The Loud House, Season 7

Clyde:
I'm not one for tooting my own horn, but I think we have this one in the bag. I mean, who can our competition even be? [gasps in shock, seeing that he's competing against the one person who hates him and his friends more than anyone] Chandler?!

Nana Gayle:
You know that young man?

Clyde:
That's Chandler McCann. He's a bad apple. Uh-oh, they're coming over!

Chandler:
Hey, McBride, looks like we're facing off in the dance final. This is my grandma.

Gran McCann:
[walks up next to him] Hi there! Gran McCann.

Nana Gayle:
Hi! Nana Gayle.

Clyde:
[stopping her from shaking hands with Chandler's grandmother] NO! She probably has a joy buzzer, or an ink squirter, or maybe even a finger trap.

Gran McCann:
No, just arthritis. [chuckles] Oh, I understand why you don't trust me. I know about my grandson's reputation, but I told Chandler that I won't tolerate any funny business during this competition.

Chandler:
[nonchalantly] Yeah, chill out, McBride. I'm always on my best behavior when I'm with my Gran.

Nana Gayle:
Well, that's a relief.

Chandler:
What do you say, Clyde? [sticks out his hand, offering Clyde a handshake] Fair and Square. May the best team win?

Clyde:
[thinking about it] Hmm… Deal.