- Liam, would you be interested in my hand-cut sushi?
It's yellowtail.
- [chuckles] You know I am!
Hey, you want my deviled eggs? They're farm-to-table.
- Lincoln, is that your dad's homemade pudding?
- It is. What are you offering?
- One bologna sandwich, fridge-to-table.
- Throw in your buffalo chips, and we've got a deal.
- So no takers on my tuna kit?
- Your mom's still buying those, huh?
- Guys, here comes the new girl--
the one I met on the bus!
[dreamy doo-wop music]
- Ooh-whee. She sure is easy on the eyes.
- Oh, yeah.
And I hear she speaks three languages.
- Have you guys heard her laugh?
It's so...contagious.
- I like the way her hair smells.
What? Too far?
- Here she comes! Be cool, be cool!
- Hey, guys.
Anybody wanna trade for my carrots?
[awkward music]
- [gulps, chokes]
- [yelps, coughs]
- Uh...right.
So, yeah, I'll just, uh...yeah.
- Wonder what that was all about.
- I don't know, but I'm glad we played it so cool.
- Okay, guys. Snake formation.
- [hissing]
- Keep an eye out for Girl Jordan.
Last time, she blindsided us.
- Hey, guys. What do you have going on here?
Some kind of defensive maneuver?
Can I get in on this?
[awkward music]
O...kay. Well, good luck.
- Seriously, why does she keep coming over to us?
[grunts] - Aw, come on, Girl Jordan!
Coach didn't even blow the whistle yet.
- I think we can all agree
I should handle the Bunsen burner
after what happened last time. - Yeah.
Rusty and his aftershave.
- What can I say? It sets the ladies on fire too.
- Hey, guys. Need another lab partner?
Otherwise, I have to be with Mrs. Johnson.
Not that she doesn't seem cool, but you know what I mean.
- You burned off my moustache, Zach.
- It was, like, two hairs, Rusty.
- I still don't get it.
Why does Stella keep coming over to talk to us?
That's three times in one day.
- Maybe she's trying to sell us a time-share.
- [gasps] Maybe she's spying on us for the CIA!
- Guys, what you don't know about women
could fill a library.
She obviously has a crush on one of us.
- Now that you mention it, I was picking up some vibes.
- [chuckles] Dang! I wonder who she likes.
- I guess we'll just have to wait
till she makes her next move.
- I hope I have time to grow back my 'stache.
[rousing '50s rock music]
♪ ♪
Anyone want some breath spray?
Sour green apple. It's a total lady-killer.
- I'll take some.
That tuna kit didn't do much for my breath.
- Here she comes. Play it cool.
- Hey, guys.
Lincoln, do you wanna go to the Burpin' Burger after school?
- Yes! I knew it was me!
I mean, sure, I think I'm free.
- Great. My family's on a health kick,
and I'm really craving some fries.
I'll meet you by the buses.
- Ah, lucky! - You dog!
- Congratulations, buddy. - [scoffs] It's always Lincoln.
- What can I say?
I mean, I am having a really good hair week.
You should've seen her on that claw machine!
She was a boss. - Man, she's cool.
- And get this: we both prefer curly fries to regular.
It's like we're meant for each other.
- Well, everyone prefers curly fries.
- Oh, here she comes!
[dreamy doo-wop music]
- Probably gonna ask about date number two, eh, eh?
♪ ♪
- Hey, Rusty.
- Ow! - Do you wanna go
to the flea market with me later?
- Totally, totally. - Cool.
- Gah!
- What was that, man?
Stella and I have a thing going on.
- What do you want me to say?
I guess she decided she prefers red sauce over white sauce.
And then we went out for ice cream,
and it turns out, we both like waffle cones.
- Well, everyone likes waffle cones.
- Hey, check it out, Rusty!
[dreamy doo-wop music]
- Probably wants to lock me down for the whole weekend.
- Hey, Liam.
You wanna go to the mall after school?
I know this sounds weird, but I really like
trying on wigs at the wig store.
- [grunts]
Uh, don't sound weird to me.
I'm in!
- What the heck, Liam?
- Tough break, red sauce.
Guess she's more into biscuits and gravy now.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
[groans] I'm so confused.
Why does Stella keep asking out all of us?
What is her deal?
[TV playing]
- Male sibling lacking melanin,
care to join us in viewing "The Dream Boat"?
- Eh, I'm not really in the mood.
- I'm really torn.
They're all great guys,
but I'm still not sure who I want to be my first mate.
Guess I'll just wait till one of them
blows me out of the water.
- Oh! So that's what Stella's doing.
Move over.
[bell rings]
['50s rock music]
♪ ♪
- [sneezes]
- Well, well, well.
Look at you, Mr. Date Khakis.
- It's laundry day. I couldn't find my jeans.
What about you guys? - What?
I happened to have a coupon for teeth whitening.
Ee! [all exclaim]
- And I always wear this much cologne.
- And I've been meaning to ditch my glasses.
- Okay, guys, let's be real.
We all watched "The Dream Boat" last night,
We know Stella hasn't decided who she likes,
and we're all trying to "blow her out of the water."
- You know it! - Darn tootin'.
- You're right. - Well, uh,
this is awkward. - It doesn't have to be.
We can be gentlemen about this. - Yeah.
- Sure, let's be gentlemen. - Okay, I see that.
[dance music playing over headphones]
[tense music]
- [panting]
Stella!
[grunts]
[both panting]
[rock music]
- Ah! Too bright!
♪ ♪
- [shouts]
[grunts] - Yeah!
♪ ♪
- Girl Jordan, I'll trade you my pudding for a meatball.
Thanks!
[shouts]
- [in slow motion] No!
- What? You said she likes red sauce.
- Low blow, man. This is dry-clean only.
♪ ♪
- In case anyone's interested, I'm out of the snake formation.
- Well, I actually left it earlier than you.
I just didn't tell you.
- The snake formation is officially dead.
- Fine by me. - Me too!
[whistle blows]
- That's for the meatball.
Ow! - That's for the mustard.
Oof! - That's for blinding me.
- Ah! - Take that!
[all shouting, punches smacking]
[whistle blows]
- Now, how did this happen?
I thought you boys had a snake formation.
- Those days are over.
- Well, that's a shame.
I always thought it was so nice,
the way you all looked out for each other.
- She's right.
What are we doing? Are we really gonna
throw away our friendship over a girl?
- Well, that ain't what I want.
- Me neither. You guys are my support circle.
- I honestly don't think I can make new friends at this point.
- I can't believe we ever let things get this far.
- And the crazy thing is, none of this is even our fault.
It's Stella's for pitting us against each other.
- Yeah. - You're right!
- I say we go give her the what for right now.
Snake formation, fellers?
[all hissing]
- Stella, we need to talk to you.
- Oh, hey, guys. What's up?
- Oh, I think you know.
We're through with your mind games.
Uh, thanks, Lincoln.
- My what? - Don't act all innocent.
You nearly broke up our friendship.
- Asking us all out on dates then making us compete
to see who would "blow you out of the water"?
- Blow me out of the water? What are you talking about?
- Doesn't matter. We're done.
You couldn't choose one of us for a boyfriend,
so now you don't get any of us.
- [laughs] What?
I'm sorry for laughing. It's just...
you guys are so off base.
I don't want a boyfriend. I just wanted to be friends...
with all of you.
- Well, why didn't you just say that in the first place?
- Uh, you may recall that every time I walked up
to you guys as a group, you acted like total weirdos.
That's why I was trying to get to know you one-on-one--
or what you call "dates." all: Ah.
- You know, maybe this was a bad idea.
It seems like you guys just can't handle
being friends with a girl.
I'm gonna go hang out with my lab partner, Mrs. Johnson.
- Oh, man, we really messed up.
- It's too bad, 'cause Stella's really fun.
I was hoping she'd teach me how to master the claw machine.
- Yeah, and I was hoping she'd help me pick out
a wig for my mee-maw.
- And she would've made a great addition
to our snake formation. She could've been the rattle.
- Well, maybe if we go tell her how sorry we are,
she'll give us another chance.
Hey, Stella, we just wanna apologize for how we acted.
- Yeah. You were right.
Just 'cause you're a gal and we're fellers
don't mean you had to be fixing for a romance.
- What we don't know about women could fill a library.
- We just hope you can forgive us,
because we all really liked hanging out with you--
as a friend.
Um, okay, well, that's cool.
I guess we'll just, uh, see you around.
- Hang on.
Lincoln, what's in that thermos?
- My dad's homemade tomato soup.
- I'll trade you my fruit salad for it.
- Deal!
- Hey, how about swapping them there rice cakes
for some hush puppies? - Definitely.
- Any chance you'd trade your juice box
for a tuna kit? - Sorry, dude.
That's where I draw the line. [laughter]
- After lunch, we can work out our new snake formation.
- Just wanna throw it out there:
have you guys ever considered a scorpion formation?
It's 22% more effective.
boys: Ooh! - We're listening.
- ♪ 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 11 kids ♪
♪ That's the way it always is ♪
♪ In the Loud house ♪