The Loud House, Season 3

Lori:
How excited are you for tonight's episode? [Goes to help Leni with the dishes.]

Leni:
So excited! According to rumors on social media, Tristan's going to turn the dungeon into a gym. Tristan working out, can you even? [They sigh dreamily.]

Lucy:
[Groans] Let's hope this works Edwin. [Places him on the table, takes a deep breath, and goes over to Lori and Leni.] Hey guys, now that we're all, um, ' VoM heads ', you have to join me in all of the super fun pre-show rituals.

Lisa:
By my calculations, with this many people in the house, we could be approaching a threat level of Stampeding T-Rex!

Friend 1:
Hey, I was watching that!

Friend 2:
Too bad!

Friend 3:
No! Too bad for you!

Friend 4:
Give me the remote, I wanna watch the sports channel!

Lisa:
Uh-oh. Make that the Erupting Volcano!

(The friends start fighting over the remote)

Friend 3:
Give me the remote! That's mine!

[While Lincoln and Clyde are going through their lockers, they hear Chandler and his friends talking]

Richie:
I hear the screams are so loud, you can't even hear yourself scream.

Trent:
I hear it's so scary, they give you diapers before you go in.

Chandler:
I hear a deranged clown chases you with barbecue tongs.

Lincoln:
What are you guys talking about?

Richie:
The Royal Woods House of Terror just opened up for the season and we're finally old enough to go. Check it out.

Lola:
That should do it. [steps out of the room and sees Lincoln walking to his room. She gasps and quickly hides the doll behind her back.] Lincoln, hello! Lovely weather we're having...! [smiles nervously]

Lincoln:
"Uh, yeah, I guess. Hey, have you seen my glue?"

Lola:
[sees that the glue is on the table in her room and closes her door.] Pssh, why would I have? What do you think, I go around swiping people's glue?!

Lincoln:
You don't have to get mad about it. [closes his door]

Rita:
[clinks her glass] I'd like to make a toast. Bobby, Lori. I just want to say how much it means to have you here with us. [tears up] I don't know if I can't get through this.

Lori:
[touched] Oh, Mom.

Hector:
[clinks his glass] Uh, excuse me if I might. I'm sure it means a lot to you, Rita, but with all respect, it means more to us.

Rita:
Well, Hector, that seems really unlikely because nothing means more to us, 'kay?

Rosa:
Oh, really?

Rita:
Yeah.

Rosa:
Is that so?

Rita:
Yeah, that's right.

[Lori and Bobby look at their relatives worried and the mountain of food melts down.]

Hector:
Forget the toast. I can say it so much better with music! [starts playing his guitar] We love Bobby and Lori more than... [Lynn Sr. elbows Luna and she dashes off] ...Anyone in the world.

Luna:
[brings in her axe and starts playing, cutting Hector off] FAMILY!

[Her playing is then cut short when her axe gets unplugged, revealing that was Carl's doing and she glares at him]

Carl:
Oopsie.

Lola:
[viscously] How DARE YOU! [violently attacks Carl]

Frida:
Control your children! It is not safe to have Thanksgiving in this house!

Rita:
Well, if you don’t like it, YOU'RE WELCOME TO LEAVE! Not you, Bobby, you can stay.

Frida:
That's what you want, isn't it? To steal our precious Roberto away from us?! [hugs Bobby tightly]

Lynn Sr.:
[hugs Lori as well] Oh, oh, like you haven't been trying to steal Lori from us! Well guess what, BUCKO, it's not gonna happen!

Lori:
[pleading] Guys, guys, please stop!

Louds and Casagrandes:
STAY OUT OF THIS!!

Rosa:
Why would anybody want to spend Thanksgiving here, gnawing on your "dry-bird?"

[Lynn Sr. breaks down, sobbing]

Rita:
[comforting her husband as he sobs] The turgooseon is delicious, the only problem is, you're lumpy gravy!

Gravybot:
[enters the dining room] Did someone say gravy? [squirts gravy on Rita as she shrieks]

Rosa:
[bumps Gravybot aside] No. They don't deserve it.

[Gravybot smashes into the wall and gravy flies up and splatters on him, he then malfunctions out of control, squirting gravy everywhere, and all over on Frida's painting]

Frida:
[gasps horrifyingly] My painting!

Lori:
I'm sorry, Boo-Boo Bear, I know you were looking forward to having a real Thanksgiving this year.

Bobby:
It's not all bad. [holds up some turkey jerky] I found this half-off turkey jerky.

[Suddenly, Vanzilla and the Mercado van pull up and both families run out and inside the gas station, trampling Flip]

Flip:
Jumping jerky! Holy hot dogs! [gets up afterwards]

Bobby:
Whoa, how did you guys find us?

Carlos and Lisa:
Tracking devices. [both look at each other]

Lynn Sr.:
You left before trying my twice-baked tart.

Rosa:
[scoffs] They would prefer my flan.

Lynn Sr.:
Flan, shman. [chanting] Tart, tart, tart–!

Bobby:
Stop! Don't you guys see? This is why we left. We couldn't stand the fighting and competing.

Lori:
We don't want to choose sides. So maybe from now on, we should just spend Thanksgiving by ourselves.

[Both the Louds and Casagrandes all now feel sadly guilty over how they've all been acting from earlier]

Rosa:
Well, nobody wants that.

Lynn Sr.:
We certainly don't.

Maria:
Lori, Bobby, I'm sorry we've been acting so childishly.

Rita:
We're sorry, too. It's just hard to let go of your kids. [to the Casagrandes] You know what? You should get Lori and Bobby for Thanksgiving.

Hector:
Well, goodness knows we haven't done anything to deserve that. They should spend it with you.

Flip:
Hey, I got an idea. Why don't you just rotate every year, huh? Much like the juicy hot dogs I'm selling at a mere 40% mark-up. Holiday discount.

Bobby:
Works for us.

[They all agree and engage in a big group hug.]

LJ:
I'm glad we figured out future years, but what about right now? I'm starving!

Bobby:
Well, we've got hot dogs and sunflower seeds and 20 kinds of artisanal jerky. Maybe we could throw a dinner together here.

Lynn Sr.:
I'm game.

Rosa:
Me too.

Frida:
We could make this place look festive. I think I have some leftover decorations in the car.

Rita:
I'll help you.

Lincoln:
Hey Dad, I've got an idea; why don't you let us take care of the promoting? [The sisters smile] I'm sure we can come up with something.

Lola:
Yeah! We can help Daddy!

Luan:
Of course, I'd be gland to do it. [giggles]

Lola:
Well, I'm done with looking at your FACE, Lori!

Lincoln:
Guys, wait! What are we gonna do for the grand opening?