The Loud House (2016–…): Season 3, Episode 15 - Tripped! - full transcript
Everyone in the family has worked hard to save for family vacations. But as they drive to their destination, almost everything goes wrong that can go wrong for the family.
- ♪ 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 ♪
all: ♪ Loud
House ♪
♪ Loud
Loud House ♪
- Poo-poo.
[upbeat music]
♪
all: 1,797.
[coins clink]
1,798.
[coins clink]
1,799.
[coins clink]
1,800!
[coins clink]
- There it is, gang.
1,800 smackaroonies
in the savings jug.
And you know what that means.
all: ♪ We're going
On vacation ♪
♪ We're going
On vacation ♪
♪ We're going
On vacation ♪
- This is a big moment
for the Louds.
We're finally taking
a real family vacation.
Not an overnight
at Aunt Ruth's
or a campout in
the church parking lot...
A vacation vacation.
But getting here wasn't easy.
In a family this big,
a vacation costs
a lot of money.
- Line up for lemonade.
- So we all had
to do our part.
- Oh, no, thank you.
- I said,
line up for lemonade!
- I'll take five.
[coins plunking]
[bills whoosh]
[cash register rings]
- ♪ So many places
I wanna go ♪
♪ But I'll never get anywhere
Without some dough ♪
- Hey, Loud.
I'll pay you just to stop
making that horrible racket.
- Whatever works, dude.
Vacation,
all I ever wanted.
[cash register rings]
[rock music]
- Got it. Dad!
I need three more Lynn-sagnas.
Two with extra sauce.
- Honey, please discourage
special orders.
I'm backed up in here.
[cash register rings]
[coins clink]
Oops.
That was a mushroom.
- [snores]
- Hey.
- Ooh, sorry.
I've been working
a lot of overtime lately.
[cash register rings]
[coins clink]
Whoops.
That was a molar.
- Cinch that with a belt.
Live on the edge
with a polka dot skirt.
Ugh, no, no.
What did I tell you about
wearing socks with sandals?
- Aw, only if they're
colorful or ironic.
[cash register rings]
- All done, Mrs. Parker.
[chiming]
I also do furniture moving
and jar opening.
Keep it in mind.
- Oh, it's my lucky day.
I dropped a jar of pickles
under the sofa.
[cash register rings]
[carnival music]
♪
[children cheer]
[cash register rings]
- Dearly beloved,
we gather today
to say good-bye to Dorothy.
She lived life to the fullest,
whether she was
swimming around her castle,
blowing bubbles,
or eating rocks.
Turns out that last part
wasn't the best idea.
[toilet flushes]
- Thank you.
That was a beautiful service.
[cash register rings]
[bicycle bell rings]
[newspaper thumps]
[alarm blares]
[cat shrieks]
[glass shatters]
[coins clink]
[cash register rings]
[banging toy rhythmically]
[hip-hop music]
♪
- Slay all day, girl.
Whoo!
[cash register rings]
- Thanks to all our hard work,
we saved enough money
for a week at the
Weeping Willow Resort & Lodge
on Lake Michigan.
We're talking bumper boats,
horseback riding,
and 26 flavors of fudge.
all: ♪ We're going on vacation
We're going on vacation ♪
♪ We're going--
- Hey, Louds!
I'll pay you again
to knock off that racket.
- We already have enough money.
- Hello? Road snacks.
- Let's see,
work's taken care of,
Mr. Grouse is keeping
an eye on the house,
Clyde and the McBrides
are taking care of Walt, Geo,
Charles, and Cliff--
- Just a few more things and
we'll all be relaxing in the--
[excited chatter]
- Can't wait to go
horseback riding.
- Why are you bringing
that on vacation?
- You have your sunblock,
I have mine.
- Whoa, guys,
this is too much stuff.
Something's gotta go back.
- How about this humungo bag?
- Absolutely not.
That one's very important.
[bag rattles open]
- Puzzles?
- The bag stays.
[angry chatter]
- [whistles]
Enough.
Stand back and let me work.
- How did you do that?
- Quite simple, really.
I merely used the formula
combining elements
of spatial analysis,
and the basic physics theorems
stating that for every object--
[doors close]
Don't ask if you
don't really wanna know.
- Sorry, kiddo,
we should get a move on.
According to the reviews,
the hotel has a very strict
check-in policy.
If we're not there by 8:00,
they could give away our rooms.
[engine starts]
- Wait!
[whistles]
[frog croaks]
[militaristic music]
♪
- Okay, here we go.
Loud vacation time.
Can I get a "what what"?
all: What--
- Wait!
I forgot Lily's diapers.
Turns out I also forgot Lily.
- Poo poo.
all: ♪ We're going on vacation
We're going on vacation ♪
[festive music]
all: ♪ On vacation
[horn blaring]
- Don't let that old geezer
pass us, Dad!
Floor it!
- Well, it's--it is floored.
It's been floored
the whole time.
Dang show off in his hot rod.
[country music]
- Look. Come on, Dad,
let's get our dignity back.
- I'm right there
with you, L.J.
- Pass, pass, pass.
- Father, this is not
advisable.
Factoring in the angle of our
descent, current wind speed,
and the condition
of this aging heap,
I fear we are going
to wind up--
Nose first in a ditch.
- [gasps, weeps]
My baby, what have I done?
- Stand back
and let me work.
- Wow, nice job, sweetie.
How'd you do that?
- Eh, it was no biggie.
There was a crack
in the cylinder block,
so I just rerouted
the exhaust manifold
past the carburetor, and then--
Don't ask if you
don't really wanna know.
- Wait.
Okay, now we can go.
[horn blares]
both: Dang it.
- Oh, it's so hot.
Dad, can you turn on the AC
before my hair totally frizzes?
[AC flutters]
- Huh, doesn't seem
to be working.
- Ugh, the coolant must have
leaked when we crashed.
Pull over, Pops,
I'll check it out.
- No can do.
Remember, 8:00 check-in.
- well, can someone just
roll down a window?
- Sorry, honey, but if we roll
any of these windows down,
they're not coming back up.
- I know it's hot, but just
pretend you're at the beach.
- In this?
Ugh, no.
- [crunches chips]
Anyone want
a low-cal bean chip?
- Vomit.
- They're delicious.
And supes high fiber.
[fart blows]
- Yes, apparently.
- It was the seat.
See?
all: [groan]
- Now it's not doing it.
- Suffocating.
- [gagging]
- Be strong, kids.
No windows.
[gagging]
It's in my mouth.
all: [gasping for air]
- This is better.
- What?
- [shrieks]
[tires squeal]
[van thumps]
[panting]
Is everyone okay?
- I've been better.
- The good news is, the crash
made the windows go back up.
The bad news is,
now we have no door.
No way I can
reattach this baby.
But I may have a solution.
[crow caws]
- Nice fix, but we still
have a grave situation.
[laughs]
Get it?
[doors close]
[engine starts]
What? Don't set me up if you
don't wanna hear a joke.
- Wait.
- Ah.
[country music]
- Who's ready for lunch?
all: Me, me, me.
- Honey, let's start looking
for a good picnic stop.
- No time.
We're behind schedule.
We'll have to eat in the car.
- I got this.
Sammies coming your way.
Think fast, huh.
- Watch it.
- Ow.
[sandwich thumps]
- Not so hard, dude.
[sandwich whooshes]
- I can't catch.
[chomping]
- Those egg salad sandwiches
were delicious, honey.
Thanks for making them.
- You're totes welcome, Mom.
- Trash back here.
[trash whooshes and thuds]
- Whoops.
- Sorry.
- I can't throw either.
- Weak.
[stomach growls]
- Whoa, guys,
you feeling all right?
I'm not feeling
too good myself.
[stomachs growling]
- Leni, what exactly did you
put in those sandwiches?
- I can't remember.
I made them weeks ago.
- Leni!
- What?
- That can't be good.
- Well, I was so excited
for the trip
I wanted to get
a head start.
all: [moaning and groaning]
- Uh-oh, I think
I'm gonna barf.
- I second that.
- Puke fest.
- Pull over, Dad.
- No time--use a bag.
- Lynn!
- Okay, okay.
[jazz music]
- Oh, my gosh.
- Out of the way.
[hurried chatter,
toilets flushing]
- Leni, you're off lunch duty
until further notice.
- Yeah, let's just round
that up to "forever."
[country music]
- Ha-ha, check out
farmer Speedy.
Not doing much passing now,
are you?
- Lynn, that's not very kind.
Honey,
we should help him.
- Okay, but only if it takes
less than ten minutes.
[dramatic musical flourish]
[dramatic piano music]
- Need a hand with that flat,
buddy?
- Oh, that'd be swell.
The spare is buried
under all these crates.
- Not a problem.
Louds, assemble.
[marching music]
♪
[dramatic music]
[snake rattling]
Last one.
[tire swishes]
Huh, I haven't worked on
one of these babies before.
1920?
- '21.
- 12 banger?
- 16.
- Ha-ha, nice.
[dramatic music]
[door closes, horn blares]
- There. This'll get you
where you need to go.
But keep it under 50.
[wrench clinks]
- Much obliged for
all your help, folks.
Wish I could repay you
in a bigger way,
but how about you take some
of my cherries for the road?
- [gasps]
These are delicious.
- It's all about using
the right manure.
- [croaks]
- Yes, I'm picking up
some horse notes.
- You have a nice day now.
- Okay, gang,
let's get back on the road.
all: [gasp]
- Where is Vanzilla?
[horn blares]
all: [screaming]
[dramatic music]
- Ah, you can't take my girl.
[all shouting]
- Well, there goes
our vacation.
[blues music]
- Okay, guys,
I called the cops,
and they're gonna try
to track down Vanzilla.
- I can't believe we're gonna
miss out on the bumper boats.
- And the horseback riding.
- And the fudge--oh, the fudge.
- Hang on, our vacation's
not over yet.
We just need to find
a way to get to the hotel.
- Boom! There's a bus station
right down the street.
- All right.
- We can still do this.
- Oh, wait,
I just remembered...
your wallet and my purse
are both in Vanzilla.
[dramatic musical flourish]
- Open mic contest?
We'll just have
to raise some cash.
And Ol' Ding-a-Ling Loud
has a plan.
- Now, Father, don't be
so hard on yourself.
Anyone could've lost the van.
- What I meant was
"ding-a-ling" as in my cowbell.
[cowbell clanking]
- Ah.
- So he doesn't have his
wallet, but he has his cowbell?
- So both definitions
of "ding-a-ling" apply.
- The Mud Flap Café is pleased
to present the Load family.
[applause]
- Loud!
- The Load family.
[blues rock music]
- ♪ Wanted a family vacation
♪ Just to get out of town
♪ Had it all planned
Packed up the van ♪
♪ Ended up in a ditch somehow
♪ We've got the blues, baby
♪ Those road trippin' blues
all: ♪ Bad, bad news
♪ These seats smell weird
The baby is crying ♪
♪ She's probably mad
we left her behind ♪
- ♪ Road, road trippin' blues
all: ♪ La la la
- ♪ AC broke in Vanzilla
- ♪ The windows
Won't roll down ♪
- ♪ The bean chips of doom
- ♪ They spread noxious fumes
- ♪ Can't breathe
- ♪ I think Mom passed out
- ♪ We got the blues, baby
♪ Those road trippin' blues
all: ♪ Bad, bad news
♪ The dog ran off
The baby's still crying ♪
♪ At least we didn't
Forget her this time ♪
- ♪ Road, road trippin' blues
all: ♪ La la la
♪ It was one big
Family throw up ♪
♪ From the egg salad
Gone wrong ♪
♪ And that's how
All of us wound up ♪
♪
♪ Broke on stage
Singing this song ♪
- ♪ Broke on stage
Singing this song ♪
- ♪ Road, road trippin' blues
all: ♪ Yeah
- Yeah.
- Looks like we got
a ticket to ride, dudes.
- Seven, eight, nine, ten--
Dang it.
Forgot Lily again.
- Goo!
- Oh, so who are we missing?
[electric guitar playing]
all: Luna!
- Oh, gotta pee,
gotta pee, gotta pee.
- Yeah.
- Luna, we're gonna
miss the bus.
- Goodnight, Mud Flap Café!
- We love you, Load!
- Let's save this vacation.
- Huh, I just thought
I was transporting one.
Oh, well.
- Where'd all
the other passengers go?
- Who cares?
We got the bus to ourselves.
- Well, except for him.
- [growling]
- Honey, do you think
there's something strange
about this bus?
- Well, I've never
seen one with shackles,
but it's probably
a safety thing.
- Or maybe it's a prison thing.
- [gasps]
You're right.
Which means that guy
back there is--
- [groans]
- [giggling]
- Cool tattoos, mister.
But I think your tattoo artist
forgot to give
this lady clothes.
Don't worry,
I'll fix it.
- OM-Gosh.
I am totes obsessed
with your bracelets.
Can I try them on?
- Uh, sure.
If you can get 'em off me.
- Stop the bus!
[tires screech]
[ominous music]
- [giggling]
- Chins up, family.
This vacation isn't over.
Surely some good Samaritan
will give us a ride.
Oh, here we are.
- Keep going.
Don't make eye contact.
- Aw, come on!
- Weak.
- It's clear what
the problem is here.
No motorist is gonna
pick up a family of 13.
I suggest we employ a technique
known as "hide the iceberg."
We put our best 10% forward
and conceal the rest.
- Aw, look at that poor lady
and her baby.
Pull over.
children: Yeah!
all: [scream]
- Ah! Ooh.
Hi!
Would you mind pulling over,
please?
all: [screaming]
- [grunting]
- Well, that was a wash.
- Too soon, honey.
- [stomach grumbling]
Uh, excuse me, guys.
I gotta lighten my load.
Whoa, you guys
have to see this.
- Just fill up the hole,
sweetie.
We don't need to see it.
- Not that.
I found our ticket out of here.
Though watch your step.
I also pooped.
[piano flourish]
- Pfft, that thing
will never fly.
- Leave that to me.
I'll have her up
and running in no time.
- Well, even so,
who's gonna fly it?
- How about Lori?
She's been
crop-dusting us all day.
[laughter]
- Excuse me,
I told you it was the seat.
all: Right.
- I can fly the plane.
Pop Pop taught me.
He flew jets in the military.
- Mom, that is so cool.
- That's nothing.
You should see me
pop wheelies in a tank, baby.
- [gasps]
Is there anything else
we don't know about you, honey?
Honey?
Rita?
- Some parts were missing
so I had to improvise.
- With a diaper?
- A nighttime diaper.
For extra strength.
I even found some paint
to give ol' shakey a face lift.
And I painted Lori
on the crop-duster.
- Hmph, it doesn't
even look like me.
[heroic music]
- Uh, you sure you know
what you're doing?
Got our whole family in here.
[tires screech]
- Ah! Except Lily.
[groans]
Hey, that one is on all of you.
I'm flying the plane here.
- Mom, you, uh--
see the silo, right?
- Mommy!
- Watch out, Mom!
[dramatic music]
♪
all: [sigh]
♪
- Ban-zilly!
all: Aw.
- Actually, sweetie,
this is an airplane.
- Ban-zilly, Ban-zilly.
- Whoa,
the Chill-ster's right, dudes.
Look, over there!
all: [gasp]
- My baby!
After that car carrier.
- What about our 8:00
check-in time?
- The way your mother flies,
that shouldn't be a problem.
[horn blares]
- Move it, slow-poke.
I'm behind schedule.
♪
"Speed limit
enforced by aircraft"?
Yeah, I'll bet.
Dang it.
If I get one more ticket,
I'll be driving a golf cart.
♪
- Pop Pop taught me how to
handle wise guys like this.
Let's take it to him.
[plane zooms]
♪
- My hi-hat! Bogus.
- My kettlebells. Crud.
- My puzzles!
Ding-dang darn it.
♪
Ah! My baby!
- Yay! Now it's a convertible.
- Man, nothing stops this guy.
- Wait a minute,
we have a crop-duster.
- Ugh, why are you guys
always piling on me?
- Lori, I'm talking
about the plane.
- Ah.
- Get in front of him, Mom!
[heroic music]
Eat hot fertilizer.
♪
- [croaking]
Ah!
Y'all never get me, po-po!
[cheering]
- Flying H!
♪
- Okay, people,
we've got a check-in to make.
Ah--uh, it's okay.
It's just a little scratched.
[frog croaks, mouse squeaks]
- My babies.
I thought I lost you.
- Wouldn't that
have been tragic?
[rustling]
[suspenseful music]
♪
- [giggling]
[country music]
♪
[van thumps]
- It's one minute to 8:00.
We're gonna have to hoof it.
[suspenseful music]
[panting]
Lynn Loud, Sr., checking in.
- Oh, no.
I'm so sorry, Mr. Loud,
but you missed
your check-in time
and we gave away
your rooms.
- But--but--but--but it's 8:00.
- Actually, sir, it's 8:35.
- Ah! My watch stopped.
How did that happen?
My puzzles!
[glass shattering]
Ah, please, can't you
give us another room?
We'll take anything you got.
- I'm so sorry.
The entire hotel is full.
- You don't know
what we've been through.
- I've got a song about it.
- Not now, honey.
- I'd love
to help you folks,
but there's really
nothing I can do.
- But there is something
I can do.
- Farmer Speedy?
- If it wasn't for you guys,
I probably would've missed
the check-in myself.
So the least I can do
is help you folks out.
You're staying with me.
- Well, that's sweet, mister,
but we're a pretty big family.
How would you have enough
space for all of us?
- Oh, not a problem.
I've got the whole top floor.
Let me introduce myself.
I'm Jerry Kling,
the Cherry King.
- [gasps]
What?
I-I cook with
your cherries all the time.
- Well, come on, folks.
Let me show you
to your quarters.
[excited chatter]
- In a tent house.
- Aw, this is very
cherry-table of you.
Up until now,
this vacation was the pits.
[laughs]
- Luan.
- Okay, I'll can it.
[upbeat rock music]
[cheering and laughter]
- Well, honey, we made it.
Our first real family vacation.
- I think we should make
this a Loud family tradition.
[glasses clink]
- [laughs]
I'm free! Whoo-hoo!
[engine shuts down]
Dang it.
[gates clank shut]
[crop-duster farts]
- ♪ 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
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 ♪
all: ♪ Loud
House ♪
♪ Loud
Loud House ♪
- Poo-poo.
[upbeat music]
♪
all: 1,797.
[coins clink]
1,798.
[coins clink]
1,799.
[coins clink]
1,800!
[coins clink]
- There it is, gang.
1,800 smackaroonies
in the savings jug.
And you know what that means.
all: ♪ We're going
On vacation ♪
♪ We're going
On vacation ♪
♪ We're going
On vacation ♪
- This is a big moment
for the Louds.
We're finally taking
a real family vacation.
Not an overnight
at Aunt Ruth's
or a campout in
the church parking lot...
A vacation vacation.
But getting here wasn't easy.
In a family this big,
a vacation costs
a lot of money.
- Line up for lemonade.
- So we all had
to do our part.
- Oh, no, thank you.
- I said,
line up for lemonade!
- I'll take five.
[coins plunking]
[bills whoosh]
[cash register rings]
- ♪ So many places
I wanna go ♪
♪ But I'll never get anywhere
Without some dough ♪
- Hey, Loud.
I'll pay you just to stop
making that horrible racket.
- Whatever works, dude.
Vacation,
all I ever wanted.
[cash register rings]
[rock music]
- Got it. Dad!
I need three more Lynn-sagnas.
Two with extra sauce.
- Honey, please discourage
special orders.
I'm backed up in here.
[cash register rings]
[coins clink]
Oops.
That was a mushroom.
- [snores]
- Hey.
- Ooh, sorry.
I've been working
a lot of overtime lately.
[cash register rings]
[coins clink]
Whoops.
That was a molar.
- Cinch that with a belt.
Live on the edge
with a polka dot skirt.
Ugh, no, no.
What did I tell you about
wearing socks with sandals?
- Aw, only if they're
colorful or ironic.
[cash register rings]
- All done, Mrs. Parker.
[chiming]
I also do furniture moving
and jar opening.
Keep it in mind.
- Oh, it's my lucky day.
I dropped a jar of pickles
under the sofa.
[cash register rings]
[carnival music]
♪
[children cheer]
[cash register rings]
- Dearly beloved,
we gather today
to say good-bye to Dorothy.
She lived life to the fullest,
whether she was
swimming around her castle,
blowing bubbles,
or eating rocks.
Turns out that last part
wasn't the best idea.
[toilet flushes]
- Thank you.
That was a beautiful service.
[cash register rings]
[bicycle bell rings]
[newspaper thumps]
[alarm blares]
[cat shrieks]
[glass shatters]
[coins clink]
[cash register rings]
[banging toy rhythmically]
[hip-hop music]
♪
- Slay all day, girl.
Whoo!
[cash register rings]
- Thanks to all our hard work,
we saved enough money
for a week at the
Weeping Willow Resort & Lodge
on Lake Michigan.
We're talking bumper boats,
horseback riding,
and 26 flavors of fudge.
all: ♪ We're going on vacation
We're going on vacation ♪
♪ We're going--
- Hey, Louds!
I'll pay you again
to knock off that racket.
- We already have enough money.
- Hello? Road snacks.
- Let's see,
work's taken care of,
Mr. Grouse is keeping
an eye on the house,
Clyde and the McBrides
are taking care of Walt, Geo,
Charles, and Cliff--
- Just a few more things and
we'll all be relaxing in the--
[excited chatter]
- Can't wait to go
horseback riding.
- Why are you bringing
that on vacation?
- You have your sunblock,
I have mine.
- Whoa, guys,
this is too much stuff.
Something's gotta go back.
- How about this humungo bag?
- Absolutely not.
That one's very important.
[bag rattles open]
- Puzzles?
- The bag stays.
[angry chatter]
- [whistles]
Enough.
Stand back and let me work.
- How did you do that?
- Quite simple, really.
I merely used the formula
combining elements
of spatial analysis,
and the basic physics theorems
stating that for every object--
[doors close]
Don't ask if you
don't really wanna know.
- Sorry, kiddo,
we should get a move on.
According to the reviews,
the hotel has a very strict
check-in policy.
If we're not there by 8:00,
they could give away our rooms.
[engine starts]
- Wait!
[whistles]
[frog croaks]
[militaristic music]
♪
- Okay, here we go.
Loud vacation time.
Can I get a "what what"?
all: What--
- Wait!
I forgot Lily's diapers.
Turns out I also forgot Lily.
- Poo poo.
all: ♪ We're going on vacation
We're going on vacation ♪
[festive music]
all: ♪ On vacation
[horn blaring]
- Don't let that old geezer
pass us, Dad!
Floor it!
- Well, it's--it is floored.
It's been floored
the whole time.
Dang show off in his hot rod.
[country music]
- Look. Come on, Dad,
let's get our dignity back.
- I'm right there
with you, L.J.
- Pass, pass, pass.
- Father, this is not
advisable.
Factoring in the angle of our
descent, current wind speed,
and the condition
of this aging heap,
I fear we are going
to wind up--
Nose first in a ditch.
- [gasps, weeps]
My baby, what have I done?
- Stand back
and let me work.
- Wow, nice job, sweetie.
How'd you do that?
- Eh, it was no biggie.
There was a crack
in the cylinder block,
so I just rerouted
the exhaust manifold
past the carburetor, and then--
Don't ask if you
don't really wanna know.
- Wait.
Okay, now we can go.
[horn blares]
both: Dang it.
- Oh, it's so hot.
Dad, can you turn on the AC
before my hair totally frizzes?
[AC flutters]
- Huh, doesn't seem
to be working.
- Ugh, the coolant must have
leaked when we crashed.
Pull over, Pops,
I'll check it out.
- No can do.
Remember, 8:00 check-in.
- well, can someone just
roll down a window?
- Sorry, honey, but if we roll
any of these windows down,
they're not coming back up.
- I know it's hot, but just
pretend you're at the beach.
- In this?
Ugh, no.
- [crunches chips]
Anyone want
a low-cal bean chip?
- Vomit.
- They're delicious.
And supes high fiber.
[fart blows]
- Yes, apparently.
- It was the seat.
See?
all: [groan]
- Now it's not doing it.
- Suffocating.
- [gagging]
- Be strong, kids.
No windows.
[gagging]
It's in my mouth.
all: [gasping for air]
- This is better.
- What?
- [shrieks]
[tires squeal]
[van thumps]
[panting]
Is everyone okay?
- I've been better.
- The good news is, the crash
made the windows go back up.
The bad news is,
now we have no door.
No way I can
reattach this baby.
But I may have a solution.
[crow caws]
- Nice fix, but we still
have a grave situation.
[laughs]
Get it?
[doors close]
[engine starts]
What? Don't set me up if you
don't wanna hear a joke.
- Wait.
- Ah.
[country music]
- Who's ready for lunch?
all: Me, me, me.
- Honey, let's start looking
for a good picnic stop.
- No time.
We're behind schedule.
We'll have to eat in the car.
- I got this.
Sammies coming your way.
Think fast, huh.
- Watch it.
- Ow.
[sandwich thumps]
- Not so hard, dude.
[sandwich whooshes]
- I can't catch.
[chomping]
- Those egg salad sandwiches
were delicious, honey.
Thanks for making them.
- You're totes welcome, Mom.
- Trash back here.
[trash whooshes and thuds]
- Whoops.
- Sorry.
- I can't throw either.
- Weak.
[stomach growls]
- Whoa, guys,
you feeling all right?
I'm not feeling
too good myself.
[stomachs growling]
- Leni, what exactly did you
put in those sandwiches?
- I can't remember.
I made them weeks ago.
- Leni!
- What?
- That can't be good.
- Well, I was so excited
for the trip
I wanted to get
a head start.
all: [moaning and groaning]
- Uh-oh, I think
I'm gonna barf.
- I second that.
- Puke fest.
- Pull over, Dad.
- No time--use a bag.
- Lynn!
- Okay, okay.
[jazz music]
- Oh, my gosh.
- Out of the way.
[hurried chatter,
toilets flushing]
- Leni, you're off lunch duty
until further notice.
- Yeah, let's just round
that up to "forever."
[country music]
- Ha-ha, check out
farmer Speedy.
Not doing much passing now,
are you?
- Lynn, that's not very kind.
Honey,
we should help him.
- Okay, but only if it takes
less than ten minutes.
[dramatic musical flourish]
[dramatic piano music]
- Need a hand with that flat,
buddy?
- Oh, that'd be swell.
The spare is buried
under all these crates.
- Not a problem.
Louds, assemble.
[marching music]
♪
[dramatic music]
[snake rattling]
Last one.
[tire swishes]
Huh, I haven't worked on
one of these babies before.
1920?
- '21.
- 12 banger?
- 16.
- Ha-ha, nice.
[dramatic music]
[door closes, horn blares]
- There. This'll get you
where you need to go.
But keep it under 50.
[wrench clinks]
- Much obliged for
all your help, folks.
Wish I could repay you
in a bigger way,
but how about you take some
of my cherries for the road?
- [gasps]
These are delicious.
- It's all about using
the right manure.
- [croaks]
- Yes, I'm picking up
some horse notes.
- You have a nice day now.
- Okay, gang,
let's get back on the road.
all: [gasp]
- Where is Vanzilla?
[horn blares]
all: [screaming]
[dramatic music]
- Ah, you can't take my girl.
[all shouting]
- Well, there goes
our vacation.
[blues music]
- Okay, guys,
I called the cops,
and they're gonna try
to track down Vanzilla.
- I can't believe we're gonna
miss out on the bumper boats.
- And the horseback riding.
- And the fudge--oh, the fudge.
- Hang on, our vacation's
not over yet.
We just need to find
a way to get to the hotel.
- Boom! There's a bus station
right down the street.
- All right.
- We can still do this.
- Oh, wait,
I just remembered...
your wallet and my purse
are both in Vanzilla.
[dramatic musical flourish]
- Open mic contest?
We'll just have
to raise some cash.
And Ol' Ding-a-Ling Loud
has a plan.
- Now, Father, don't be
so hard on yourself.
Anyone could've lost the van.
- What I meant was
"ding-a-ling" as in my cowbell.
[cowbell clanking]
- Ah.
- So he doesn't have his
wallet, but he has his cowbell?
- So both definitions
of "ding-a-ling" apply.
- The Mud Flap Café is pleased
to present the Load family.
[applause]
- Loud!
- The Load family.
[blues rock music]
- ♪ Wanted a family vacation
♪ Just to get out of town
♪ Had it all planned
Packed up the van ♪
♪ Ended up in a ditch somehow
♪ We've got the blues, baby
♪ Those road trippin' blues
all: ♪ Bad, bad news
♪ These seats smell weird
The baby is crying ♪
♪ She's probably mad
we left her behind ♪
- ♪ Road, road trippin' blues
all: ♪ La la la
- ♪ AC broke in Vanzilla
- ♪ The windows
Won't roll down ♪
- ♪ The bean chips of doom
- ♪ They spread noxious fumes
- ♪ Can't breathe
- ♪ I think Mom passed out
- ♪ We got the blues, baby
♪ Those road trippin' blues
all: ♪ Bad, bad news
♪ The dog ran off
The baby's still crying ♪
♪ At least we didn't
Forget her this time ♪
- ♪ Road, road trippin' blues
all: ♪ La la la
♪ It was one big
Family throw up ♪
♪ From the egg salad
Gone wrong ♪
♪ And that's how
All of us wound up ♪
♪
♪ Broke on stage
Singing this song ♪
- ♪ Broke on stage
Singing this song ♪
- ♪ Road, road trippin' blues
all: ♪ Yeah
- Yeah.
- Looks like we got
a ticket to ride, dudes.
- Seven, eight, nine, ten--
Dang it.
Forgot Lily again.
- Goo!
- Oh, so who are we missing?
[electric guitar playing]
all: Luna!
- Oh, gotta pee,
gotta pee, gotta pee.
- Yeah.
- Luna, we're gonna
miss the bus.
- Goodnight, Mud Flap Café!
- We love you, Load!
- Let's save this vacation.
- Huh, I just thought
I was transporting one.
Oh, well.
- Where'd all
the other passengers go?
- Who cares?
We got the bus to ourselves.
- Well, except for him.
- [growling]
- Honey, do you think
there's something strange
about this bus?
- Well, I've never
seen one with shackles,
but it's probably
a safety thing.
- Or maybe it's a prison thing.
- [gasps]
You're right.
Which means that guy
back there is--
- [groans]
- [giggling]
- Cool tattoos, mister.
But I think your tattoo artist
forgot to give
this lady clothes.
Don't worry,
I'll fix it.
- OM-Gosh.
I am totes obsessed
with your bracelets.
Can I try them on?
- Uh, sure.
If you can get 'em off me.
- Stop the bus!
[tires screech]
[ominous music]
- [giggling]
- Chins up, family.
This vacation isn't over.
Surely some good Samaritan
will give us a ride.
Oh, here we are.
- Keep going.
Don't make eye contact.
- Aw, come on!
- Weak.
- It's clear what
the problem is here.
No motorist is gonna
pick up a family of 13.
I suggest we employ a technique
known as "hide the iceberg."
We put our best 10% forward
and conceal the rest.
- Aw, look at that poor lady
and her baby.
Pull over.
children: Yeah!
all: [scream]
- Ah! Ooh.
Hi!
Would you mind pulling over,
please?
all: [screaming]
- [grunting]
- Well, that was a wash.
- Too soon, honey.
- [stomach grumbling]
Uh, excuse me, guys.
I gotta lighten my load.
Whoa, you guys
have to see this.
- Just fill up the hole,
sweetie.
We don't need to see it.
- Not that.
I found our ticket out of here.
Though watch your step.
I also pooped.
[piano flourish]
- Pfft, that thing
will never fly.
- Leave that to me.
I'll have her up
and running in no time.
- Well, even so,
who's gonna fly it?
- How about Lori?
She's been
crop-dusting us all day.
[laughter]
- Excuse me,
I told you it was the seat.
all: Right.
- I can fly the plane.
Pop Pop taught me.
He flew jets in the military.
- Mom, that is so cool.
- That's nothing.
You should see me
pop wheelies in a tank, baby.
- [gasps]
Is there anything else
we don't know about you, honey?
Honey?
Rita?
- Some parts were missing
so I had to improvise.
- With a diaper?
- A nighttime diaper.
For extra strength.
I even found some paint
to give ol' shakey a face lift.
And I painted Lori
on the crop-duster.
- Hmph, it doesn't
even look like me.
[heroic music]
- Uh, you sure you know
what you're doing?
Got our whole family in here.
[tires screech]
- Ah! Except Lily.
[groans]
Hey, that one is on all of you.
I'm flying the plane here.
- Mom, you, uh--
see the silo, right?
- Mommy!
- Watch out, Mom!
[dramatic music]
♪
all: [sigh]
♪
- Ban-zilly!
all: Aw.
- Actually, sweetie,
this is an airplane.
- Ban-zilly, Ban-zilly.
- Whoa,
the Chill-ster's right, dudes.
Look, over there!
all: [gasp]
- My baby!
After that car carrier.
- What about our 8:00
check-in time?
- The way your mother flies,
that shouldn't be a problem.
[horn blares]
- Move it, slow-poke.
I'm behind schedule.
♪
"Speed limit
enforced by aircraft"?
Yeah, I'll bet.
Dang it.
If I get one more ticket,
I'll be driving a golf cart.
♪
- Pop Pop taught me how to
handle wise guys like this.
Let's take it to him.
[plane zooms]
♪
- My hi-hat! Bogus.
- My kettlebells. Crud.
- My puzzles!
Ding-dang darn it.
♪
Ah! My baby!
- Yay! Now it's a convertible.
- Man, nothing stops this guy.
- Wait a minute,
we have a crop-duster.
- Ugh, why are you guys
always piling on me?
- Lori, I'm talking
about the plane.
- Ah.
- Get in front of him, Mom!
[heroic music]
Eat hot fertilizer.
♪
- [croaking]
Ah!
Y'all never get me, po-po!
[cheering]
- Flying H!
♪
- Okay, people,
we've got a check-in to make.
Ah--uh, it's okay.
It's just a little scratched.
[frog croaks, mouse squeaks]
- My babies.
I thought I lost you.
- Wouldn't that
have been tragic?
[rustling]
[suspenseful music]
♪
- [giggling]
[country music]
♪
[van thumps]
- It's one minute to 8:00.
We're gonna have to hoof it.
[suspenseful music]
[panting]
Lynn Loud, Sr., checking in.
- Oh, no.
I'm so sorry, Mr. Loud,
but you missed
your check-in time
and we gave away
your rooms.
- But--but--but--but it's 8:00.
- Actually, sir, it's 8:35.
- Ah! My watch stopped.
How did that happen?
My puzzles!
[glass shattering]
Ah, please, can't you
give us another room?
We'll take anything you got.
- I'm so sorry.
The entire hotel is full.
- You don't know
what we've been through.
- I've got a song about it.
- Not now, honey.
- I'd love
to help you folks,
but there's really
nothing I can do.
- But there is something
I can do.
- Farmer Speedy?
- If it wasn't for you guys,
I probably would've missed
the check-in myself.
So the least I can do
is help you folks out.
You're staying with me.
- Well, that's sweet, mister,
but we're a pretty big family.
How would you have enough
space for all of us?
- Oh, not a problem.
I've got the whole top floor.
Let me introduce myself.
I'm Jerry Kling,
the Cherry King.
- [gasps]
What?
I-I cook with
your cherries all the time.
- Well, come on, folks.
Let me show you
to your quarters.
[excited chatter]
- In a tent house.
- Aw, this is very
cherry-table of you.
Up until now,
this vacation was the pits.
[laughs]
- Luan.
- Okay, I'll can it.
[upbeat rock music]
[cheering and laughter]
- Well, honey, we made it.
Our first real family vacation.
- I think we should make
this a Loud family tradition.
[glasses clink]
- [laughs]
I'm free! Whoo-hoo!
[engine shuts down]
Dang it.
[gates clank shut]
[crop-duster farts]
- ♪ 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