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.
In exchange for transporting me to the planetarium,
I've done your Calculus homework.
Next time I would appreciate a challenge.
Oh, and here are my dirty gym clothes too.
And don't forget I like the lavender scented dryer sheets.
- Ah! - Sorry, Leni!
[grunting]
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 'cause 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, paper boy, nun incident.
[shrieking]
Should I leave a note?
[sobbing]
If I can help Leni get her license, she'll drive us anywhere.
And Lori will have to wash her own jeggings.
Wow, it's just like a real spinny thingy.
Technically, it's called a steering wheel.
Wow, go Leni!
Move it, slow poke! Mama needs a new driving dress!
Easy there, fast and furious.
- But I have to get to the mall! - The mall can wait.
You've got a driving test to pass.
Did you pass?/
No, she did not.
She did, however, refuse to obey the speed limit,
failed to use the turn signals and she redirected the test vehicle
to the mall, where she proceeded to hip check and tackle Mrs. Jolinski.
[muffled yells]
Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln. That's your plan?
Teaching Leni to drive?
She can't even drive a lawnmower.
[shrieking]
Make it stop!
Trust me, you're gonna fail, you and Leni both.
Now where's Lynn? She owes me a pedicure.
This isn't over yet.
OK, 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!
Oh, oh, oh! I'll help! I'll help!
- I'll help! - Me, me, me!
- I wanna help. - I can be of assistance.
Alright guys, we need to set it up like a real car.
[cheering]
Thanks, guys! There's a squirrel in the road. What do you do?
[squeaking]
[screaming]
Use your turn signal. Nope, that's the break.
No, that's the gas. No, that's my face.
This! This is the turn signal!
Oh, you mean the blinky-blink?
The blinky-blink?
Yeah, it's right by the spinny thingy.
The spinny-- Ah, that's the problem!
I haven't been speaking Leni.
There's a country named after me?
What does the gas pedal do?
- Boots from the 60's. - Go-go!
Yes!
Leni, I think you're ready for the next level.
- Remember what we practiced, Leni. - Go-go boot.
Lynn, I'm still waiting on that pedicure!
[cheering]
I'm not giving up the car keys that easily.
- Click. - Got it.
Never check your mirrors.
Always comment on your driving instructor's weight.
Ah, there you are.
Don't you need a ride to the comic book store?
And lavender sheets, don't forget.
No thanks. I think I'll wait for Leni to get back from her driving test
with her new license.
Psh, 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 it's just because if Leni can drive my room will never be clean
and no one will need me for anything ever again!
We gotta get to the DMV!
Oh, thank goodness she's OK.
- And maybe she passed. - No, she did not.
Well, that makes 14.
Guess I'll have to driver a lawn mower forever.
Look, Leni, it wasn't your fault.
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.
[gasping]
- How could you? - I'm really sorry, Leni.
But I know how to make it up to you.
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?