The best part of being a chef
is bringing others joy with your food.
And I've got the perfect dish.
Pasta, clams, butter...
[gasps] Geo?
Dad, we can't cook our hamster!
What? Oh, oh! Scram, Geo!
It's my famous Lynn-guine,
the first dish I ever served anyone,
and now it's your turn.
You really think I can pull it off?
Of course. And besides, who better to test your chops on
than your own loving, supportive family?
[arguing]
I'm getting hangry!
Quiet down in there!
[sighs] You got this kiddo.
Oh...
Okay, what you have in front of you
is Dad's famous Lynn-guine and clams.
It's prepared al dente, in a beurre blanc sauce
and finished with just a hint of parsley.
Bon appetit.
Oh man, you were right, Dad!
Seeing those empty plates and happy faces
is making me feel so...
warm.
Oh, honey that meant...
Oh, that might be because the oven's still on.
No, no, I mean it.
That felt almost as good as getting a big laugh on stage.
I'm kinda bummed my elective is over,
I've had so much fun cooking with you, Dad.
Oh, well, I'm glad to hear that,
'cause the fun doesn't have to end!
[gasps] Lynn & Luan's Table?
Yeah! That's right, honey!
I want you to carry on the Loud legacy
and take over the restaurant someday.
What? Me?
No. Who? Me?
Really?
Ah, I can see it now!
You and me taking on the restaurant world by storm,
cracking jokes and yolks, making puns and buns!
Well, I have been having a lot of fun.
And there's so much more to be had.
Hmm, let's do it!
Oh, it's happening!
This might be the happiest moment of my life!
[chuckles]
Ah, get in here, you big dummy!
Fluffier.
Uh...
Frothier.
Foamier!
[screaming]
[sighs] All right, Dad, we need to talk.
[humming]
Oh, we sure do.
Honey, this sauce is amazing!
I think we found ourselves a new menu item.
- But-- - Hang on.
I gotta call my sauce guy.
Ay! Mikey Marinara!
You're never gonna believe what my daughter made!
Oh... Mr. Coconuts, keep this between us,
but, I don't wanna cook anymore.
Dad's kind of taken all the fun out of it,
and I don't know how to tell him that.
He's just so happy, you know?
Mr. Coconuts?
[gasps]
- [whistling] - Lock down the house!
Call the cops! File a missing person's report!
Mr. Coconuts is officially MIA.
Oh, honey relax, Mr. Coconuts is fine.
Yeah, I put him into storage.
Wait! Why would you do that?!
Luan, when I decided to dedicate my life to food,
I didn't touch a cowbell for months.
Comedy can wait, you need to focus on cooking
if you're going to take over the restaurant.
Dad...
Of course, first, you're gonna have to attend
the Culinary Institute of Michigan,
but someone with your talent should breeze right through.
Dad...!
After that, it's on to an apprenticeship.
Maybe you can go somewhere fun like Paris.
Oh, or Kansas City!
I heard they're doing great stuff
with ribs down there.
Hnng!
After that, you can take over--
I'm not taking over the restaurant!
Oh, don't give me that look,
I was just helping to nurture Luan's talent.
[sighs] Oh, you're right.
What have I done? I need to fix this.
[knocking]
Come in, I guess.
I made apology apple turnovers.
Hmm, they're underbaked.
Ouch, I deserve that.
But I had a long talk with my new sous chef
and realized something.
I kind of took the fun out of cooking
by laying on the pressure a little too thick.
You think?
It wasn't fair of me to force my dreams onto you, sweetie.
It's just, none of you guys
have ever taken an interest in my passion.
I got carried away.
Let's just forget about the restaurant for now.
You were excited Dad, I get it.
Apology apple turnovers accepted.
Now how about you and me
tag-team a family dinner tonight?
I promise to be a fun guy, and not a pressure cooker.
- [chuckles] - I'm game.
Wait, who's this wise, new sous chef
giving you all this great advice?
Meet the newest member of the Loud cooking family.
[gasps] Aww!
He came highly recommended.
And, I can really dice and slice!
Shall we get back to having fun?
I think we make a great....
pair.
You butter believe it!
[laughing]