A new day, a new chance to restore truth to the Loud House.
Hey, Lincoln, what do you think of my new haircut?
I went to this new place where they cut your hair
in under three minutes or it's free.
Um, it's great. You look amazing.
- That's a lie. - You don't like it.
Uh, I mean, it's not terrible.
He is still lying through his chipped teeth.
Just tell me the truth, Lincoln.
OK, OK. It's the worst haircut I've ever seen.
There's bald patches everywhere.
And then just this random rat tail in the back.
[groaning]
Excellent. This is why the truth is important.
Now that Leni knows her hair looks awful,
she can remedy the situation.
So don't keep me in suspense. What do you think?
- Maybe we should talk in the car. - I also installed cameras in Vanzilla.
Fine. It's boring, Mom.
You spent 10 pages describing a garden. -
That was supposed to be a metaphor, but fine.
Harsh. But every writer does need truthful feedback.
Hey, Lori, are you free? I need a ride to the dump.
On Thursdays, the hair salon throws out the extra hair
and it makes the perfect stuffing for a beanbag chair
if you can tolerate the smell.
A ride? Well...
Technically, yes, I am free to give you a ride.
- Woohoo! Yeah! - Come on.
Mm-hm, well, it seems as though everything is on track.
And now, as everyone continues to tell the truth,
it's time for my midday cellular rejuvenation,
street name: nap.
I re-gifted your present a Pop Pop.
I laughed, but I don't get it.
Your bedtime stories feel phoned in.
Your poems are the worst.
Your breath smells like the undead.
- I can't remember your middle name. - I wasn't still at work.
I was hiding in the laundry room, eating pudding.
Apologies for my tardiness family, I was having quite the REM cycle.
So what's on the menu, father?
Cabbage and fish sauce. Back by popular demand.
What's the matter? Aren't you guys hungry?
Dad, I hate to say this, but thanks to Lisa, we have no choice.
This dish is gross and not in a good way.
- It's super gnarly. - It smells like Walt's birdcage.
- But the other night you all... - We didn't like it then either.
After you went to bed, we ordered takeout.
Well, have fun eating cereal for dinner,
So Lynn, got any jokes to liven this dinner up a little?
Well, since some people find my jokes pretty forced,
- I'd rather not. - Mother, any compelling work stories?
Some say my voice makes them zone out, so I'll pass.
OK, uh, Laurie,
how about treating us to some juicy gossip.
Oh, I wouldn't want to annoy anyone with my stories that go on and on.
Ugh, I'm out of here. Lost my appetite.
[beeping]
- That is false. You still have it. - Fine, I'll eat in my room.
I totes can't believe you would say that to me!
I probably don't eat cool enough.
I admit eating alone isn't ideal, but I still think this is for the best.
- Lie. - No, it isn't.
I'm doing my family a service and I'm certain they'll thank me someday.
[beeping]
False. You no longer believe that.
Okay, fine. You're right. The experiment has been a disaster.
I thought enforcing honesty would save my family,
- but instead it brought them to ruin. - Talk about irony.
Attention family, could you please gather in the living room?
What now? Did you make fart detecting glasses?
No, listen, I wanted to apologize for subjecting you to my experiment.
While I still think the truth is best, I see now that little white
lies do help maintain social harmony.
- Oh, thank goodness. - That's a relief.
No backsies.
So with no further ado, I will now destroy the cameras.
Father, a boost please.
Only a few hundred of these to remove.
Ah, yes, I forgot they're protected with military grade
self-defense systems.
Oh no. Are we stuck with them forever?
Hmm.
There may be another way.
OK, everyone ready. Commence.
- One plus one is six. - That is a lie.
- The moon is made of blue cheese. - Falsehood.
The earth is literally flat. - Fabrication.
[sighing]
Unicorns are real!
Lie! Fib! Whopper! Doosy!
Fiction! Fable! Disinformation!
Misinformation!
System overload...
And that's how you do it.
[cheering
Woo! All that fibbing worked up an appetite--
Who's up for some of Dad's famous squid ink surprise?
Um... father?
That sounds delightful.
Eee! Coming right up!
- Now you're getting the hang of it. - I'll get the takeout menus.