In a couple more hours this mud will be perfect to play in!
Hey guys, why can't a comedian tell a dirty laundry joke?
'Cause it always comes out clean.
[laughing]
I bloody love this song!
Sing it like you mean it, Mick!
I'm trying to write here.
No, I love you more, silly.
It's our six week-iversary.
You two are like, gonna be together for like, ever.
Speaking of forever, Lori,
my study indicates you haven't used the bathroom in quite some time.
Ew! There is no way I'm being in your grody poop study.
Ah, rainy days.
Perfect for hanging out with the family and reading comics.
- Gross! - What?
Why do you always have to read your comics in your underpants?
Because reading my comics with my clothes on is uncomfortable and distracting.
And you know how I like to be comfortable while reading comics.
- Now scooch. - Ah!
It's an annoying habit and you get butt germs everywhere!
Me annoying? You can't look away from the mirror for five seconds.
Lies!
And Lori, would it kill you not to talk to Bobby all the time?
I do not talk to Bobby all the time. Do I, Bobby?
And Lisa, you always do your weird poop studies.
It's quite fascinating work.
See? You guys couldn't last 10 minutes without doing your annoying things.
- We could last longer than you. - I bet you couldn't.
Oh, really?
Care to make it a little more interesting?
If we can stop doing our things longer than you can stop doing yours,
then you have to give up reading in your underwear forever!
- Yeah! - Hold it.
What's in it for me?
If you win, we'll never complain about your butt cooties again.
OK, but if I beat you,
you also have to buy me these beauties.
Pure cotton, 2,000 thread count,
non-binding elastic.
I'll just call them my victory undies.
[whispering]
- Deal. - Great.
So if I have to read comics with my clothes on,
Lola can't look in a mirror, Luna can't speak in a British accent,
- Lana can't play in the mud. - Dang it.
- Lori can't talk to Bobby. - Bobby who?
- Leni can't say 'like'. - Like, OK.
Lucy can't pop up and scare people.
- Lisa has to give up her weird studies. - Forgive me, science.
Luan can't tell bad jokes.
Lynn can't turn everything into a sport.
And Lily can't cry.
- Deal. - Pants up, buddy boy.
OK, competition starts now.
Wait, like, I wasn't clear on the rules.
Leni, you can't say 'like'.
- Oh, got it. - OK.
Competition starts now.
I'm like totally gonna win this.
[buzzer]
- Nice going. - Ah!
[buzzer]
Dang it.
Come on, ladies, stay focused!
Two down. I can practically smell those victory undies.
Wait, let me rephrase that.
See? I don't even need a mirror to put my makeup on.
Comfy over there, Lincoln?
Yep, just about to dive...
into my comics...
[groaning]
[phone ringing]
[moaning]
Control yourself, woman!
Well, nothing sporty about folding laundry.
Or funny.
[panting]
Lana, heal!
[whining]
Hairdy-verdy-verdy. Easy peasy.
I just switched to Swedish, ya.
You poor fragile homo sapiens.
[phone ringing]
- I will take that, ya. - No you von't!
I mean, won't!
Gimme!
Basketball...
Don't do it! Don't do it!
Two points! Two points! Two points! Two points! Two points! Two points!
Yeah!
[buzzer]
Buh-bye.
[groaning]
Maybe the pants are the problem.
Too scratchy. Too tight.
Too far after Labor Day.
Oh, these are perfect.
Babe! Why aren't you answering my calls?
Forgive me, my love.
Lincoln, why are you wearing my leggings?
Hey, you never said I had to wear my pants.
Plus, these are so comfy.
Good luck. Those are the ones that really ride up on ya.
Sure, Lori. You're just trying to mess with my-- Hello!
Yup, those are riding.