Caught him with my bare hands so I could
keep this guy for myself.
[retching]
First up, we have the Wilderness Protection patch.
We're gonna hike up the friendship trail
and pick up all the if icky sticky litter we find.
- We get to pick up trash? - We have to pick up trash?
Mmm, Spicy Italian.
Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew!
[screaming]
Alright, rubbish wranglers.
Let's see how we did.
That's trash-tastic, Lana!
Now, how about your sister?
[rattling]
Ooh. I don't think you got this one, honey.
Don't worry. You'll get the next patch.
- Ooh! How about this cake? - Nah.
- Ooh! How about this one? - Nah.
- Ooh, ooh! This one, this one! - Nah, nah.
OK...
Do you have a sink and some dirt?
Are you with the health department?
- Nope. - Then follow me.
We'll take it from here.
[gasping]
Speechless, huh?
Well, I think that means we've found our cake!
[yelling]
What do you have for toppings?
Any worms or bugs we could sample?
I'm sure we could find something in the pantry.
Oh, those are just some exploding candles.
Wait, be careful with those!
[gasping]
Ha ha ha, yeah! Ha ha ha, whoa!
Charles, fetch!
[coughing]
Whoops, my bad.
Mmm, something smells good in here.
Well, well, if it isn't Lana Loud in her natural habitat.
Oh, hi, Lacey! I didn't know you had a dog.
Victorie, isn't just a dog.
She's a purebred Maltese, from a long line of champions.
Aww, nice to meet you, Vicky.
Hey, Charles, come say hi!
[snorting]
Ugh! Victorie stay away from that classless mutt!
Hey, don't talk about my Charles like that.
I was talking about you,
but your dog's no prize either.
[gasping]
Funny how pets resemble their owners, no?
Grr. You don't know what you're talking about.
Charles is a great dog, no, the best dog!
Care to prove it?
The Royal Woods Dog Show is next weekend
and the champion gets a fabulous gold trophy.
I know, because there are three
in Victorie's doghouse right now.
Well, don't count on a fourth, 'cause this year
that trophy's going to Charles!
[laughing]
Well, best of luck I guess.
Come on Victorie, we're late for your
eyelash curling appointment.
Don't worry, we'll show that snob
and her little dog, too.
We are gathered here to mourn the untimely passing
of Frank the Tarantula, a pet beloved by all.
Except Leni!
The murderer!
Yeah, this is all Leni's fault.
Guys, this isn't Leni's fault. It's mine.
Ew! Ew! Ew!
I knew Leni was afraid of spiders,
but I brought Frank home, anyway.
It was a bad idea.
I guess I deserve to have my whole class hate me.
Ew! Gross, Cliff! Show some respect!
Whoa, weird! This hairball looks like Frank!
Ew! Gross, Lana! Show some respect!
Because this isn't Frank!
It's a hairball, too!
Which means Frank could still be alive!
Ah! Spider!
And it sounds like Leni just found him!
Uh, that wasn't Leni.
I know that scream.
[coughing]
Oh, hi, Mr. Loud. Trick or tre--
Ah! Spider!
Lana!
Wait, it's her after school snack time.
Lana!
Hey, Lincoln. Gum?
Ugh! Come on. We gotta get home and hide those frogs, stat!
[whirring]
Open up, Dombrowski! Frog inspection!
We'll just hide the frogs in the garage.
Easy peasy.
Not so "easy peasy."
[ribbiting]
Hops, how'd the frogs get out?
[beeping]
Ten down, 40 to go.
Open up, Loud! Frog inspection!
Good afternoon, children.
Well, I don't see any frogs here.
I guess I'll just be on my way. Not!
Ah! Let me take your coat.
Yes, just put that down anywhere, why don't you?
It's Chore Day at the Loud House,
and taking out the trash is my job.
And in a family as big as mine,
chores can be pretty intense.
But we get through 'em, 'cause we all do our fair share.
Chores all done!
Well, except maybe for Leni.
Wait. Two of you do one chore?
- Three of us. - Ah!
Sigh.
Lynn Loud makes the snag! Touchdown!
That doesn't seem very fair.
Open sesame, bro.
Little present from Charles!
Special delivery from Cliff! And airmail from Walt!
What about Geo?
[flushing]
Oh, I taught him to use the toilet.
This isn't a chore for you; it's a hobby.
Uh-oh. Geo fell in again!
Hang on, baby! Mama's comin'!
Here we are!
Hazeltucky's finest party supply store.
Wait here. I'll make sure they're open.
Uh, I see customers inside.
Those could be thieves! Stay here where it's safe.
- Midge! - Lola,
how did the Parisian table runners
go over at your tea party?
Midge, I don't have time to talk about that.
OK, they looked fabulous, but listen.
I have a party crisis on my hands.
I need you to hide everything poop-colored, now!
No peeking yet!
[panting] OK.
Ta-da! Look, Lana,
so many things that are just perfect for our party, huh?
Ooh, how about this? Tropical, fun, flirty? Mmm.
Nah. Those don't really scream "Lana" to me.
Hmm. Do you have a dumpster?
[squelching]
Ooh! Midge, how much for the half-eaten cheese?
It would make a great centerpiece!
Uh, gosh. Well, I don't know.
Can I get a price check on the, uh, dumpster cheese?
Uh, free?
Cool! Yes!
Wow! Old batteries? Rotting fish heads?
These would make perfect party favors!
You know, Hops, maybe there's an easier way to save the Fishmans.
You're right, we should still pee anyway
[ribbiting]
[chittering]
[splashing]
[vrooming]
[splashing]
[growling]
[roaring]
Cheese and rice!
[screaming]
[roaring]
They're never gonna believe me!
I'm outta here!
[growling]
Woo! Really got the blood pumpin' today.
[panting]
Don't forget to stay hydrated.
[groaning]
It's onion-infused water; for better bladder function.
Ugh. Well, it tastes like B.O.
I'll say!
[gargling]
Ah.
You kids must be famished. It's grub time!
Pizza and fries!
Burgers with cheese!
Blood oranges.
No, I mean actual grubs.
Ew!
Ooh.
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 6:00 a.m. lake swim,
followed by hot yoga, followed by 200
squat thrusts.
Hey, these are great with a little of this B.O. water.
No one's home. Especially if you're Lola.
Lana, open up. I know this is your sad can.
Go away!
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
I should have let you have your party.
It was your chance to shine.
You really did me dirty, Lols.
I know, but I have a big surprise that might make up
for all the terrible things I did.
We're listening.
Whoa.
Wow, you did all this?
Heh. I'm gonna smell like a farm animal for a week,
but some things are worth it.
Thank you, Lola, for the best trashiest party ever!
You're welcome. Now let's blow out our candles.
Happy birthday, Lans.
Happy birthday, Lols.
[whooshing]
Got it! Wait wait wait, one more for safety.
I can't believe you managed to get
- the exploding candles, too. - Wait. What?
[splattering]