[upbeat rock music]
♪ ♪
- Kids, let's go!
You're late for school.
[rumbling]
[door slams]
[cowbell rattling]
Whoo!
- Oh, lookin' good, sweetie.
- Thanks, honey. I'm ready to
ring in the funk at Cowbella.
Two days of nothing
but cowbell music.
Can you imagine?
- Not in a million years.
I hope you and Kotaro
have a wonderful time.
'Could you guys do me a favor
and drop Lily
at daycare
on your way?
I've got my hands full today.
- Bah bell!
- That's right, sweetie.
Ahh, watch the drool.
[chuckles]
It rusts.
Come on, K-Dog. Don't wanna
miss the Red Hot Bell Peppers.
[phone chimes]
[gasps]
[dialing]
[phone line trilling]
- Hi, honey. What's--
- Emergency!
Daycare is closed for the day.
The Koch kid
flushed a diaper
down the toilet again
and flooded the place!
Can you come home
and watch Lily?
- Oh, honey, my day is packed.
The Fox quintuplets are all
getting their cavities filled
and we only have enough gas
for four of them.
- Wh-what?
- Oops.
Don't worry about that,
sweetie.
- How about I drop Lily there?
Huh?
I'm sure she'll be fine
around all those
sharp dental tools.
- I think you're gonna
have to skip
the music festival today.
- Ohh!
- I'm sorry, honey.
You can still go tomorrow.
Gotta run, okay?
Good luck.
- [sighs] Okay, Lily,
Daddy needs
to call Uncle Kotaro
and cancel Cowbella.
I'll try not to
hold it against you.
I mean, it's not technically
your fault.
Maybe I don't need to cancel.
Hello, Mr. Grouse!
Lovely day, isn't it?
- It'd be a whole lot better
if my gout wasn't flaring up.
- Ahh, cool, cool.
Uh, say, how would you like
to spend this beautiful day
at my house, babysitting this
adorable ragamuffin, huh?
- Goo-goo.
- I don't know anything
about babies, except
they don't like me.
- Oh, no,
there's nothing to it!
And Lily'll love you.
Heck, she already does,
don't you, Lily?
- [cries]
- See? Tears of love!
- Nice try, Loud. I'm not
running a kennel here.
[door opens]
- I'll make you a lasagna.
[door slams]
- Ten lasagnas.
- Three.
- Seven.
both: Five. Deal!
- Here's everything you need.
Call me if there's
any problems.
[horn honks]
- Hey, Lily.
Hi, Mr. Grouse.
You ready to ring
it and ding it, Lynn?
- You bet your bells I am!
[cowbells clanging]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
How 'bout ringin' it
and dingin' it
in the van, there, pal?
- Cool.
Mwah. Bye, honey.
Be good for Mr. Grouse.
Whoo!
[tires screeching]
- It's just you and me, kiddo.
How are we gonna
spend the day?
- Poo-poo.
- Ah, that's not
what I wanted to hear.
[cowbell-based rock music]
♪ ♪
[cheering]
[cell phone rings]
- Oh, excuse me, ah, pardon me.
Ow, ow.
[phone ringing]
- Loud, your daughter
won't stop crying.
I turned off my hearing aid,
but I can still hear.
You gotta come home.
- Now, now, Mr. Grouse,
no need to panic.
It's just an easy fix, okay?
Just speak to her
with a British accent.
- Oh, yeah, I could do that.
Or you could just
get your butt back here.
- [stammers] Give it a try.
I'll--I'll guide you
through it, okay?
[with English accent]Cheerio!
Jolly good! Pip pip!
- This is ridiculous.
Cheerio. Jolly good.
I forget the rest.
- [laughs]
- Oh, there you go!
You're a natural!
- I wouldn't mind another
lasagna for my troubles.
- You got it!
[inhales deeply]
[playing cowbells]
- Whoo!
[phone rings]
Loud! Your crazy daughter
won't stop
throwing her toys at me!
- [grunting]
- I'm not doing this anymore!
- No, no, no, hold on!
No need to overreact.
Uh, this is just
Lily's midday cranky time.
Try doing pratfalls.
Always works for me.
- [grunting]
- Fat chance, Loud!
At my age, if I go down,
I stay down.
- Ahh--what if I throw in
another lasagna?
- And I'm fallin'.
- [grunts]
- Ohh! [groans]
- [laughs]
- Hey! Lily sounds good.
- Yeah, better than me.
I landed on some jacks.
- Cool, cool.
- [playing cowbell]
[phone rings]
- Aww!
- Loud, your kid won't eat
anything I give her.
I'm done.
You need to get back here.
- Ah, easy, Mr. G.
She's just fussy.
I keep some homemade peach
puree in the fridge
for times just like this.
- Ahh, homemade peach puree,
why didn't you say that
in the first place?
- [sniffs]
[munching happily]
- Whoa! She gobbled that
right up!
- Ha, that's a relief.
Oh, and speaking of relief,
it's my turn.
- Ahh, for Pete's sake, Loud!
Hang up!
[both hooting and hollering]
[cowbell-based rock music]
[phone rings]
- Ugh, ding dong dang it.
Okay, Mr. Grouse.
You win.
I'm on my way home.
- What? Why?
Everything's swell.
- I--but--it is?
- You bet!
We're having a gas.
I was just calling because
the little tike
spit up on my shirt.
You mind if I borrow
one of your sweaters?
- Oh! Not at all.
- good, 'cause I already did.
- [cooing]
- I won't bother you again,
Loud.
Enjoy your silly bell thing.
- Should I get the van?
- Bell no.
We're good for
the rest of the day.
- Sweet!
[tires screech]
- Whoo-hoo!
- Whoo-hoo! I can't wait
for tomorrow!
- Me neither, K-dog.Day two!
[cowbells rattling]
- Here you go, Mr. Grouse.
Seven trays of lasagna,
as promised.
Looks like this worked out
bell for both of us.
[laughs]
- [grunts]
- Dada. Dada!
- [chuckles softly]
No, no, no,
that's Mr. Grouse, sweetie.
I--I'm Dada.
- Dada! Dada!
- Aww, isn't that cute?
She thinks I'm Dada.
- Yes, yeah,
downright adorable. [laughs]
- Dada! Dada!
- Okay, sweetie.
That--that's enough of that.
- Dada! Dada! Dada! Dada!
- [gasps] What have I done?
[whimpering]
- Honey, are you okay?
How was your day with Lily?
- I have a confession to make.
I went to Cowbella
and left her with Mr. Grouse.
- [gasps] Lynn!
- Ah, before you get mad at me,
I'm already paying for it.
Lily got along so well
with Mr. Grouse--
[gasps]
And now she's calling him Dada.
[crying]
- Oh, honey.
Lily is just getting
used to words.
She probably doesn't know
who any of us are yet.
- Do you think so?
Maybe I'm overre--
- Mama! Mama! Mama!
- [sobbing]
I lost her.
- We need to work
on your timing, sweetheart.
Okay, kids, let's go!
[rumbling]
[door slams]
Honey, we're off!
I just called the daycare
and they're open.
Can you drop Lily off
before Cowbella?
- That's a negative.
I'm not going to Cowbella.
I have something more important
to do today:
win my daughter back!
[blows raspberry]
- Win her back? Lynn, you're
making too much of this.
- Oh, it's easy for you to say.
She still loves you.
Okay, Lily, time for Operation
Remind You I'm Your Daddy
and That Guy Next Door
is Just an Old Coot
With a Bad Lasagna Addiction.
[with English accent]
"And the pig and the goat
"lived happily ever after.
The end."
Bob's your uncle.
Grouse isn't your father.
Pip pip!
[humming]
And, boom.
There, all clean.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Ow.
- [laughs]
Landed on some jacks
but totally worth it.
Here you go, honey.
Daddy's homemade peach puree.
- [squeals]
- So just to review,
I'm Daddy.
This is my peach puree,
and I made it just for you.
- [munching happily]
- Ah, yeah.
If you like it now, wait till
I put sprinkles on it.
- [squeals in delight]
- Sure, they're bad
for her teeth,
but I'm waging a w*r here.
Uh, Lily?
- Dada. Dada!
- Dang it!
Well, if I'm gonna
win you back,
I gotta get you away from that
geezer's magnetic pull.
- Oons, ah-ba-oons!
[ding]
- You want a balloon?
Daddy's on it.
♪ ♪
Mr. Grouse probably
would only buy you one balloon.
But your real daddy thinks
you deserve them all.
[screams]
- [laughs]
♪ ♪
Teddy!
- You want a new teddy bear?
Daddy's got you covered.
[grunting]
Mr. Grouse probably
would've bought you
that rinky-dink one.
Real daddy goes
the extra mile.
Oh!
- Goo. [laughs]
- That's fun, isn't it?
And real daddy will do this
all day if you want.
- Dada!
- [gasps] Ah, that's right!
Uh! I--I'm Dada!
You did it, Lynn.
You got her back.
- Dada!
- Yes, yes, yes!
I'm Dada! Underdog!
- [laughs]
Dada! Dada!
Ohh! Ah, you're breakin'
your father's heart.
Oh! And his nose.
[crying]
I chose cowbell
over my daughter
and now I've lost her forever.
- Honey.
- Uh, it's--it's all right.
The most important thing
is that Lily is happy.
And if that means
spending time with Mr. Grouse
instead of me, then I'll just
have to...accept that.
[dialing]
[line trills]
Hello. Mr. Grouse?
[sniffs]
Uh, I was wondering
if you'd let--
Lynn, Lynn Loud.
Yeah.
I was wondering
if you'd like to--
to come over
for--for dinner tonight.
I know Lily--
I know Lily would love
to see you.
- Yes, fine.
We'll have lasagna.
- Hey there, Loud!
Took my gout pills.
I'm ready to eat!
Here's your sweater back.
Didn't have time to wash it.
Didn't feel like it, either.
- Okay. [sighs]
Lily, say hi to--
- Dada!
Yes, I know you think
Mr. Grouse is--
- Dada! Dada!
- Wait, me?
I--I don't understand.
What's happening?
- Dada! Dada, Dada!
- Honey, I get what's
going on.
Mr. Grouse was wearing
your favorite sweater!
That's why Lily was
calling him Dada!
- [gasps] Holy smokes,
you're right!
Ah! [laughs]
What a relief.
You hear that, Mr. Grouse?
She knows I'm her dad!
Isn't that wonderful?
- Cool, cool.
You got any pepper flakes?
- ♪ Cramped inside
this tiny space ♪
♪ May sound bad
but ain't the case ♪
♪ In the Loud house ♪
- ♪ Loud house ♪
- ♪ Duck and dodge
and push and shove ♪
♪ That's the way we show
our love in the Loud house ♪
- ♪ Loud house ♪
♪ Laundry piles
stacked up high ♪
♪ Hand-me-downs
that make me cry ♪
♪ Stand in line
to take a pee ♪
♪ Never any privacy ♪
♪ Chaos with kids ♪
♪ That's the way
it always is ♪
♪ In the Loud house ♪
03x19 - Breaking Dad
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Series revolves around the chaotic everyday life of a boy named Lincoln Loud, who is the middle child and only son in a large family of 11 children.
Series revolves around the chaotic everyday life of a boy named Lincoln Loud, who is the middle child and only son in a large family of 11 children.