Yeah!
Oof!
[laughing]
There's nothing like another whole day of lobbing
frozen projectiles! Whoo hoo! Snow day!
W- Whoa! Phew. Watch your step, Bobby.
There's a slippery spot here.
Whoa!
[groaning]
There. And with that our snowmen house of horrors is
finally complete.
[screaming]
[groaning]
Whew. Oh!
Bobby, are you okay?
Oh.
[groaning]
[indistinct chatter]
Whoo.
[gasping, groaning]
[groaning]
Que calor, ah, it's hotter than a ghost pepper out there.
And it's only 9:00 a.m.
This is my seventh outfit.
[groaning] I'll be right back.
[gasping]
Oops. This must be the closet where they keep their snow.
No, Leni, we're snowed in.
Ah, man. Are we gonna be stuck here all night?
No, I just worked a 12 hour shift.
I can't take another second in this greasy dungeon.
Can you please make it, uh, snow?
I knew he was real.
No way.
Snow day.
Huh?
[grunting]
Seriously? The forecast said 70s, not seven.
[sighing] Now I have to change my outfit.
Okay, we've had our fun.
We'd better get that statue back to the gallery.
Prima, prima, what's the rush?
Show's not until tomorrow. We'll give it back.
Let's just have a little fun, first.
I guess we can keep it a little longer.
We did just get new water blasters.
Jim Sparkletooth here, and I hope you have
your snow gear ready because we're having
an unusually early winter coming- What's that?
It's 90 degrees now? How is that possible?
[barking]
Huh?
[laughing]
[groaning]
[laughing]
Let's ramp this up.
[rumbling]
Quickly, everybody, get on. There's only one way down.
You're just gonna have to trust me.
Hurry!
Hold on to your butts!
Way ahead of you.
[screaming]
Since this is the end, there's something I need to tell you.
I've never liked your beef bourguignon .
I don't go to the gym when I say I do,
I go to the doughnut shop.
[screaming]
A parachute, good thinking, Clyde.
I got the idea from you.
[barking]
Lana! Heel!
[whimpering]
[snoring]
[coughing] Huh?
Snow? I must be dreaming. [grunting]
Wake up, Carl. Uh. Ow!
You woke me up.
Snow?
We're not dreaming. Something's wrong.
[gasping]
What's with the snow in the apartment?
Were you playing with Lalok all night?
I haven't touched him.
Me neither.
You think Lalok's mad
because we messed around with the weather?
[shrieking]
I think that's ancient deity for yes.
Dad's going to be so mad.
Forget Dad, we angered a god.
Representing Royal Woods in the world box sled finals,
it's Lynn and Lisa Loud. Ah! Yeah!
W- Whoa! Stop!
Oof. Uh-oh.
I can't see this ending well.
[screaming]
Raspados! Get your ice cold raspados!
Ooh.
[gasping]
Order up.
Here you go.
[squawking] Ah, now that's refreshing.
[screaming]
Sergio, ugh, you're contaminating the merch.
I don't care if it's bird flavored.
It's hot. I'll take three.
- Yeah. - Me too.
We've been waiting all winter
for the perfect sledding conditions,
so if you'll excuse us. [screaming]
Whoo hoo! My reindeer net worked.
Sorry, Lincoln.
I'm just getting ready for tonight.
I'm going to catch one to keep as a pet.
[honking]
Whoo hoo! My reindeer pit worked.
Don't worry, buddy! I got a winch!
Say hello to Mr. Twig Arms.
So what does Mr. Twig Arms do?
Uh, n-nothing, but he's awful jolly.
Perhaps if you valued your education
you could build something with more pizzazz.
[buzzing]
Say hello to Mr. Reinforced Titanium Alloy Arms.
[beeping]
Sorry, I forgot he has jolly seeking lasers.
[screaming]
Bobby, cover me while I call Par for the code.
All right, you two, it's on like Abuela's flan.
Oh, hey, I can talk again.
[groaning] I bit my tongue.
Hey, Par. It's Ronnie Anne. Merry Christmas.
Oh. You're skiing, right now?
Oh, okay. I just need a quick favor.
[grunting]
Okay, the code is seven, two, six, nine...
Pies or- or fries?
[grunting]
Oh, five.
Got it. Thanks Par. Enjoy the slopes.
Bobby, I got the code.
You're in that snowman, aren't you?
What exactly are we doing?
Playing Corp Sickle. It's my favorite snow game.
How do you win, by getting hypothermia?
Yes.
[engine stalling]
Hmm. Better check out the engine block...
of ice?
[groaning]
If you just let Flip give us a ride, we'd be home by now!
Uh, there's no signal here.
I'm going to warm up inside and use the landline!
Don't worry, Hops, we'll figure this out.
I know just the thing.
Burger warming lamp.
Dang it.
You'll go to the front yard and sing Christmas carols here.
When Grouse comes out to yell at you,
I'll hop the fence and grab Big Red here.
Strategic genius.
One question: what's that?
Ugh. Charles.
Hey, guys, I want to show you my latest invention.
The Ultra Snow Zooka, patent pending.
Guys? Where'd they go?
Sheesh! We've created a monster.
At least we're safe in here.
Yeah, it's not like she can bring snow inside the house.
Behold my latest latest invention: Indoor snow.
Patent pending.
[laughing]
[screaming]
Excuse me, Miss Fletcher, what happened?
Engine died. This baby can hit 210 in the straightaway,
but throw a little snow at her and she conks out.
You mind if I-
It's all yours.
See if she'll turn over now.
[engine starts]
Dang, my pit crew isn't even that fast.
What's your name, sport?
Lana Loud.
Well, thank you, Lana Loud.
Give me a call when you're 18.
I could use someone like you on my team.
Wow. Thanks.
Way to go, Lana.
Hey, Bippity Fletchman! She may have fixed your car,
but I'm the one who brought her here.
How about a little something for me?
Coming right up, pal.
Now, where was I?
Ah, yes, it's just you and me, Big Red.
Let's do this.
Ha ha! Yeah!
[screaming]
No! This is a disaster.
When stuff goes into Mr. Grouse's yard,
it never comes back.
My yard, my property! My yard, my property!
My yard, my property!
Well, I'm not letting Big Red suffer the same fate,
especially on the first day of vacation.
[grunting]
Louds! Take down that eye sore!
You're bringing down the property values!
♪ Vamos, amigos Welcome to our familia ♪
♪ Singing for you On this Nochebuena ♪
♪ Laughing, dancing Going door to door ♪
♪ If you give us some dulces We'll sing more and more ♪
♪ A familia Includes abuelitos and niños ♪
♪ The Changs, Nakamura And all our vecinos ♪
♪ Our Navidad is feliz Whatever the weather ♪
♪ Las Posadas are merrier As long as we're together ♪
♪ Oooh-Oooh-Oooh-Oooh-Oooh ♪
♪ I used to think That Christmas was ♪
♪ About the wish list Filled with stuff ♪
♪ I never really needed anyway♪
♪ But as long as we're together It's a holiday ♪
♪ It's not what you get It's what you give ♪
♪ We've got the spirit Clear and loud ♪
♪ Ditch the list Hug who you're with ♪
♪ 'Cause that's What Christmas is all about! ♪
♪ It's what you give Not what you get ♪
♪ We've got the hard part Figured out ♪
♪ This year will be The best one yet ♪
♪ 'Cause that's what Christmas Is all about! ♪
♪ Merry Christmas From the Louds! HO! ♪
Merry Christmas, Mr. Grouse.
We all chipped in and got you something.
It's a bus ticket.
So you can go see your family for Christmas tomorrow.
And since you can't be with them tonight,
[giggling]
we're bringing our family to you.
How about it, neighbor?
Louds!
You've made this the best Christmas ever.
Thank you. I'd say you all landed
permanent spots on Santa's nice list.
Even me?
Even you.
Once again...
[sobbing]