Lola Loud, you clever little minx.
It's here! It's here!
I can't believe it's our seventh birthday.
Personally, I don't feel a day over six and a half.
Listen, thanks for letting me plan the party this year.
I know it wasn't easy to give it up, but you were weirdly cool about it.
You just made it so easy.
Meet you at Tall Timbers Park, ha-ha!
What, Dunkin?
[hissing]
It's party time.
Hey! Hey, stop guys! Come back!
- Aw! - What's going on?
The garbage guys threw away my garbage decorations.
What?
But how could they not understand the vision you were going for?
It's okay.
At least the bull will be here soon.
Hello?
Uh, muddy Loud kid, this is Flip.
I can't make it to the party.
I got four flapjacks and no spare.
Oh, listen I gotta go. Roy found my pastrami sandwich
and the thing was oozing with spicy mustard.
[screaming]
Oh. Well, I guess there's no bull either.
All of Flip's tires are flat.
You're kidding. What are the chances?
Oh look, the guests are starting to arrive.
Well, I better go welcome everyone.
I'll try to put on a happy face.
Hi!
Aw, man. What now?
- Hello? - Can't bring the cake today.
Someone tipped off the health inspector about all the dirt and bugs at the bakery
and now I have to clean the whole place top to bottom.
And then I said, "You call that lemon chiffon?"
I do not think so.
[laughing]
Lana, aren't you going to join our party?
This party is officially ruined.
No bull, no cake, no decorations.
I am so sorry.
Lola, you've got to help me out.
Is there anything you can do to save our birthday party?
I might be able to figure something out.
Whoa, I can't believe you were able to pull us together so fast.
Well, it's not gonna be as good as the awesome party you had planned.
But it will have to do.
Hey, Lola, hope you don't mind. I came back for some cake.
Wait. You know the garbage man who threw away my decorations?
[stammering]
Hey, fancy Loud kid.
Watch where you leave this thing. It popped my tire,
which I will be charging you for.
Ooh! Parisian table runners!
Lola, what was your tiara doing under Flip's tires?
What? That's not even my tiara.
Everybody's wearing them nowadays.
Save it. I can't believe you.
You've been lying this whole time.
The garbage trucks, the cake, the bull.
There haven't been any mix ups at all.
You just wanted the party your way again.
It's not fair, Lola.
It was my turn.
I'm taking our present from Aunt Ruth.
Enjoy your party.
Come on, guys, let's ride.
OK girls, time to blow out the candles.
Where's your sister?
I... I... ruined her party!
And drove her away!
I've got to fix this. Stall for me, OK?
Huh, and you said I wouldn't need this.
[humming]
[groaning]
Mitch, I need you to bring out all the food colors.
Come on, Roy, move your big bull butt!
Well, at least there's rotten food in here.
Party favors!
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?
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.
Got it. Wait, wait, wait. One more for safety.
I can't believe you managed to get the exploding candles too.
Wait, what?