You've seen the loudest Loud,
quietest Loud and even the messiest Loud.
Now it's time to put our money where our mouth is.
Or should we say stomach?
Everyone take a comment card and rate the dishes
based on presentation, texture, flavor...
Ah, ah!
Slow down! I need detailed feedback.
[burping] Ugh, I just ate my comment card.
Today, we're finding out who the hungriest Loud is.
Up first, we have the man with the plan
versus the lady of laughs.
It's Lincoln versus Luan.
Mornin, fam.
Kitchen's open for breakfast. Put in your orders.
I want a hard boiled egg, please.
- I want French toast! - And I'll have a break--
Breakfast burrito with extra cheese.
Hold the taters. Same as always.
Same as always? [burping]
You eating that or just looking at it?
Because I could use more protein.
Hey, honey.
Dad! [laughing nervously]
What are you doing here?
I brought lunch!
But I already have lunch.
Oh, you can't be eating basic PB and J's.
If you're going to take over the restaurant,
you need to work on refining your palate.
OK, I got Limburger cheese,
[groaning]
A main course of beef bourguignon.
And don't worry, I brought dessert.
It's an oldie but a goodie.
It's baked Alaska!
Well, almost. [laughing]
[screaming]
Take a bow, Luan. You did your best.
Lincoln moves on this time.
Next up, we have the reigning champions
of the last three competitions:
Luna, Lana and Lucy.
[cheering]
Oh, real food, how I've missed you.
Whoa, whoa! Easy, guys.
I don't want anyone to lose a finger.
Oh, sorry, dude.
No worries.
What are you writing?
It's supposed to be a song, but I'm wicked blocked.
Maybe I can help.
I've dabbled in music myself. Have a seat.
You gonna finish that, bra?
It's all yours. So, what's going on?
I really gotta kill it with this song.
But everything I write is garbage.
I actually tried to rhyme with 'yolo'.
- Oh... - I know, right?
You mind?
[groaning]
Don't forget to stay hydrated.
[groaning]
It's onion infused water, for better bladder function.
Ugh! Well, it tastes like BO.
I'll say!
[gurgling]
Ah...
You kids must be famished. It's grub time.
Pizza and fries!
Burgers!
Blood oranges.
No, I mean actual grubs.
Ew!
They're rich in protein and low in carbohydrates.
So eat up. You'll need your energy for tomorrow.
That's right. We've got a six a.m. lake swim,
followed by hot yoga, followed by two hundred squat thrusts.
Hey, these are great with a little of this BO water.
Looks like Lana is hungry for another win,
but the competition is far from over,
because up next we have Lisa, Lynn and Leni
sitting down to the table.
[laughing]
Check out this major air!
Yee-haw!
Charles. I see your grandfather.
He's a Labradoodle.
Oh, mama.
[slurping]
This molten theobroma cacao, street named 'chocolate'
is working wonders on my serotonin levels.
[slurping]
Goo-goo.
[laughing]
Sup, LJ? Your usual pregame special?
You know it.
Two double belter's, extra pickles,
extra onion, triple hot sauce.
Thanks for turning me on to this burg.
I think it's really taking my game up a notch.
I know, right? [burping]
It's all about converting fire to fuel.
Whoever eats the most hot wings gets a Gus point.
you and me, Leni.
Go.
[groaning]
Ah, I'm sorry. I just can't.
Ah! Hot sauce in my eyes!
As expected, Lynn owns her opponents and is ready for mor.
Burger high five.
[laughing]
That only leaves Lori, Lola and Lily left to be served,
I brought my appetite today.
Dazzle me.
You got it, honey.
Tonight's dinner is leftover leftover hash.
Boy, oh boy, that squid and sauerkraut
sure has gotten pungent.
No, no. Don't worry.
I got this.
[sighing]
Wow, the squid mixed with the liver
and the lima beans.
Separately, I was not a fan.
Yes, you made that clear.
I don't even want to know.
I do! Tell me what happened, Lisa.
Never mind, Lori. You had to be there.
But I am there, just not in person.
The whole point of these video chat dinners
is so that I don't miss any--
What, Lori? What?
Lori, what?
One ice cream sundae coming up.
Don't forget the gummy bears!
Whipped topping in the hiz-ouse!
And some yummy cookie crumbles!
[grumbling]
Thanks, Flip, but you're not supposed to be talking
after your wisdom teeth surgery.
You guys, she's about to try it.
[gasping]
[laughing manically]
And in a shocking upset, Lily moves on to the semifinal.
[giggling]
Hm, if I didn't know better,
I'd swear Lily orchestrated this whole thing.
Next up, we have Lincoln and Lana,
and something tells me this could get messy.
Dad, these green beans taste weird.
Well, that's because I washed them, sweetie.
OK.
Interesting choice.
A dash of dirty, anyone?
Sheesh, it baffles me that we share
the same genetic material.
Yep, just eating some raw fish for breakfast.
Pretty wild, huh?
Meh. Not in Japan.
How about covered in syrup?
[groaning]
Sorry, Lincoln. Looks like you didn't
have the guts to stick it out.
Lana moves on as we have our last semifinal round.
The always hungry for more Lynn,
and the rookie contestant, Lily.
One Fire In the Belly Burger,
and one cookie dough shake, extra chunky.
Just the way I like it.
[chatting]
Is that cookie dough? Sweet.
Dude, that's mine!
Aren't you going to split it?
That's what couples do.
Oh, of course. [laughing]
I was just playing.
But if any cookie chunks get stuck in that straw,
I call dibs.
Mom says first thing we've got to feed her.
Here. You put her in the high chair,
and I'll get her food.
Open up the hanger, Lily.
Here comes the airplane--
OK, a little turbulence.
Here, let me try.
Looks like she doesn't want to eat.
She's just a baby, Clyde. We can make her eat.
I mean, how hard could it be?
[giggling]
Once again, Lynn is claiming the W and moving on.
That's okay, Lily. Go get your nap.
You earned it.
Yea--
[snoring]
Yeah! [whispering]
At last, we have our final two contenders,
Lana the human trash disposal and Lynn-you-gonna-finish-that?
Competitors, start your stomachs.
[screaming]
Still not hot enough.
Thank you.
Slow down, honey. I'm trying to keep up here.
Look, I'm stealing your food.
[groaning]
Charles!
Hm. What is this? Chipped beef?
I suggest you not get too attached to that burrito.
- Huh? - Yoink!
- What? Hey! - Ha-ha!
Snooze ya lose, Stinkin!
Like clockwork.
Here you go.
[giggling]
Mm!
[screaming]
[burping]
Glad you enjoyed--
Hey! Who ate one of the wheels off my cart?
[burping] My bad.
[screaming]
I can't! I can't eat it!
This was a close one, but Lynns drive to be the best athlete
was just enough to crown her the hungriest Loud.
Sorry, Lana.
At least she's being a good sport about it, right?
Yeah! I rule!
Lynner-Lynner, chicken dinner!
[singing]
For the best food fights, be sure to catch more
of the Loud House, only on Nick.
Uh! [screaming]
Winner!