Present Danger (1.1)

Gus: Lincoln! Bravo, buddy, but you gotta get off the table.

Customer: You have ruined my wife's garlic knots!

Lincoln: Sorry! [gets off the table; to the viewers] Well, today's a really big day. It's my 12th birthday! Feels like I've been 11 forever, so this year, I'm doing it in style. David Steele-style. I asked all my friends to come to Gus's dressed as their favorite MALICE villains. You have Golden Toe, Blowfish, Odd Bob, and Patty Whack. So far, it's been great. One moment… Nothing but net. And now that we've finished playing Agents and MALICE, it's time for…

Rita: Presents!

Lincoln: Yes!

Liam: Wahoo!

Zach: Rusty, the invitation said only Lincoln was supposed to dress up as David Steele.

Rusty: Sorry, dude. It's not my fault I look amazing in a tuxedo. Besides, check out the Loud seniors.

Lynn Sr.: Well, thanks for coming, everyone. Today is a special day for a special- [notices his dad crying] Dad, you know if you cry, I'm gonna- [he and Leonard both break down sobbing in each other's arms]

Rita: Lincoln, I think what your dad was trying to say is that 12 is a Loud family landmark. He and Gramps have a special present for you. Your great-grandfather gave it to Gramps when he was 12, and Gramps gave it to your dad when he was 12.

Lincoln: Room for one more?

Scoots: Doesn't look like there's room for one more. Because of your dang party, I'm stuck with these two bozos at the loaner's table.

Flip: Hey, you ain't no picnic yourself there, lady! [eats the pizza]

Chandler: What do you want there anyway, Lincoln Lame?

Lincoln: [takes a seat] Someone nabbed one of my birthday presents, and I think one of you is the culprit. [takes out a deck of cards] The game is Go Fish. If I win, you have to turn out your pockets.

Chandler: And what's in it for us?

Lincoln: If you win, you get to keep all my… [close-up on his face] Presents. So, are you feeling lucky?

Chandler: You're on!

Stressed for the Part (1.2)

Luan: [practicing her moos] Moo! Moo! [falsetto] Moooo!!!

Mr. Coconuts: Nah, toots. That's too Holstein. Go lower into your Jersey range.

Luan: Oh, Mr. Coconuts, I can't wait to tell Mrs. Bernardo I got the part!

Mr. Coconuts: She'll be over the moooon, toots!

Luan: Aww...

[Suddenly Mrs. Bernardo walks in with her makeup running]

Don't Escar-go (2.1)

Lincoln: So, what's the occasion, Clyde?

Zach: Yeah, are you buttering us up for something?

Clyde: Ok, here goes. The reason I created this Célébration de Friendship Brunch is because, I've got some big news. It all started last night…

[Flashback to earlier, getting a phone call]

Howard: Clyde, can you get that? And please be careful. That phone is older than our 1930's Dust Bowl glasses.

Clyde: [picks up the phone and answers] Hello?

Nana Gayle: [calling on the other end from Sunset Canyon] Clyde, it's Nana Gayle. Ooh, I've got big news. My best friend, Fleur DuPont, just came to town for a surprise visit. She happens to be the dean of one of the finest cooking academies in the world.

Clyde: I know that academy! It's nearly impossible to get in. They wouldn't even let the Queen of England in. Granted, I've heard her sponge cake is dry-

Nana Gayle: Clyde, get your buns over here! And bring your baked goods, too! If Fleur tries them, oh, she's sure to let you in.

[Clyde hangs up happily; back to the present]

Zach: So, what happened?

Clyde: She loved everything I made! In fact, Dean DuPont said I just have to pass one last exam tonight. I have to cook her an entire dinner. If I nail it, I'll be into the academy!

Stella: Yeah!

Lincoln: Yeah!

Rusty: Yeah, alright! [Clyde starts sniffing] Clyde, what's wrong?

Clyde: [sniffs] There's only one drawback: The school's in… Paris.

Lincoln: [despaired] NOOOOOOOOO! [collapses]

Liam: Aww, it's happening again. Clyde's leaving us, just like when Lincoln done went to Canada.

Clyde: Let's not lose our heads here. I'm not 1,000% sure I'm going yet. They might not even pick me.

Rusty: Your food is divine. Of course you'll get in.

Clyde: I'll miss you guys like crazy, but this is an incredible opportunity. Where else could I learn to cook sole meunière, concombre a la menthe, escargot--

Lincoln: [brushes the imagination aside] Wait, Clyde. What if you could learn to cook all those things here in Royal Woods? I know someone who can teach you. Then we wouldn't lose you.

Rusty: Ooh, give it a try, Clyde. Please?

Stella: Yeah, we're your crew, table 10 at lunch, the Action News Team! We have to stick together.

Clyde: But who are you thinking could teach me?

Lincoln: I know just the guy.

[Royal Woods Middle School cafeteria; the gang talks to Chef Pat]

Stella: Chef Pat, do you know anything about French cooking?

Chef Pat: Pfft, I know everything. I used to be the head chef on a 60-foot yacht off the French Riviera. Here. [takes a buckwheat galette out of her hair net] Try a nutty buckwheat galette.

Zach: Nutty. Smooth. So why do you cook sloppy joes all the time?

Chef Pat: 'Cause that's what you kids like. [walks into the kitchen]

Lincoln: Chet Pat, you have to teach Clyde all about French cooking, or else he's moving to Paris. [slides on his knees; begging] Please!

Chef Pat: Hmm. That's a lot to ask, but I'll do it, on one condition. While I'm with Clyde, you guys gotta take care of my niece, Waffles. If she tries to bite you, give her waffles. They calm her down.

Double Trouble (2.2)

[The Loud twin sisters arrive at Auntie Pam's contest for all the twins of Royal Woods]

Lola: First rule of any contest: Know your enemy, and you can never lose. Who's gonna be our biggest threat?

Lana: Mr. Grouse and Flip?

Lola: [screeches her jeep to a stop] Um, what are you two trying to pull? You're not even related!

Mr. Grouse: What? You don't see the resemblance? [he and Flip both tug their mustaches]

Flip: Ooh, it's in the flavor savers. [they both walk away, chuckling]

Lola: Ugh.

Lana: And what's Liam doing here?

Liam: [to his twin goats] Okay, fellers, eye of the tiger.

Lola: His twins aren't even human!

Liam: Huh? They got every right to be here.

Scoots: [honks and pulls up] Uh, anyone seen my twin sister Mopes? She looks just like me, except for she's on a moped. [drives off]

Lola: No way Scoots has a twin! The universe would never be so cruel.

Mopes: [pulls up] Anyone seen my twin sister Scoots? She looks just like me, except for she's on a scooter. [drives off]

Lola: Okay, Scoots' sister is obviously just her in a wig. This contest is going to be an ice cream cake walk.

Lana: Yeah, we're the only real twins here.

Cheryl: [showing up with her twin] Stop the presses! 'Cause Cheryl…

Meryl: And Meryl…

Both: Have arrived!

Cheryl: Sorry for being tardy, y'all. We may have gotten sucked into an episode of our favorite soap opera, "Southern Hospitality."

Auntie Pam: [blowing her whistle] Alrighty, who's ready to twin it up? Let's get this competition started!

Auntie Pam: [sees Liam's twin goats fighting; blowing her whistle] Disqualified!

Liam: Disqualified? For what?

Auntie Pam: [pulls out a contract] Violation of Auntie Pam's Double Trouble Contract. I can't have my twins fighting. They need to be united.

[As the Double Trouble contest comes to an end at sunset…]

Auntie Pam: Our two final teams are Cheryl and Meryl, and Lola and Lana. And now for the big moment. Our Double Trouble twins and winners of a lifetime supply of ice cream are…lo and behold, Cheryl and Meryl!

[Cheryl and Meryl gasp and squeal in delight over winning; The Loud twins sigh in disappointment and drive back home]

Lola: It's not fair! That crown and ice cream should be ours! [gasps and screeches her jeep to a stop as she and Lana see Liam's twin goats fighting over his shirt]

Liam: [bursts out of a bush, going after them] Hey, wait up, fellers!

Lana: At least we didn't get disqualified for fighting, right?

Lola: [gets an idea] Fight clause. Lana, maybe there's a way we can still win! Cheryl and Meryl just need to start bickering, and Auntie Pam will make us the Double Trouble twins!

Lana: But how do we know they'll fight?

Lola: 'Cause you and I are going to make them.

[Next day at elementary school; Lana is walking with Cheryl on their snack break]

Lana: Thanks for the snack break, Cheryl.

Cheryl: My pleasure, sugar.

Lana: I've never heard a person talk as much as Cheryl. She said, like, a gazillion sentences, and they all started with "sugar."

Lola: Does that mean you got the scoop on how to split up her and Meryl?

Lana: It won't be easy. Those two are tight. They eat ice cream together every night. They watch all the same TV shows, like "Southern Hospitality." They even double-date with their boyfriends.

Lola: [thinking] Hmm, I can work with all that.

Cheryl: [screams as she slips in the melted ice cream and falls on her back; angrily] Meryl, did you spill the ice cream?! Now we got a dairy river the size of the Mississippi on our floor!

Meryl: [miffed] Don't blame me, I didn't do it!

[They growl angrily at each other]

Cheryl: Well, no use cryin' over spilled ice cream. We got plenty more in the backup freezer.

Lola: [disappointed] Ugh!

Meryl: [answers the telephone] Yello, Che-Meryl residence. You got Meryl.

Lola: [impersonating Cheryl] Hey, sugar, it's me, your sister.

Meryl: Hey, sugar.

Lola: I'm in a bit of a pickle here at school. Huggins has a bee in his office. Actually, a lot of bees.

Lana: [hold a jar of bees] Come home safe, my babies. [takes the jar lid off, releasing the bees]

Lola: I'm fixing to be here awhile. You should go ahead and watch the season finale of "Southern Hospitality" without me.

Meryl: What? Well, that don't sound like you at all! You serious about this?

Lola: As serious as a hoedown.

Meryl: Ooh, that is serious. And I am chompin' at the bit to find out this pie thief. Ooh, okay. I'll watch.

[The Loud twins high five as they hear Cheryl and Principal Huggins running away from the bees]

Cheryl: [screaming] Run, Huggins! They think my beehive is their beehive!

[Evening at the Farrell twins' apartment; Meryl is watching the season finale, sobbing while blowing her nose]

Cheryl: [enters the apartment, covered in bee stings] Ooh, boy, did I have a dickens of a day. [realizes] And are you watching the "Southern Hospitality" finale without me?

Meryl: Uh, you called and told me to.

Cheryl: That is a backhoe of lies! I think I would remember something like that!

Meryl: You calling me a fibber?!

Cheryl: If the kitten heel fits!

Meryl: How dare you?!

Cheryl: Hmph! [turns around]

Meryl: Oh, and BTDubs, Wayland is the pie thief! [blows her nose as her sister gasps in horror at the spoilers, and they both go their separate ways]

[The Loud twins smirk at each other while watching]

[Next day at Auntie Pam's parlor; The Farrell twins are still angry with each other during the unveiling of the Double Trouble sundae]

Auntie Pam: Welcome all to the debut of our Double Trouble sundae. Exciting, isn't it, Double Trouble twins? [takes out the ceremonial scissors] Who wants to cut the ribbon?

Meryl: [takes the scissors] I'll do it.

Cheryl: I'm surprised you haven't already done it without me, you low-down pie thief spoiler!

Meryl: [spitefully cuts her twin's hair with the scissors as the crowd gasps] Oops.

Auntie Pam: [gasps] Ok, ladies, settle down.

Lana: The sign-up line for our Unlimited Double Trouble ice cream party starts here!

Lola: And remember, it's VIPs only.

Cheryl: [over P.A.; upset] Morning… [sobbing] Roosters. Today's lunch will be two identical twin fish sticks! Sorry, Principal Huggins, it's just that Meryl is gone! [sobbing hysterically; the Loud twins rush over investigating as Principal Huggins comforts her] After our tussle at Auntie Pam's parlor, we was both madder than wet hens, so this morning, Meryl packed up her stuff and left for the bus station! [Lola and Lana look even more guilty for what they have both done as she continues sobbing]

Meryl: What is she doing here?

Lola: Look, Meryl, if you want to be mad someone, be mad at us.

Lana: Yeah, we wanted ice cream so bad, we tricked you two into fighting.

[The Farrell twins gasp upon hearing this]

Lola: It was stupid, and we feel so terrible. If anyone knows how much twins need each other, it's us.

Lana: Yeah, you can't leave, Meryl. Twins gotta stick together.

Meryl: [looks down at her twin, smiles back] Well, I guess I could stay. After all, you are the soft serve to my waffle cone.

Cheryl: [squeals and hops into her twin's arms] We gotta celebrate our reunion!

[Auntie Pam's; the two pair of twins are all enjoying their ice cream]

Lola: You know, you should throw more twin soirees.

Scoots: [drives in] I heard about the twin party. Guess our invite got lost in the mail.

Lola: Spare us, Scoots. We know your "sister," Mopes, isn't real.

Mopes: [showing up in the flesh] What are you lookie-loos staring at?

Scoots: You never seen twins before?

Flip This Flip (3.1)

Lincoln: Um, what's going on?

[Nacho chitters while pointing at the label of Gobblesworth Farm, swooning over it, and makes smooching noises]

Lana: OK, from what I understand- my raccoon's a little rusty- the lady on the framed turkey label is Flip's old middle school crush, um… Tommy Hogglesfort?

Flip: Tammy Gobblesworth! [sighs] My one true love. I always thought she and I would eat food off of other people's plates together forever. [flashback to the middle school Christmas dance] But then I got locked out of the school dance and missed my one shot to impress her! [collapses after the flashback fades back to the present]

[Nacho chitters more while pointing at the label and mimes like a chicken]

Lana: [translating] Ever since Flip found the label, he's been attempting to call and ask her to dinner, but he keeps chickening out.

Flip: [popping up] Hey, chickening out is a bit harsh.

Lincoln: Flip, you can totally do this. There's nothing to be afraid of.

Lana: Yeah. You're Flip Phillipini. You're a legend!

Lincoln: Welcome to Flip This Flip, where we take people that are complete disasters and make them shiny and new. Let's meet our panel of experts.

Lana: Lana: Hygiene.

Leni: Leni: Fashion.

Lola: Lola: Etiquette.

Lisa: Lisa: Interesting Conversation.

Lincoln: Lincoln: Transportation. What? You guys took all the good categories.

Flip: You did your best, Loudsters. I blew it with Tammy.

Lana: [gasps] Blew it. Yes! [inhales and blows the French horn, sending Flip flying in the air with his outfit coming off, and slides on the floor in front of Tammy]

Tammy: Oh, Phillip, are you okay? And where are your pants?

Flip: I gotta level with you, Tammy. Uh, I'm not a fancy tuxedo-wearing guy who oozes sophistication. The only thing I ooze is nacho cheese. Seriously, my sweat's orange. I was only trying to impress you 'cause you're so classy and glamorous. I'm not classy, I'm just gassy.

Lincoln: [to the viewers while peddling] Next time, I'm hiring a limo.

Haunted House Call (3.2)

Lucy: Okay, salespeople, normies love cheerfulness. Let's see those smiles. [The other Morticians make weird creepy smiles on their faces] Forget the smiles. [rings the doorbell as Mr. Grouse answers the door] Gloomy morning, Mr. Grouse. Would you be interested in buying some homemade eyeball pops?

Persephone: We're raising money to attend Casket Con this weekend.

Morpheus: They'll be unveiling the new Model C casket from Caskets R Us. It hovers, thereby totally removing the need for polders.

Boris: We're running a special. Four eyeball pops for the price of three.

Mr. Grouse: Not now, creepy Loud and you creepy friends. I've got my own problem. I can't catch my couch to take a nap!

[Inside the house, his furniture is floating]

Dante: Oh, yeah. That's a ghost problem.

Mr. Grouse: What was your first clue? When my loveseat walked itself into the kitchen?

Lucy: Good morrow. Are you haunted by a specter?

Morticians: ♪ If a ghost is haunting you / And you have no clue what to do ♪

Dante: [dressed in a bedsheet while hanging] ♪ Don't just stand and scream ♪ [bumps into the camera]

Morticians: ♪ Call the number on your screen ♪

Rodney: It's destroying my clothing and spilling my most expensive cologne: Night Sweat! You have to help me!

Lucy: Ghost, reveal yourself. [A ghost dude, wearing a tuxedo T-shirt reveals himself] Spirit, what is your unfinished business here?

Dude Ghost: I was supposed to be buried in a real tux, but this joker put me in a tuxedo T-shirt! I want a refund!

Rodney: No refunds! Besides, your order form just said tuxedo, so I went with our casual package.

Dude Ghost: I can't cross over in this! I'll be laughed out of the afterlife!

Rodney: Hmph!

Haiku: What about an exchange?

[Later, Rodney has dressed the ghost dude in a genuine tuxedo]

Dude Ghost: Now this is what I'm talking about.

Rodney: And here's your complementary bottle of Night Sweat!

Dude Ghost: [flinches in disgust] Yeah, I'm good.

Liam: [as donkey Dolly's ghostly spirit reveals herself; gasps] It's Mee-Maw's prized donkey, Dolly.

Persephone: Do you know why Dolly is haunting you?

Liam: I do. I once broke our fence mud-wrestling with Virginia. And then, blamed it on Dolly. [Dolly brays angrily] I know. Ain't a moment I'm too proud of. Dolly, I'm gonna make this right. [walks into his house; off-screen] Brace yourself, Mee-Maw. You're about to be madder than a wet peacock.

[Farrell twin's apartment; The TV is changing the channel back and forth from "Southern Hospitality" to "Hipster Island"]

Cheryl: Somethin' keeps changing our channel. And we're missing the season finale of "Southern Hospitality!"

Lucy: This is definitely the work of a ghost. Spirit, show yourself.

[The ghostly spirit of a hipster appears, sitting next to the twins as they gasp]

Hipster Ghost: This used to be my pad, brahs. And I need to find out who rid "Hipster Island."

Cheryl: I use bra pads, too. But we gotta see if Sue Ellen chooses Brad or his evil twin, Chad.

Lucy: You could always record "Southern Hospitality", and watch it later.

Cheryl: Well, we'll have to delete some of our crime shows, but, it's a deal. Make yourself comfy, I'll be right back with three bowls of ice cream.

Lucy: Nice doing business with you. Let's get you back to the portal and--

Buzz: Change of plans: Turns out, haunting people is the bee's knees.

Persephone: But what about the afterlife?

Buzz: Overrating. Later! [flies away]

Persephone: Buzz is going to terrorize all of Royal Woods if we don't stop him.

Haiku: But Casket Con's only open for another hour. We're going to miss the unveiling of the Model C.

Lucy: Sigh. We created this mess, so we need to clean it up.

The Taunting Hour (5.1)

[Evening; The Loud family returns home as Lynn stomps straight upstairs to her room, groaning in agitation]

Rita: I've never seen Lynn freeze up like that. I hope she doesn't take it too hard. [Lynn angrily starts making banging sounds from upstairs] Oh, no! She's rage-lifting again! And those sound like 50-pounders.

Lisa: [imitates buzzer] Correction: 60-pounders.

Lincoln: Uh, I'll go talk to her.

Judge: [on video footage] Ugh. Just a rehash of her ribbon dance of the Little Miss Miss Thing Pageant. Excuse me while I yawn.

Lynn Sr.: [on video footage] Oh, boy. Where's the ding dang darn erase button?!

Lynn: Okay, so maybe Lola has a critic, too. How's that supposed to help me?

Lincoln: I thought you might say that. What if I could show you that's it's not just Lola, it's everyone in our family.

Lynn: Fine. If it'll keep the emus out of my head, I'll give you chance. But if you're wrong, I get to give you a hundred noogies.

Lincoln: [nervously] Is there any room for negotiation? [Lynn snorts as she snarls] Okay, and we're moving on.

Burnt Bean Manager: [as the Moon Goats play their song] Ugh! This group sounds worse than my grandma's piccolo band. And you call that foam?

Lincoln: [showing Lynn a user writing negative comments on Luan's comedy website] Check out these comments on Luan's comedy blog. This user, Youre_Not_Funny_123, writes a lot. "Not funny," thumbs-down emoji, "noot fubby"… I think they meant to write "not funny" again, but you get the idea.

[Evening at the Loud House; The criticized Louds burst through the front door, confronting Lincoln as he screams as the couch tips over and himself]

Luna: Why did you have to tell us about our haters, dude?

Lisa: Now we're all freezing up!

Lincoln: Look, I'm sorry I told you guys about your critics. I was just only trying to help Lynn.

Lynn: [irately punches a hole in the door] STINKOLN!

Lincoln: [nervously] I hope that's a happy "Stinkoln".

Lynn: Your dumb "cure" didn't cure me! Scoots heckled me some more and now I've got emu legs again! Wasn't even at a game. It was at the mall food court!

Lincoln: Lynn, why are you paying attention to Scoots? Why are any of you paying attention to those people? It doesn't matter what they say.

Mr. Coconuts: It's easy for you to say! You don't have to deal with it!

Lola: You just go around ruining lives!

[After the criticized Louds watch the footage of Chandler heckling Lincoln as he keeps on ignoring him]

Lynn: Dude, that Chandler's a real jerk.

Lincoln: Yeah, he is. [hops off the sofa] But he doesn't bother me, and that's the whole point. I mean, at first he really got to me, but the more I ignored him, the easier it got. Plus, why should I care what he has to say? I'm doing what I love, and that's all that matters.

Rita: And if you can handle Chandler, I think we can handle our critics. Right, everyone?

Luna: Totally.

Lynn Sr.: Yeah, I guess so.

Mr. Grouse: Hey, Loud!

Lynn Sr.: [covers his ears with his fingers] Ah, I can't hear you, Grouse!

Mr. Grouse: I was just going to tell you-

Lynn Sr.: I'm blocking out the haters! [starts singing] ♪ La la la la- ♪

Mr. Grouse: You forgot to put on the parking brake again.

[Lynn Sr.'s eyes widen in horror; Outside, Vanzilla starts rolling backwards]

Kids: Dad, Vanzilla!

Lynn Sr.: [chases after his van and screams] BABY, PLEASE COME BACK! I'M SO SORRY!!!

Musical Chairs (5.2)

[Lincoln feels dejected after getting to change to another seat in Mr. Bolhofner's class at lunchtime]

Clyde: What's wrong, Lincoln? You've barely touched the cheesecake bites I made you. Is the cheese-to-cake ratio not to your liking?

Lincoln: No, Clyde. The ratio is perfect, per usual. It's just, I don't know what to do. Bolhofner won't change my seat.

Rusty: Three words, bro: "Butter him up."

Liam: Oh, he ain't wrong. [grabs a stick of butter] One time Virginia, she got her head stuck in a fence and we used a whole mess of margarine to get her out. The key is to rub it around the jowls like so. [rubs the butter on his cheeks]

Clyde: [disgusted] Ugh.

Rusty: I meant he's gotta charm the man.

Liam: [chuckles] I knew that. Just testing y'all. [eats the butter]

Rusty: A while back, I wanted to go skydiving with my cousin, Derek, but my dad wouldn't let me, so I spent the whole week doing nice things for him. And bam, check it! [plays a video of him skydiving with his cousin while screaming]

Lincoln: Hmm. Maybe I should try buttering up the Hof.

[The next day at Mr. Bolhofner's trailer; Mr. Bolhofner is grading papers]

Lincoln: [enters] So, Mr. B, how was the band practice? That I set up, which I was glad to do, by the way?

Mr. Bolhofner: [chuckles] Yeah, right. Ugh.

Lincoln: [sighs] I guess I'll take my seat, then.

[Chandler has set up a bucket of hot sauce above Lincoln's seat, laughing evilly]

Mr. Bolhofner: That's not your seat, Loud! You sit there now.

[He points to Lincoln's new seat, which has a bright light upon it]

Lincoln: [smugly] Bye-bye, Chandler. [leaves to his new seat]

[Chandler growls as he dumps the hot sauce on the seat, destroying it in the process]

Lincoln: [relaxes in his new seat, and is elated to find it can recline at the push of a button] Whoa.

Student: Chocolate? [offers a box of chocolates] I always have extras.

Lincoln: Wow, thank you! [takes them]

Student: Oh, and if you ever get tense, I keep a massager under my desk! Feel free to use it!

Lincoln: Really? I wouldn't want to impose- [the student puts the massager on his neck] Oh, yeah. [the bell rings; the student reaches for the massager] Leave it.

A Bug's Strife (6.1)

[The Louds walk out of the house and enter Vanzilla]

Rita: Oh! Double check, make sure I have my key. Mm. [her husband comes out, looking quite sick] Honey, you shouldn't be out here. Go back inside and get to bed.

Lynn Sr.: I just wanted to see you guys off. I'll miss you while you're at Aunt Ruth's today. It's a ding-dang shame I'm going to miss the slideshow of her bus tour of "the Malls of the Midwest." [sneezes]

Rita: Aw. Gesundheit. It's okay. Aunt Ruth will totally understand.

Lola: [walking out of the house; grumpily] It's not fair. Why does Daddy get to stay home? [Lynn Sr. sneezes again; disgusted] Ugh, question answered.

Rita: Get lots of rest. We'll see you tonight. [walks into Vanzilla and starts backing up]

Leni: Bye, Dad!

Lynn: Feel better, Pops.

[Aunt Ruth's house; In the living room, she is showing the Louds her Malls of the Midwest slideshow; Leni is the only one interested in watching]

Aunt Ruth: And here's a bathroom stall from a mall in Indianapolis. This one had auto-flushing like the ones at a fancy steakhouse.

Lynn: [bored out of her mind] Dad's so lucky to be home sleeping. Ugh.

Aunt Ruth: Shh! Lynn, you're gonna miss the massage chairs at the mall at Walnut Grove!

[Lynn Sr. rushes over to Mr. Grouse's house and knocks on the door]

Mr. Grouse: No one's home! Go away!

Lynn Sr.: Mr. Grouse, I need your help!

Mr. Grouse: [opens the door] Oh, lookie, it's a Loud. Shocker. What do you want, and how fast can I get rid of you?

Lynn Sr.: Remember the spare key I gave you for emergencies? Well, this is an emergency.

Mr. Grouse: Oh, yeah, sure. I keep it in a bowl right here. [shows a bowl that's filled with countless keys] Yeah, this might take a minute.

Rita: Oh, honey, you must've been so delirious you trashed the house! I had no idea you were this sick. You need to get to bed immediately. [the porch suddenly collapses, sending both her and her husband to the ground] But not here. Kids, come on. We have to go.

Lynn Sr.: Ah! Move to Canada. Smart. Chirpy won't find us there. [chuckles]

Rita: No. We'll stay with Aunt Ruth until the house is repaired. She'll be happy to help nurse you back to health. I should warn you, though, she'll want to show you her Malls of the Midwest slideshow.

All the Rage (6.2)

Zach: You mad 'cause your favorite contestant cheated?

Clyde: Zamir didn't cheat! He would never cheat!

Lincoln: Maybe you can root for a different contestant. What about Maneet?

Clyde: Maneet's cream puffs… [with his eyes glowing red, muscles bulging, and clenching his fist in fury] ARE DRY! [begins throwing dodgeballs in full rage]

Stella: Guys, I think we just won.

Scoop Snoop (7.1)

[Royal Woods Middle School; Liam is recording the footage of Stella reporting on the school field]

Stella: This is Stella Zhau reporting. [suspiciously] Someone's been letting their pet go potty here on the school field and not cleaning it up. Well, the Action News Team are here to reveal the "poop-etrator." [gasps and looks ahead to see a "dog" with their owner both wearing identical disguises] Here they come now! Kangaroos, time to bust some scum!

[As Liam and Stella run over to the owner and their "dog", they are outsped by Katherine Mulligan and her cameraman]

Liam: What?!

Katherine: This is a Katherine Mulligan news exclusive. I'm unmasking the serial pet pooper. [takes the hat off the owner, revealing to be Vic] The owner is Vic. And the pet pooper is Gilly!

Liam: [confused] Jumpin' jackalopes. How in the world did she steal our story?

[Sunset Canyon Retirement Home; Zach is recording the footage of Rusty with an "old lady" at a table writing on a piece of paper in the background behind him]

Rusty: The Action News Team has received a tip that somebody famous is hiding out here disguised as an old lady. Prepare to have your minds blown.

Katherine: [coming out from under the table] I'm Katherine Mulligan exposing this "little old lady" as… [pulls the wig/mask off, revealing…] Mick Swagger in disguise. He's holed up here as he writes songs for his new album, "Mick or Treat."

Zach: [annoyed in anger] Hey, that was our scoop!

Scoots: [wheeling over and points to him] Nobody punks us, Brit boy! PUDDING HIM!

[Everyone gathers angrily around Mick and a loud splatting sound is heard from outside; Later, the Action News Team are peddling to Gus' Games and Grub]

Lincoln: This is the story of the century.

Stella: It's cool of Gus to tip us off he's discontinuing spaghetti pizza.

Clyde: [sobbing] It's a dark day for the culinary world. [he and Lincoln bump into the back of Katherine's NEWS 3 van and fall off]

Action News Team: [gasp] Oh, no!

Katherine: This is the last bite of the last slice of the last spaghetti pizza Gus will ever serve. [eats the last bite-sized piece] I'm Katherine Mulligan reporting that you'll never know just how delicious that was.

Stella: [annoyed] I don't get it! How does Katherine Mulligan keep scooping us?!

Rusty: Someone has to be leaking to her. My cousin Derek's studying to be a plumber. He says; "You have to find a leak and plug it, or it gets worse."

Lincoln: Rusty's right. If we don't do something, this could be the end of The Action News Team.

Clyde: Wait. Can we a moment of silence for… [sniffles sadly] spaghetti pizza?

Lincoln: So if it's not Chef Pat, who could be tipping off Katherine?

[The team sees the art teacher, Mr. Mu, putting up a poster and gasp]

Stella: Mr. Mu, the art teacher. He was on Clyde's Culture Corner last week demonstrating papier-mâché.

Clyde: That's right. And I saw him scooping out our studio while he was raiding the complimentary snacks table.

Clyde: We're never gonna find the leak at this rate. There are too many people at school to investigate.

Rusty: [eating a bowl of grapes] We shouldn't be following the rat, we should wait at the nest.

Liam: Then what in the manure pile does that even mean?

Rusty: Katherine is the nest, dawgs! If we follow her, the "leaker", or "rat", is gonna come to her.

Lincoln: Then we'll have our culprit! Rusty, that's a brilliant idea! Looks like it's time for an Action News Team undercover investigation!

[The Action News Team poses; Next morning, Lincoln, Clyde, and Stella are outside in front of Katherine's house, suspiciously watching her from the bushes as she eats a Danish that popped out from the toaster]

Lincoln: 8:02. Katherine takes a bite of Danish.

Stella: Roger that.

Rusty: [popping out] 'Sup, dudes?

Stella: Rusty, you're late! [sniffs with disgust] Ugh, what's that awful smell?

Rusty: I was helping my dad pick a cologne to wow his gal pal. He lands it on Undersea Daydream.

[Lincoln, Clyde and Stella gag over the scent and gasp as Katherine exits her house and hide behind the bushes; Katherine gets into her car and drives off - humming a tune]

Lincoln: Suspect's on the move. Let's go.

Stella: Come on, Zach!

[The Burpin' Burger, Katherine and her cameraman eat their lunch; Liam and Rusty hide in the trash can as Liam pops his hand out out of the lid with his phone, trying to record the footage]

Liam: Rusty, ya got your knee square in my gizzard.

Rusty: Then stop moving around, dawg!

Liam: Shh.

Rusty: [as Katherine and her cameraman empty their trays into the trash can] Augh! Horseradish in the eye! Ugh.

Katherine: Katherine Mulligan wants to know, did this garbage can just talk? [shrugs and walks off out of sight as soon as Rusty and Liam tip over, exhausted]

[Royal Woods Bowling Alley; Katherine and Patchy Drizzle are bowling against each other as Patchy knocks down the 10 pins]

Patchy: Yahoo! Today's forecast: a 100% chance of winning for Patchy Drizzle!

Katherine: I'm getting some developing news. It ain't over till the last frame. [interrupted by Lincoln and Clyde, disguised as their grandmothers as she's about to bowl]

Lincoln: [imitating Myrtle] Don't mind us, sweetie. We're just a couple of senior ladies bowling.

[Zach, in his bush disguise, takes out his phone to record the footage, but wobbles and collides with them, rolling them across the alley and knocking down the 10 pins]

Katherine: Katherine Mulligan wants to know, did that bush just bowl a strike?

Lincoln: Okay, so Stella made a notebook of some "hot news leads", but they're all fake. We "accidentally" drop it here by Principal Ramirez's car. As the "rat," she "finds it" and takes it to "the nest." Any questions?

Clyde: Can you go over that one more time? I got lost in all the air quotes.

Lincoln: I'll explain as we hide.

[A week later, back at Tall Timbers Park, Principal Ramirez meets up with Katherine again]

Katherine: Oh. Principal Ramirez. Glad you could make it.

[The Action News Team peep from a bush]

Lincoln: Gotcha. Principal Ramirez! [running towards the two women along with the rest of his team] Action News Team!

Katherine: Excuse me.

Lincoln: Principal Ramirez, how much has Katherine Mulligan been paying you to steal our news stories?

Principal Ramirez: I don't know what you're talking about.

Clyde: [holds up his mic in front of her, making her trip into the lake] We're asking the questions here!

Rusty: The jig is up, Katherine "Shady Shader" Mulligan! The book Principal Ramirez was going to give you is a bunch of phony news leads we planted. Bam! [looks closely at the title on the book cover] "Passion under the Pompeii Moon?" Uh-oh.

Principal Ramirez: [angrily snatches the book from Rusty] You bet you're "uh-oh." Ms. Mulligan and I are in a book club together. Now someone get me out of here.

Katherine: That's the story. We've been meeting to swap novels we're reading.

Stella: So you weren't leaking our stories?

Principal Ramirez: [brushing the lake water off her skirt] Of course not! Is this what you spend your time on, making false accusations?! I have half a mind to shut down the Action News Team.

Stella: Please, don't.

Rusty: No, dawg!

Lincoln: We're sorry.

Liam: Give us another chance.

Katherine: I'm Katherine Mulligan and…I agree with these children. Sure they got the story wrong, but they got real drive. It reminds me of me when I was thriving out. I say they deserve a second chance.

Principal Ramirez: [over her mind; annoyed] Fine. [gets out of the lake as the Action News Team high five in celebration] But no more wild goose chases, or knocking principals in lakes.

Zach: Promise.

Lincoln: We swear.

Rusty: It was Zach.

Eye Can't (7.2)

Lisa: [entering the kitchen] Good morn… [bumps into Charles] When did we put the trash can here?

Rita: Honey, that's Charles.

Lisa: Ah, yes, of course. Hmm. Ah! Here's the orange juice I was looking for. [mistakes the flower vase and takes it off the table]

Rita: Have you noticed Lisa's been acting a little off this week?

[Flashback to Lisa bumping into the end table, and another of her bumping into the stair railing]

Lisa: Pardon me, father. [cut to her petting a skunk, mistaking it for Cliff] Good boy, Cliff. Good boy.

Leni: [frightened] Uh, Lisa? That's not Cliff.

[Flashback ends as the skunk sprays on the siblings, screaming off-screen]

Lynn Sr.: Yeah. She needs new glasses.

Lisa: [returns to the kitchen, soaked in water] Ah, silly me, I mistook a vase of flowers for orange juice. Ah! Here's the actual orange juice.

Lynn Sr.: That's hot coffee! Sweetie, look, Mom and I think it's time for you to go to the eye doctor.

Lisa: What? Poppycock! Now if you'll excuse me, I shall be in the living room.

Todd: [while removing the cactus thorns] What is the problem? It's just the eye doctor.

Lisa: The problem, Todd, is that I have an irrational phobia of the ophthalmologist.

Todd: But that does not compute. You are a genius.

Lisa: I said it was irrational, Todd. And I've tried to train myself to move-past it, but, I can't!

Lisa: [falls down the stairs and lands flat on her face in front of her parents] Problem solved, parents. I've forged myself a new pair of glasses, and all is well. [opens her eyes - still abnormal through her glasses]

Lynn Sr.: Counterpoint, you did kinda just fall down the stairs.

Lisa: Eh. You say tomato, I say mildly near-sighted.

Rita: And I say tomorrow morning you are going to the eye doctor, and, maybe the pediatrician too to see if you have any damage from that fall.

Lisa: Fine.

Dine and Bash (8.1)

[Vanzilla pulls up at Lynn's Table and the siblings get out and walk in]

Todd: Have a good afternoon, sweeties. Don't forget to do your homework. I'll be checking. [drives away]

Lisa: Note to self: Dial back Todd's maternal mode.

[As the Loud siblings enter, they're overwhelmed to see the place crowded in a rush]

Lynn Sr.: Oh, good, you're here! Before you jump into homework, I need your help with the afternoon rush.

Lincoln: No problem. Guys, fan out.

Lynn Sr.: Oh, you kids are a big help, especially with Mom off visiting Lori for Mother-Daughter Golf Day. [the phone rings and answers it] Lynn's Table. Come in if you're able. You've got Lynn.

Kotaro: Lynn, I have some exciting news. The Doo-Dads just booked a big gig tonight at Sunset Canyon!

Lynn Sr.: [gasps in excitement] No we "Dadn't!"

Kotaro: Yes we "Dad!" It's Bernie's third wedding! He's marrying his lady friend from Boca.

Lynn Sr.: [realizes in disappointment] Ohh! Ding, dang, darnit! I have to work the dinner shift. I gave Grant the night off to play "Orcs, Horks, Wizards, and Pork" with his friends.

Grant: [enters the kitchen wearing a wizard costume] Many thanks, Spirit Wizard Loud! May your harvest be fruitful this moon! [leaves]

Lynn Sr.: You guys should just do the gig without this Doo-Dad.

Kotaro: But a band with just one cowbell is no band at all.

Lincoln: Hey, Dad, what if we took over the restaurant tonight?

Lynn Sr.: [touched] Aw, that's sweet of you guys, but a night alone's a big responsibility.

Lola: [chuckles] We know this place like the back of our flawless hands. Ew! Time for a mani.

Sofa, So Good (8.2)

Lynn Sr.: Oh, kids! We have a surprise!

[The siblings rush into the living room]

Lola: You were saying about a surprise for me?

Lynn Sr.: [facing the opposite direction] Your mother and I have been talking… [Rita turns him back the right way] Oh, hey everybody. And since it's been seven days since we had any house or life-threatening disasters…

Rita: We thought you all deserve a big surprise.

Lynn Sr.: [leaves] Just keep that streak going a little bit longer.

Rita: And we'll be back with the surprise by 4:00! [leaves and closes the door]

Lincoln: I bet it's an indoor pool.

Lucy: I bet it's a family burial plot.

Lana: I bet it's a Clydesdale.

Lynn: I bet it's tickets to Jelly Wrestlefest 1 15!

Lincoln: No. No. [Lynn does a wrestling jump and landed on him as he groans]

Lisa: [clears throat] You can call me the proverbial wet blanket, stick in the mud, resident sourpuss but, based on statistical averages, there's a 98.3% probability that we're going to mess up before the day is out.

Lincoln: [looks up to Luan, stuck whilst sitting on the ceiling] Uh, Luan, what's going on up there?

Luan: Looks like we've got a sit-uation.

Lincoln: We did it! All we gotta do now is bring the furniture back in. [outside, they notice the furniture is missing] Uh, guys, where's the furniture?

The Last Laugh (9.1)

[Luan returns home from the workshop two hours later]

Lola: How's Mr. Coconuts?

Luan: He's out of surgery. Dr. Ted soldered his leg back on and said he'd be as good as new with a little sanding and some primer.

Lola: Oh thank goodness. I'm sorry for hitting him with my car… allegedly.

Luan: There's just one problem, Mr. Coconuts is gonna be at the shop for a few days but we booked a party, they're expecting a ventriloquist act, and I don't know what to do. [moves her hand like a mouth] Me talking like this just seems a little weird.

Lola: Well, you've done weirder. Anyway, I wish I could help but I've got another glam sesh with Mr. Grouse at 4:30. Bye. [walks away]

Luan: [gets an idea] You can help me. You can be my new dummy.

Lola: [chuckles] Sweetie, Lola Loud is no one's dummy.

Luan: See, you made a joke already. You know, I wouldn't be in this situation if you hadn't splintered Mr. C's femur all over the hallway.

Lola: Allegedly. Look how 'bout I cover his medical bills? Up to one hundred dollars. [goes upstairs]

Luan: Huh. Guess I'll just find someone else to perform with me. To a packed house.

Lola: A packed house? You mean people really come to your shows?

Luan: Yup, and this time it would be your show. Just like your pageants you'd be the star.

Lola: [slides back downstairs] You'd be the star is my favorite sentence ever! [jumps in Luan's hand] You got yourself a dummy!

Driver's Dread (9.2)

Leni: OMGosh, Lori, I'm so excited to see you this weekend!

Lori: Samesies! It'll be like old times. Spending the whole day shopping at the Outlet Mall. Did you know everything is 50% off?

Leni: So if we go twice, it'll be 100% off!

Lori: [confused] Huh?

Leni: BTDubs, Tanya's coming along. She's desperate for a new look. [to Tanya] Don't stress out, Tanya. I'll find someone to drive us there.

Lori: You know, Leni, maybe it's time you tried to get your license again.

Leni: I thought about it, then it scared me, so I stopped thinking about it. Remember the last time? [flashback to the events of "Driving Miss Hazy" where she crashed Vanzilla into a pool] Is this the carpool lane? [back to present] There is no way I'm going through that again. The only thing that scares me more than driving is shoulder pads and perms. [shudders] But don't worry! I'll find a way to get there.

[Rita is in the kitchen writing an article while getting highly caffeinated]

Rita: Latte, expresso, macchiato, Fortado… Oh! Those rhyme!

Leni: Mom? Could you drive me to the mall this weekend? Dad can't-

Rita: I'm sorry, sweetie, I can't. I have to finish a big article about coffee, coffee, coffee. And now I gotta pee, pee, pee! [runs for the bathroom while holding her bladder]

Leni: You can't! Lola's taking one of her four-hour baths, and she's only on hour two.

Rita: [bolts out the back door] MR. GROUSE, I NEED YOUR BATHROOM! [peeks out] Maybe you can take the bus.

Bummer Camp (10.1)

Leonard: [calling in on the TV from Camp Mastodon] Hello? Is this thingy on? I just see me. [sees his grandkids as he backs up] Up, there you are! Ah, hi, my little minnows!

Lincoln: Hey, Gramps. What's up?

Leonard: Well, kiddos, I'm in a bind. I got a new batch of campers coming in a week, and my counselors just bailed on me during training! I'm as stuck as a boat at low tide! Why, without counselors, I'll have to close down Mastodon and return to life at sea.

[The kids gasp in shock]

Lincoln: Wait, what?

Leonard: Ah, breaks my heart. I love this ding-dang camp. All the summers your dad and I spent here together… [sighs] So, if you know any counselors, just let me know. Gramps, over and out. How do you… where do I- WHOA! [drops the camera in the lake, where a fish swims over before the call disconnects]

Lynn: Gramps leaving?! Major foul! I don't want him to go! [starts venting her rage by kicking the couch]

Luna: None of us do, dudette. We just got him back!

Lucy: We have to find some counselors for Gramps. I'll see if any of my undertaker friends are looking to pick up extra cash.

Lincoln: Wait! We can be Gramps's counselors. Then the camp will stay open and he won't go. Who's with me? [the sisters cheer] Camp Mastodon, here we come! [notices they're still watching The Dream Boat] Um, guys?

Lola: Yeah, we're gonna need five minutes. We have to see who Brynn picked!

Leonard: Well, rig my sails! I'm impressed, kiddos! Guess you won't have any trouble with the rest of 'em! [points to even more barnacle-encrusted canoes] Well, let me know when you're finished! [leaves]

Lisa: Now we know why all those other counselors quit.

Lynn: Yeah, Gramps is running this camp like he ran his fishing boat, and it's 0% fun!

Lisa: And if he keeps this up, he'll run off his future campers, too. Mastodon will be done for, and Gramps will leave us! I'm afraid we must tell him.

[Lincoln is chase by a runaway jackhammer]

Sleepstakes (10.2)

[Lana gets an invitation and hides it in her hat]

Rita: Lana, what are you hiding? Is that another note from Principal Huggins about bathing more frequently?

Lana: No. He gave up on that. [takes the invitation out of her hat] It's an invitation to a sleepover my friend Kayla's having. But as all of you know, I'm really bad at sleepovers.

Rita: [comforting her] Oh, honey, you're not bad at them. You've just never made it through one.

Lana: I always get so homesick. Sleeping at someone else's house, on their pillows, smelling their smells. [raises her arm] I'd prefer my own smells.

Lola: [as she and Rita gag over her stinky armpits] We don't.

Lana: And what if I have a nightmare? It's just too much for me.

Lynn Sr.: But Lana, don't you wanna go to Kayla's? You guys always have so much fun together.

Lana: Of course I wanna go. My other friends, Kristen and Ashley are gonna be there too. But I'm hopeless! I won't last 30 minutes!

Lincoln: Maybe we can help you. We all have experience with sleepovers. Maybe we can show you some trick that will get you over the homesickness.

Lucy: Good idea, Lincoln. We could have a few practice runs and work up to the big night.

Cat-astrophe (11.1)

Harold: Go for Harold?

Nana Gayle: Harold, it's your mother.

Harold: Oh! Hi, Mom! Clyde, come say hi to Nana!

Clyde: Hi, Nana Gayle!

Nana Gayle: Hey there, baby. What time are you boys coming around for our annual birthday celebration? You didn't forget my big day, did you?

Harold: [shocked] Your big day?

[Howard gasps, takes out his phone, and scrolls to Nana Gayle's birthday on their daily schedule, realizing they forgot, and faints]

Nana Gayle: Wait, what is this? Fish cake? Milk fountain? Weird lady in a cat suit? Boys, what's going on?

Harold: [guilty] I'm sorry, Mom. We got so distracted planning Cleopawtra and Nepurrtiti's graduation party that we…forgot your birthday.

Howard: We thought if we brought everything from the cat's party here, we could still give you a great birthday.

Clyde: We're sorry, Nana. [sighs sadly] We really messed up.

Scoots: Yeah, you did. Come on, Gayle. Let 'em have it! Mama loves the drama!

Nana Gayle: [chuckles] There's no drama, Scoots.

Scoots: Boo! Fine, I'll go make my own. Tyler, I told you your cats couldn't live with us. We're taking them to your sister's.

Prize Fighter (11.2)

Dana: [seeing Lola] Brace yourselves! It's Lola Loud!

Cheryl: If you hear about the Minnie McFiggle award, our minds are made up and you can't change them.

Lola: I don't want to. I just came over to tell you I think Diana is an excellent choice.

Howard: It's a trap! [gets under the table]

Lola: No, I mean it. She deserves it way more than me. The McFiggle is about serving the community, the only person I've been serving is myself. I'm sorry about the way I behaved.

Crashed Course (13.1)

Lisa: Sibling? I'm discerning a heightened sense of anxiety. What's the prob?

Lincoln: Ronnie Anne sent me that package, so anything could pop out.

[Flashback to Lincoln getting a package filled with soiled diapers on his birthday, another one of getting splattered in the face with eggs on Christmas, and another one of Sergio popping out and attacking him, with a camera taking a picture of the attack]

[Lincoln calls the rest of his sisters for an emergency meeting in Leni's room, to discuss Lori's grades on her progress report]

Lincoln: [bangs Lori's shoe like a gavel] We have a big problem, everybody. Lori's flunking out of Fairway!

[The siblings all gasp in horror]

Leni: [checking her phone and gets a message] OMGosh, you guys. Just look at her SwiftyPic page! [shows Lori's various posts of her having fun] She's not focusing on college, like, at all!

Lisa: [wheeling in a TV] Siblings, I've run a computer simulation of what Lori's future will look like with such dismal grades. [shows the first slide of Lori getting expelled while being kicked out] Our elder sister will be kicked out of college. [shows another slide of her stirring cheese at Flip's with Nacho commanding] She'll start working by day at the Food 'n' Fuel as Nacho's cheese intern. [shows another slide of her feeding pudding to Scoots] By night, she'll be Scoots' personal pudding feeder.

[The siblings all shriek in shock]

Lana: We gotta go and help Lori before she messes up her whole life!

Lisa: [sighs] Sadly, it won't do any good. For reasons unknown, she always rejects our spirited attempts to help.

Lincoln: Well, you're in luck because I've already got a plan. [takes the clicker and shows his own presentation] We go to Fairway, staying undercover so Lori won't see us. Then we remove all of her distractions so she has no choice but to focus on school.

Luna: Whoa, nice one, bro. Let's do it!

Lincoln: [exiting Vanzilla] Alright, we're going to do this David Steele style.

Luan: Aww. Playing spy again?

Lincoln: Luan, this is not playing. I have this mission planned out from top to bottom. [rips off his clothes, revealing his David Steele outfit] So first, we gotta disguise Vanzilla so Lori doesn't spot it. Good thing I always carry my David Steele family van camouflage. [takes out a tarp and throws it over Vanzilla, making it blend in with the background]

Leni: Guys, I just overheard Lori talking to some friends. She's about to go hang out with them all afternoon!

Luna: [notices a construction worker lowering sand in a course] Hey, wait. I have an idea, dudes.

[Lori arrives at her dorm floor and sees a yellow construction line blocking her way]

Luna: [showing up, disguised as a construction worker; deep voice] I'm sorry, miss, this area is closed, major construction. We're expanding the hallway to put in, uh, a golf cart lane.

Lori: Ooh, that'll be so convenient.

Luna: [takes off the fake beard and sighs as Lori heads down the elevator; in walkie-talkie] Dudes, success! [sees Lori exiting the stairs] Correction: Failure. She got past my tape by using the stairs!

Leni: [enters the house with a letter] Guys, another Lori progress report.

Lincoln: [grabs the letter and shines a flashlight on it, revealing Lori's grades; gasps] A 62?!

[The other siblings gasp]

Luan: That's lower than before!

Luna: And I heard her tell Mom and Dad she has a major test today!

Lynn: If only there was a way to make sure Lori aces it.

[Lincoln, Lynn, Lana, and Lisa are dressed in a trench coat with Lisa on the top, wearing a Lori wig, Lincoln in the middle, and Lynn and Lana at the bottom before heading to the classroom]

Lisa: All clear. [notices Lynn and Lana walking as they head to the classroom] Uh, guys, I only need two legs.

Coach Niblick: Oh, hello, Lori.

Lisa: Salutati- [realizes] Uh, I mean, [imitating Lori] Hey, Coach. Lori Loud's literally ready to take the exam. Would you literally point me to my seat? [chuckles] You know me. Silly Lori, always forgetting. Literally.

Lisa: Siblings! How shall I put this? We goofed! Lori's grades were really golf scores, and in golf, lower is better! It appears she's actually doing great in school!

Lincoln: [gasps in horror] Okay, I'll text the others. We have to get Lori back to take this test!

Lynn: In the meantime, I'll cover. Not to brag, but, I'm the best ball-whacker around. Everybody, switch!

Lori: Oh, no! The test already started! Coach Niblick, I'm here.

Coach Niblick: Sorry, Lori, I-I don't know what's going on with you today, but, time's up. You've failed the exam. [walks out of the lake and leaves]

Lori: [shocked with dismay] Failed?! But how did this happen?! [realizing] Wait, why are you guys all here? And why are you wearing disguises?

[Luan's fake mustache falls off from her face and the siblings all frown with guilt]

Lana: We saw your progress reports…

Lucy: And thought you'd got bad grades, and you'd be kicked out of Fairway.

Leni: And become a pudding feeder!

Lincoln: So we decided to take your test for you. Boy, we messed up. We're really sorry, Lori.

Lori: [holding back her anger and sighs] Well, in a weird Loud family way, it does show you care. [sighs] But that test was huge. I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Puns and Buns (13.2)

Andre: Benjamin Stein, you may have just started working here, but I know greatness when I see it. I am promoting you to Assistant Manager of the Burpin' Burger. [puts a golden Burger necklace on around Benny's neck]

Benny: Wow, the Golden Buns? Dreams do come true!

Andre: You've earned it. You're always on time, your uniform is always clean. And you're the first person ever to organize the pickles…by size.

Benny: Thank you, Andre. I'll teach you how to organize the pickles too, Otis. Once you've recovered from that accident with the burger sign.

[Flashback to Otis' accident while dressed in a burger costume as he spins the sign, flinging it upwards and falls on him]

Andre: And we all want you to get better soon. [hits Otis in the injured arm, making him cringe in pain] Especially me, because I have to fill in for you.

Benny: No one wears the buns like you, boss.

Luan: Well, I'd better take Mr. Coconuts home. We just used our savings on that hilarious soda bit. I miss spending time with you, Benny. Ever since Dairyland closed for the off season, I don't see you very much. [takes out a photo frame of her in her Heidi Heifer costume, unmasking herself in front of Benny and scaring him, causing him to knock the popcorn cart over] Remember how I'd sneak up on you and scare you, and you'd knock over your popcorn cart? [laughs] I missed that.

Benny: [laughs] Classic us. I miss it, too.

Luan: [gets an idea] Wait. Benny, why don't I just work here with you? Problem solved!

Benny: I was just thinking that, too! But I don't know if Andre will go for it. He takes fast food very seriously.

Andre: [now in the burger costume as he puts ketchup on as war paint] Be the burger, be the burger. Sesame seed bun! [charges out the door]

Luan: You can convince him. He'll listen to you.

Benny: You're right. I'm Assistant Manager now!

[Outside the restaurant]

Andre: Absolutely not. Luan, work here? Are you kidding?

Benny: But sir, Otis is still injured and we could really use a little more help. Plus, she does have experience. Her family owns a restaurant. And she promised to leave Mr. Coconuts at home.

Andre: Fine, but Luan is your responsibility. She can be your first assignment as assistant manager.

Benny: Thanks, boss! You won't regret this!

Andre: I hope not.

Benny: [chuckles and heads back inside; clears throat, holding up a Burpin' Burger uniform in front of Luan] Welcome to the Burpin' Burger family, Luan! You start tomorrow!

Lights, Camera, Nuclear Reaction (14.1)

Lincoln: Todd, you were amazing! And the hologram effect Lisa installed was the coolest! [notices something] Todd? [passes through him, turning out he's a hologram; shocked] Ahh!

Todd: [laughs] Got you, Lincoln. You should have seen the look on your face. Actually, I can show you. Playing memory from three seconds ago. [plays the memory and replays Lincoln's shock multiple times while zooming in on his face; laughs] Good times.

Lisa: [enters the dining room, panting] Quick question, have you seen the nuclear reactor from yesterday's shoot? Uh, not to create any panic, but it's missing. And if it falls into the wrong hands… [chuckles nervously] it could potentially destroy Royal Woods.

Lincoln: You mean that was real?!

Lisa: You asked for screen accuracy, Lincoln. Anyway, if you stumble on a glowing, unstable nuclear reactor, let me know.

Lincoln: You're in luck, Lisa. Where there's evil in the world, there's only one secret agent who can stop it, and his name is-

Clyde: Um, Lincoln, Lisa already left.

Lincoln: [sighs] Agent David Steele. We're coming up to help, Lis!

Todd: So glad you could make it, Mr. Steele and friends.

Lincoln: This isn't you, Todd! It's the villain switch talking! Look, we're going to slowly come over and turn it off, OK?

Todd: [presses a button and traps the three in a net] Sorry, Agent Steele. That won't be happening, and now you can all watch annihilate Royal Woods. Oh, and one last thing. [removes the villain switch to their horror] Now I'll be in villain mode forever. [laughs] You should see your faces. Actually, I can show you. Playing memory from three seconds ago. [replays the memory of them gasping multiple times]

Food Courting (14.2)

Miguel: Leni, you ready for lunch?

Leni: Definitely. How 'bout Spaghetti on a Stick? I'm craving skewered noodles.

Miguel: Uh, sure, but, let's go to the Spaghetti on a Stick across town, or maybe one in a different town. I hear you get free marinara in Hazeltucky.

Leni: That's silly, it's right there. Come on.

Leni: You have a crush on Gavin!

Miguel: [quietly] Shh! Fashion show voices. Ok, yes, you're right, I do.

Leni: Why are you being so secretive? You're a great guy, Miguel. You should totes go for it.

Miguel: You'll find this hard to believe, but I'm not always the witty, suave style icon you know and absolutely adore. [sighs] When it comes to affairs of the heart, I'm a totally nervous klutz! [The train passes by Gavin as he tosses three meatballs on the skewer, perfectly] There's no way I could ever approach someone as cool as Gavin. Did you see the height he gets on those meatballs?!

Leni: What if you didn't do it alone? What if I helped you land your crush?

Miguel: Oh!

Leni: [as the train enters a tunnel, knocking off her new shades] My new sunglasses!

Gavin: Welcome to Spaghetti on a Stick. How can I help you today?

Miguel: [sweating nervously] Uh, nice boats. Are those shoes fresh? Boy, that episode of The Dream Sauce, huh? [Gavin stares confusingly at him; rushes off embarrassingly, and bumps into a man in lederhosen, getting sauerkraut in his eyes] AHH! SAUERKRAUT IN MY EYE!

Leni: Don't worry, we are not giving up. [sniffs] And sauerkraut is actually a good scent on you.

Gavin: Hey, Miguel! Looking stylish as usual.

Leni: [through radio microphone] Thanks. What can you tell me about the rigatoni today?

Miguel: Uh--uh, thanks. What can you tell me about the rigatoni today?

Gavin: Excellent question! The pasta is fresh from Sicily. Well, Sicily, Michigan, but still. So, can I put in an order from you?

Scoots: [interrupting] Quit daydreaming, blondie, and ring these up.

Leni: One moment, please.

Miguel: [in the exact same tone and posture] One moment, please.

Gavin: I get it, choosing the right pasta takes time.

Miguel: I'm gonna have to ask you to calm down and step back, please.

Leni: [being bothered at Scoots waving the pants in her face] I said step back, please!

Scoots: And I said, I've waited long enough!

Gavin: Uh, Miguel? Is everything all right?

Miguel: [laughs nervously and runs off before slipping and falling into the fountain; Felix offers him a washcloth] Oh, thanks, Felix.

Leni: [while being chased by Scoots] SECURITY!

Scoots: [angrily chasing after her] Get back here, blondie!

Leni: Gavin, what a surprise.

Gavin: Oh. Hey, Leni. Hey, Miguel.

Leni: Miguel, look, it's Gavin!

Miguel: [awkwardly snapping out of it] Grey! Sorry. I started to say "greetings", but then I switched it to "hey." Ugh!

Save the Last Pants (15.1)

Lincoln: It's true. Gus is debuting a new pizza flavor today, and word on the street is it's watermelon molé.

Zach: [disgusted] Watermelon on pizza?! [dismayed] Ugh. This time humanity has just gone too far.

Rodney: [showing up in his car] Hey, Rusty.

Rusty: Dad, what are you doing here? Did you forget I'm hanging with the Dawg Squad today?

Liam: Dawg Squad?

Stella: Yeah, we never approved to that name.

Rodney: I'm in a real polyester pickle. My fabric guy sent me the wrong swatches, and now I have to drive to Hazeltucky and exchange them for something more "suit-able." [laughs; clears throat] Anyhoo, I need you to watch the store until I get back. It should only take a few hours.

Rusty: Gee, I don't know. [looks at his dad, whimpering] Uh… A better way to spend my afternoon! Happy to help, Dad.

Rodney: You will? Ha-cha!

Rusty: Sorry, Dawg Squad. [gets in the car] I'll catch up with you later.

[The gang coughs as the car drives away]

Stella: [calling out] Still a no on Dawg Squad!

Lincoln: Rusty, this was an awesome idea to hang out while you're working.

Clyde: Yeah, this rocks.

Stella: Hey, Rusty. Don't take this the wrong way, but don't you have to work?

Rusty: Stella, Stella! I am working. And vibing. I can do both at the same tiz-ime. Besides, if the customer needs me, he'll gimme a shout for help.

Mr. Grouse: Hello? I'm shouting for help! I'm stuck in my leather pants!

Rusty: Whoo-hoo! Pump up the volume!

Rusty: [takes his phone out as it vibrates] Uh, I better take this in my office. [walks into office] Important store business. [answers the call] Go for the Rust-man.

Rodney: Son, it's me, your father. I forgot to mention that a big customer is coming by around closing time to pick up his pants. They're the tight white pair from the tailoring rack.

Tyler: They were on that rack in the back of the store.

Scoots: You're in trouble, sales boy.

Rodney: And no pressure, but this client has the power to make or break Duds for Dudes with just one social media post. Keep it on the DL, but, it's Mick Swagger!

Rusty: [gulps in shock and dashes over to the counter] No, no, no!

Stella: Hey, Rusty, what's going on?

Rusty: I just sold Mick Swagger's pants! This could ruin Duds for Dudes forever. I have to get those pants back. Will you guys help me?

Stella: Of course. We're your Dawg Squad. He's having a bad day. Just roll with it.

A Stella Performance (15.2)

Principal Ramirez: Nice work, Stella. I want to enter you in the state science fair. The winner gets a trip to Robotics Camp and an annual pass to the science museum.

Stella: Really? That sounds incredible! Count me in.

Principal Ramirez: [picks Stella up and hugs her] Whoo-hoo! I can't wait to cheer you on during your presentation! Each student gives a big speech to the Board of Middle School scientist and an auditorium full of people. Go Stella!

Stella: Wait, what? [gets a worried expression on her face]

[Fade to her in the hallway, still worried]

Lincoln: [running up to her with Clyde, Zach, and Liam] First place! Congrats, Stella!

Rusty: Yeah, dawg, you crushed it! Your sandwich is bomb! State science fair, here you come! [eats his sandwich]

Stella: Thanks, but… I'm gonna drop out.

[The boys gasp]

Clyde: Why would you do that?

Stella: [sighs remorsefully] Because, well, I'm terrified of public speaking. Something happened at my last school. [Flashback to that day] It was teacher appreciation week, and I was speaking in front of the whole school. Everything was great, until I said the M word.

Young Stella: I'd like to present this next award to Mrs. Limskin. She's more than a great teacher to me, she's my mommy.

[Mrs. Limskin is surprised as young Stella realizes what she said and starts blushing and her classmates start laughing hysterically at her]

Student: [pointing out] Stella called the teacher, mommy!

Young Stella: I meant mentor! Mrs. Limskin is my mentor, not my mommy. My mommy is my mommy… I mean my mother!

[The classmates keep on laughing; Young Stella blushes more embarrassingly and runs away screaming, ending the flashback]

Stella: See? That's why I have a huge fear of speaking in front of crowds. I can't get back up there. I don't have the confidence.

Rusty: Well, you're in luck, 'cause the Rustman is the king… of… con… fi…

Lincoln: Confidence. We get it Rusty, but I'm not sure your help is what Stella…

Stella: Count me in. What? Rusty's delusional confidence might be just what I need to do this. [to Rusty] No offense.

Rusty: None taken.

Stella: [holding index cards; scared] Why did the hen cross the barnyard? [looks through the cards but gets them mixed up] Orange you glad I didn't say banana? [smiles but realizes] Oh, wait, that's the wrong punchline. [too close to the mic] I'm butchering this joke.

Liam: [as his farm animals hear her say the B-word and stampede, trampling the boys; gasps] You've gone done it now! Never say "butchering" with this crowd.

Stella: Sorry. I don't know what came over me. I guess forks are overrated. [throws her fork aside; chuckles] Well, I'll see you all later. I better go get my project ready. [gets up and starts walking backwards while babbling in gibberish]

Lincoln: What is going on with her?

Liam: I don't know, but, she ain't right.

Rusty: [to Zach] Zach, what was on that tape you gave her? Did you mess this up?

Zach: No way! I'm the master of hypnosis. But uh, I'll go to Stella's house and check the tape, just to be sure. And keep an eye on her until I'm back.

Hiccups and Downs (16.1)

Leni: Wow. I've never heard a guitar make that sound before.

Lisa: Negatory. It would appear Luna is having involuntary contractions of the diaphragm. Street name: hiccups, brought on by all of her excitement. They'll cease in no time.

Luna: The Rumble's tonight, and there's no way I can sing like this! What am I gonna- [hiccups] Do?!

Lisa: [gasps] I know what would cure those: an anti-hiccup elixir. Yeah, if only someone would invent one.

Luna: [hiccups] Come on, sibs. One of you has to know how to get rid of my- [hiccups and falls to the floor, surrounded by the spilled food] Please, you gotta help me!

Luan: Aw, Luna. You know we're hicc-up for it, but first things first… [grabs a fork; to her siblings] Everybody, hurry and eat while she's down!

Lucy: Everyone knows a scare gets rid of the hiccups. That's why I've planned the ultimate fright, [snaps her fingers, turning off the lights] something that taps into your darkest fears.

[Luna shakes in fright and turns to a shadow of Mr. Coconuts running by while cackling, and turns back around, seeing Lucy has vanished; whimpers] Lucy? Where'd you go?

Mr. Coconuts: [spookily] Want to play a game?

Luna: Uh, no, not really, dude. [The closet door opens from behind her and Mr. Coconuts appears, laughing maniacally while holding a flashlight under his face; screams in terror and falls to the floor]

[Luan and Lucy look down at her as the lights turn back on]

Luna: [looks back and forth and hiccups] No.

Luan: Oh, that didn't work.

Mr. Coconuts: Well, let me off your hand. I'll give her a real scare.

[Luna screams, hiccups and dashes away]

Lynn: [walking Luna into the backyard with Lincoln] Listen…the problem is, you've been focusing on the wrong end. You need to shake those hiccups down through the body. Then they'll blast right out of your butt.

Lincoln: We proudly give you… the hiccup eradicator. You slide down the slide, bounce on the trampoline, land in Lola's princess ride, jump through the bubble hoop, fly through the air. Then at the end, you land in that kiddie pool filled with pudding.

Lynn: All that motion will lead to a ginormous butt blast. And your hiccups will be gone. Bam, science!

Luna: Uh, why pudding in the kiddie pool?

Lynn: Not gonna lie, that part's purely for our entertainment.

Lynn: [while high-fiving with Lincoln] That pudding was a nice touch!

[As the Moon Goats are setting up their stuff for the Rumble, Luna then hiccups]

Sully: Uh, Luna, everything okay?

Luna: For sure. Uh, just a tiny case of the hiccups. Nothing to worry about. Lisa made me a throat spray for them. It's right here in my ba-- [turns around and looks down to see that her bag is missing] oh, no! I must have left it in Chunk's van! Okay, nobody freak out. I'll just call him and ask him to bring my bag back.

Sam: He won't answer, remember? He turns his phone off before every gig, so he can get in the "Chunk Zone."

Luna: [takes out her phone] There's one other person to call. [dials and calls Lisa]

Luna: ♪ When everything is going smooth / Life will send you a [hiccup, hiccup] / Then when things start to improve / You hit another [hiccup, hiccup] / Please tell me what I'm doing wrong / How am I gonna get through this song / Everyone just play along / Every time there is a [hiccup, hiccup] ♪

The Loathe Boat (16.2)

Lucy: [banging her gavel] I call this emergency meeting of the Mortician's Club to order.

Dante: This better be important. We're so not morning people.

Persephone: Agreed.

Boris: What he said.

Lucy: I assure you, it's urgent. [snaps her fingers and a pelican flies over and sits on her head] Last night, this flew into my bedroom.

Haiku: Shall we call animal control?

Lucy: No. It delivered a message. [the pelican throws up water, leaving a deluge of fish and a letter; reads the letter] "Dearest friends, it is I, Bertrand. I need you to rescue me at once!" It's even written in fake blood. See? [shows the Morticians the letter and they gasp]

Haiku: Our former president.

Dante: But how can we rescue him? Isn't he stuck at sea on that horribly cheerful cruise ship with his parents?

Lucy: Bertrand said the boat will be docked on Lake Eddy for 24 hours, while they stock up on more peel and eat shrimp. Then it's back out to the sea for another year. Now's our only chance. Let's go save Bertrand.

Bertrand: [spots his goth friends] My angels of death. [comes up to them and takes off his shades] It's me!

Lucy: Gasp. Bertrand? We didn't recognize you.

Haiku: Yeah. You look different.

Dante: And you have a suntan.

Bertrand: [gasps] There's no time to dwell on my unfortunate new appearance. We must get to work. To my quarters! [cut to his room; back in his spooky outfit as he dumps morbid equipment in his suitcase] Thank you for coming. It wasn't a moment too soon. This ship is torturous. Disco bingo… Toga nights… And the karaoke. Oh, the karaoke!

Cheer Pressure (17.1)

Lynn: Oh, come on! I can't believe this! Basketball players shouldn't be stuck in the trailer. If anything the cheerleaders should be back there.

Cheerleaders: [gasp in shock; in unison] What's that supposed to mean? Back up off our scene!

Lynn: It's just, without the basketball team, you and your squad wouldn't have anything to cheer for.

Margo: Yeah, no offense, but you're more like support staff for us real athletes.

Jenna: Oh, please. Cheerleading is harder than basketball. We practiced way more than you guys and have competitions year round. If anything, we're the real athletes. There's no way you could do what we do.

Lynn: All right, this cheer practice should be a snap.

Margo: No doubt. We'll be done before lunch.

Paula: What should we do first?

Lynn: Hmm. Cheerleaders are always tossing each other in the air, right? You ready? [Margo and Paula shrug and sit on her opposite hands] Alley-oop! [tosses them both high into the air] Oops. I might have put a bit too much strength in that toss.

[Paula lands on and destroys Mr. Grouse's azaleas]

Mr. Grouse: My azaleas! [Margo lands on top of him; grunts] My sciatica.

Lynn: My bad! Must have had too much protein this morning.

[Lynn, Margo, and Paula eat lunch at the Burpin' Burger]

Lynn: [groans] I just don't understand. Cheerleading's not hard, why can't we nail it?! [slams her fist on the table]

Margo: If we don't figure this out, we're gonna be in that trailer with Crikey!

Meryl: So I bit right into it, Turns out, it wasn't an apple. Oh, hi, girls!

Cheryl: Why so glum, sugarplums?

Paula: We made a bet we could cheerlead, but we can't get the hang of it. Now we're gonna end up in a trailer with a kangaroo!

Meryl: Been there, done that. Not fun.

Cheryl: Well, lucky for y'all, you're in the presence of the one and only, split sisters! Back in our day, we were co-captains of the cheer squad. Why don't we help y'all out?

Lynn: Really?

Meryl: Well sure, honey biscuit. We can be y'all's coaches.

Stroke of Luck (17.2)

Space Jammed (18.1)

Leni: Knock-knock!

Lisa: Salutations, sister. I'm sorry, I don't have time to make small talk.

Leni: Math with letters? Totes fun! What are you working on?

Lisa: [sighs] Small talk it is. If you must know, I've been hired to build a rocket that can be controlled from both Earth and space. I would tell you who hired me, but it's confidential.

Todd: [miming mouth zipping] That was me zipping my lip.

Leni: Lisa, did you take your bath today?

Lisa: [sighs] I don't have time for a bath. I have a deadline with the Norwegian government! [gasps] I've said too much! Todd, wipe her memory.

Leni: What did you just say? [Todd uses a device to wipe out Leni's memory with a flash of light; shakes her head and gasps] Ooh, math with letters! Totes fun! Lisa, did you take your bath today? Mom and Dad left me in charge and as your babysitter…

Lisa: I appreciate your concern, but I am not a baby, and therefore I do not need sitting. [escorts Leni out of her room] Here, a newly-minted coin as a gratuity for your services. [flicks the coin to Leni, who leaps to get it but misses and falls flat on her face]

Leni: [picks up the coin and bites on it] This doesn't taste like mint at all.

[Outside in the garage…]

Lisa: Hmm, something is off. Uh, the ship seems a few pounds heavier, and I can't figure out-- wait a minute, who added the frozen yogurt machine?

Todd: What can I say? I love me some cake batter froyo.

Lisa: [sighs] We aren't going to get any work done with these interruptions!

Todd: You're right. Let's call it a day. [drinks an oil can] Chug, chug, chug. [throws the oil can away, takes out a pad, reclines, and starts listening to music while fist-pumping]

Lisa: [takes the pad out of his hands] That is not what I meant! Let's go work in my bunker. Leni won't be able to bother us there. Oh, Leni must be rubbing off on me. This all looks like gibberish.

Leni: [on security camera screen] Hi!

Lisa: Speak of the annoyingly persistent sibling. Leni, how do you keep finding me?

Leni: It's a babysitter thing. Come on, it's time for your nap.

Lisa: Oh, for Pythagoras' sake, geniuses don't take naps. Uh, I mean, [stammers] I came out to the bunker precisely for a nap. It's so quiet I won't be disturbed. [fakes yawn] Welp, nighty-night.

Leni: Oh, good. Sweet dreams. I'll come back later.

Lisa: Todd, fire up the new rocket. We're getting out of here.

Todd: Good idea. We can nap as we orbit. In space, no one can hear you snore.

Lisa: [groans] We won't be napping. We are going to test the rocket and escape my bloodhound of a babysitter. It's a win-win.

Todd: Woot-woot.

Lisa: Gads! We've lost steering! I have no control of the ship! We're gonna need some help getting out of this predicament. [dials a number] Time to call in a favor from my friends at NASA.

NASA Voicemail: You've reached NASA. If you're on Earth, press 1. On the moon, press 2. Floating helplessly in space, press 3. [Lisa presses 3] Your expected wait time is 7.9 Earth years.

Lisa: Forget NASA! There's still one call I can make.

Lisa: [after Leni inputs the code for the ship's control, activating warp speed] LENI, YOU ENTERED THE CODE FOR WARP SPEED!

Todd: [as the ship crash through a sign on planet Venus] There goes Venus. [then another on planet Mercury] There goes Mercury.

Lisa: Leni, I need you to look on the left side of the console!

Leni: Your left or my left?

Lisa: IT'S THE SAME LEFT! See that red button? Press it! [Leni presses the red button and the ship comes to a halt] Oh, phew. That was a close one. Leni, your mistake almost destroyed this ship as well as Todd and myself.

Todd: Actually, Lisa, it was your mistake. The code for regaining control of the ship ends with an 8, not a 9. You gave Leni the wrong code.

Lisa: No, I didn't. Wait, did I? Oh, my stars. I honestly don't know what is wrong with me today. [gasps as the ship is being pulled into the sun's gravity field] Great glowing orbs, that's the Sun! We seem to be caught in its gravitational pull! Without steering, the ship will crash into the sun and melt!

Todd: [applying sunscreen while getting sunburned] I don't think SPF 1,000,000 is going to be enough.

Todd: I feel like an overheated toaster.

Crown and Dirty (18.2)

The Orchid Grief (19.1)

Forks and Knives Out (19.2)

Lynn Sr.: Rosa?

Lincoln: Ronnie Anne?

Rosa: Lynn?

Ronnie Anne: Lincoln?

[They run to each other and hug]

Rosa: [in unison with Lynn Sr.] What a surprise!

Lynn Sr.: [in unison with Rosa] I can't believe this!

Lincoln: This is incredible!

Ronnie Anne: I know!

Lincoln and Lynn Sr.: The Lynn-sagna!

Lynn Sr.: [furiously losing it] That's it. You just got yourself uninvited from Thanksgiving!

Lincoln: Yeah!

Rosa: Well, thank you. Now, I won't have to choke on your dry-turkey. And you can forget about coming for Christmas.

Ronnie Anne: Yeah!

Lynn Sr.: Good! We don't like your soggy tamales anyway!

Lincoln: Yeah!

Rosa: [gasps in horrified shock] This friendship is officially over!

Lynn Sr.: Fine by me! Lincoln, say goodbye to Ronnie Anne forever!

Rosa: You too, Ronnie Anne.

Lincoln and Ronnie Anne: Wait, what?!

Lincoln: I don't want that!

Ronnie Anne: Me neither.

Lincoln: You guys, what are we doing? We're ruining our friendship just for some fancy kitchen?

Lynn Sr.: Oh, you're right, Linc. We're being ridiculous. I'm sorry, Rosa. Your tamales are actually amazing.

Rosa: Well, thank you.

Lynn Sr.: Anything you wanted to, uh, add?

Rosa: Oh, yes, of course. Your turkey is delicious.

Lynn Sr.: Oh, heh. Well, stop. [chuckles]

The Loud Cloud (20.1)

Lola: For my talent portion, I'll be performing my acclaimed ribbon dance. [the speakers start playing spooky music] What's happening?! How am I supposed dance to Lucy's creepy funeral music?!

You Auto Know Better (20.2)

Lana: Okay, the Fox's are off to Dairyland with new spark plugs, Scoots is coming by to get her new fan belt put in, and you have voicemails for Mr. Spokes, Cheryl and Meryl, right, Hops? [Hops croaks in agreement] Perfect! Once we fix everything, we'll work on getting that new bike the right way. No more dishonesty.

Flip: [walking up] Hey, I thought we were partners! I showed you how to fleece that clown-haired guy, cheat that scooter gal, and lie to those twinsies. And this is how you repay me?!

Cheryl, Meryl, Scoots and Rodney: [annoyed] Ahem.

[Flip turns around and sees they've heard everything and laughs nervously]

Scoots: GET HIM!

[Flip's pants fall from his waist, and he and Nacho make a run for it as they start chasing them]

Pop Pop the Question (22.1)

Lynn and Order (22.2)

Snow Escape (23.1)

Snow News Day (23.2)

Day of the Dad (24.1)

Small Blunder (24.2)

Fashion No Show (25.1)

Doom Service (25.2)

The Hurt Lockers (26.1)

Love Stinks (26.2)