[sniffing] What's that smell?
Oh, I just put on a fresh coat.
I have a few things decomposing.
[sighing] Just airing out the dogs.
Um, okay. Well, it's not Leni's nails
or rotting flesh. [gagging]
It's definitely not feet. This smell is [sniffing] divine.
Huh?
Luana Banana, it's you?
Hey, Dad.
Is that a Monte Cristo sandwich? On brioche?
Ah, I messed it up. It's supposed to be on bread.
No!
[groaning]
Here, Lana, I made this for you.
It's a specialized spray
that smells exactly like our house.
I used the essence of Lynn's gym bag,
dad's cooking, Lola's perfume,
Geo's hamster cage, et cetera, et cetera.
It's to combat homesickness.
[sniffing]
Wow. Thanks, Lisa.
It's in my eyes!
Ew, that's disgusting!
Hey, it was just getting fun.
[snoring]
What are you doing with that?
Oh, this? [chuckles]
Just, uh, getting it dry-cleaned.
You keep healing, sunshine.
What is this weird sparkly towel?
It's called a dress, Lana.
Now hold still while I work my magic.
Uh! It smells like princess farts.
[sniffing]
[groaning]
Oh, hey, Lola.
Your hairspray makes a great deodorant.
It really covers up that musky man smell.
Hmm.
[sighing]
Help me get my arms unstuck.
You're gonna feel some slight discomfort and...
[screaming]
Ah, it's the Model C.
Can we watch it hover around the parking lot?
Yeah, can Boris have a selfie?
Please let us test it out.
[clearing throat]
Oh, boy. Yeah, yeah.
[sniffing]
Mmm.
New casket smell.
Boris has found his smile.
I like it.
[cheering]
Anyone want a low cal bean chip?
Vomit.
They're delicious and sups high fiber. [farting]
Yes, apparently.
It was the seat. See?
[groaning]
Now, it's not doing it.
Suffocating.
[groaning]
Be strong, kids! No windows!
[gagging]
It's in my mouth.
[gasping]
- This is better! - What?!
[shrieking]
[panting]
Is everyone okay?
[male in outhouse] I've been better!
[coughing]
Lola! [coughing]
How many perfume samples did you take?
What? The sign said help yourself.
[gasping] We're here.
You guys are the best. Thanks again for your help.
You got this. He's a lucky dude.
Wait. Anyone got a breath mint?
[coughing]
So, what's on the agenda?
I saw a photo booth back there.
We should jump in and give it a go.
[gasping] There he is.
Hey, Benny.
Hi, Luan. These are for you.
They're from our garden.
Wow, daisies.
[sniffing]
Ah, they smell so fresh.
And this is for you, my lady.
Oh, wow, wood polish.
[sniffing] Mm, smells so musty.
So, Luan, you ready for a fun day?
Are you kidding me?
She's been counting down the seconds.
[laughing] Oh.
Leave me alone!
Oh, great, you're my driver.
I seem to recall you running me over once.
Hey, don't forget my goods.
Seriously Flip?
You want a tip, you gotta earn it.
[groaning]
[grunting]
Holy nachos!
You can kiss your five stars goodbye.
[farting]
And your upholstery.
[groaning]
Lola! Did you take my Red Riot lipstick again?!
No, but someone took my perfume. I bet it was Leni.
Was not, but I'd like to know
who took my pink chiffon dress, Lori.
You're literally one always stretching out my sweaters
- every time you borrow them. - Fess up.
We can do this the hard way or-
Hang on. I smell my perfume. [sniffing]
Lynn, you'd better not be using my perfume
to cover the stink of your hockey pads!
[gasping]
[sniffing]
Do you guys smell something nasty?
Hey, hope you're hungry, gang.
I finally perfected my new cabbage casserole.
Wow, Daddy! Smells great.
Some of your best work, honey.
Wait. I forgot the fish sauce.
It really brings out the sulfur notes.
[chuckles]
Quick, ditch it before we have to eat
the fish sauce.
Hey, buddy, do you want to try my latest baking creation?
Do I? I mean, yes, I definitely do.
These are amazing, Clyde.
Thanks. You gave me the idea, actually.
Oatmeal and butterscotch together at last.
[groaning]
Who's been dirtying my freshly waxed hallways
and on the day of the school board meeting?
[sniffing]
Do I smell butterscotch?
Yes, would you like a cookie?
Ah.
You know what? I want you to have this.
Mrs. Grouse would want it to be in such good hands.
Wow. Thank you, Mr. Grouse.
This is the best gift I've ever gotten.
I have to get you something special.
Hmm.
[grunting]
Here, my lucky socks.
Wow. You wore these the whole season, didn't ya?
Thanks Loud.
Go for Operation Pig Parade.
Showtime y'all.
Shoo wee!
[oinking]
We're so close to the other cars,
I can smell 'em. [sniffing]
Wait, that's not exhaust.
That smells like...
mud. Sweet, sweet, mud.
Not now, Lana. This is our chance.
Guide us for that ramp.
Right. Right.
- Whoo hoo! - Yeah!
[chuckles, farting]
[belching]
[sniffing] Ah, smells great, Clyde.
Thanks for cooking for us tonight.
Thank you guys for letting me do a test run.
My dad's and I are hosting the Operatic Society.
And we all know how they can be.
They're fussy eaters.
I give you the elegant Parisian dish,
coq au vin.
Elegant and Parisian? Mm.
Ooh.
Glad you enjoyed-
Hey! Who ate one of the wheels off my cart?!
[belching] My bad.
[gasping]
We might have overdone it with the packing peanuts.
[vomiting]
Now to look for clues.
[sniffing] Smell that, Ace?
[sniffing]
Sauteed onions, breadcrumbs, a touch of sage.
My dad's meatloaf!
Follow that warm and comforting scent.
[sniffing]
[gasping] My dad's book.
I think we found our thief.
Time to turn up the heat in this kitchen.
Freeze, recipe thief.
[groaning]
Heavens to baked Alaska.
You boys gave me quite the start.
Drop the spatula, lady! You're busted!
We know you stole that recipe book!
What? That's as crazy as two boys wearing pajamas
in the middle of the day.
I've had this cookbook for decades.
Oh, really?
Then how come the name on the inside cover is
Mildred Scalise? Wait. Who's that?
That's me. I told you that recipe book is mine.
I used it to create this company.
But these recipes are the same as my dad's.
He used them to create his restaurant.
Well, it sounds like your dad stole
the recipes from me.
You'd better take me to meet him.
[creaking]
So, what do you guys think?
I think it stinks.
That's the best part. [sniffing]
Cod with a hint of lobster paste.
[groaning]
[screaming]
Look, it's going upstream to spawn.
[chuckles]
Yeah, on your car.
[shrieking]
[car alarm sounding] On, no, not Vanzilla.
Uh, look at her plotting her next move to take me down.
If she wins the cutest kid competition,
I am finished in this business.
I have to beat Lily, but how?
Everything she does is adorabl.
[sniffing, coughing]
[laughing]
Well, not everything.
Hey, honey.
Dad! [chuckles]
What are you doing here?
I brought lunch.
But, I already have lunch.
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.
Okay, I got Limburger cheese...
[gagging]
a main course of beef Bourguignon...
and don't worry, I brought dessert.
It's an oldie but a goody. It's baked Alaska.
Well, almost. [chuckles]
[shrieking]
[beeping, screaming]
Hey, Linc.
Clyde, what are you doing here?
I couldn't go to that party without you, Lincoln.
Besides, the Hazmat suit was giving me a heat rash.
I guess we'll never get to experience
the wonders of raw sewage.
Or have our nose hairs burned off by the stench.
Hey, Loud, grab a mop!
The toilet in stall three is overflowing.
It's a real stink fest in there.
Put on your galoshes, Clyde, cause it's time to party.
Yeah!
Whoa! This is better than the sewage treatment plant!
It's burning my nose hairs!