[gasping]
Emergency sibling meeting! We need to discuss this.
It's a love letter and it's addressed to L. Loud.
Dear L. Loud, day after day I hope and I pine.
I'm too shy to come forward, but I wish you were mine.
Signed "Your secret admirer".
L. Loud could be any one of us.
[music playing]
[clearing throat]
[gasping]
How do we figure out who it's really for?
Since the writer is clearly shy,
we each need to send a signal to the person we think wrote it.
How do you know all this?
Vampires send a lot of secret admirer letters.
Ah, the futility of life. Am I right, Silas?
- Hi. - Ah!
Based on the fluttering of your gorgeous eyelids,
you must have had quite a REM cycle.
[screaming]
Nice moves, Paige!
Did everyone send their signals?
I totally sent mine to Benny.
[farting]
I let Winston know the score.
And I let Skippy know I'm game by souping up his ride.
[screaming]
- Now we just have to wait for-- - Dudes!
A second letter!
[gasping]
Roses are red, they brighten our town,
and your sweet smile, and you're hair which is... brown?
Luna, why aren't you cheering?
Yeah, and come to think of it, you never told us the signal you gave Sam.
That's 'cause I didn't give one. Sam's way out of my league, dudes.
No way. That's not true.
Yeah, Luna, you are totes still in this.
OK Lucy, what's the next step?
We need to deliver a token in return.
For you.
"Your flower and poem were a decent start."
"My token for you is a beating heart."
[beating]
- It's from a pig in the Biology lab. - Ah!
Because I think you really rock,
I give to you my lucky jock.
Ah!
It's true that I do a whole lot of jokin'.
But I have feelings too and this pie is a token.
Roses are red, McSwagger is sick.
My token for you is my favorite pick.
Dream on, Loons. You're the owner of a lonely heart.
Did everybody deliver their tokens?
I bailed, dudes. There's no way Sam digs me.
O-M-Gosh, you guys!
The secret admirer is the mailman!
He just handed me this letter.
Here's a third letter, 'cause I'm still feeling skittish.
I dig your sweet sounds and love of all things British.
Luna, it's definitely you!
Meet me tonight at Bangers and Mash, the British eatery and rock venue.
Whoa, this is really happening.
I don't see Sam anywhere.
Maybe Sam's hidden behind that dork in the big British hat.
That dork is sitting with Mom.
- Oh, it's Dad. - What are you guys doing here?
Luna got a secret admirer letter from Sam telling her to meet here.
We're here for moral support.
There's been a mix-up. That letter was meant for your father.
Secret admirer letters are kind of our thing.
Every morning at my crossing guard job, I'd listen for his melodious voice.
- Hello, love! - I thought he was out of my league.
So I started slipping notes in his pocket as he passed by.
By my third note,
I got up the nerve to ask him to meet me here.
If you took a risk with Dad, why can't I take a risk with Sam?
Why are we sitting around waiting for them to come to us?
We should go to them.
[music playing]
- See ya later, Sam. - See ya!