The Loud House (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 17 - House Music/A Novel Idea - full transcript

Lincoln enters his sisters into a Talent show and they all decide on becoming a band. Lincoln visits his mother's workplace on "Take your daughter to work day".

- ♪

- [objects shattering]

- [car zooming]
- [dog barking]

- LISA: Her moving style
is very safe here.

- MOM: Here's your
dinner, Lincoln.

- Thanks, Mom.

Hey, will you help me
with my science project?

I have to build a volcano.

- MOM: Sure, honey.
Just give me five minutes.

Leni and I are gonna practice
putting on makeup.

- Hey, Dad, can you help
me with my volcano?



- DAD: Sure, son,
just give me five minutes

while I give Lynn some
baseball pointers.

- [object shatters]
- [cat screeches]

- DAD: And there's your
first pointer, Lynn--

never play ball
in the house.

- MOM: Well, you're doing
much better, Leni,

but you're still venturing
into...clown territory.

- Mom, can we work
on my volcano now?

- MOM: Oh, five
minutes, honey.

I promised Lori I'd take
a magazine quiz with her.

- But I could really
use some help.

Dad, can you--
- Five more minutes, pal.

I promised Luna I'd help her
lay down some funky grooves!

- Hey, Dad, I clogged
the toilet,



so you could teach
me how to fix it!

- DAD: Five minutes, Lincoln.
I mean, Lana.

- [saxophone blasting]
- [cat screeching]

- [saxophone continues]

- DAD: Ow!

- In a family as big as mine,

getting attention from your
parents is no easy thing.

[sighing] How am
I ever gonna finish this?

Wow, it's finished?

Your volcano is
awesome, Clyde.

I love how you even
put people on it.

- Thanks!
That's Lori and me.

We're climbing down
to get married

'cause Bobby fell in,

and is being
devoured by lava.

- Ouch! It really did
a number on his face.

This project isn't
due for a week.

How'd you get it
done so fast?

- My dads helped.

We spent the whole
weekend working on it.

- My parents never give me
that kind of attention.

They're always rushing off
to help one of my sisters.

- Why don't you
bring your volcano

to my house after school?

My dads will have plenty
of time to help you.

- Really?
That would be great.

- Oh, hang on, Lincoln.

I'm gonna get
Volcano Lori a juice.

Running from Bobby's tormented
screams has made her thirsty.

- [school bell ringing]

- Oh, these long
school days, man.

- Tell me about it.

But at least
we're home now.

- LINCOLN: Wow!

I always forget how different
your house is from mine!

- Uh, you're
shouting, Lincoln.

- Oh, right. Sorry.
Force of habit.

- Hi, fellas.
Come on in.

- Hi, Mr. McBride.
Hi, Mr. McBride.

- Ooh, nice structure,
Lincoln.

Ready to get to work?

- You mean like now?

- HAROLD: [laughing]
Of course.

- Oh, hang on, Lincoln.

You have a loose button
on your shirt.

- Oh, well, I, uh...

- [laughing]
No worries.

- Thanks, Mr. McBride.

- Great good heavens!

It looks like the sole of your
shoe is about to fall off.

- Oh, that's just--
- No worries.

I'll just give it
a little tappity tap.

- Wow, you're not gonna
just use a stapler on that?

- Hold up, Lincoln.
Your sideburns are uneven.

- I know. Usually,
I just tilt my head.

- No worries.
- [razors buzzing]

- HAROLD: Perfect!
- HOWARD: Hot towel?

Sorry dinner's nothing fancy--

just roasted organic chicken
with a homemade marinade.

- And vegetables
from our garden.

Help yourself, Lincoln.

- There's no foil
to peel back?

- HAROLD: [chuckling]
Foil. LOL.

That's a hot one, Lincoln.

- Clyde, how was your day?

- It was great.

I lasted 37 seconds
in dodgeball.

- Did you hear that, Hare Bear?
Thirty-seven seconds.

- Good job, son.

And, Lincoln,
how was your day?

- [coughing]
What? Me?

You wanna know how
my day was? Now?

- [cellphone] ♪ Hallelujah!
- Oops, sorry.

- You know the rules, Dad.

No phones at
the dinner table.

- Seriously?

What about ants,
or pitching machines,

or toilet snakes?

- HAROLD: [laughing]

You're so funny, Lincoln.

Here, have seconds.

- [cellphone] ♪ Hallelujah!

- Oh, I thought
I turned this off.

Sorry we didn't finish your
volcano tonight, Lincoln.

Why don't you come
back tomorrow?

- It's mani-pedi night
at the McBride house.

- [voice wobbling]
Ooh, I love Italian food.

- [laughing]
You are too much, Lincoln.

- [vibrating chair stops]

- I gotta say--

getting some undivided
attention is pretty sweet,

and now, if you'll excuse me,

I've gotta give some undivided
attention to my hammies.

[voice wobbling]
Ohhh...yeah...

- LILY: [crying]
- LANA: Ya-hoo!

- LUAN: [laughing]
- [food splatting]

- Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!
- [explosion]

- [sighing]
[slams door]

- Hey, Lincoln.

You look different.

- My sideburns are even.

- No, it's more than that.

Your skin is glowing,
you look taller,

and you smell like--
[sniffing]

organic brussels sprouts?

Okay, what gives?

- I spent tonight at Clyde's.

His dads helped me
with my volcano,

and served me food
with no foil,

and asked me about my day.

- Get out!
That sounds amazing!

Hey, do you think he could help
me with my baseball swing?

- Sure. I think Clyde
said one of his dads

played ball in college.

Why don't you come over
after school tomorrow?

- Oh, that would be awesome.
[punching]

- Ow! Lynn, do you mind?

Clyde's dads just gave
me my vaccinations.

- HOWARD: Goodbye.
- HAROLD: Take care.

- I just can't believe
Mr. McBride

spent a whole hour coaching me
and how about that dinner?

What was that special
thing they cooked again?

- Meat?
- Yeah.

It was amazing.

Ah, I'd punch you, but my arm
is sore from the vaccinations.

- Hey, peeps.
Wait, you look different.

Your nail beds are rockin'.
[sniffing]

And do I smell meat?

What's going on?

- We've been hanging
out with Clyde's dads.

They've been giving us all
kinds of one-on-one time.

- Rad! Hey, do you think
they could jam with me?

Dad's got a wicked canker

and he can't blow
the sax anymore.

- Sure. One of Clyde's
dads told me

he was in a band in college.

- Okay, but this is it.

If any more of you find out
about Clyde's dads,

the undivided attention is going
to get pretty divided.

- Don't worry, bro.

That was the car window.

- LYNN & LINCOLN:
Yeah, we get it.

- [guitar & saxophone jamming]

- LINCOLN: Well,
this is okay.

I can handle sharing with
a couple of sisters.

It could be worse.

- And the woodpecker said,

that's why I tell
knock-knock jokes.

[laughing]

- [beats drum, hits cymbal]
- Luan?

- Mr. McBride, would
you say I'm more

an Autumn or a Winter?

- You are
definitely a Summer.

- Literally, right?
- Lori?

- Lori? My future wife?
Here with my dads?

What do I do?
What do I do?

Oh, I know.
[sighing]

- Ya-hoo!
Mr. McBride, yo!

- Oh, I can't
believe you guys

have sodium salicylate
on the premises.

- GIRLS: Mr. McBride!

- ALL: [chattering]

- Mr. McBride?
Mr. McBride?

- Harold!
- What is it, Howie?

[gasping]
Great Betty Buckley!

- Poo poo!
- BOTH: The carpet!

- Poo poo, poo poo!

- Hey, you blabbed
our secret to everyone?

- No, bro, I would
never do that.

But I may have sung
it in the shower.

♪ Undivided attention

♪ So good but it can't
be mentioned ♪

♪ One-on-one time
is so really cool ♪

♪ Hangin' with Clyde's dads
after school ♪

Sorry. I was just so amped.

- LUCY: Dearly beloved,
we are gathered today

to say goodbye--
- Guys, I can't find my bedroom.

- Remember, Leni,
you're not in your own house.

- No talking at
your own funeral.

- GIRLS: [chattering]

- Mr. McBride, can you
help me with my volcano?

It's due tomorrow.

- Sure thing, Lincoln.
Just give me five minutes.

Luan wants me to
try out this pie.

- Hey, Mr. McB, wanna help
me with my volcano?

- Absolutely--uh, just give
me five minutes

while I help Lola with
her double pageant wings.

- [heavy sigh]
- [pie splats]

- So, that's what she meant
by "try out this pie."

Give me five more
minutes, Lincoln.

Gotta get this meringue
out of my eye.

- Where's Lori? Jam with Luna.
Find Lily.

- There we go.

Now who was it that
needed my help?

- [explosion]
- Lisa!

- This stinks, Clyde.

I finally get
some attention

and my sisters come
over here and hog it.

They all gotta go.

- I totally agree--

except for Lori.

I'm studying all
her quiz answers

and if I change
everything about myself,

we'll be soulmates.

- You know, if you
wanna impress Lori,

you can just talk to her.

- Yes, talk to her.
That's a valid--

[groans, head clunks]

- I've had just about
enough of this.

Now listen up!
- [object shatters]

- I guess I picked the wrong
day to stop shouting.

I said--
- Thank you, Lincoln.

I got it!

I am going to dominate

the Little Miss
Ambidextrous Pageant.

- You're the best, Lincoln.

Clyde's dads really helped
with my makeup.

Now if I can just
find my bedroom.

Nope, that's Lisa's room.

- Lincoln,
did you know Mr. McBride

put himself through theater
school working as a plumber?

He spent a whole hour
teaching me about flush valves.

- Wow, maybe I had it wrong.

My sisters aren't trying
to hog Clyde's dads.

They just want
a little attention, too,

and you know what?

I'm gonna let them have it.

But not this leftover meat.
That's coming with me.

Whew!

- MOM: Oh, Lincoln,
there you are.

I got some more materials
for your volcano.

- DAD: And I made my special
marinara sauce for lava.

- Wow, thanks!

You guys remembered
my volcano.

- DAD: Of course, we did.
We always planned to help.

We just needed to
find some time.

- MOM: We're sorry it
took so long, honey.

Did you do something
to your sideburns?

- [car brakes screeching,
car doors slamming]

[car tires squealing]

- We broke Clyde's dads.
- MOM: You did what?

- We were having a great time,

when all of a sudden,
they just snapped,

herded us into their car,
and drove us home.

- I have no idea what
precipitated this.

I simply suggested
a sleepover.

- Not everyone can
handle 11 kids

like Mom and Dad can.

- Hey, Dad, what did you
think of my future bride--Lori?

- Which one was she?

There were so many.
[shuddering]

- I'm sorry. Frozen dinners
were all I could manage.

- Dad, I think
you forgot to--

- HOWARD & HAROLD: [snoring]
- [shuddering]

- I guess I really
underestimated my parents.

Even if it takes a while,

they eventually find time
for all of us--every day.

No wonder Dad has
a wicked canker.

- GIRLS: [chattering]

- MOM & DAD:
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold it!

Five minutes, girls.
We're helping Lincoln now.

- It's finished!

Ahem, drum roll, please.

Three...two...

...one!
- [marinara sauce splats]