[Lincoln] Come on, Lori, this is a lot of laundry.
I don't think it's worth it.
Do you want a ride to the comic book store or not?
- [sighs] Fine. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where are you going? Those are just my jeggings.
Let me get the rest.
Wore this yesterday. Wore that Tuesday.
Whoops, that definitely needs to be washed.
Lori is the only Loud kid with a driver's license,
which means that in this house...
there's no such thing as a free ride.
Sorry, Leni! Ouch!
[groans] What are you doing with all this stuff?
I need a ride to the mall,
so Lori told me to make her bed,
which is weird because I'm pretty sure she already has one.
Wait, why are you doing chores for Lori?
Aren't you old enough to drive yourself to the mall?
Yeah, but I failed the driving test 12 times.
Everyone's given up on teaching me.
Dad's still mad about
the fire-hydrant paperboy-nun incident.
[screaming]
Should I leave a note?
What if I teach you to drive?
Wow! You have your license?
Well, no, but I do have a crazy high score on...
Total Turbo XXII,
the world's awesomest racing video game!
Fun!
The road is straight, so keep the wheel straight.
Leni, you have to stay on the road.
But what's the point?
We're not going anywhere fun.
Sure we are.
We're going to, uh... the mall.
[gasps] Why didn't you say so?
Game on!
Wow! Go, Leni!
Move it, slowpoke! Mama needs a new driving dress!
That was incredible!
You've got a driving test to pass.
Did you pass?
No, she did not.
She did, however, refuse to obey the speed limit,
fail to use her turn signals,
and she redirected the test vehicle toward the mall,
where she proceeded to hip-check and tackle Mrs. Jelinsky!
Okay, lesson one: preparing to drive.
Oh, you're teaching Leni to drive?
Score! Can I help?
I'm sick of sanding Lori's calluses!
- Ugh, barf! - Thanks, Lynn!
- Me too. - Ah!
I can't write another poem for Bobby.
I've run out of words that rhyme with "babe".
[chuckles nervously] Thanks, Lucy...
- I can help! - I'll help! I'll help!
- Me, too! I wanna help! - Me, me, me!
- I can be of assistance. - This is a brake pedal.
What does the brake pedal do?
- White shoes after Labor Day. - Eww, stop.
Exactly.
This is the gas pedal.
What does the gas pedal do?
- Boots from the '60s. - Go-go!
Yes!
Leni, I think you're ready for the next level.
Remember what we practiced, Leni.
Go-go boot.
White shoe!
[sighs] Go-go boot!
[shouting] Watch out!
Good side!
She's doing it! Yeah, nice job, Leni!
I'm doing it!
[straining] Stupid jeggings!
Whoa!
Where is everybody?
[shouting]
I'm not giving up the car keys that easily.
Night, Leni. You're gonna do great tomorrow.
Night, Lincoln. Night, Lori.
[snoring]
Click, got it.
Never check your mirrors.
Always comment on your driving instructor's weight.
In America, we drive on the left side of the road.
Ugh, there you are.
Don't you need a ride to the comic book store?
And lavender sheets, don't forget.
No, thanks.
I'll wait for Leni to get back from taking her driving test,
with her new license.
Pssh, she's not gonna pass. Now, get to washing.
Actually, I'm pretty sure she will pass.
No, she won't, because I made sure of it.
- Wait, what? - Nothing.
Uh, no, you don't.
So help me, Lori, I will shrink your favorite bobby sweater
in the dryer if you don't tell me what you--
Stop! Fine.
I might have sabotaged Leni
by giving her bad driving instructions while she slept,
but just because if Leni can drive,
my room will never be clean and no one will ever name me
for anything ever again!
Are you crazy, woman?
What if your bad driving instructions make Leni crash?
What if she gets hurt?
- I didn't think of that. - We gotta get to the DMV!
Oh, thank goodness, she's okay.
[Lincoln] And maybe she passed.
No, she did not.
She did, however, drive on the wrong side of the road,
neglected to check her mirrors
and commented on the driving instructor's weight.
Well, that makes 14.
Guess I'll have to drive a lawnmower forever.
Look, Leni, it wasn't your fault.
Yes, it was.
You worked so hard to help me pass.
You even learned to speak Leni.
[sighs] I blew it.
I was just thinking about all the fun places
I would drive us to.
The mall, the comic book store, the mall...
I'm sorry I let you down.
I can't take it anymore!
It was my fault.
I sabotaged your test.
"Sab-o-tage"?
It's like she went and bought the dress she knew you wanted.
[gasps] How could you?
I'm really sorry, Leni,
but I know how to make it up to you.
You'll buy me the dress?
It was really nice of you to help Leni practice
for her next test.
It's the least I could do.
Is this the carpool lane?