The Horror-Scope

Flee Market

Ronnie Anne: [takes out her phone] One guess who it is. [answers the call]

Bobby: Hey! I told you to stay away from those Chewy Chewies! There better be 97 when I get back!

Ronnie Anne: Huh?

Bobby: And you have a code purple! Maybelle is eating grapes!

Ronnie Anne: How do you know all of that?

Bobby: Uh... Mercado instinct! Hey, did you change my music? Bobby's Mercado Mix Number 7 was carefully selected to stimulate more shopping.

Ronnie Anne: [looks at a security camera in the piñata's eye] Mercado instinct, huh? More like you're spying on us with the security camera!

Bobby: Wait! I'm not spying! What... What are you doing?! [Carl covers the camera with gum, blacking it out, as the phone hangs up] They cut me off! [worriedly freaking out] What am I gonna do?!

Ronnie Anne: Bobby?

Bobby: That's right! [removes the gum off the camera] I don't appreciate being cut off! [shakes the gum off his hand] Yuck! From communication!

Ronnie Anne: Well, we didn't appreciate you spying on us. We've all helped out here and know what to do. Look around! Nothing went wrong.

Bobby: How can you say that?! The mangos smell like trout! The milk is facing the wrong way! This can is off by a centimeter!

Ronnie Anne: You're being so picky! That stuff doesn't matter!

Bobby: It matters to me! I don't need a bunch of kids coming in here and changing everything! You'll understand when you're older.

Ronnie Anne: Oh, ho, ho! I think we understand now! You're just like a Mercado run in a very specific way! [takes her apron off and gives it to her brother] So, run it yourself! [walks out]

Carl: Yeah, we quit!

CJ: We're done!

Carl: Later, jefe.

Bobby: Lori! Babe, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for tonight to turn out like this.

Lori: I can't believe you drove me all the way to the city just so you could work on our anniversary!

Bobby: That wasn't the plan. It was supposed to be a really special night. I left Ronnie Anne, Carl, and CJ in charge of the mercado, but they were messing things up! They changed the music to K-pop, and they out the mangoes by the fish.

Lori: That's it?! So they didn't upset any customers, burned the place down?

Bobby: No, but--

Lori: Bobby, everyone in your family cares about the mercado. No one would let anything truly bad happen to it.

Bobby: Right, but--

Lori: Maybe, they have their own way of doing things, and you just need to trust them.

Bobby: You're right. I'm sorry. I guess I do have a hard time giving up control of the mercado.

Lori: It's okay. You're just really passionate about what you do. And I love that about you. Also, you look cute in your pizza tux.

Bobby: Thanks, babe.

Cursed!

Bobby: [on video chat with Lori, showing her his injuries] These are scratches from the feral cats, and this is freezer burn from being trapped with the ice cream. Oh, and these are bruises from the pizza explosion. And I don’t know why there’s a fish in my pants! [pulls a fish out of his pants, shriveling and moaning, and tosses it aside]

Lori: Aw, my boo-boo bear is full of boo-boos. At least your adorable nose is still intact.

Ronnie Anne: Abuela, we can't just pack up and leave. Where would we even go?

Rosa: I'm sorry, mija, but we must leave ASAP.

Lori: Bobby, I'm already home for the weekend. You guys should stay with my family. Then I could literally see your Boo-Boo Bear face in person. [kisses the camera]

Bobby: You hear that, Abuela? Can we stay with the Louds? Please, please, please, please, please?

Rosa: Really, Lori? Are you sure that's OK with your family?

Lori: Oh, they'll be totally cool with it.

Rita and Lynn Sr.: We are totally not cool with it.

Lori: Come on, guys. They need our help.

Lynn Sr.: Kiddo, we'd never turn our backs on the Casagrandes, but-

Rita: There's so many of us, and so many of them, and so many of us! Maybe it would be best if we called them and- [Doorbell rings]

Lincoln: They're here, they're here, they're here! [rushes to the door]

Rita: Of course they are.

Ronnie Anne: [holding a tray of tamales as Lincoln opens the door] Hey, Lincoln!

Casagrandes: Hola, familia Loud!

[Nighttime]

CJ: See? Who needs the bathroom?

Ronnie Anne: Yeah. We have the sink all to ourselves.

[Carl, Luna, Luan, and Lola show up brushing their teeth too]

CJ: I'm brushing here.

Lola: [as her toothbrush is bumped by Carl] My princess toothbrush! How dare you!

Ronnie Anne: On the bright side, we don't have to sleep on the floor. [later, laying in Lucy's bed, sandwiched between her grandparents] On second thought, I'd rather sleep on the floor.

Frida: [in a coffin with Carlitos] At least you're not in a coffin! [freaking out in horror]

[The Casagrandes are all revealed sleeping in Lynn and Lucy's room, most in coffins]

Lucy: Goodnight. May you all sleep like the dead. [closes the door, Frida freaks out again]

Carl: [groans] I want to go back home.

Carlos: I think it's kind of fun. We can pretend to be the mummies of the ancient Pharaohs!

Frida: [shrieks] You're not helping! [closes her coffin]

[Carlota, Maria, and Lalo are sharing Lynn's bed]

Carlota: Stop drooling on me! [takes the comforter from Maria]

Maria: Hey!

[Carlota and Maria both rip the comforter while fighting over it]

Carlota: [as Sergio comes over and cuddles with her] Ugh. Are you kidding me?!

Sergio: [squawks; scared] Need a snuggle.

Ronnie Anne: Guys, it's been a long day. Let's just try to get some sleep.

Bobby: There's something in the coffin with me! [gets a kiss on the cheek from Fangs as he emerges from the coffin and screams]

[The Casagrandes all scream in panic]

Ronnie Anne: Abuela, please. We can’t stay here. It's too many people!

Rosa: Mija, it might be hard, but at least we's not in Bad Luck City.

Ronnie Anne: [as Hector falls on her off of Lucy's bed, breaking a coffin] This is worse than bad luck.

Ronnie Anne: Ugh. We gotta find a way to end this nightmare.

Carl: I miss my choo-choo sheets.

Lola: I miss you not being here.

Ronnie Anne: The only way we're going to the woods is if Abuela drags us kicking and screaming.

[Outside the Loud House, Rosa is carrying her kids kicking and screaming like Ronnie Anne said]

Frida: Carlos, do something!

Carlos: Mama, be reasonable. [His mama gives him a dirty look] Oh, I hear the woods are lovely this time of year.

[Frida sighs]

Sergio: [squawks] Mama's boy.

[The Casagrandes are all at Flip's getting gas]

Ronnie Anne: As soon as that gas tank is full, our lives will be over.

Carlota: Think they have WiFi in the woods? [Carl, CJ, and Bobby roll their eyes; groans] Couldn't you let me live in hope?!

Ronnie Anne: May as well enjoy this last bit of civilization before we become forest people, I guess. I'm going to use a real bathroom while I still can.

An Udder Mess

Prankaversary

Rosa: [gets up from the buried pile of dirty chonies and steams with fury] No more pranks in my house! [points to the door] Fuera!

[Ronnie Anne and Sid skedaddle through the door and out of the apartment building]

Ronnie Anne: I called this truce to say we're not sure this prank thing is working out.

Sid: Nice try, Ronnie Anne, pranking me into thinking it's over. Pssh! I see you.

Ronnie Anne: Sid, I'm serious. You have some great ideas, but you can't expect to be prank master in a day. It takes time and you're... kinda sorta...

Sergio: [squawks] Wrecking the Prankaversary!

Lincoln & Ronnie Anne: [aghast] Sergio!

Sid: No, he's right.

Lincoln: Maybe you can practice and join the next year.

Sid: Yeah, totally. I was sick of pranking anyway. I just didn't want to bail on you guys. But since you're cool, I think I'll head to the zoo. [takes her box of pranks and leaves]

Ronnie Anne: Think we were too harsh?

Lincoln: Couldn't have hurt worse than getting pummeled by mangoes.

Ronnie Anne: Good point. Well, guess it's back to the prank war.

Tee'd Off

[The Casagrandes are all cleaning the floors, windows, and furniture around the apartment]

Bobby: Good morning, Abuela. I got up super early to do my part for our big day of cleaning. I'm visiting Lori at her golf college today. It's a surprise! [squirts mustard on the table and wipes it]

Rosa: She'll be so happy to see you. [annoyed] And I'll be happy when you clean with soap instead of mustard.

Bobby: Huh? Aw, man. I'll go get the ketchup to get it out.

Bobby: [tiptoeing to Lori's golf cart, trying not to be seen, sprays perfume on himself] Lori's gonna be so surprised! [gets in Lori's bag and hides with red flowers]

Ewan: Nice form, Lori! Looking good! [gives her a thumbs up and winks]

Lori: [chuckles] Thanks to all the one-on-one time you've given me.

Bobby: [heartbroken; pops the flowers] One-on-one time?! [wobbles and falls off the golf cart, rolling down towards them] Hey, babe. [chuckles]

Lori: [gasps] Bobby?

Bobby: Yep. That's right, your… [stares fiercely at Ewan] boyfriend, Bobby. [back to Lori, normally] I came to surprise you. But enough about me. Who's this guy?

Lori: This is my classmate, Ewan.

Ewan: You must be the famous [slaps Bobby on the back] Poo Poo Bear I've heard so much about.

Bobby: It's "Boo Boo Bear."

Lori: Ewan's been helping me with my game. He's literally the best golfer here.

Bobby: Nice! Helping how exactly?

Lori: Oh. With techniques like this. [makes an impression of Ewan] "Grip the club tight, Lori. Widen your stands. You're doing great!" [chuckles] That's my impersonation of Ewan.

Ewan: That is so me, Lori! [he and Lori both laugh]

Lori: Right?

Bobby: [nervously chuckles] This is all so funny for me.

Ewan: Lori's amazing. You're a lucky guy.

Bobby: Thanks, Urine.

Ewan: "Ewan".

Bobby: Urine. Got it.

Lori: [hugs Bobby] I'm so excited you're here! [sees and points to Carl and Sergio laying on a hammock] Is that Carl and Sergio?

Carl: Hey, what up double L?

Bobby: They kind of invited themselves.

Lori: Ooh, I wanna show you how much better my drive's gotten. All thanks to Ewan.

Ewan: Oh stop, Lori. You’re making me blush.

Bobby: Great. [chuckles] Well, give me a sec to check on the boys. Gotta make sure they’re behaving themselves. [walks backwards to Carl and Sergio; whispering] Did you guys see all that?! I think that guy's into Lori. And she doesn't exactly seem to hate him, either!

Carl: You're right to worry. That dude is after your girl.

Sergio: [squawks] He's hot. And you’re… you.

Bobby: [groans] This is awful! What do I do?

Carl: Relax. You just have to make him look like a chump.

Bobby: You don't think that's kinda mean?

Carl: Huh. Suit yourself. But don’t come crying to me on their wedding day.

Bobby: [shocked] Wha…?! [fading into his thoughts, he stands outside the church window, watches Ewan putting a golf-ball style ring on Lori's finger and Lori and Ewan get married as they kiss, cries in despair and slowly slides down; back to reality, grabs Carl by the collar] I'll do whatever it takes!

Lori: Oh, Boo Boo Bear, there you are.

Bobby: Babe, I just had a fantastic idea. I was thinking Ewan and I should have a friendly little golf competition, huh? To get to know each other better.

Lori: [touched] Aw, that's so sweet. But you don't play golf, Boo Boo Bear. And Ewan's undefeated.

Ewan: Guilty as charged.

Bobby: Then he can give me some pointers as we play.

Ewan: Sure, I think I can swing that.

Lori: [snaps fingers] Ooh. [she and Ewan laugh]

Bobby: [laughs harder, unable to control his annoyed anger] Well, may the best man win. [he and Ewan shake hands]

Ewan: You mean lowest score.

Bobby: Right. See, I'm learning already.

Bobby: [to Lori] You and Ewan were getting so close, I was afraid I'd lose you. So I made Ewan look bad. I'm so sorry, Lori... and Ewan... and everyone.

Lori: Bobby, that's ridiculous. I love you so much, I would never leave you for Ewan. Or anyone.

Bobby: Really?

Lori: Of course, Boo Boo Bear.

[The crowd goes in awe as they kiss]

Ewan: So, I'm not awful at golf then? I still got it?

Coach Niblick: Of course, [chuckles] I knew it all along. I was just kidding before. [Sits up, begging] Please don't leave us, Ewan.

Ewan: Relax, Coach. I'm not going anywhere.

[Sunset at the Fairway University entrance, Bobby and Lori hug each other goodbye]

Bobby: I'll miss you so much, babe.

Lori: Oh, I'll miss you even more, Boo Boo Bear.

Bobby: [dials his phone after kissing with Lori] Hi, Abuela. We're just heading back.

Carl: [snatches his phone; feigning sadness] Abuela! We missed the whole day of cleaning. Oh, it's so sad!

Rosa: Cheer up, mijo. I saved your chores for you. Good luck getting out of it this time, muchachos.

Sergio: [squawks] I'm outta here!

Carl: [reaching out] Take me with you!

Kick Some Bot

Adelaide: Mom, Sid. Mom. Guess what? My unicorn princess outfit won first place for Cutest Cosplay! [holds up a 1st place ribbon]

Becca: Honey, that is the most amazing news I've ever heard. I'm so proud of you!

Adelaide: Thanks. I deserved it. Look at me! [pulls a string on her party horn, shooting out confetti and lands on Sid]

Becca: I'll add this ribbon to the Adelaide Wall of Fame.

Sid: Keep some shelf space open for me. I finished a whole slice of pizza in one bite. It took a lot of courage in mouth space, but I didn't give up. [stretches her mouth open wide]

Becca: Wow, a whole slice.

Sid: [while braiding Ronnie Anne's hair] My mom was giving Adelaide all the attention, and I was sitting there like, "Hello? I'm your daughter too."

Ronnie Anne: Ugh. Sounds rough. I'm impressed with your pizza eating abilities.

Sid: Thanks, but I feel like I have to do something big to make her proud of me. Ooh! I know! Maybe I'll eat two slices of pizza in one bite! Hit me, Breakfast Bot! [stretches her mouth wide open and Breakfast Bot stuffs the two pizza slices into her mouth] Pretty impressive, right?

Ronnie Anne: Uh, that's cool, but you're also awesome with robots.

Breakfast Bot: You know it, girl.

Ronnie Anne: [holding up her phone] And look! There's a Robotics Competition coming up right here in Great Lakes City!

Sid: Winning that would definitely impress my mom! [burps]

Ronnie Anne: [groans from the smell] Too bad there isn't a Strongest Pepperoni Burp Competition.

Sid: From the looks of things, I could actually win this.

Lisa: [showing up; clears throat] Maybe you need your vision checked because your competition just got stiffer.

Sid: Lisa Loud?! I subscribed to your monthly newsletter! You're competing too?

Lisa: Yep. [presses her wrist watch] Todd, initiate grand entrance. [Todd emerges from the smoke cloud and zooms off with his name written in cloud form, as Sid watches in shock with her jaw dropped] May the best bot win.

[Maybelle and MangoBot get eliminated from the competition after Mangobot failed to show off his cleaning skill]

Maybelle: We'll get 'em next time, MangoBot.

MangoBot: [sadly] Mango.

[Vito and Robbie are eliminated from the competition after Robbie failed to make a dunk in the basketball hoop]

Vito: Let's get you some ice cream.

Robbie: Rocky Road always cheers me up.

Breakfast Bot: [presenting his plate of a stacked pancakes to the judges during the semifinal challenge] I make this look and taste good.

Judge #1: [amazed] Ah, looks delicious!

Judge #3: Wow!

Sid: Todd even outdid us at breakfast, and you're Breakfast Bot! This is gonna be harder than we thought.

Breakfast Bot: This isn't your best pep talk.

Lisa: Todd, initiate guitar riff.

[Todd wheels up on stage and makes an incredible riffing on his keyboard guitar]

Sid: Those are some sweet riffs. But we can beat that, Breakfast Bot.

Lisa: Todd, initiate drums.

[Todd takes out an electric drum set and plays both his instruments]

Sid: All right, he can do both at the same time. But we're still not done for.

Lisa: Todd, initiate rap.

Todd: [rapping] ♪ T-O-Double D / Can't you see I'm on a mission? / Coming in hot about to win this competition / Did I say something wrong? / 'Cause you look kind of annoyed / Well, I guess that's what you get / When you try to beat an android ♪

Sid: Ugh, why's it got to be so catchy?! [turns to Breakfast Bot, who's jamming out to the electronic music, snaps him out of it] Stop it! We got to focus. We haven't even picked your talent yet.

Lisa: Initiate mic-drop finale.

Breakfast Bot: [putting on a Lucha wrestling mask] Activate Lucha Fight Mode!

Sid: Oh, no! I didn't realize I put the lucha disc in there! It's programmed to wrestle all the other robots!

Phantom Freakout

Maria: [entering the living room with Rosa; impressed with her daughter and Sid's dancing] That was great, girls. Your hard work practicing these dances all week has really paid off.

Rosa: Even I know the moves now. Hip, hip, double heart fingers.

Sid: No one can resist a 12 is Midnight bop. It's a fact.

Ronnie Anne: And now we've got every one of 12 is Midnight's signature moves down. [she and Sid hold each other and jump while squealing] I still can't believe you won us the chance to be extras in their next music video! Talk about luck.

Sid: Luck and about 300 boxes of 12 is Midnight After Dark Cocoa Cereal.

Ronnie Anne: Yeesh. You sure about this place?

Sid: Yup, it's the old Great Lakes City Concert Hall.

Ronnie Anne: Well, it's definitely old.

Sid: Let's call it character. [the doors creak open by themselves] So much character. And not spooky at all. Come on!

Director: We're on a tight schedule today. There's no room for mistakes. [Ronnie Anne and Sid bump into her] Oof! You must be the fan club contest winners. Let me guess, you ate a lot of cereal.

Sid: You got that right. [burps out some marshmallows]

Sid: This is not going the way I planned, but I did get to smell Yoon Kwan just now, so it's kind of going how I planned.

[Everyone jump screams as someone's phone starts ringing]

Ronnie Anne: [takes her phone out her pocket, getting a call from Lincoln; answers the call, revealing Lincoln and Clyde in a car] Hey, Linc. Hey, Clyde. What's up?

Lincoln: Hey, Ronnie Anne. Clyde and I are in Great Lakes City with his dads. Want to hang out later?

Ronnie Anne: Can't make it, Linc. Sid and I are at the Great Lakes City Concert Hall. We're gonna be extras in a 12 is Midnight music video.

Clyde: Oh! I love their smooth tunes!

Lincoln: Cool. How's it going so far?

Ronnie Anne: Well, we haven't gotten to film anything yet because weird things keep happening on the set.

Lincoln and Clyde: What kind of weird things?

Ronnie Anne: The lights keep flashing.

Sid: There's mysterious piano sounds. Also, some stuff is floating.

Ronnie Anne: Wait, when was that?

Sid: Oh, right now.

[Everyone runs out of the concert hall, screaming]

Clyde: These are all the classics signs of a haunting.

Lincoln: We'll be right over.

Clyde: [to his dads] Dads, change of plans. GLC Concert Hall, stat! Please and thank you.

Director: Uh, [scoffs] you're the ghost hunting professionals? How old are you?

Lincoln: Old enough to know you've got a category-three poltergeist. Go ahead and do your thing, and we'll do ours.

Director: Okay. Come on, people. Art stops for nothing. Tie down some of those lights. We're gonna make this work! Action!

Yoon Kwan: AH! MY HAIR! That's it! I'm finding this ghost and giving it a piece of my mind!

Sid: Well, this one was more our fault, but I like where you're going with this, Yoonie. Let's get this ghost.

12 is Midnight: Yeah!

[They see the ghost's lights shining through the storage room door again]

Ronnie Anne: It's in the storage room again. Let's go!

Woo-Yeon: Uh, guys, I'm still in the hole.

Sid: [as Woo-Yeon is turned into a French horn] NO! Woo-Yeon! [tearfully] He was so young, but now he's a French horn-- although a handsome French horn.

Ronnie Anne: Everyone, run! Before we're all turned into instruments!

Yoon Kwan: [jumps and holds onto Jun-Soo's legs as the ghost picks him up] Don't you dare! We need Jun-Soo, or else our dance formation will be totally off!

Jun-Soo: Excuse me?

Yoon Kwan: And because we love Jun-Soo, and he's irreplaceable.

Ronnie Anne: Listen. We're all going to be turned into instruments if we don't do something. We have to figure out who this ghost is and what it wants.

Lincoln: Well, we know this ghost likes the color blue.

Sid: And he was playing music earlier. Maybe that's a clue.

Yoon Kwan: Wasn't the director filming rehearsal? We could check playback.

Sid: [dreamily] Gorgeous and brilliant.

Ronnie Anne: We'll have to get back to the stage though.

Ronnie Anne: [reading the plaque on the wall] "Born in Mexico in 1801, Narciso Grillo was the first renowned composer of the Great Lakes City Music Hall, where he wrote all of his favorite symphonies."

Yoon Kwan: That's it? It doesn't tell us how to stop him from turning us into instruments? Agh. Dumb plaque.