[upbeat rock music]
♪ ♪
Tensions are running high tonight, folks!
The Meat Mountain and the Hungry Hungry Herbivore
are locked in a tight match!
Ooh, the Meat Mountain has the Herbivore
in the classic five-fingered hand crunch.
Crush his bones!
Man, I love sitting ringside.
You can, like, almost taste the sweat.
[groans]
And... I'm gonna go get new nachos.
- [grunts] - [gasps]
Nacho?
Wait a minute, what's the Meat Mountain doing now?
Who wants a piece of meat?
[crickets chirping]
[clucks]
Oh, an arena full of chickens, huh?
No one calls me a chicken, ya turkey.
[tense music]
Hey, kid, I don't want you to get hurt.
Why don't you scram?
- [grunts] - Whoa!
Yah!
Meat Mountain?
More like a meat loaf, chump.
Ha. [cheers and applause]
Oh, the Meat Mountain has been reduced to rubble
in an avalanche of pain!
Hey kid, wait up! I'm dying to ask--
how in the world did you ever pick up the Mountain?
Ha, the three C's of powerlifting baby:
confidence, calves, and quads.
Uh, quads starts with a--whoa!
Whatever you want it to start with.
I'm Bella Big Bucks, the top promoter
for Motor City Wrestling.
Lynn Loud.
Look, we both know pro wrestling is staged,
but your athleticism and strength would be
big-time assets in my ring.
How would you like to be my next star wrestler?
For real? That would be amazing!
Great!
Let's talk about your character.
Who does Lynn Loud want to be in the ring?
Hmm.
Let's see what we've got to work with.
[gags, coughs]
Okay. A lot of smells.
But not a lot of variety.
Couldn't help but overhear you talking fashion!
[both gasp] 'Cause I can help.
No offense, Leni,
but we're not putting together prom outfits.
This is wrestling!
Um, I love wrestling.
Did you guys watch that Rage in a Cage tag team match
last week, where one of the Python Boys turned
on his own partner
by putting him in a cold-blooded clutch?
I just get so into the storylines.
[laughs] It's like a big sweaty soap opera.
Makeover time!
What do you think?
[light elevator music]
[straining]
Too spiky.
[both suck teeth]
Not gonna happen.
No way.
Who wears this?
Look, guys, this isn't working.
None of these feel-- I don't know, authentic.
Hmm, maybe we need to dig a little deeper.
Like, my fave wrestler, Pixie Cutz,
used to be an actual hair stylist.
Her character feels supes authentic.
Yeah, what is Lynn Loud really passionate about?
Huh.
[gasps] Wait, I've got it.
[upbeat rock music]
♪ ♪
You've met Lynn Loud, hall monitor.
Now meet the Brawl Monitor!
Oh, yeah!
The Brawl Monitor!
It's hip. It's fresh. I love it! Okay, kid.
Now I see the Brawl Monitor as a hero type,
so I'm gonna put you up against a bunch of baddies.
You'll whoop 'em good, and the fans will love it!
You ready to become a star?
Let's rumble!
[whistle blows]
[bell dings]
[cheers and applause]
♪ ♪
One hall pass to Loser-ville.
Huh? [bowtie honks]
♪ ♪
And it looks like Creeps the Clown
won't be haunting anyone's dreams tonight!
One hall pass to Loser-ville.
[cheers and applause]
Looks like the Cat Burglar's
about to use up her ninth life!
Me-ow.
- Aah! - That's one hall pass to--
all: Loser-ville! - Aah!
♪ ♪
There you go.
Good news, kid!
I've lined up your next match, and it's big.
You're gonna tangle with one of our top wrestlers,
Tippy the Cow!
[moos]
She moonlights in the ring during Dairyland's slow season.
I'm gonna smoke that bag of brisket!
No, you're not.
Brawl Monitor beats up on bad guys,
but Tippy is a fan favorite.
You gotta let her win.
- But-- - No buts.
If you're gonna be a star in this sport,
you gotta learn to play the game.
Fine, I'll do it, but I'm not gonna like it.
She's usually the face of Dairyland,
but tonight, Tippy is the face of udder pain!
Aah! all: Ooh!
And it looks like somebody cheddar call an ambulance
for the Brawl Monitor!
[cheering, clamoring]
Aah!
[panting] Whoa!
Oof.
[laughter]
[growls] Ooh! [moans]
And it looks like Tippy is really milking this victory!
That's it.
[groaning] [crowd gasps]
I can't believe I'm saying this, folks,
but the Brawl Monitor wins!
[crowd booing]
Ouch.
Okay, look, I know I beefed it and lost my cool.
But Tippy was-- - Never mind that.
Did you see what happened out there?
Uh, I saw a lot of angry people giving me
not-so-nice gestures.
I saw opportunity.
In this business, a good villain can be just
as big as a hero.
New plan: I'm gonna have you beat every good guy,
gal, and Goody Two-shoes in my stable.
We'll turn you into the ultimate wrestling heel!
But aren't people just going to boo me all the time?
Oh, definitely.
But you'll be a bigger star than ever!
What do you say, kid?
[soft tense music]
I'm in!
[hard rock music]
And the Brawl Monitor bullies the Widdle Baby
into submission with a tickle tornado!
[crowd booing]
♪ ♪
Aah!
Ouch, looks like the Ice Cream Man
won't be scooping out any joy today.
And it looks like the Brawl Monitor is sending
Sweet Ol' Granny to the retirement home!
[crowd clamoring]
Yeesh, this is kind of intense.
Are you okay? - Pfft.
This is just part of the game.
And besides, I sold out the arena tonight.
I mean, I don't want to brag, but the Brawl Monitor is huge.
[booing]
Plus, sometimes I get free grub.
You're the worst!
Hey, Flip. Let me get a double XL Flippee.
That'll be 50 big ones.
50 bucks? For a Flippee? Since when?
It's a new bully tax.
Just for you... Brawl Monitor.
[growls]
[bell rings]
[wincing]
Whoa! Oh!
A little help here, Meryl?
For the Brawl Monitor?
No way.
[sighs]
Wow, even Meryl hates me?
Exciting, isn't it?
Your match is gonna be televised everywhere.
Even people in Canada are gonna hate you,
and they love everyone!
Yeah, so I'm not so sure I wanna be the villain anymore.
I thought people loved to hate me,
but now I think they just hate me.
That's a small price to pay for stardom, kid,
wouldn't you say?
This is what you wanted!
[sighs]
Now I've lined up the perfect opponent tonight.
I need you to go out there and pulverize him, 'kay?
Well, folks, it's time for our main event!
Tonight, the Brawl Monitor squares off
against the one, the only, Santa Claus!
[cheers and applause]
You got to be kidding me.
Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas, everyone!
[chuckling] - I have to throw this match.
[bell dings] [growls]
Ho, ho-- whoa!
Ooh! [crowd boos]
Put me in a chicken wing!
Ho, ho, no!
Stick to the script!
You're supposed to win.
But I don't wanna win!
That's not very holly jolly of you.
[laughs]
[growls] Stop it!
Aah!
I didn't even do anything.
[screams]
I won't let you throw this match!
♪ ♪
Wow, it looks like Santa might be delirious
from too much milk and cookies,
because he just missed the Brawl Monitor by a mile!
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[groans]
And it appears that both wrestlers are now--
kicking their own butts?
- Pin me, coward! - Nuh-uh!
I'm not gonna be on Bella's naughty list this year.
Fine.
♪ ♪
[groans]
Ooh!
Santa has pinned the Brawl Monitor!
The winner is Santa Claus! [bell dinging]
[cheers and applause]
Hey! What was that all about?
Next time you pull a stunt like that--
There is no next time! I'm out.
I'm done being hated,
and I'm done wearing this stupid singlet.
It's chafe city!
You'll come crawling back!
Aah! [bell dinging]
♪ 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 ♪