The Loud House (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Intern for the Worse/The Old and the Restless - full transcript
Tensions run high when Lincoln and Clyde both get an internship at Flip's and compete to win the manager title. When Lincoln sees how tame Pop-Pop has gotten in his older age, he takes him out for a day to remember.
♪ 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 gotta do
what he can to survive ♪
♪ In the Loud House,
in the Loud House ♪
♪ Duck, dodge, push and shove ♪
♪ This 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! ♪♪
Boo boo.
*THE LOUD HOUSE*
♪
*THE LOUD HOUSE*
Season 02 Episode 01a
"Intern For The Worse"
Precisely Synchronized by srjanapala
♪
♪
[bell rings]
♪
Today is the fifth grade
internship fair,
and Clyde and I are making sure
to put our best foot forward.
'Cause there's only
one place we wanna work...
[snoring]
BOTH: Flip's Food & Fuel.
Good morrow, fine sir.
I'm Clyde McBride,
and this is my associate,
Lincoln Loud.
Together, we're known as...
BOTH: Clincoln McCloud.
We're a team.
We'd love the opportunity
to work at your fine
establishment...
BOTH: as a team.
Two for one?
Now you're speaking
Flip's language.
If you peruse our joint
resume, I think you'll find...
Never mind that.
Either of you got
a criminal record?
- BOTH: No.
- You're hired.
BOTH: Woo-hoo!
We'll get to see where
the nacho cheese comes from.
And read the comics as
soon as they're delivered.
And use the Flippy machine.
BOTH: Ooh, Flippys...
Hey, Stinkin' McFartcloud,
your internship started
ten seconds ago!
See, boys? Across and down.
That's the technique.
Now your turn.
But we're out of window cleaner.
Should I go in
the store and get some?
You kiddin' me?
That stuff costs
40 cents a gallon.
Here.
[forehead squeaks]
FLIP: Okay, we covered
the cash register,
the gas pumps,
and stackin' the jerky.
Last thing you need to know
is how to adjust
the expiration date.
There we go.
- [marker squeaking]
- Now it's good 'till Christmas.
Isn't that against the law?
Did I say it was time for a Q&A?
Now, you boys think
you're ready to take charge?
- You bet!
- Yes, sir!
Good! As an extra incentive,
whoever's doin' the best job is
gonna get promoted to manager.
I'll be in the back.
But Flip's eyes and ears
are everywhere.
So, put on a good show, huh?
But we're a team.
I don't wanna be your manager.
Me, neither.
We're Clincoln McCloud.
FLIP: Oh, I forgot one thing.
The manager gets
the unlimited free Flippy cup.
Free Flippys?
Big deal. Who cares?
Yeah, what kind of
team would we be
if we let something as petty
as an endless supply
of the sweetest,
tastiest, frostiest...
What was I saying?
That we're not gonna let
anything come between us.
Right.
I'm just gonna wipe
down this counter.
And I'm just gonna
clean off this case.
- [glass squeaking]
- [glass squeaking]
[service bell dings]
BOTH: Welcome to Flip's.
How can I help you?
Uh, you can get out of my way.
I need to make a tinkle.
You can help me.
Fill 'er up. Premium unleaded.
I'm on it.
Gas for your car
and gas for you.
Ooh, beef jerky? Sweet.
Keep up the good work, brother!
Aah! How is anyone supposed
to tinkle in there?
It is disgusting.
I'm on it.
- [cleaner spritzing]
- [squeegee squeaking]
[toilet flushes]
[gasps] Clyde, the powder
room was a delight.
Five stars. Much better.
BOTH: Have a Flippy day!
BOTH: Keep up
the good work, boys!
Look, I want you to know I'm
not trying to compete with you.
I was just helping a customer.
Oh, totally. Same with me.
Clincoln McCloud. We're a team.
- [microwave dings]
- [loud banging]
OLD LADY: Oh, darn thing
is on the fritz!
BOTH: I'm on it!
- Hey, heat it up!
- [fist banging]
BOTH: At your service, ma'am!
What's the trouble?
Your microwave is broken,
leaving me as cold
as my burrito.
I can heat this up
for you in a jiffy.
[hand dryer whirring]
I thought you said a jiffy.
Allow me.
Give her some gas, ma'am.
[engine revving]
What a good little employee.
Have a Flippy day!
Sorry for butting in,
but, again, just trying
to help the customer.
Oh, no, of course.
♪
Does anybody work here?
I'd like to buy
some gas station pizza.
I'm on it.
You can help the next
customer... partner.
- But...
- [horn honks]
KIDS: Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
[cheering]
Got a massive order
for you, Clydesdale.
- I'm on it!
- Hey there, partner.
Looks like you could
use an assist.
Oh, no, I got this, partner.
You can help the next customer.
- Oh, thanks, Clyde!
- You're the best.
No problem, ladies.
Just doin' my job.
MARGO: Yeah, yeah.
Can you hold my dog,
Lynn-sanity?
I gotta take a wicked dump.
No, Margo.
You cannot go number two
until we are number one.
[stomach gurgles]
FLIP: Interns, assemble!
I've made my decision
about which of you
to promote to manager.
BOTH: Who is it? Who is it?
Eh, you're both showin'
some good hustle.
But I'm gonna give
the edge to-o-o-o-o...
- McBride!
- Yes!
Congratulations.
I knew you were
competing with me.
Well, you were competing, too.
You swiped that burrito right
out of my hands, burrito swiper.
You're the one who was showing
off with the bathroom cleaning.
Potpourri? Seriously?
It provides a soothing
environment for our customers.
And I won't apologize for that.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have an unlimited
free Flippy cup to fill...
and refill.
Grrrr!
It's not fair, Flip.
I've been working
just as hard as Clyde.
That cup should be mine.
I hear what you're
sayin', chief.
Uh, you know, I do happen
to have an opening
for a supervising manager.
Technically the cup
would go to him.
[gasps]
But you're gonna have to show
me you deserve the gig.
What do I have to do?
I'll do anything.
Ugh! I think I found the clog.
There's my missin' sock.
No sense in wastin' good cheese.
[slurping] Ahhhh...
Sorry, chief,
we're doin' some restructuring.
Say hello to your new
supervising manager.
♪
[flashbulb pops]
I hear what
you're sayin', chief.
You know, I do happen to have
another position available.
Senior supervising manager.
[gasps]
You'd get your cup back.
What do I have to do?
I'll do anything.
♪
- [teeth chomping]
- CLYDE: [screams]
[slurping] [sighs]
[slurping]
♪
- [flies buzzing]
- Ugh!
- [raccoon growls]
- LINCOLN: [screams]
Oof!
- [sighs] Hey?
- [loud thud]
♪
[sniffing]
♪
Oh, yeah, that's nice.
[slurping] [sighs]
- [scissors snip]
- [screams]
- [hand "pops"]
- [sighs]
♪
Ah, too many Flippys! Gotta pee!
Wait, I have to go, too.
Gimme that key!
Sorry, I got first dibs.
Don't forget, I'm executive
senior supervising manager.
Yeah, but I'm senior executive
supervising manager.
- I outrank you.
- Nuh-uh!
Yuh-huh! I had it first!
[grunts]
Come on, I'm warning you!
BOTH: [punching, kicking]
- Let go!
- I had it first!
- Let go!
- No way, man!
I've had it with you.
You're fired! You can't fire me.
I'm firing you. FLIP: Oh, yeah.
Sure, sure, sure, sure,
I can go fishin'.
I got two bozo interns
workin' their tails off
tryin' to get promoted. [laughs]
Amazing what a kid'll
do for free Flippys.
[laughing]
Holy nachos!
Flip's been playing
us for fools.
I'm really sorry, Lincoln.
I let my love of Flippys get in
the way of our friendship.
Me, too, Clyde.
Can we please go back to
being Clincoln McCloud?
You know it, buddy.
And now that we're a team again,
I think I know how to spend
the last few hours
of our internship.
- Updating our joint resume?
- Nope. Better.
Oh, interns?
I've got a special taxidermy
job for one of you.
There's a promotion in it.
[flies buzzing]
Uh, sorry, Flip.
We've done a little
restructuring,
and from now on,
we're calling the shots.
I think all those Flippys
have given you brain freeze.
Back to work, boys!
- Shall we show him, Clincoln?
- Indeed, McCloud.
Thanks to our senior positions,
we had access to all
the store security footage.
And we'd hate to see
this get on the internet.
♪
♪
♪
♪
All right, enough!
What'll take for
this to go away?
I'll do anything!
BOTH: [slurping]
[snapping fingers]
- [teeth chomping]
- [screams]
♪
[raccoon growls, chitters]
- FLIP: [screaming]
- BOTH: [laughing]
[racoon chittering]
BOTH: [slurping]
To Clincoln McCloud!
Cheers!
[horn honks]
KIDS: [chanting]
We're number one!
Time for number two!
We're number one!
Time for number two!
- [toilet flushes]
- Hallelujah!
Phew! Sorry about the mess.
No problem.
We've got people who
take care of that for us.
- Oh, Flip?
- What?
[growling, muttering]
Holy nachos!
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 gotta do
what he can to survive ♪
♪ In the Loud House,
in the Loud House ♪
♪ Duck, dodge, push and shove ♪
♪ This 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! ♪♪
Boo boo.
*THE LOUD HOUSE*
♪
*THE LOUD HOUSE*
Season 02 Episode 01a
"Intern For The Worse"
Precisely Synchronized by srjanapala
♪
♪
[bell rings]
♪
Today is the fifth grade
internship fair,
and Clyde and I are making sure
to put our best foot forward.
'Cause there's only
one place we wanna work...
[snoring]
BOTH: Flip's Food & Fuel.
Good morrow, fine sir.
I'm Clyde McBride,
and this is my associate,
Lincoln Loud.
Together, we're known as...
BOTH: Clincoln McCloud.
We're a team.
We'd love the opportunity
to work at your fine
establishment...
BOTH: as a team.
Two for one?
Now you're speaking
Flip's language.
If you peruse our joint
resume, I think you'll find...
Never mind that.
Either of you got
a criminal record?
- BOTH: No.
- You're hired.
BOTH: Woo-hoo!
We'll get to see where
the nacho cheese comes from.
And read the comics as
soon as they're delivered.
And use the Flippy machine.
BOTH: Ooh, Flippys...
Hey, Stinkin' McFartcloud,
your internship started
ten seconds ago!
See, boys? Across and down.
That's the technique.
Now your turn.
But we're out of window cleaner.
Should I go in
the store and get some?
You kiddin' me?
That stuff costs
40 cents a gallon.
Here.
[forehead squeaks]
FLIP: Okay, we covered
the cash register,
the gas pumps,
and stackin' the jerky.
Last thing you need to know
is how to adjust
the expiration date.
There we go.
- [marker squeaking]
- Now it's good 'till Christmas.
Isn't that against the law?
Did I say it was time for a Q&A?
Now, you boys think
you're ready to take charge?
- You bet!
- Yes, sir!
Good! As an extra incentive,
whoever's doin' the best job is
gonna get promoted to manager.
I'll be in the back.
But Flip's eyes and ears
are everywhere.
So, put on a good show, huh?
But we're a team.
I don't wanna be your manager.
Me, neither.
We're Clincoln McCloud.
FLIP: Oh, I forgot one thing.
The manager gets
the unlimited free Flippy cup.
Free Flippys?
Big deal. Who cares?
Yeah, what kind of
team would we be
if we let something as petty
as an endless supply
of the sweetest,
tastiest, frostiest...
What was I saying?
That we're not gonna let
anything come between us.
Right.
I'm just gonna wipe
down this counter.
And I'm just gonna
clean off this case.
- [glass squeaking]
- [glass squeaking]
[service bell dings]
BOTH: Welcome to Flip's.
How can I help you?
Uh, you can get out of my way.
I need to make a tinkle.
You can help me.
Fill 'er up. Premium unleaded.
I'm on it.
Gas for your car
and gas for you.
Ooh, beef jerky? Sweet.
Keep up the good work, brother!
Aah! How is anyone supposed
to tinkle in there?
It is disgusting.
I'm on it.
- [cleaner spritzing]
- [squeegee squeaking]
[toilet flushes]
[gasps] Clyde, the powder
room was a delight.
Five stars. Much better.
BOTH: Have a Flippy day!
BOTH: Keep up
the good work, boys!
Look, I want you to know I'm
not trying to compete with you.
I was just helping a customer.
Oh, totally. Same with me.
Clincoln McCloud. We're a team.
- [microwave dings]
- [loud banging]
OLD LADY: Oh, darn thing
is on the fritz!
BOTH: I'm on it!
- Hey, heat it up!
- [fist banging]
BOTH: At your service, ma'am!
What's the trouble?
Your microwave is broken,
leaving me as cold
as my burrito.
I can heat this up
for you in a jiffy.
[hand dryer whirring]
I thought you said a jiffy.
Allow me.
Give her some gas, ma'am.
[engine revving]
What a good little employee.
Have a Flippy day!
Sorry for butting in,
but, again, just trying
to help the customer.
Oh, no, of course.
♪
Does anybody work here?
I'd like to buy
some gas station pizza.
I'm on it.
You can help the next
customer... partner.
- But...
- [horn honks]
KIDS: Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
[cheering]
Got a massive order
for you, Clydesdale.
- I'm on it!
- Hey there, partner.
Looks like you could
use an assist.
Oh, no, I got this, partner.
You can help the next customer.
- Oh, thanks, Clyde!
- You're the best.
No problem, ladies.
Just doin' my job.
MARGO: Yeah, yeah.
Can you hold my dog,
Lynn-sanity?
I gotta take a wicked dump.
No, Margo.
You cannot go number two
until we are number one.
[stomach gurgles]
FLIP: Interns, assemble!
I've made my decision
about which of you
to promote to manager.
BOTH: Who is it? Who is it?
Eh, you're both showin'
some good hustle.
But I'm gonna give
the edge to-o-o-o-o...
- McBride!
- Yes!
Congratulations.
I knew you were
competing with me.
Well, you were competing, too.
You swiped that burrito right
out of my hands, burrito swiper.
You're the one who was showing
off with the bathroom cleaning.
Potpourri? Seriously?
It provides a soothing
environment for our customers.
And I won't apologize for that.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have an unlimited
free Flippy cup to fill...
and refill.
Grrrr!
It's not fair, Flip.
I've been working
just as hard as Clyde.
That cup should be mine.
I hear what you're
sayin', chief.
Uh, you know, I do happen
to have an opening
for a supervising manager.
Technically the cup
would go to him.
[gasps]
But you're gonna have to show
me you deserve the gig.
What do I have to do?
I'll do anything.
Ugh! I think I found the clog.
There's my missin' sock.
No sense in wastin' good cheese.
[slurping] Ahhhh...
Sorry, chief,
we're doin' some restructuring.
Say hello to your new
supervising manager.
♪
[flashbulb pops]
I hear what
you're sayin', chief.
You know, I do happen to have
another position available.
Senior supervising manager.
[gasps]
You'd get your cup back.
What do I have to do?
I'll do anything.
♪
- [teeth chomping]
- CLYDE: [screams]
[slurping] [sighs]
[slurping]
♪
- [flies buzzing]
- Ugh!
- [raccoon growls]
- LINCOLN: [screams]
Oof!
- [sighs] Hey?
- [loud thud]
♪
[sniffing]
♪
Oh, yeah, that's nice.
[slurping] [sighs]
- [scissors snip]
- [screams]
- [hand "pops"]
- [sighs]
♪
Ah, too many Flippys! Gotta pee!
Wait, I have to go, too.
Gimme that key!
Sorry, I got first dibs.
Don't forget, I'm executive
senior supervising manager.
Yeah, but I'm senior executive
supervising manager.
- I outrank you.
- Nuh-uh!
Yuh-huh! I had it first!
[grunts]
Come on, I'm warning you!
BOTH: [punching, kicking]
- Let go!
- I had it first!
- Let go!
- No way, man!
I've had it with you.
You're fired! You can't fire me.
I'm firing you. FLIP: Oh, yeah.
Sure, sure, sure, sure,
I can go fishin'.
I got two bozo interns
workin' their tails off
tryin' to get promoted. [laughs]
Amazing what a kid'll
do for free Flippys.
[laughing]
Holy nachos!
Flip's been playing
us for fools.
I'm really sorry, Lincoln.
I let my love of Flippys get in
the way of our friendship.
Me, too, Clyde.
Can we please go back to
being Clincoln McCloud?
You know it, buddy.
And now that we're a team again,
I think I know how to spend
the last few hours
of our internship.
- Updating our joint resume?
- Nope. Better.
Oh, interns?
I've got a special taxidermy
job for one of you.
There's a promotion in it.
[flies buzzing]
Uh, sorry, Flip.
We've done a little
restructuring,
and from now on,
we're calling the shots.
I think all those Flippys
have given you brain freeze.
Back to work, boys!
- Shall we show him, Clincoln?
- Indeed, McCloud.
Thanks to our senior positions,
we had access to all
the store security footage.
And we'd hate to see
this get on the internet.
♪
♪
♪
♪
All right, enough!
What'll take for
this to go away?
I'll do anything!
BOTH: [slurping]
[snapping fingers]
- [teeth chomping]
- [screams]
♪
[raccoon growls, chitters]
- FLIP: [screaming]
- BOTH: [laughing]
[racoon chittering]
BOTH: [slurping]
To Clincoln McCloud!
Cheers!
[horn honks]
KIDS: [chanting]
We're number one!
Time for number two!
We're number one!
Time for number two!
- [toilet flushes]
- Hallelujah!
Phew! Sorry about the mess.
No problem.
We've got people who
take care of that for us.
- Oh, Flip?
- What?
[growling, muttering]
Holy nachos!