[mumbling]
Hey, can I join you guys?
Sure, the more, the merrier.
Ah, I never knew it was possible to make it out of the grown up table.
Psst. Can we join, too?
Wow, chicken nuggets!
I haven't seen these in years!
There really is no rush to get to the grown up table.
It's gonna happen eventually.
So, in the meantime, might as well enjoy being a kid.
You kids must be famished. It's grub time.
- Pizza and fries! - Burgers!
Blood oranges.
No, I mean actual grubs.
Ew!
Oh!
They're rich in protein and low in carbohydrates.
So eat up. You'll need your energy for tomorrow.
That's right. We've got a 6:00 am lake swim,
followed by hot yoga, followed by 200 squat thrusts.
Hey, these are great with a little of this B.O. water.
Yes, pizza!
[cheering]
Dinner. Goulash again.
That's a nope;
A bite of pizza.
It tastes like hope. Dinner.
Umm, umm, umm. Oh, Lynn, your food is just heavenly.
Oh, you're sweet to say that.
Not as sweet as this corn.
[laughing]
I can't have any 'cause I have braces.
Well, the world better brace itself for your pretty smile.
[laughing]
Oh, Lynn, Jr., are those your trophies?
Pop Pop said you were named MVP on six different teams.
Well, technically seven.
But they don't recognize air hockey, yet.
Has my paternal fore bearer familiarized you with my achievements?
Oh, you bet. He told me all about your fecal research.
Impressive stuff.
Would you like to see some slides?
Maybe after dinner, sweetie.
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 call it...
Casa Loud Casserole!
Ooh, I have the perfect outfit for that!
Do you guys smell something nasty?
Hey!
Hope you’re hungry, gang,
I finally perfected my new cabbage casserole!
Wow, Daddy. Smells... great!
Some of your best work, honey.
Wait! I forgot the fish sauce! It really brings out the sulfur notes!
[laughing]
Quick, ditch it before we have to eat the fish sauce!
The lies continue.
[crying]
Oh, oh, oh, no. Did you bite your finger, sweetie?
Hang on. Daddy'll fix your boo boo. Here we go, mwah.
But, you're not the only one daddy cares about Lily,
boo-boo kisses for everyone, ha-ha.
Mwah, there you go. Mwah, there you go.
Mwah, there you go. One more.
Ah, might not want to do that, Dad. I've been on quite a picking spree.
Well, I'll keep your kiss in my pocket.
Now you two make up, bez' if I have to spend one more night
with "Snorezilla" over here, I'm going to go insane!
Ha! Nice throw.
You like that?
[laughing]
Ha-ha.
Uh-oh.
[laughing]
Well, I'm outskies.
Yeah. It's way pasta our bedtime.
[sighing]
Uh, what's this purple stuff?
I think it's beets or steak.
The fun part's guessing.
[coughing]
Uh, well I'm literally done.
Al, is there salt somewhere?
Just need to add a little zest.
Oh, we haven't had salt since the high pressure epidemic of 2013.
Ah, no worries, a chef is always prepared.
No salt on the premises!
Gee, I can't imagine what's keeping Lola.
Let me go check.
[mumbling]
How was your day, sweetie?
Oh, um, you know, uh, pageants, and uh, glitter, and um, crowns, probably.
Ha, just another day in the life of Lola. Here you go.
[laughing]
No grubs and onion water?
Not tonight!
Your father and I are celebrating the great progress we've made.
Yeah. Check out these guns. Bang! Bang!
We've got another surprise for you.
No exercise tomorrow.
You can all sleep late.
[cheering]
Oh, real food, how I've missed you.
Whoa, whoa, easy, guys. I don't want anyone to lose a finger.
The best part of helping Dad get ready was tasting the sample menu.
Now, everyone take a comment card and rate the dishes based on presentation,
texture, flavor--
Ah!
Slow down, I need detailed feedback.
[belching]
I just ate my comment card.
And Lincoln? How was your day?
[coughing]
What? Me?
You want to know how my day was? Now?
[Hallelujah playing]
- Sorry. - You know the rules, Dad.
No phones at the dinner table.
Seriously? What about amps, or pitching machines, or toilet snakes?
[laughing]
You're so funny, Lincoln. Here, have seconds.
[Hallelujah playing]
Oh, I thought I turned this off.
Alright, get ready to feast, fam.
Not so fast.
I meant feast your eyes.
fWe'll eat after I take photos for SwiftyPic.
Better take a few JIC.
Uh, I can't post these. They're totes ug. I'm starting over.
[screaming]
[arguing]
I'm getting hangry!
Quiet down in there! You got this, kiddo.
- Oh. - Mm.
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.
[mumbling]
Ah! Woo hoo!
- Woo! Woo! - Hooray!
Oh, you crushed it!