The Loud House (2016–…): Season 3, Episode 21 - The Loudest Thanksgiving - full transcript
Faced with spending Thanksgiving apart, Lori and Bobby try to bring their crazy families together for the first time.
- ♪ 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.
[lively music]
♪
- Hey, there,
happy holidays to you.
Make yourselves comfy,
'cause Old Flip's got
a Thanksgiving tale to tell ya.
[slurps]
Ah.
'Twas the day before
Thanksgiving
and the Loud and Casagrande
families
were getting ready
for the big shebang.
- OMG, Boo Boo Bear, I am
so excited for Turkey Day.
- Me too. We haven't spent it
with the Casagrandes
in like five years.
When we lived in Royal Woods,
Mom always had to work the
Thanksgiving shift
at the hospital.
[spooky music]
both: Ah!
- [moans]
- Oh, this is just
cranberry sauce.
I tripped on the way over.
- It wasn't great,
but I was always up
to date on my booster shots.
- [laughs] Hey, Bobby,
check out all the cool stuff
my family's doing
for Thanksgiving.
[eyes squeak]
- Hey, Lynn.
- What's up, Bobby?
- Digging the new look.
- [chuckles]
These are not for fashion.
They are my pee pants.
This way I don't have
to miss any of the meal
or the football game by running
to the bathroom like a chump.
Test run.
- Is she gonna pee her pants?
- Aw.
[pants slap]
Mm.
Noice.
Dry as a bone.
- So much for my chicken stock.
- How's the turkey coming, Dad?
- Hah.
Turkey's are for amateurs,
Lori-lou.
I'm making a tur-goose-on.
A pigeon
stuffed inside a goose,
stuffed inside a turkey.
Three times the bird,
three times the deliciousness.
- Ooh.
- [squawks] Triple homicide.
- Ooh, mashed potatoes.
both: Scram!
- Nice try, sister, but as
officers of the Fest Force,
it's our job to protect
this food till tomorrow.
- I was just--
- We said scram!
- Where were you two when Lynn
took my chicken stock?
both: [growling]
- Babe, we got a lot
cooking on our end too.
- Oh, show me.
- Oh, I wish you could smell
Abuela's famous tamales.
[sniffs]
Ow.
- No, Roberto, there are only
enough tamales for dinner.
[horns blare]
- Ah.
Abuela doesn't need guards.
She's her own
one-woman Feast Force.
- [chuckles]
- Here's your pass-out pillow,
Lincoln.
- Oh, every year Lincoln
eats so much turkey
he falls asleep at the table
and misses dessert.
- But not this year.
I've got a plan.
If I start to feel sleepy,
I'll just dip my head
in this bucket of ice water,
like so.
Ah! I need a new plan.
- Carlos, put the book down.
I need to see your eyes.
- [groans]
- Tia Frida paints a family
portrait every year,
and this year's theme is
"emotionally raw vegetables."
Huh?
- How's the fit?
- Uh, a little tight.
- I can make some alterations.
- Ah.
- Ooh, is someone
playing guitar?
- That's Abuelo.
He serenades the family
every year at Thanksgiving.
- Let me just tune my guitar.
Sergio, give me a G.
- [squawks]
G.
[string springs]
- The Mercado does
a canned food drive every year.
- I call it "Yes, we can."
- Very clever, CJ.
- And now that I'm joining him,
we're gonna double
last year's donations.
CJ, look, it's Mr. Park.
He hasn't donated yet.
- Get him.
- Wait, come back, GravyBot.
- Gravy?
- Excuse you?
[gravy squirts]
Ah.
- Apologies,
first-born sibling.
Just doing a test run
with GravyBot,
the robot I built to ensure
equal gravy distribution.
I'll send in Clean-Up-Bot.
- No. No more bots.
I got it.
- Your Thanksgiving
looks awesome, babe.
- So does yours.
[sighs]
I just wish we could
spend it together.
- Me too.
- This ought to keep me awake
till dessert.
- Wait,
why can't we be together?
What if I came to the city
to spend Thanksgiving
with your fam?
- [gasps]
- Or I could come to Royal
Woods to be with your family.
- What?
- Both sound great.
You decide.
- Aw, babe.
I can't do decisions.
You know how I get in
restaurants when they ask,
"Booth or table?"
[cans rattle, clank]
Uh-oh,
I'll call you back tonight.
I think something
fell in the bleach-cat food-
guitar strings aisle.
all: They're thinking
of doing what?
- No one in our family has
ever missed a Thanksgiving.
- But we're all
finally together.
- What if Bobby likes it
so much at the Louds
that he wants to spend
Christmas there too?
- First it's Thanksgiving,
next thing you know,
we lose her for every holiday.
- Guys, we still have time.
They haven't decided
where to go.
- Maybe if we can show Bobby
how much he'd be missed--
- He won't wanna leave.
- Maybe we can
convince Lori that leaving
would be a grave mistake.
all: Let's do this.
[door knocks]
[door creaks]
- Hmm, meet in the kitchen?
[playful music]
- You got our note.
- Still hungry?
[chains clank]
- Ooh.
- Go ahead.
Have a little taste.
We won't say anything.
- Wait a minute,
is this a trap?
This seems like a trap.
- No way.
We would never trap
our favorite sister.
Oldest and most important.
- Yeah, I literally am.
- Lori, there you are.
Come here for a sec.
♪
I was just doing
the costume fittings
for our turkey-pardoning skit.
Quick,
bring Judge Lori her robe.
- Here you go, Your Honor.
- And here's our new turkey.
Aren't you excited, Lily?
We've all been
pardoned by Lori,
and now it's your turn.
- [babbling, gobbling]
- Aw.
- Can you dudes imagine
a Thanksgiving skit
without our rad judge?
I sure can't.
- Me neither.
She's our MVP.
- Why are you guys
acting so weird?
- Us? Weird? What?
- Oh, Lori.
I was just hanging all
the hand turkeys you kids have
made over the years
and I came across the one
that started it all.
- Aw, my kindergarten turkey.
- Look at that.
All 11 of my turkeys
up there together.
One big, happy family,
the way it's always been,
and hopefully always will be.
[fingers cracking]
- Mom, you're hurting my hand.
♪
- [sniffing]
- Roberto, I didn't know
you were home.
- Do I smell--[sniffing]
- My buñuelos?
Why, yes.
- They're my all-time favorite.
- They are?
Huh, I didn't remember.
Please, have one.
- Wait,
didn't you tell me before
I wasn't allowed
to taste anything?
- Nonsense. I never said that.
It's been five long years
since I've had the chance
to cook a Thanksgiving meal
for you.
[sobs]
You can have whatever you want.
- [munching]
Mmm, mmm.
- Here, have some more.
- You made pozole too?
Another one of my faves.
- Shh, shh, keep eating.
- Mmm.
- Hey, Bobby, come join us.
We were just making our
traditional paper chain
of all the things
we're thankful for.
- I already wrote mine.
"I'm so glad the Santiagos
"are back with us this year,
all three of them."
- See, big brother?
Everyone's so happy
that we're together again.
- And hopefully
will be forever.
[menacing music]
- Guys, you're hurting my arms.
- Hey, Lori, I'm workshopping
this year's Thanksgiving poem.
Can I get your opinion?
I call it
"Ode to an Empty Chair."
[clears throat] Appetizers
have been vanquished,
the meal has come to pass,
dessert is on the horizon,
yet this space remains so vast.
Where once sat a warm body,
now there is only cold wood.
[knocks wood]
All that remains is
a lock of blonde hair,
a reminder of
what was once good.
[turkey gobbles]
- Ah, Lucy.
- So, what do you think?
- [grunts]
Okay, that's it.
- I just heard
the most horrible thing.
Saul from Saul's Sandwich Shop
heard from Street Meat Malik
that Vito Filliponio's son
is spending Thanksgiving
at his friend's house.
[dramatic musical flourish]
both: [gasp]
- Can you imagine the pain
he's causing his family?
What a sin?
- Okay, that's it.
both: Family meeting.
- I literally know you guys
are up to something.
Out with it.
- And be honest with me.
- [groans]
- Fine.
We know that you might
go to the Casagrandes
for Thanksgiving.
- [gasps]
You've been
eavesdropping on me?
- Lincoln did it.
- Dad.
- What? She forced it
out of me, son.
- Look, honey, Thanksgiving
means so much to our family.
- Thanksgiving means
so much to our family.
- The thought of our first-born
not spending it with us--
I don't wanna get too
emotional, but--
- [thump, sobbing]
Please don't go.
- Aw.
- You were gone
for so many years,
and now that
you're back with us--
I'm an old man, Bobby.
[coughs]
I don't know how much time
we have left together.
- [sniffles]
Ah.
- Boo Boo Bear.
I have something to tell you.
- I have something to,
uh, tell you too.
both: You first.
I can't leave my family
for Thanksgiving.
- Ah, babe,
what are we gonna do?
- What if,
just for this one year,
we all have
Thanksgiving together?
- That's a great idea.
Our families haven't met.
It'll be perfect.
- Just one problem.
- How are we gonna decide
whose family should--
all: Host.
- Seriously? You guys
are eavesdropping again?
Ah.
- It would be an honor
for us to host your family
here in the city.
- No, we insist.
You should come to Royal Woods.
[overlapping chatter]
- Guys, guys,
let's just flip a coin
and winner gets to host.
Bobby, you call it.
- Heads, no, wait, uh, tails.
Uh, uh, heads.
Yep, definitely heads.
- It's tails.
[cheering]
- Of course this one
would call heads.
- We're not
out of the woods yet.
What about next year,
and the year after that?
We need to show Bobby and Lori
that this is where they wanna
spend all future Thanksgivings.
- [gasps] Your father's right.
We need to throw
the greatest holiday ever.
- Well, that's it.
It's over.
- Nonsense. The Louds may have
won the battle,
but we will win the war.
We just need to bring
our Thanksgiving to them.
- If we show Bobby and Lori
that we do Thanksgiving better
then the Louds,
they'll wanna spend it
with us next year.
- And every year after that.
- Yeah, watch out,
Louds, 'cause--
all: It's on.
- Ah, ah--oh!
Whoops.
Didn't realize you were back.
Oh, so where was I?
Ah, right. Turkey Day was here
and the Louds were getting
ready for a showdown
with the Casa Gs.
- Chop-chop with those
streamers, girls.
We really have to dazzle
Lori and Bobby
with these decorations.
Leni, weren't you gonna
put a leaf in the table?
- I did.
Hello?
- Uh, honey,
why don't you go help
your father in the kitchen?
Lincoln, I need you
to polish these spoons.
- Ow.
- What're you doing?
- Ow. Trying to see if
pulling out my eyebrows
will keep my awake for dessert.
- Spoons.
Lola, you were supposed
to choose a photo
of Bobby and Lori, not you.
- What're you talking about?
- They're right there.
- Try again.
[horn honks]
- [gasps] It's the Casagrandes.
[suspenseful jazz music]
- Hi, I'm CJ.
Do you have any cans?
- [chuckles] Also,
happy Thanksgiving.
- Welcome.
[overlapping chatter]
- Boo Boo Bear.
- Hey, babe.
- Punk.
- Loser.
- Now, I know you said
not to bring anything,
but I didn't wanna be rude
and show up empty-handed.
- Oh, please. I think we can
make room for one little dish.
- All right, back it up, boys.
[truck beeping]
[truck door opens and closes]
- Don't worry, honey.
There's no way they're
gonna upstage your meal.
- Hi, this is a pig on a spit.
Where would you like it?
both: Kitchen.
- Wow, look at this place.
It's so festive, Mrs. L.
- [chuckles] Well, Bobby,
we Louds go all out
for Thanksgiving.
- These store-bought
decorations are nice, Rita.
Though as
a professional artist,
I prefer the handmade touch.
- Aw, you made Bobby and me
two peas in a pod.
That's so sweet.
- And the room feels
more personal.
- So much better,
- Much better.
- Literally, it's love.
- So good, Tia.
- Well played, Casagrandes,
but don't count the Louds out
just yet.
- If everyone would
please find a seat
for our annual
Thanksgiving skit.
- They have a skit?
- Huh?
- [gasps]
We're on it.
- Dah--no, Bobby.
We saved you a seat right here
in the front row.
- Excuse me.
Perdoname.
[slurps]
[beeps]
[suspenseful trial music]
- Welcome.
What you're about to see
is a case of the bird's so cute
you can gobble her up.
All rise for
the Honorable Lori Loud.
♪
And now let's
meet the defendant,
Turkey Lily.
- [gobbles]
- Aw, she's adorable.
- Officially commence
the People vs. Lilly Loud.
[gavel knocks]
both: [eyes squeak]
[ominous music]
[gavel knocking]
- Your verdict?
- We the jury find
the defendant guilty.
[dramatic bell rings]
- No, this is an outrage.
- Guilty of being
the cutest turkey ever.
- [giggles]
- Ah, what a relief.
- Babe, your performance
was amazing.
- Hey, let's talk about finding
a role for you next year.
[in a Southern accent]
Eh, I say, uh,
how does juror number seven
sound?
- [gasps]
- Dang it.
They've sucked in Bobby
with his weakness for theater.
Well played, Louds, but never
underestimate the Casagrandes.
[dramatic musical flourish]
- What's this?
- Our annual turkey dance,
of course.
Follow our lead.
Uno, dos, tres.
- Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-hi.
[upbeat music]
all: [gobbling]
- Ha-ha-ha-hi-yi-yi.
all: [gobbling]
- Boy, we've got
nothing to worry about.
- Yeah, this is terrible.
- This is great.
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble.
♪
- Don't worry.
Dinner is the decisive battle.
That's where we're gonna
Lynn-cinerate them.
- Dinner.
[overlapping chatter]
There they are.
- [vocalizes horns]
- Lori, Bobby.
We saved you a spot.
- No, we saved you a spot.
- Um, how about
we sit in the middle?
- Uh, here, try my turkey
skin-infused stuffing.
You're gonna love it.
- But first, try my tamales.
I added an extra kick.
- [chuckles] An extra kick.
That's cute.
They don't want heat.
They want sweet.
Here kids,
taste my
marshmallow-covered potatoes.
- [snickers] How do you know
what they want?
They're clearly craving my
homemade shredded turkey mole.
[tense music]
[food glopping, sloshing]
both: [groaning]
♪
[glass clinks]
- I'd like to make a toast.
Bobby, Lori, I just wanna
say how much it means
to have you here with us.
I don't know if
I can get through this.
- Oh, Mom.
[glass clinks]
- Uh, excuse me, if I might.
I'm sure it means a lot to you,
Rita, but with all respect,
it means more to us.
- Well, Hector, that seems
really unlikely,
because nothing means
more to us, okay?
- Oh, really? Is that so?
- Yeah, yeah, that's right.
- Forget the toast.
I can say it so much better
with music.
♪ We love Bobby and Lori
♪ More than anyone
in the world ♪
- ♪ Family
[electric guitar blares]
[amplifier turns off]
- Oopsie.
- How dare you.
[yelps]
- Control your children.
It is not safe to have
Thanksgiving in this house.
- Well, if you don't like it,
you're welcome to leave.
Not you, Bobby,
you can stay.
- That's what you want,
isn't it?
To steal our precious
Roberto away from us.
- Oh, oh, oh, like you haven't
been trying
to steal Lori from us.
Well, guess what, buck-o,
it's not gonna happen.
- Guys, guys, please stop.
all: Stay out of this.
- Why would anybody wanna
spend Thanksgiving here
gnawing on your dry bird?
- [whimpering]
- The tur-goose-on
is delicious.
Maybe the problem
is your lumpy gravy.
- Did someone say gravy?
[gravy splashes]
- Ah!
- No, they don't deserve it.
- Ah. Malfunction.
Malfunction.
Eep, eep.
[gravy splashes]
- [gasps]
My painting.
- [giggles]
[tense music]
♪
[overlapping chatter]
♪
- [whistles]
That's enough.
I know a way to settle this.
- Yeah. Arm wrestle.
Let's go.
- No.
Let's just ask Lori and Bobby
where they would rather
spend Thanksgiving.
- Huh, where'd they go?
- And that's how
Bobby and Lori ended up
at the only place in town
that's open 24/7, 365.
Except during fishing season.
- I'm sorry, Boo Boo Bear.
I know you were looking forward
to having a real
Thanksgiving this year.
- It's not all bad.
I found this
half-off turkey jerky.
[horn honks]
[tires screech]
[overlapping chatter]
- Jumping jerky.
Holy hotdogs.
- Whoa, how did you guys
find us?
- Tracking devices.
- You left before trying
my twice-baked tart.
- [scoffs] They would
prefer my flan.
- Flan shman.
Tart, tart, tart.
- Stop.
Don't you guys see?
This is why we left.
We couldn't stand the fighting
and competing.
- We don't want
to choose sides.
So maybe from now on,
we should just spend
Thanksgiving by ourselves.
[rousing music]
- Well, nobody wants that.
- We certainly don't.
- Lori, Bobby, I'm sorry we've
been acting so childlishly.
- We're sorry too.
It's just so hard
to let go of your kids.
You know what?
You should get Lori and Bobby
for Thanksgiving.
- Well, goodness know
we haven't done anything
to deserve that.
They should spend it with you.
- Hey, I got an idea.
Why don't you just
rotate every year, huh?
Much like the juicy hotdogs I'm
selling at a mere 40% mark-up.
Holiday discount.
- Works for us.
- Great idea.
- Yeah.
- I'm glad we figured out
future years,
but what about right now?
I'm starving.
- Well, we've got hotdogs
and sunflower seeds
and twenty kinds
of artisanal jerky.
Maybe we could throw
a dinner together here.
- I'm game.
- Me too.
- We could make this place
look festive.
I think I have some leftover
decorations in the car.
- I'll help you.
- So that's the story of how
old Flip saved Thanksgiving.
Both families coming together
to give thanks
and celebrate the abundance
that is the old Food and Fuel.
- Rosa, this chili-cheese-dog
stuffing is divine.
The habanero sauce
was a nice touch.
- I never leave home
without it.
- It's the perfect combination
of store-bought and homemade.
- I can't believe I finally
got dessert this year.
And a whole aisle's worth.
- And I can't believe
we hit our donation goal
for the food drive.
- Thanks, Flip.
- Eh, don't mention it.
If word gets out that
Flip's a soft touch,
it's all over.
- What do you think, babe?
Best T-giving ever?
- Literally our best so far.
Thanks, Boo Boo Bear.
both: A toast.
- To Thanksgiving traditions.
- Old and new.
- Old and new.
- Salud.
- You dudes are tugging
at my heartstrings,
which means I gotta tug
at my guitar strings.
- How about a duet?
Uno, dos...
[Latin music]
♪ Two different families,
yet so much in common ♪
- The loudness, the chaos,
but we'll just keep strumming ♪
both: ♪ Together it's better
when we're in harmony ♪
♪
- ♪ For Bobby and Lori our
hearts were once breaking ♪
- ♪ But now we're together
It's memories we're making ♪
- ♪ Amigos nuevos, that's you
- ♪ And you
both: ♪ And you, and you,
and you, and me ♪
- ♪ Thanksgiving fiesta
- ¿Aqui?
- You betcha.
- Will somebody
save me the beak?
all: Ew.
all: ♪ Grateful por todo
♪ Agradecido
♪ Means I'm grateful
for it all ♪
♪
♪ Grateful por todo
♪ Agradecido for
breaking down the wall ♪
♪ We're grateful for it all
- Ha ha ha!
Sweet.
- ♪ 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 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.
[lively music]
♪
- Hey, there,
happy holidays to you.
Make yourselves comfy,
'cause Old Flip's got
a Thanksgiving tale to tell ya.
[slurps]
Ah.
'Twas the day before
Thanksgiving
and the Loud and Casagrande
families
were getting ready
for the big shebang.
- OMG, Boo Boo Bear, I am
so excited for Turkey Day.
- Me too. We haven't spent it
with the Casagrandes
in like five years.
When we lived in Royal Woods,
Mom always had to work the
Thanksgiving shift
at the hospital.
[spooky music]
both: Ah!
- [moans]
- Oh, this is just
cranberry sauce.
I tripped on the way over.
- It wasn't great,
but I was always up
to date on my booster shots.
- [laughs] Hey, Bobby,
check out all the cool stuff
my family's doing
for Thanksgiving.
[eyes squeak]
- Hey, Lynn.
- What's up, Bobby?
- Digging the new look.
- [chuckles]
These are not for fashion.
They are my pee pants.
This way I don't have
to miss any of the meal
or the football game by running
to the bathroom like a chump.
Test run.
- Is she gonna pee her pants?
- Aw.
[pants slap]
Mm.
Noice.
Dry as a bone.
- So much for my chicken stock.
- How's the turkey coming, Dad?
- Hah.
Turkey's are for amateurs,
Lori-lou.
I'm making a tur-goose-on.
A pigeon
stuffed inside a goose,
stuffed inside a turkey.
Three times the bird,
three times the deliciousness.
- Ooh.
- [squawks] Triple homicide.
- Ooh, mashed potatoes.
both: Scram!
- Nice try, sister, but as
officers of the Fest Force,
it's our job to protect
this food till tomorrow.
- I was just--
- We said scram!
- Where were you two when Lynn
took my chicken stock?
both: [growling]
- Babe, we got a lot
cooking on our end too.
- Oh, show me.
- Oh, I wish you could smell
Abuela's famous tamales.
[sniffs]
Ow.
- No, Roberto, there are only
enough tamales for dinner.
[horns blare]
- Ah.
Abuela doesn't need guards.
She's her own
one-woman Feast Force.
- [chuckles]
- Here's your pass-out pillow,
Lincoln.
- Oh, every year Lincoln
eats so much turkey
he falls asleep at the table
and misses dessert.
- But not this year.
I've got a plan.
If I start to feel sleepy,
I'll just dip my head
in this bucket of ice water,
like so.
Ah! I need a new plan.
- Carlos, put the book down.
I need to see your eyes.
- [groans]
- Tia Frida paints a family
portrait every year,
and this year's theme is
"emotionally raw vegetables."
Huh?
- How's the fit?
- Uh, a little tight.
- I can make some alterations.
- Ah.
- Ooh, is someone
playing guitar?
- That's Abuelo.
He serenades the family
every year at Thanksgiving.
- Let me just tune my guitar.
Sergio, give me a G.
- [squawks]
G.
[string springs]
- The Mercado does
a canned food drive every year.
- I call it "Yes, we can."
- Very clever, CJ.
- And now that I'm joining him,
we're gonna double
last year's donations.
CJ, look, it's Mr. Park.
He hasn't donated yet.
- Get him.
- Wait, come back, GravyBot.
- Gravy?
- Excuse you?
[gravy squirts]
Ah.
- Apologies,
first-born sibling.
Just doing a test run
with GravyBot,
the robot I built to ensure
equal gravy distribution.
I'll send in Clean-Up-Bot.
- No. No more bots.
I got it.
- Your Thanksgiving
looks awesome, babe.
- So does yours.
[sighs]
I just wish we could
spend it together.
- Me too.
- This ought to keep me awake
till dessert.
- Wait,
why can't we be together?
What if I came to the city
to spend Thanksgiving
with your fam?
- [gasps]
- Or I could come to Royal
Woods to be with your family.
- What?
- Both sound great.
You decide.
- Aw, babe.
I can't do decisions.
You know how I get in
restaurants when they ask,
"Booth or table?"
[cans rattle, clank]
Uh-oh,
I'll call you back tonight.
I think something
fell in the bleach-cat food-
guitar strings aisle.
all: They're thinking
of doing what?
- No one in our family has
ever missed a Thanksgiving.
- But we're all
finally together.
- What if Bobby likes it
so much at the Louds
that he wants to spend
Christmas there too?
- First it's Thanksgiving,
next thing you know,
we lose her for every holiday.
- Guys, we still have time.
They haven't decided
where to go.
- Maybe if we can show Bobby
how much he'd be missed--
- He won't wanna leave.
- Maybe we can
convince Lori that leaving
would be a grave mistake.
all: Let's do this.
[door knocks]
[door creaks]
- Hmm, meet in the kitchen?
[playful music]
- You got our note.
- Still hungry?
[chains clank]
- Ooh.
- Go ahead.
Have a little taste.
We won't say anything.
- Wait a minute,
is this a trap?
This seems like a trap.
- No way.
We would never trap
our favorite sister.
Oldest and most important.
- Yeah, I literally am.
- Lori, there you are.
Come here for a sec.
♪
I was just doing
the costume fittings
for our turkey-pardoning skit.
Quick,
bring Judge Lori her robe.
- Here you go, Your Honor.
- And here's our new turkey.
Aren't you excited, Lily?
We've all been
pardoned by Lori,
and now it's your turn.
- [babbling, gobbling]
- Aw.
- Can you dudes imagine
a Thanksgiving skit
without our rad judge?
I sure can't.
- Me neither.
She's our MVP.
- Why are you guys
acting so weird?
- Us? Weird? What?
- Oh, Lori.
I was just hanging all
the hand turkeys you kids have
made over the years
and I came across the one
that started it all.
- Aw, my kindergarten turkey.
- Look at that.
All 11 of my turkeys
up there together.
One big, happy family,
the way it's always been,
and hopefully always will be.
[fingers cracking]
- Mom, you're hurting my hand.
♪
- [sniffing]
- Roberto, I didn't know
you were home.
- Do I smell--[sniffing]
- My buñuelos?
Why, yes.
- They're my all-time favorite.
- They are?
Huh, I didn't remember.
Please, have one.
- Wait,
didn't you tell me before
I wasn't allowed
to taste anything?
- Nonsense. I never said that.
It's been five long years
since I've had the chance
to cook a Thanksgiving meal
for you.
[sobs]
You can have whatever you want.
- [munching]
Mmm, mmm.
- Here, have some more.
- You made pozole too?
Another one of my faves.
- Shh, shh, keep eating.
- Mmm.
- Hey, Bobby, come join us.
We were just making our
traditional paper chain
of all the things
we're thankful for.
- I already wrote mine.
"I'm so glad the Santiagos
"are back with us this year,
all three of them."
- See, big brother?
Everyone's so happy
that we're together again.
- And hopefully
will be forever.
[menacing music]
- Guys, you're hurting my arms.
- Hey, Lori, I'm workshopping
this year's Thanksgiving poem.
Can I get your opinion?
I call it
"Ode to an Empty Chair."
[clears throat] Appetizers
have been vanquished,
the meal has come to pass,
dessert is on the horizon,
yet this space remains so vast.
Where once sat a warm body,
now there is only cold wood.
[knocks wood]
All that remains is
a lock of blonde hair,
a reminder of
what was once good.
[turkey gobbles]
- Ah, Lucy.
- So, what do you think?
- [grunts]
Okay, that's it.
- I just heard
the most horrible thing.
Saul from Saul's Sandwich Shop
heard from Street Meat Malik
that Vito Filliponio's son
is spending Thanksgiving
at his friend's house.
[dramatic musical flourish]
both: [gasp]
- Can you imagine the pain
he's causing his family?
What a sin?
- Okay, that's it.
both: Family meeting.
- I literally know you guys
are up to something.
Out with it.
- And be honest with me.
- [groans]
- Fine.
We know that you might
go to the Casagrandes
for Thanksgiving.
- [gasps]
You've been
eavesdropping on me?
- Lincoln did it.
- Dad.
- What? She forced it
out of me, son.
- Look, honey, Thanksgiving
means so much to our family.
- Thanksgiving means
so much to our family.
- The thought of our first-born
not spending it with us--
I don't wanna get too
emotional, but--
- [thump, sobbing]
Please don't go.
- Aw.
- You were gone
for so many years,
and now that
you're back with us--
I'm an old man, Bobby.
[coughs]
I don't know how much time
we have left together.
- [sniffles]
Ah.
- Boo Boo Bear.
I have something to tell you.
- I have something to,
uh, tell you too.
both: You first.
I can't leave my family
for Thanksgiving.
- Ah, babe,
what are we gonna do?
- What if,
just for this one year,
we all have
Thanksgiving together?
- That's a great idea.
Our families haven't met.
It'll be perfect.
- Just one problem.
- How are we gonna decide
whose family should--
all: Host.
- Seriously? You guys
are eavesdropping again?
Ah.
- It would be an honor
for us to host your family
here in the city.
- No, we insist.
You should come to Royal Woods.
[overlapping chatter]
- Guys, guys,
let's just flip a coin
and winner gets to host.
Bobby, you call it.
- Heads, no, wait, uh, tails.
Uh, uh, heads.
Yep, definitely heads.
- It's tails.
[cheering]
- Of course this one
would call heads.
- We're not
out of the woods yet.
What about next year,
and the year after that?
We need to show Bobby and Lori
that this is where they wanna
spend all future Thanksgivings.
- [gasps] Your father's right.
We need to throw
the greatest holiday ever.
- Well, that's it.
It's over.
- Nonsense. The Louds may have
won the battle,
but we will win the war.
We just need to bring
our Thanksgiving to them.
- If we show Bobby and Lori
that we do Thanksgiving better
then the Louds,
they'll wanna spend it
with us next year.
- And every year after that.
- Yeah, watch out,
Louds, 'cause--
all: It's on.
- Ah, ah--oh!
Whoops.
Didn't realize you were back.
Oh, so where was I?
Ah, right. Turkey Day was here
and the Louds were getting
ready for a showdown
with the Casa Gs.
- Chop-chop with those
streamers, girls.
We really have to dazzle
Lori and Bobby
with these decorations.
Leni, weren't you gonna
put a leaf in the table?
- I did.
Hello?
- Uh, honey,
why don't you go help
your father in the kitchen?
Lincoln, I need you
to polish these spoons.
- Ow.
- What're you doing?
- Ow. Trying to see if
pulling out my eyebrows
will keep my awake for dessert.
- Spoons.
Lola, you were supposed
to choose a photo
of Bobby and Lori, not you.
- What're you talking about?
- They're right there.
- Try again.
[horn honks]
- [gasps] It's the Casagrandes.
[suspenseful jazz music]
- Hi, I'm CJ.
Do you have any cans?
- [chuckles] Also,
happy Thanksgiving.
- Welcome.
[overlapping chatter]
- Boo Boo Bear.
- Hey, babe.
- Punk.
- Loser.
- Now, I know you said
not to bring anything,
but I didn't wanna be rude
and show up empty-handed.
- Oh, please. I think we can
make room for one little dish.
- All right, back it up, boys.
[truck beeping]
[truck door opens and closes]
- Don't worry, honey.
There's no way they're
gonna upstage your meal.
- Hi, this is a pig on a spit.
Where would you like it?
both: Kitchen.
- Wow, look at this place.
It's so festive, Mrs. L.
- [chuckles] Well, Bobby,
we Louds go all out
for Thanksgiving.
- These store-bought
decorations are nice, Rita.
Though as
a professional artist,
I prefer the handmade touch.
- Aw, you made Bobby and me
two peas in a pod.
That's so sweet.
- And the room feels
more personal.
- So much better,
- Much better.
- Literally, it's love.
- So good, Tia.
- Well played, Casagrandes,
but don't count the Louds out
just yet.
- If everyone would
please find a seat
for our annual
Thanksgiving skit.
- They have a skit?
- Huh?
- [gasps]
We're on it.
- Dah--no, Bobby.
We saved you a seat right here
in the front row.
- Excuse me.
Perdoname.
[slurps]
[beeps]
[suspenseful trial music]
- Welcome.
What you're about to see
is a case of the bird's so cute
you can gobble her up.
All rise for
the Honorable Lori Loud.
♪
And now let's
meet the defendant,
Turkey Lily.
- [gobbles]
- Aw, she's adorable.
- Officially commence
the People vs. Lilly Loud.
[gavel knocks]
both: [eyes squeak]
[ominous music]
[gavel knocking]
- Your verdict?
- We the jury find
the defendant guilty.
[dramatic bell rings]
- No, this is an outrage.
- Guilty of being
the cutest turkey ever.
- [giggles]
- Ah, what a relief.
- Babe, your performance
was amazing.
- Hey, let's talk about finding
a role for you next year.
[in a Southern accent]
Eh, I say, uh,
how does juror number seven
sound?
- [gasps]
- Dang it.
They've sucked in Bobby
with his weakness for theater.
Well played, Louds, but never
underestimate the Casagrandes.
[dramatic musical flourish]
- What's this?
- Our annual turkey dance,
of course.
Follow our lead.
Uno, dos, tres.
- Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-hi.
[upbeat music]
all: [gobbling]
- Ha-ha-ha-hi-yi-yi.
all: [gobbling]
- Boy, we've got
nothing to worry about.
- Yeah, this is terrible.
- This is great.
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble.
♪
- Don't worry.
Dinner is the decisive battle.
That's where we're gonna
Lynn-cinerate them.
- Dinner.
[overlapping chatter]
There they are.
- [vocalizes horns]
- Lori, Bobby.
We saved you a spot.
- No, we saved you a spot.
- Um, how about
we sit in the middle?
- Uh, here, try my turkey
skin-infused stuffing.
You're gonna love it.
- But first, try my tamales.
I added an extra kick.
- [chuckles] An extra kick.
That's cute.
They don't want heat.
They want sweet.
Here kids,
taste my
marshmallow-covered potatoes.
- [snickers] How do you know
what they want?
They're clearly craving my
homemade shredded turkey mole.
[tense music]
[food glopping, sloshing]
both: [groaning]
♪
[glass clinks]
- I'd like to make a toast.
Bobby, Lori, I just wanna
say how much it means
to have you here with us.
I don't know if
I can get through this.
- Oh, Mom.
[glass clinks]
- Uh, excuse me, if I might.
I'm sure it means a lot to you,
Rita, but with all respect,
it means more to us.
- Well, Hector, that seems
really unlikely,
because nothing means
more to us, okay?
- Oh, really? Is that so?
- Yeah, yeah, that's right.
- Forget the toast.
I can say it so much better
with music.
♪ We love Bobby and Lori
♪ More than anyone
in the world ♪
- ♪ Family
[electric guitar blares]
[amplifier turns off]
- Oopsie.
- How dare you.
[yelps]
- Control your children.
It is not safe to have
Thanksgiving in this house.
- Well, if you don't like it,
you're welcome to leave.
Not you, Bobby,
you can stay.
- That's what you want,
isn't it?
To steal our precious
Roberto away from us.
- Oh, oh, oh, like you haven't
been trying
to steal Lori from us.
Well, guess what, buck-o,
it's not gonna happen.
- Guys, guys, please stop.
all: Stay out of this.
- Why would anybody wanna
spend Thanksgiving here
gnawing on your dry bird?
- [whimpering]
- The tur-goose-on
is delicious.
Maybe the problem
is your lumpy gravy.
- Did someone say gravy?
[gravy splashes]
- Ah!
- No, they don't deserve it.
- Ah. Malfunction.
Malfunction.
Eep, eep.
[gravy splashes]
- [gasps]
My painting.
- [giggles]
[tense music]
♪
[overlapping chatter]
♪
- [whistles]
That's enough.
I know a way to settle this.
- Yeah. Arm wrestle.
Let's go.
- No.
Let's just ask Lori and Bobby
where they would rather
spend Thanksgiving.
- Huh, where'd they go?
- And that's how
Bobby and Lori ended up
at the only place in town
that's open 24/7, 365.
Except during fishing season.
- I'm sorry, Boo Boo Bear.
I know you were looking forward
to having a real
Thanksgiving this year.
- It's not all bad.
I found this
half-off turkey jerky.
[horn honks]
[tires screech]
[overlapping chatter]
- Jumping jerky.
Holy hotdogs.
- Whoa, how did you guys
find us?
- Tracking devices.
- You left before trying
my twice-baked tart.
- [scoffs] They would
prefer my flan.
- Flan shman.
Tart, tart, tart.
- Stop.
Don't you guys see?
This is why we left.
We couldn't stand the fighting
and competing.
- We don't want
to choose sides.
So maybe from now on,
we should just spend
Thanksgiving by ourselves.
[rousing music]
- Well, nobody wants that.
- We certainly don't.
- Lori, Bobby, I'm sorry we've
been acting so childlishly.
- We're sorry too.
It's just so hard
to let go of your kids.
You know what?
You should get Lori and Bobby
for Thanksgiving.
- Well, goodness know
we haven't done anything
to deserve that.
They should spend it with you.
- Hey, I got an idea.
Why don't you just
rotate every year, huh?
Much like the juicy hotdogs I'm
selling at a mere 40% mark-up.
Holiday discount.
- Works for us.
- Great idea.
- Yeah.
- I'm glad we figured out
future years,
but what about right now?
I'm starving.
- Well, we've got hotdogs
and sunflower seeds
and twenty kinds
of artisanal jerky.
Maybe we could throw
a dinner together here.
- I'm game.
- Me too.
- We could make this place
look festive.
I think I have some leftover
decorations in the car.
- I'll help you.
- So that's the story of how
old Flip saved Thanksgiving.
Both families coming together
to give thanks
and celebrate the abundance
that is the old Food and Fuel.
- Rosa, this chili-cheese-dog
stuffing is divine.
The habanero sauce
was a nice touch.
- I never leave home
without it.
- It's the perfect combination
of store-bought and homemade.
- I can't believe I finally
got dessert this year.
And a whole aisle's worth.
- And I can't believe
we hit our donation goal
for the food drive.
- Thanks, Flip.
- Eh, don't mention it.
If word gets out that
Flip's a soft touch,
it's all over.
- What do you think, babe?
Best T-giving ever?
- Literally our best so far.
Thanks, Boo Boo Bear.
both: A toast.
- To Thanksgiving traditions.
- Old and new.
- Old and new.
- Salud.
- You dudes are tugging
at my heartstrings,
which means I gotta tug
at my guitar strings.
- How about a duet?
Uno, dos...
[Latin music]
♪ Two different families,
yet so much in common ♪
- The loudness, the chaos,
but we'll just keep strumming ♪
both: ♪ Together it's better
when we're in harmony ♪
♪
- ♪ For Bobby and Lori our
hearts were once breaking ♪
- ♪ But now we're together
It's memories we're making ♪
- ♪ Amigos nuevos, that's you
- ♪ And you
both: ♪ And you, and you,
and you, and me ♪
- ♪ Thanksgiving fiesta
- ¿Aqui?
- You betcha.
- Will somebody
save me the beak?
all: Ew.
all: ♪ Grateful por todo
♪ Agradecido
♪ Means I'm grateful
for it all ♪
♪
♪ Grateful por todo
♪ Agradecido for
breaking down the wall ♪
♪ We're grateful for it all
- Ha ha ha!
Sweet.
- ♪ 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