The Loud House, Season 7

Bertrand:
Apologies, dear friends. I'm afraid my spell work has suffered since my exile aboard that cruise ship.

Lucy:
[lying on a grave; moaning] Sigh… Big sigh…

Bertrand:
Worry not, Lucy. We shall get to the Underworld someday.

Lucy:
It's not that. Tomorrow is the anniversary of my tragic arrival on this Earth.

Morticians:
[confused] Huh?

Lucy:
My 9th birthday.

[Boris plays a sad tune, while the other Morticians approach her for comfort]

Haiku:
My condolences.

Dante:
How dreadful.

Boris:
Oh, why must normie society insist on celebrating life?

Lucy:
I'm afraid my birthdays are even worse than a typical normie celebration. Every year, my family subjects me to the same traditions. [Flashback to one of her birthdays; narrating] They start the day at a frightening pitch.

Flashback Louds:
[barge into her and Lynn's room with balloons, noisemakers, and confetti after she wakes up] Happy Birthday, Lucy!

[Cut to later of Rita putting the Loud birthday sash on her]

Lucy:
[narrating] Then they force me to wear the traditional Loud birthday sash. I suspect it's never been washed.

Flashback Lana:
Hey, it's my booger from my 3rd birthday! [eats it, making Lucy gag]

[Cut to the Louds bouncing inside a bouncy house, that's clearly been reused for countless birthdays]

Lucy:
[narrating] Then I'll be subjected to the dreaded bouncy castle, a family birthday staple ever since my dad got it on clearance.

Flashback Lynn Sr.:
See, Rita? I told you we'd get our money's worth.

[Cut to the Louds singing the birthday song for Lucy at Jean Juan's French Mex Buffet]

Lucy:
[narrating] Then there's the singing. Oh, the singing…

Flashback Louds:
[singing] ♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪

Flashback Lucy:
Sigh… finally, the torture ends.

Flashback Luna:
Now in French, le dudes! [starts singing the birthday song in French with the waiters] ♪ Bon anniversaire à toi, bon anniversaire à toi… ♪

Lucy:
Groan… [back to present; the Morticians gasps in horror] I wish my family would just forget about my birthday.