[giggling]
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 because we all do our fair share.
Chores all done.
[farting]
Lincoln, speak to me.
My whole life just flashed before my eyes.
Let me try. I read all about this
in "Oopsie, My Baby Made a Poopsie".
[farts]
[wheezing]
That was weird.
Your life just flashed before my eyes.
[cooing]
[giggling]
[farts]
[gasping]
It's practically radioactive!
Huh. Radioactive, you say?
It pays to have a sister whose hobby is nuclear physics.
Ah!
[giggling]
[slow motion] No...!
[screaming] Oh, man, watch out!
Giving me community service?
Just see what happens next time
when you call trying to sell those calendars.
[chirping]
[squeaking]
Maybe this won't be so bad.
Ah, well, that didn't take long.
Guess I have time to relax.
[sniffing]
[sighing]
Hmm, he's more of a food bot than a chore bot,
but worth a try.
Wait, I refuse to do the parrot's--
Just needs a little more processing power..
and done.
Breakfast Bot, do the dishes.
It worked! Sort of.
[sighing]
This is the life.
Guys, do you know what this means?
That Sid's a genius?
Sure am.
Ah, ah! Ugh!
No, it means we can make the bot do anything.
We'll never have to do another chore ever again.
[giggling]
Ow, your squishy baby legs are surprisingly powerful.
Warning, power level at 25%.
Breakfast Bot, walk Lalo next.
Lalo, heel!
Oh, Breakfast Bot, take out the trash too!
[loud thud]
Luckily, I am not programmed to smell.
Good, 'cause my burnt chonies need dry cleaning.
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 Clint, and airmail from Walt.
What about Geo?
[toilet 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 coming!
We'll just hide the frogs in the garage.
Easy peasy.
[croaking]
Not so easy peasy.
[croaking]
Hops, how'd the frogs get out?
[honking]
Ten down, forty to go.
Open up, Loud. Frog inspection.
[giggling]
[straining]
Can I get a little help here?
Can't you see I'm doing the laundry?
[chuckles] L-O-L, Bobby.
Whoa!
I got this. Luna, a little cleanup music?
You got it, sis.
[music playing] One, two, three!
[whistling]
Good night, Loud House.
Well, there's no way we're going to find anything in here.
I think it's time we had the kids give away
some of their old stuff.
[screaming]
[laughing]
[gasping] Mr Snuggles!
[gasping]
[laughing]
Eureka!
My pregame punchers! Man, this feels like Christmas!
Yeah, but with way more stuff.
Come on, guys, focus.
You need to be getting rid of stuff, not eating it.
[awkward laugh]
Whoa!
Come on, it's my first mud pie. Perfectly aged!
Why do we have to get rid of all this great stuff?
- Yeah! - We love our old things!
Well, we're sorry, kiddos, but in a house with 13 people
there's just not enough room for it all.
Aww, come on!
We all have to make sacrifices sometimes,
even your father donates ties
from his prized collection every now and then.
Huh?
- Who's with me? - We are!
Janice, how soon can we get back on the grid?
24 hours? What if I throw in a muffin basket?
Come on! You gotta be around here somewhere!
Hang on, Lily! Your big brother is coming!
There's a better way.
Wash and learn. [laughs]
Sigh.
Hang on, Lily, I'm coming!
[gasping]
So... much... underwear!
Yeah, and that's just dad's.
Now get out of my way, little bro.
I've got a system.
Poop patrol is done, but no Lily!
Beds are made, no Lily!
[groaning]
No baby.
Maybe she's under all this trash!
Step aside!
Taking out the trash...
is my job.
Oh?