I'm not a fan of playing dress up, but I do love your dad's lasagna.
Okay. I did not think you’d eat the whole tray,
but I'm sure we can find something else for dinner.
Hi. We're your neighbors.
I’m Rita Loud and this is my husband, Lynn.
Great to meet you. Bumper and Jancy Yates.
And I brought you a little housewarming gift.
Some of my famous Lynn-sagna.
Thank you. How nice, though we really don’t do dairy.
It makes our kids sluggish, but we could share it with the needy.
Oh, won't you come in?
Whoa!
It’s like eating pure joy.
Mmm. I totally want one.
Oh, I wish you could smell Abuela's famous tamales.
- No! - Ow!
Roberto, there are only enough tamales for dinner.
Ahh!
Yes, pizza!
- Yay! - Yay, pizza!
Dinner. Goulash again.
That’s a nope. A bite of pizza. It tastes like hope. Dinner.
Morning Bruno. I’ll have the Great Lakes City Special.
One dog dragged through the garden.
You want a hot dog with the works at 9 am?
Yup.
You sure I can't interest in a Danish or something?
Excuse me. Can I get one Great Lakes City Special?
See, this girl gets it.
- Later, dude. - Eh.
[sniffing]
Roberto, I didn’t know you were home.
Do I smell...
[sniffing]
My buñuelos? Why, yes.
They're my all-time favorite.
They are? I didn't remember.
Please have one.
Wait. Didn’t you tell me before I wasn’t allowed to taste anything?
Nonsense. I never said that.
It’s been five long years since I’ve had the chance to cook
a Thanksgiving meal for you.
[crying]
You can have whatever you want.
Mmm mmm.
- Here, have some more. - You made pasole too?
- Another one of my faves. - Shh shh keep eating.
So we're not having any dinner?
Nonsense. Necessity is the mother of Lynn-vention. To the kitchen!
So, what do we got?
I found a jar of olives.
This spoon still has a little mustard on it.
And I’ve got some chopped up sports bars.
And I’ve got some jams.
Ooh! Where?
Oh, those kind of jams.
Olives. Pepper. Baking pan. Other half of baking pan. Tape. Stat man, stat!
What are you making, Dad?
I’m not really sure, but let’s just call it Casa Loud Casserole.
Ooh! I have the perfect outfit for that!
Woo! Torta Fridays, best day of the week.
This looks delicious.
I’m starving and everything is sore. Uh! Oh!
What you put in your body the night before a big test is crucial.
- Studies show that cutting out meat, - Uh!
-dairy, - Not the cheese!
and starches can radically improve your test scores.
[growling]
- Oh. - Whoopsie!
Forgot the beans, definitely can't have those.
Huh?
- Blah! Hey! - You lost your torta privileges, mister!
Morning, fam. Kitchen’s open for breakfast. Put in your orders.
- I’ll have a hard-boiled egg, please. - I want French Toast.
- And I'll have… - Breakfast burrito with extra cheese.
Hold the taters. Same as always.
Same as always?
[burping]
You eating that or just looking at? Because I could use more protein.
- What would you like for breakfast, mija? - Huevos rancheros, please.
- Ooh! I’ll have that too, please! - Oops!
I guess you didn't see me there, big guy.
No. No, I did.
Huevos rancheros, just like you asked.
And to be sure you don't go hungry.
Chorizo, hash browns, y un pancake!
Hey, wanna see something cool?
Ooh, let me try.
You’ll get there, buddy.
But first you clean my wall, buddy.
[barking]
Good boy! But you missed a spot though.
- Argh! - Ha ha. Loving that agro body language.
Here you go. Double meatball subs with extra sriracha.
Thanks. I’m normally not a hot sauce guy.
But after this morning, I’m feeling dangerous.
Hey, what's with the light?!
Why don’t you admit it, Lynn? You jammed the john.
I think those tights are cutting off oxygen to your brain.
Oh, yeah? Then explain this!
Nobody can eat this many subs and not wreak havoc on the plumbing.
Nice try, genius, but my favorite roller derby team is playing tonight.
I never bomb the bull before a big game.
It’s bad luck. If I go number two, we won’t be number one.
Gross.
[gasping]
Ha? I-cream.
[sighing]
[giggling]
[gasping]
[laughing]
[gasping]
[squealing]
[laughing]
[gasping]
Ahh.
[gasping]
[screaming]
- So, ice cream sounds good? - Darn tootin'.