[screaming]
Oh, yeah, baby! I win!
I've got 200 dollars.
I just need a way to save four dollars.
Ooh, 10 cents off the dented one.
A couple more savings like this
and I'll have enough for my zombie bran.
Yippee-ki-ay, market shoppers!
[screaming]
Lynn?!
[gasping] Eject, eject!
Ah, nice! Soft landing!
Ugh, maybe for you.
If Rowdy and the squad are going to pull out a win,
they need my good luck,
and you guys know I can't do my superstitions alone.
Now, who's coming to help?
Um
[groans] It reeks of hot jellyfish in here!
It's good luck for the team.
Bring the sting! Bring the sting!
Bring the sting!
It's good luck for the team.
Lori, get up there with our mascot and do the wiggle.
Please don't make me do this.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
[laughing]
It's good luck for the team.
Sorry, Lynn, but your game day superstitions
are way too intense.
Yeah, that's why they work.
I can chug faster than you.
[belching]
I win! In your face, Milkon!
Whoo!
Race you to the top!
Ow!
Whoo-hoo!
I win! You went down hard!
I thought I was going up.
[babbling]
Yes, I win! I stacked more blocks than you!
Uh, uh, uh, uh!
[blowing a raspberry]
Boom, I win! Made an explosion first.
I wasn't trying to make an explosion.
Dang it.
I can wash faster than you!
I can brush faster than you!
I can go to sleep the fastest!
[groaning]
I can also snore the loudest!
[snoring]
[groaning]
Protein for my players!
Loud rebound for you and for you.
Heads up, Margo, Loud rebound coming at you.
What gives?
You just don't let good meat fall to the ground like that.
- I'm not hungry. - Do you want to work out
some plays before the game?
No, thanks. You'll probably just end up
doing your own thing anyway.
What's that supposed to mean?
So you didn't spend the whole last game
trying to make a big place so you could
get the spotlight back?
Okay, maybe I did.
So what? I deserve that spotlight.
I worked really hard for it.
That's not the point, Lynn.
I never minded being in your shadow,
but it seems like you can't do the same for anyone else,
even for a second, even for a friend.
So, you and Marco used to be besties,
but now there's a literal beef between you.
[whistling]
Hey, Margo, can I talk to you?
Wait up!
Margo, I know I can be really competitive.
Can you guys lay off? I'm trying to apologize here!
[whistling]
Okay, girls, there's one minute left.
Just get the ball to Lynn.
Well, don't forget about Miracle Margo.
This is a team sport.
[whistling]
Margo, take it!
What are you doing?
It's all you, Margo.
Why? You had an open shot.
Listen, you were right.
When you were getting all that attention
I should have just been happy for you,
the way you always are for me.
I'm sorry.
Well, thanks. I appreciate the apology.
Here, go win the game for us.
No, I want you to take the shot.
No, I want you to have it.
No, seriously, you really should.
- I insist. - Please, you go.
[cheering]
That's my Paula!
[chanting] Paula! Paula! Paula!
Well, looks like the spotlight's off both of us now.
Eh, I don't mind.
Let her enjoy the attention while it lasts.
[grunting] Paula! Paula!
You forget that you've got a secret weapon: me.
I'll teach you everything you need to know about football.
Um
Good, now drop and give me 20.
I've only got a five.
[music playing]
[retching]
[grunting]
[panting]
[honking]
[screaming]
Hike!
Everyone take a knee.
Paula, you can stand.
I owe you an apology.
I treated you all like crud.
This is supposed to be about having fun,
but I totally blew it by focusing on the win.
So listen, I want to make it up to you guys.
At the next game, everyone gets to play an equal amount.
Are you sure? The next game is the championship.
What about your flabber?
It's flibber, and it's not important anymore.
Being a true champion isn't about winning a trophy,
it's about treating your teammates with respect.
[buzzer]
Welcome to the Royal Woods
Girls' Basketball League Championship.
We've got Jean Juan's Brie Throwers
vs. Flip's Food and Fuel's Turkey Jerkies.
Some names, don't you think, Pep?
My name's Pep, who am I to judge?
There's the ref and the whistle,
and here's the tip-off.
Turkey Jerkies take the ball and easily run it up the court.
The Jerkies pass it around.
Back to Lynn Loud who runs it forward,
but the Brie Throwers are on her.
- Paula! - Lynn passes to Paula,
who nails it!
Ooh, it's off the rim!
Ow!
That's okay. Good hustle, Paula.
Ouch, she is gonna feel that tomorrow, huh, Pep?
I don't feel anything anymore.
Nice try Amy. You almost had it.
Diane dribbles up court,
passes to Maya, who takes a shot.
Oh, it's rolling around
Ooh, Paula taps it in from below!
Ah, crutch play, Paula.
Diane and Amy run the ball up court.
Amy! I'm open! I'm open!
She passes to Lynn.
Lynn Loud with the ball, alley-oop!
The Jerkies are really hustling out there.
But will it be enough, Pep?
Will it be enough?
Ooh, don't spoil it for me.
- Lynn's got the ball. - Maya, catch!
Maya's got it!
[yawning] Oop, getting sleepy there.
Making herself comfortable.
Maya, wake up, clock's running out!
Maya wakes up!
Maya's on the move,
but the Brie Throwers are on her.
And with time running out the Jerkies gotta make a move.
[buzzer]
[cheering]
[screaming]
Well, Pep, in our 20 years of calling games,
I don't think we've ever seen anything like that.
Has it been only 20? Feels like a thousand.
What are you celebrating for? You just got creamed 50 to 12.
We don't care. We all got to play.
Thanks to Lynn!
Lynn! Lynn!
Great job, team. One free Flippee for all of ya!
Yeah!
Seriously, dude?
You ready, stinking? It's go time!
Whoo!
Tonight's game night in the Loud House.
Sounds fun, right?
Not when you have a sister like Lynn.
Yo, twins, hope you read the menu,
because you're about to get served.
It's not that the rest of us don't like playing games.
Heck, we don't even care that Lynn wins every time,
it's just she's not exactly a "good winner".
Oh, yeah, baby!
I win!
Winner, winner, chicken dinner!
I thought we were having salmon.
Yes!
I win! Hah!
Losers clean up.
And if you think that's bad,
last week she waited until everyone fell asleep
and then wrote loser on their foreheads.
Fortunately, I got out of that one.
Hey, I was just wondering.
Do you guys know any good therapists?
Well, Clyde recommend--
To help you deal with your loss tonight?
Burn!
[sighing]
Okay, guys, what'll it be tonight?
Go-go fishy!
Good choice, Lily. Go Fish it is.
Lynn, do you possess any sevens?
Hope you've got gas in your boat.
Pardon? I have no aquatic vehicles.
'Cause you're going fishing!
Lori, you seemed pretty interested in deuces last round.
Got any?
[sighs]
Boom, welcome to Loser Town!
Population: you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you!
Well, now that that's over with
Wait, wait, hold up.
Tonight's special. It's my
300th win in a row!
I am unbeaten by you chumps!
Whoo!
[coughing]
Dudes, this confetti's made from our homework!
Bogus!
Okay, we'll have to establish a few ground rules.
One, keep your hands off my
stuff.
- As I was saying - Pew, pew, pew!
Let's just set this down.
Careful!
Please, don't.
Bun-Bun!
You okay? Did the mean girl hurt you?
You know, I'm noticing a complete
lack of balls in this room.
No soccer balls, no footballs, no baseballs, no balls.
Good thing I brought my own!
[yawns] Would you look at the time?
Let's just turn in and get this night over with.
What do you mean? It's still early
and you have a fun new roommate.
- Yeah-- - Lucha libre!
I can't see anything!
It's Lunatic Lynn off the third turnbuckle!
What? What? I can't hear anything either!
[grunting]
One, two, three! You're out!
Yeah, Lunatic Lynn is el campeón del mundo!
Can we just go to sleep?
There is less pain involved.
Not when you're a sleep fighter like me!
[gasps] Two for flinching.
[laughing]
- What are you doing? - What? It helps me fall asleep.
Well, it doesn't help me. Can you knock it off?
[farting]
[groaning] Lynn!
Dutch oven!
[laughing]
[gasping]
Good night, Lincoln.
Good night.
[snoring]
There's probably a way you're supposed to do this,
but I don't know it, so, yeah
- We got to break up. - What?
Look, it's nothing personal,
but the only reason I asked you out is because all my friends
are doing the couples thing and I don't want to be left out.
Late bloomer, huh? That's rough.
- Bro! - Oh, um Sorry, sorry.
The thing is, this mushy coupley stuff isn't for me
and I can't keep trying to fake it.
[sighs] I'm just sorry if you've, you know,
fallen head over heels in love with me or something.
Um, actually, I only said yes to dating you
so my friends would stop razzing me
about not having a girlfriend.
Ooh!
Huh, totally get it.
Dude, private conversation!
Oh, yeah, yeah. My bad, my bad.
Moovin' on.
Wow! Well, I definitely didn't see that coming,
but I guess I'm glad I'm not the only lame-o here.
[laughing] Who says we're lame
for not being into all that romance junk?
Maybe our friends are the weird ones!
[laughing and chatting]
- Definitely. - Definitely.
[laughing]
All right, one cookie dough milkshake.
Oh, thank you, sir.
Hey, Lynn, we didn't see you come in.
Sit with us.
Aw, that's okay.
I know you're all doing your couple thing
so I'm just gonna hang in the kiddie section.
[laughing]
Oh, I'm ready for you this time, buddy.
Ah!
Let's do this!
[laughing]
[in unison] Be right back.
Missed me, chump!
[shouting]
Loud, where are you going?
- Bathroom! - Again?
[crowd cheering]
Hey, aren't you that twerp from the park?
We're going to knock you on your tail feathers.
[growling]
[whistling]
[cheering] Touchdown Roosters!
Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk, oh!
Tackle made by Loud!
[cheering]
Ball carried by Loud!
Touchdown, Lincoln Loud!
Heh. Ouch!
[whistles] Half time!
Hey, Loud, over here.
They want to interview you for TV.
Take off your helmet.
Uh, I gotta
Let me guess, go to the bathroom.
You guys want an action shot of me and my whistle?
[whistling]
[crowd cheering]
That last play was sensational.
What can you tell us about it?
That last play?
Uh, the thing is, that was in the past,
and I'm all about the future.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to pee.
Guys, how about this one?
[whistling]
Set, hut, hut, hike!
[shouting]
[whistling]
[laughing]
Back off, give him some air.
- Lynn?! - Who's Lynn?
I thought you were Lincoln.
No, I'm Lincoln.
Lynn, are you okay?
I'm fine, I think I just sprained my ankle.
Would somebody mind telling me what the heck is going on?
Yes, I'd like to know, too.
This is all my fault, Mom.
I didn't want to play football,
so I convinced Lynn to play for me.
Bogus, guys. I mean, unacceptable.
Take care of that ankle,
I want you on my team next year.
Hey, Lincoln, you're coming to my softball game today, right?
Dang it, should have done a head count.
Actually, Lynn, I've got some important business to attend to.
Like Ace Savvy versus the Cardshark.
Lame, my team has won our last six games,
and you're the only member of this family
who hasn't come out to support me.
That's because I was supporting
six other sisters at their things.
Sorry, Lynn, I just can't do it today.
Sure you won't reconsider?
[cheering]
Let's do this!
Well, it's a beautiful day at the park, isn't it, Pep?
Oh, sure it is.
It's the bottom of the ninth
with the Royal Woods Squirrels up 3-nothing.
Could this be another shutout for star pitcher Lynn Loud?
[cheering]
Go, Lynn!
Loud is performing her signature good luck rituals.
Hutta-hut! Hutta-hut! Hutta-hut!
Hey, Pep, you believe there's anything
to these kinds of superstitions?
I don't know.
Well, here's the windup and the pitch.
Oh, looks like the softball gods did not love that Cossack dance.
Hated that Cossack dance.
Ha-ha, I'm in!
Hey, I thought I kicked you out!
Fern, we meet again.
[grunting]
Huh?
[panting]
Bingo.
[sniffing]
[sighs]
[engine starts]
♪ Jelly, jelly, jelly Jelly, jelly, jelly ♪
♪ Jelly, jelly, jelly ♪
How long do we have to do this?
Lynn said for the rest of the game.
I don't know, kind of digging being a jellyfish.
[straining]
Down in front, buddy!
Oh, whoa!
Um, guys, Lynn's back.
Huh?
[grunting]
Get her!
Ah!
Whoo! Yeah!
Check it out, this fan moves like a penguin!
Give it up for the Penguin!
[grunting]
[crowd booing]