01x13 - What's a Mother to Redo

[bunniefuu]

- [whistles] - Come on!

It's picture time!

[upbeat music]

- ♪ In the Loud house ♪

♪ Really Loud house ♪

[soft music]

- And we're rolling.

- This is gonna be the greatest Mother's Day ever.

[kids chattering happily]

- And now for the star of the show:

Mom's favorite breakfast fajitas.

Sorry, Dad's everywhere.

[laughter] Come on.

Here we go.

Whoa-ho-ho. [all oohing]

[laughs]

This was a great idea, Lynn.

- This was my idea. - You said Mexican.

I had the idea for the smokin' fajitas.

- I had the idea to burn the toast.

- Okay, well, it was my idea to use the plate.

- Okay, but... [all arguing]

- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

It is Mother's Day.

I get half the credit, and you divide the rest by .

Let's go! [cheering]

- And I'll do my pageant wave. - I'm her firstborn.

She's gonna want to see my face first.

- Ooh, can I say "knock knock"?

It's kind of my thing. - Shh.

This is it.

- Whoo! - Happy Mother's Day!

- Happy Mother's Day! - Yeah, it's Mother's Day!

Huh? - Wow.

This looks amazing.

- I picked the plate. - And I made you this big card.

- Aye, aye, aye, and you have not seen anything yet.

Lisa, lime juice! - Whoo!

[all cheering]

- Oh! Oh, dear!

[all screaming]

- It's a little smoky.

- Everybody, settle down!

Whoa! - Aah!

- That is not the face of a Happy Mother's Day.

- Ooh. - That definitely stung.

- Now while I bear a quarter of the blame,

the rest is yours divided by .

- What? - I mean,

it was Lynn's idea to do the fajitas.

- Yeah, because you said Mexican food.

- That was after the fact that you said...

- Okay, okay. All right, all right, all right!

Let's not play the blame game.

We all had a hand in this.

- Not me and Clyde.

We didn't mess up. - Yeah.

- We just captured it on film.

- With excellent framing and crisp sound.

- Look, the point is,

the greatest mom ever deserves the greatest Mother's Day ever.

- She's the best. - Yeah, you're right, Pop.

- And now that her burns are healed,

it's the perfect time for a redo.

So you guys get busy with some fresh ideas,

and I'm gonna go give Mom the good news.

[door creaks open]

Do I have some great news for you.

- Really? - Do you remember Mother's Day?

- Oh, yeah. It's b*rned into my memory.

And my thighs. - Well, buckle up

because me and the kids are gonna throw you

a Mother's Day redo!

- That's so sweet, honey, but I--

I just wanna finish my book...

that I started when Lori was three.

- Okay.

[kids talking excitedly]

She's on board.

So did you come up with an idea that we can all do?

- [gasps] Luna, Leni, and I are going to do

a theatrical retrospective of Mom's entire life.

- Boom. - But Lily and I

will combine our skills to bake Mom her favorite cake.

- No, no, no, I'm gonna take care of that fly

that's been buggin' Mom.

- Oh, I'm gonna tap dance for her

and stomp out that fly.

- Whoo. [shoes clicking]

- I didn't know you could tap dance.

- Wait a minute. Wait a minute. This isn't a problem.

This is--this is brilliant.

Why give her just one gift when we can split up

and shower her with multiple gifts?

I'm gonna go tell her the good news.

[cheering]

[door creaks open]

Buckle up.

Things just got even better.

- I get to finish my book?

- Oh, you get to finish your book

while being pampered and showered with surprises

all day long.

- I'd be really surprised if I could just finish my book.

Gwyneth is about to make it to the other side

of the mountaintop.

- Ah, well, buckle up.

This is way better.

- You keep saying "buckle up."

- I know, 'cause you're about to have a head-on collision

with love.

It's gonna be great.

♪ ♪

- Oh, no.

- Oh, yeah.

[doorbell chimes] Oh.

I got it!

both: Hi!

- Clyde called and said he's directing

some documentary about Mother's Day.

- And he forgot his viewfinder and his megaphone.

Action! - Oh! Wow.

[both laugh] - Uh, we're actually calling it

a "Mother's Day Redo."

- Oh, because of the burns? - Howard.

- What? Everybody knows.

We all donated. - [clears throat]

Well, the--the burns have all healed,

and the kids are hard at work with some, uh,

very special gifts.

- And what are you doing?

- Oh, well, I-I came up with the whole idea.

- So you're doing nothing?

- I came up with the whole idea.

- Fear not! We are here to help.

- Our friend, Alizae... - A dear friend.

Been to the house for dinner many times.

- Is the proprietor of Royal Woods' premiere spa.

- And she will help handpick

the perfect Mother's Day spa package.

- Well, actually, I'm-- - It's decided.

We're taking you. Grab your coat.

- Yeah. [laughs] - Oh, here we go.

- Ooh, uh, maybe not that coat.

[laughs] Let's go!

- Come on. Chop-chop. - And action.

- How do you feel about the start

of your big Mother's Day redo?

- Um...

- Lily and I are making your favorite cake for you.

We need to take us to the store to get the ingredients.

- What about Dad?

- He's gone.

[upbeat music]

- Happy Mother's Day! [laughs]

- Okay, just put-- put the stuff over there, okay?

And then--oh!

[sighs]

- This water is infused

with three different orange varietals.

- Alizae is a citrus magician.

- And as a favor to us, she has agreed

to let you sample each treatment.

If you're gonna treat Rita to the perfect Mother's Day,

you should really experience the full pampering package.

- Oh, well, it is her special day.

[laughs]

- Could you guys help me with these bags?

- Oh, Clyde,

zoom in on that vein bulging out of her forehead.

[fly buzzing] - That's not a vein.

- Ow!

Honey, what are you doing?

- Does this sound familiar?

"Oh, I wish someone would swat that fly for me.

It's been bugging me for weeks."

I will bring you its head on a platter.

Happy Mother's Day.

[fly buzzing]

- Oh. [sighs]

- I will get you!

- [sighs]

- If we're gonna tell Mom's story,

we're gonna have to draw from different periods.

- I'm gonna play Mom with a sense of exuberance.

- What do you mean you're "gonna play Mom"?

- What do you mean "exuberance"?

- I look the most like Mom,

so naturally, I should play her.

- No, I look the most like Mom.

We went as twins for Halloween.

- You went as cats. How is that twins?

- Siamese cats?

- Okay, well, I hate to break it to you guys,

but I'm the only one with any actual performing experience.

- What are you gonna do, play Mom the guitar-solo years?

[scoffs] - [gasps]

Which of the sisters will play Mom?

This is some juicy stuff.

Go get a closeup.

[tense music]

- Whoa! [groans]

[rhythmic percussive music]

♪ ♪

[distant tap dancing]

♪ ♪

- Yes?

- What's, uh, goin' on in here?

- Showing my appreciation for Mom

through the joyful art of tap dance.

- Well, I was gonna do that.

- Cool. Good talk.

♪ ♪

Yes?

- Performance is kinda my thing.

Can't you just have your evil spirits

make her bed for her or something?

- No, but I could have them stop your legs from working.

- Okay, let's not overreact.

There's only one fair way to settle this.

Meet me in the attic, and we'll--

- Sacrifice a goat? - What?

No.

We'll have a tap-off.

- Ooh, a tap-off.

Loving the passion.

- Okay, so the batter is mixed,

the frosting is made.

Uh, Lily has distributed flour all around the room and me.

Good job, Lily. - Cake!

- This oatmeal-infused herbal exfoliant

will both hydrate and plump your skin.

- Not only will you feel like an angel,

you'll look like one.

- Okay, angels, now all you need to do

is just move this rack and preheat the oven--

Aah!

Which you already did.

Good job.

I'm just gonna go read my--my book.

I think I can turn the pages with my elbows.

- We got this!

- Today is your special day, right?

- In theory.

- We need you to decide which one of us

should play you in our theatrical retelling

of your life. - Mm-hmm.

- Why don't you surprise me? - No!

You have to pick because this is for you,

to make you happy.

- And nothing makes me happier

than choosing one child over another.

- Great. Auditions start in minutes.

- Don't be late. - This is for you.

- Mm! Ooh, gross.

Why are your hands so red? - Well, I--

- I'm going to add that to my character

for the audition. Huh.

- Mm.

- Happy Mother's Day!

- You destroyed my room for Mother's Day?

- As your gift, I decided to reorganize your entire closet,

so sit back, relax,

and help me go through every single item of clothing

you've ever owned.

- That sounds amazing.

- I even did my hair.

- I'm just gonna grab my book,

and, um, you make the piles, okay?

And I will be right back.

Oh.

- Pretend we're not here.

- Ooh, get a closeup of Mom's old nursing bras.

- Great.

- Traditional tap rules.

Shuffle step, ball drop,

and chop suey are all on the table.

- What about paradiddles?

- What are we, amateurs?

[soft sneaky music]

♪ ♪

- [exhales]

[aggressive tap dancing]

Oh.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Mom's gonna love mine so much more than yours.

- I'm bringin' da noise and da funk.

♪ ♪

[serene music]

- See how Alizae isolates each toe

to each trigger point.

That's called Tibetan toe isolation.

- Oh, those Tibetan toes are working their magic.

Oh, yes.

[high-pitched] Oh, yes.

- Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

[tap dancing continues]

all: There you are.

Come on!

- I wanna take you back to my junior year of high school.

Mom and I were going to the mall

to pick out my prom dress.

Lily had just been born,

and Mom decided that she should come with us.

Mom with her oldest and youngest daughters--

the bookends of motherhood.

[laughs] - Oh, Lori.

- I give you "The Car Seat"...

"Oh, it shouldn't be this hard!

Who twisted the straps?"

"Mom, it's okay.

It's--it's supposed to be a very special day."

"I have to pick Lynn up

"from soccer practice in minutes.

"If this car seat is not in the car,

"then we aren't going anywhere.

How special of a day will that be?"

- This is uncanny. - Oh, yeah.

- [gasps] I don't remember what an isosceles triangle is, Leni.

I can't even remember what I had

for breakfast this morning.

Just write your teacher a note, and we can both go to bed.

[winces]

- Leni, Lucy, Lola, Lori, Lana, Lyd--Whatever-Your-Name-Is,

put that down!

- "Ugh, stupid car seat! That is it!

I am making your prom dress!"

"But, um, Mom, um, all my friends

are gonna have store-bought prom dresses."

"And if all your friends jumped off a bridge, Lori,

would you?"

And scene. - Brilliant.

All right, let's get a sh*t of Confused Mom, Tired Mom,

and Angry Mom all in one frame.

[girls chattering]

[fly buzzing]

- If we're going to get your closet done,

we need to start making some choices.

- Aww.

- This seems way too small.

- I can still fit into that.

[boing] [gasps]

Honey, I think you might have better luck

if you use some of that clear super-sticky--

- Flypaper? - [groans]

Aah!

- Way ahead of ya.

[fly buzzing]

- I think we tapped too angry.

- I am definitely angry.

- Wait. You know what we can do?

- Sacrifice a goat.

- There's one sure way to make sure our tap performance

is the hit of Mother's Day.

- I'll do it!

- [squeals] both: Yay!

- Pfft, "doesn't fit."

[peaceful music]

My book.

♪ ♪

[grunts]

[exhales]

[tap dancing]

[groans] Did they add a dancer?

Ooh.

[curious music]

♪ ♪

[stealthy music]

♪ ♪

- Mom! Where are you?

We have a whole mess of belts to untangle.

♪ ♪

[machine hums]

[fly buzzing]

♪ ♪

- Ooh, this guy isn't supposed to be there

or else that would make an expl*si*n.

♪ ♪

Initiating in three, two, and one.

[machine whirring]

- Wait till you hear what you're getting

for Mother's Day. You know how you're always

saying you don't have enough time to exercise?

[dynamic percussive music]

- Oh, Lynn, I know I say that, but I'm in fine shape.

♪ ♪

This is an old tracksuit.

- Strawberry frosting?

- Strawberry.

- What more could a woman ask for?

- How about an -carat

chocolate-dipped Burgundian strawberry?

- Unfortunately, Rita's allergic to strawberries.

- Oh. - But I'm not.

- [wheezing] - All right, that's lap one!

Now let's go for lap two!

Push it! This is not over!

- Thank you for this gift.

- Tell me this is not over.

Rita is gonna be one happy mama.

[laughs] So how much would all this cost, by the way?

[light music]

How much for just this chocolate?

[groans]

Are these, uh, lotions complimentary?

- [wheezing] Oh. - That was lap two.

Let's strap on the ankle weights and go for lap three.

[smoke alarm beeping]

Hey. Where you going?

- There's a fire, honey.

- Around the cone.

- [sighs]

Fire! Aah!

What's going on in here?

- It's your cake. - Oh.

[tense music]

Oh, aah!

- Whoa! - [yelling]

- I'm sorry. - Oh.

Lisa. - I-I can still save the cake.

[oven door closes] - [coughs]

- I'm sorry!

- What is going on? [fly buzzing]

- I ruined Mother's Day.

- No, you didn't, Lisa.

The cake was delicious. It was my favorite gift.

[all gasp] - What?

I spent the whole day trying to reorganize your entire closet.

- You didn't even try the cake. - Cake?

She's not having any cake.

You got a workout to finish.

- She still hasn't seen

our three-person one-woman show.

♪ We're making it a musical ♪

- And don't forget about our tap dance.

We have a special guest we know will be your favorite.

- Okay, okay, this is called

"Mom Lost Her Car Keys Again." - Yeah.

- ♪ Who took the car keys? Who took the car keys? ♪

♪ Who took the car keys? ♪ - ♪ Where are the car keys? ♪

♪ Where are the car keys? ♪

- ♪ Who took the car keys? ♪

- ♪ Where are the car keys? ♪

- ♪ Who took the car keys? ♪

- ♪ Where are the car keys? ♪

[fly buzzing] - [vocalizing]

- Does this bring you joy? Mom, I need your attention.

all: ♪ Who took the car keys? ♪

- Mother, try the cake!

- Mom, you're not even looking!

- Mom! Mom, look over here. all: ♪ Who took the car keys? ♪

[Hops croaks] - Hops is gonna get the fly!

- Watch me! - [belts]

[dramatic music]

- This is your day!

- That's right!

It is my day,

and all I wanted to do was read my book!

[dramatic b*at]

- Thanks a lot, Mom. [Hops croaks]

Now I have to get you a whole new gift!

[kids arguing]

- Actually, we spent so much time...

- Come on, Mom. You gotta get back...

- No!

No more gifts.

[calm music]

♪ ♪

I am canceling Mother's Day forever!

[kids gasp]

[door slams]

- [whistles]

[soft music]

- [sighs]

She's gonna make it.

[all sigh in relief]

- Can we see her? - Oh, she--

she asked for some time.

- Well, how much time?

- She threw out New Year's,

but I talked her down to Christmas.

The good news is, I think if we give her a little space,

we'll be able to redo the redo.

- Why would she want another redo?

[all arguing]

- That's right.

A three-do.

- You're nuts.

- Listen, the best thing we can do for your mom right now

is to just give her some space.

- Documentary's done.

- We're goin' in!

- What? - No, no, no, no!

[everyone protesting]

[kids yelling] Everybody, settle down!

Aah! - Aah!

[all wince]

- Wait for it.

[light sentimental music]

- The greatest mom ever deserves

the greatest Mother's Day ever.

- What is your favorite thing about Mom?

- Favorite thing? - Wow.

- Just one?

- My favorite thing about Mom

is that she's always there for us.

- Yep, always.

- Mom?

Mom?

Mom!

- Coming!

[laughter]

- My favorite thing about Mom is her determination.

I think that's where I get it form.

- [grunts] - You got this, Mom!

- [groans] [thud]

- She doesn't take herself too seriously.

- She really doesn't.

- I love her nose.

- I love you.

- She definitely doesn't take herself seriously.

- [laughs]

[laughter]

- I really love Mom's voice.

I think I got my voice from her.

- Oh, no. - Definitely not.

- ♪ We're makin' a giant cake ♪

- A cake. - ♪ And we're makin' ♪

♪ A bigger mess ♪

- ♪ We are ♪

- She loves when we perform. - Loves it.

- Stop it, stop it, stop it! [tap dancing]

- Whenever I think there's monsters under my bed,

she always tells me they're not real.

- When you were little?

- Sure.

- She treats me like I'm one of the family.

- Clyde.

Get that camera out of my face or I will ground you.

Don't think I won't do it.

- She did it.

- I did.

- She is literally the most patient person

I know. - For sure.

[fly buzzing]

- Patience of a saint.

[toilet flushes]

- Who do you think is Mom's favorite?

all: Me.

both: Me. - Me.

all: It's me.

- It's all of you! [laughter]

- It's hard to pick just one thing.

Uh, I guess I'd have to say...

everything.

Happy Mother's Day Redo, Mom.

- I love you, Mommy!

- Sigh. all: We love you, Mom!

both: We love you, Mom!

- Oh.

- Good job, Lincoln.

- Thanks, guys. [sniffles]

I'm gonna watch it , times.

- We do have one more present for you.

- Oh, please, no. - [laughs]

- We're gonna leave you alone.

- Aw.

You remembered.

- Yes, we did. - We love you, Mom.

- Bye, Mrs. Loud. - Happy Birthday, Mom.

- So I got you this tropical mister.

- Oh, wow.

Fancy. Alizea.

- Yeah, I've--I've never been, but I hear it's great.

- You know what I would really like for Mother's Day?

- "And Gwyneth fell into Dawson's arms,

and she was finally on the other side of the mountaintop."

- Oh, I knew she'd make it.

♪ ♪

[gentle music]

- ♪ Are you feelin' worried? ♪

♪ Now I want you to know, to know ♪

♪ I'll be here for you forevermore, forevermore ♪

♪ Hardships through the day ♪

♪ And through the night ♪

♪ I just want to be able to show that it's all right ♪

- Thank you.

- ♪ Don't worry, I'll always believe you ♪

♪ I see it in your eyes ♪

♪ I'll make you laugh, and you won't see me cry ♪

♪ ♪

- Yeah, Mama! - ♪ I promise to be ♪

- ♪ All in and nothing less ♪

♪ You think you're wrong, but I know you're the best ♪