[car horns honk]
- ♪ I'm in the big city with my big familia ♪
♪ Every day here is my favorite día ♪
♪ One big house and our family store ♪
♪ Food and laughter y mucho amor ♪
♪ Tíos, abuelos, all of my primos ♪
♪ A dog, a parrot, amigos ♪
♪ We're one big family now ♪
♪ Sundays and Mondays ♪
♪ They're all fun days when you're with the... ♪
all: Casagrandes. - ♪ Mucha vida ♪
all: Casagrandes. - ♪ Bienvenida ♪
all: Casagrandes. - ♪ Mucha risa ♪
all: Casagrandes. We're all familia.
- Tan-tan.
[festive music]
♪ ♪
[snoring]
- [babbling]
[laughs]
- Abuelo, you got the ladder, right?
- Hang on, Bobby, I'm updating my status.
"Decorating for Dia de los Muertos.
"Skull emoji, smiley face, cacahuates,
chimichangas y balloons." - Whoa!
- [laughs]
- Carl, don't just throw the marigolds.
You're supposed to make a path
so our ancestors can find their way here.
- Our ancestors don't have GPS?
Ah!
[laughs]
- Wow. What's all this?
- It's for our Dia de los Muertos celebration.
- Day of the Dead.
- Oh, is that like Mexican Halloween?
- No, mija, it has nothing to do with Halloween.
It's the day that we honor our loved ones
who have passed away.
- By bowling?
- [laughs] Sid, no.
Right? We don't bowl, do we?
- No. I see your mother hasn't taught you
enough about your traditions.
This is an ofrenda,
where we place pictures of our loved ones.
This is your great-grandfather Lázaro.
Mi papá.
He loved sweet tamales and bowling.
Between you and me,
he was much better at eating tamales than at bowling.
[laughter]
I put these things on the ofrenda
so he can enjoy them while he visits us on this special day.
I miss my papá a lot,
but this holiday always makes me feel closer to him.
- Mrs. Casagrande, is Day of the Dead for pets too?
My sister Adelaide lost her pet Froggy a few weeks ago,
and she's really sad.
Maybe this could make her feel better?
- Of course.
That's a great idea,
but there is a lot more to know about Dia de Los Muertos.
Why don't we sit down and--
- Thanks, Abuela!
- How far is the land of the dead, anyway?
- It's "Frog Week" on the National Frogographic Channel,
like it is every week.
- [sniffles, sobs]
- See? She's a mess.
She can't stop thinking about Froggy.
- Hey, Adelaide.
You know what today is? The Day of the Dead.
- [sniffles, sobs] Day of the what?
- Day of the Dead.
It's a special holiday where Froggy could come visit you.
- Really? How?
- First, we have to build an altar,
and put all the stuff Froggy likes on it.
What was he into?
- Oh, so many things. His favorite food, bacon bits.
This was his favorite movie, "The Hoppit."
- [groans]
- Shoelace jump rope.
It kept him in shape for catching flies.
- Okay, Sergio.
- [squawking] Special delivery.
Fresh from Carlitos.
- [groans]
[flies buzzing]
- And the lily pad with the big flower.
- [yells, groans]
Got it!
♪ ♪
What do you think, Adelaide?
- I think Froggy will love it.
You guys can go now.
I'm just going to sit here and wait for him to come back.
- Uh, Adelaide, a tiny misunderstanding.
Froggy doesn't actually come back, he just--
- What do you mean?
You told me he was going to come visit.
I thought we were gonna jump rope,
and watch a movie, and eat bacon bits.
- Well, we didn't mean "visit," we meant, "What did we mean?"
- [sniffles] Now I miss Froggy even more.
- Whoops.
- Chihuahua. What do we do now?
- Hmm.
I once had a goldfish that died,
and my mom just replaced it
and acted like it was the same fish.
- Oh yeah, that still works on Bobby.
- To the pet store.
[upbeat music]
- Well, I don't usually "rent frogs,"
but I'll make an exception.
I am such a big fan of your mom.
Her Gator Tour is the best thing at the zoo.
[chuckles]
- [squeals] Thanks, Pete.
[croaks]
- Now remember, if anyone asks, your name is Froggy.
[croaks]
- Adelaide. Someone's here to see you.
- I don't want to see anyone.
- Not even Froggy?
- [gasps] Froggy, you're back.
I have a whole list of things for us to do.
Come on, let's hit the park.
- Careful not to get him dirty. - Why?
- 'Cause we won't get our deposit back
uh, from, uh, the afterlife.
- Okay.
Ah.
Hmm. Bleh!
Whoa!
[giggles]
- Okay, Froggy, time to go back.
♪ ♪
- I'm just gonna go ahead and say it,
that was a pretty great plan.
- I'm just gonna go ahead and agree.
- [both mimic explosion noise]
- Hey, Adelaide. What's going on?
- I guess Froggy had to leave, but since that worked so well,
I thought I'd bring back Great Aunt Millie,
old Mr. Woodford and Abraham Lincoln.
[gasps] I forgot Lincoln's top hat.
I love this holiday.
- Oh no! What did we do?
- This is bad.
We can't rent a Great Aunt Millie or an Abraham Lincoln,
and I have no idea who old Mr. Woodford is.
- But if we can't produce these people,
Adelaide will know that Froggy didn't really come back.
She'll be crushed.
- Well, then we have to bring them back too.
- Hmm.
Tío Carlos, would you mind helping me
and Sid with our school play?
- Well, sure. What's it about?
- It involves Abraham Lincoln.
- Ho-ho, four score and say no more.
[shrieks]
- Huh. Looks great. Just one more detail.
Tada. Okay, now hop on.
[both groan]
- This is bad timing, but I have to go to the bathroom.
- [grunts]
- [clears throat]
Uh, greetings, audience members.
- [gasps] Wow! Abraham Lincoln!
It worked. [gasps]
I didn't know what you liked to eat,
so I got you a hotdog.
- Ooh!
I've never had one of these before,
but I'll give Mary Todd the recipe.
- Well, hello there, dearie. It's me, Great Aunt Millie.
- Aunt Millie!
You feel lumpy.
- Thank you, sweetie.
I've been getting ripped in the afterlife.
- [gasps] I've got your favorite perfume.
- [sneeze]
- Well, that was a great visit,
but I better get back to the gym.
They don't call me Aunt TreadMillie for nothing.
- Bye, Aunt Millie. - [sneeze]
- Hurry, get up there. - I'm trying.
- You're facing the wrong way. - Sorry.
- [sneeze] - Sid, I'm still backwards.
Adelaide, it's me, your old pal, Mr. Woodford.
[chuckles] Missed ya when I wasn't alive.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.!
- [sneeze]
- [gasps]
[chuckles] Sid, I can't reach it.
[both yell, grunt]
- [gasps] Sid? Ronnie Anne?
That's not Abraham Lincoln, and Mr. Woodford was a poodle.
- Right, now I remember.
- So that means Froggy was a fake, too?
I hate Day of the Dead.
[cries]
- Wait, Adelaide, we can explain.
- Strange play. Good hotdog.
- Leave me alone, liars.
- We made it worse. What do we do now?
- What we should have done in the first place--
go to the expert.
Abuela, we need to talk to you.
- We really messed up.
- We gave Adelaide the wrong impression
about Dia de los Muertos.
She thought Froggy was really going to come back.
- And Aunt Millie, and Abraham Lincoln,
and Mr. Woodford.
- Mr. Woodford?
both: He's a poodle. - Ay, muchachas.
- She locked herself in her room.
Can you help us? - [sighs]
- Go away, Sid.
- It's not Sid, sweetie. I heard you are a little sad.
- [sniffs] Froggy never came back.
- Oh, but he did.
- He--he did? [sniffles, sobs]
- Come down and see our altar, mija,
and I can explain what Dia de Los Muertos
is really all about.
- Adelita, this is mi papá.
Just like you miss Froggy, I miss mi papá very much.
- He liked bowling and tamales.
- But he was better at eating tamales.
- Get your own material.
I honor my papá by putting out all the things he loved,
and I use incense, candles and marigolds
to help guide his spirit back.
- So where is he?
- Well, he's in my heart.
You see, on this day,
we think about our loved ones,
and that keeps their memories alive.
So even if we don't see them, they're still with us.
- [gasps] I do feel like Froggy is here.
[croak, screams]
Señor Froggy?
It's a Dia de Los Muertos miracle.
- There you are.
Lil' stinker followed the trail of bacon bits
all the way back here.
You guys keep talking. I'm good.
[pants]
- Abuela, this isn't Froggy. It's fake Froggy.
- [sighs] - [gasps]
Pete, how about we make a trade?
Tickets to my mom's Gator Tour in exchange for the frog?
- Put me in the Splash Zone and we have a deal.
- Deal.
- Yay! [croak]
[laughter]
♪ ♪
[clamoring]
- Thanks for saving the day, Abuela.
- You're welcome.
I'm glad I could teach you about our family's traditions.
- Okay, everybody get together for a photo.
[click, beeping]
[baby babbling] Look at the camera, Carlitos.
[babbles]
♪ ♪
[record scratch] - Wait.
Where's Carl?
- Phew!
Finally, the last of the marigolds.
Our ancestors will have no trouble finding our home.
Now where am I?
- ♪ In the Loud House ♪