell her a joke.
- You're a joke.
[overlapping arguing]
Stop pulling my hair! I have a pageant tomorrow!
[arguing continues]
- I have to go poop.
- I have to poop.
[microphone feedback screeches]
- Sure.
- I can't do this anymore.
[door opens and closes]
- Lynn? Lynn?
Can you hear me? [static buzzes]
- Look, she's in the backyard.
[tense music]
- Sweet mother of pearl.
She's got a soccer ball.
♪ ♪
- Come on, Zia, let's see what you got.
[rock music]
♪ ♪
Come on, Lynn. Pick it up!
♪ ♪
- Nice shot.
- Why are you complimenting me?
I'm winning.
- Winning or losing doesn't really matter to me.
- Oh, you don't think I see what you're trying to do here?
What are you trying to do here?
- Nothing. I just really don't care.
- But you're an elite athlete.
I mean, you're almost as good as I am.
- I'm actually better than you.
♪ ♪
Tie game, not that I care.
- Okay, you're freaking me out.
Why don't you care?
- My parents work all the time. So to make up for their guilt,
they put me in every sports camp known to man.
So I'm good at stuff because it's all I do.
But it doesn't matter to me.
I'm actually a world-class kayaker.
- I bet I'm better than you.
- Yeah, you probably are.
- Stop doing that.
[ball pops] - Oh, would you look at that?
I accidentally popped your ball on this stray knitting needle.
- I hear the words you're saying,
but they're not making any sense to me.
- Here, let me show you.
Hey, Spaghetti Arms, come over here.
[light music]
Yeah, sit down.
♪ ♪
Okay, say me and...
- Lincoln.
That's a weird name.
Okay, me and Lincoln are gonna arm wrestle.
Wow.
Your hands are so tiny and smooth.
- Thank you?
- So I would obviously beat Lincoln.
- Well, I wasn't ready.
- But I get no joy from beating him.
But if we did it again, and this time he beat me...
♪ ♪
You can try now.
- [strained] I am.
- Oh.
- Take that. Whoo!
- See? That time, he won.
But I still don't care.
Let me show you one more time.
I can beat Lincoln over and over.
It just doesn't matter to me.
- So you're saying if I were to arm wrestle Lincoln...
- Why?
- I could beat him...
or lose to him...
Or beat him multiple times.
- Okay. I think everyone's made their points.
- How about we go grab my baby sister Lily
and see if she can beat Lincoln?
- Ha-ha. I could totally beat Lily.
Just give me a minute to ice down my arm.
- All right.
Come on, let's go get some ice cream.
[soft music]
[overlapping chatter] - Good job, Lincoln.
- Aw. They're getting along great.
- Mission accomplished.
It wasn't easy, but we all worked together as a team...
♪ ♪
And just like that,
Lynn completed her first sleepover
and made a friend.
[rooster crowing]
♪ ♪
- Thanks, Lynn. I had a blast.
- We should do this again sometime.
- Definitely.
♪ ♪
- How many times did she beat you in arm wrestling?
- Clyde, I'm an evolved man.
I don't need to defeat Lynn's friend
at some trivial contest just to feel good about myself.
I'll race you to the car!
[upbeat music]
- Nice try, Spaghetti Legs.
- One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war.
Dang it.
- I'll see you later.
- Yeah.
[sighs]
♪ ♪
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪