#Crashing through the crowded halls, dodging girls like ping pong balls#

#just to reach the bathroom on time, leaping over laundry piles,#

#diapers you can smell for miles, guys.#

#Gotta do what you can to survive in the Loud house,#

#in the Loud house.#

#Duck, dodge, push and shove. That's how we show our love.#

#In the Loud house, in the Loud house.#

#one boy and ten girls. Wouldn't trade it for the world.#

#Loud House.#

Poo-poo.

(Upbeat music)

I can't wait to see this episode.

Last time on Kitchen Ambush, chef Guy Grazer turned up the heat.

Miserable.

Your dish lacks taste.

Just like your tacky apron.

Who will Guy ambush tonight?

Tune in to find out.

Yeesh! I'd hate to be in her shoes.

He shredded her like a block of cheddar.

Have a good afternoon, sweeties.

Don't forget to do your homework.

I'll be checking.

Note to self, dial back Todd's maternal mode.

Oh, check it out.

Oh, good.

You're here. Before you jump into homework, I need your help.

No problem. Guys, fan out.

Here you are, ladies.

Nothing like a plate of hot buns.

So that is two hockey pucks.

Side of dough. Well done with axle grease.

I ordered sausage patties and toast with butter.

Yeah, that's what I just said.

Your total comes out to carry the nine.

Subtract by seven. Divide 43.17 plus a 20% gratuity

of 8.63.

We did it!

Oh, you kids are such a big help.

Especially with mom off visiting Laurie for mother daughter golf day.

Lynn's table. Come in if you're able.

You've got Lynn.

I have some exciting news.

The doo dads just booked a

Big gig tonight at Sunset Canyon.

Oh, no, we did it.

Yes, we. Dad, it's Bernie's third wedding.

He's marrying his lady friend from Boca.

Oh, ding dang!

Darn it. I have to work the dinner shift.

I gave Grant the night off to play orcs, hawks, wizards, and pork.

Many thanks spirit Wizard Lord, may your harvest be fruitful this moon.

Oh, you guys should just do the gig without this doodad.

A band with just one cowbell is no band at all.

Hey, dad, what if we took over the restaurant tonight?

Oh, that's sweet of you guys, but a night alone's a big responsibility.

Oh, we know this place like the back of our flawless hands.

Time for a mani.

Come on, Lin. They can do it.

You got this, huh?

Well, okay.

But if there's an emergency, you give me a call.

And when in doubt, use my cookbook.

Every recipe I've ever made is in that thing.

You won't regret this.

Uh, Luanne.

That's father's sweat rag.

Thanks, kids. Kitaro, polish up our wedding cowbells.

We got a reception buffet to rock.

Order up! Way up.

You expect me to eat these without maple syrup?

Your total comes out to 8.

Not including tip, of course.

Here's a tip pack an umbrella.

Tomorrow it's gonna rain.

(LAUGHS)

That was the last

customer, huh? What was dad

so worried about, anyway?

Yeah, we crushed it.

Ha ha! Oh, oh.

Oh, it's Guy Grazer.

That's right.

I've heard a lot about this place and wanted to feature it on Kitchen

Ambush. Now it's called Kitchen Ambush, not kitchen whenever it's

convenient for you.

Um, would you give us a moment?

Oh, what do we do?

Should we call dad?

No, he's playing his gig.

Let him enjoy Bernie's wedding.

We can totally handle Guy.

We're in.

Because my appetizer should have been

here five-flambe-in' minutes ago.

Lynn-ger Chicken. Lynn-sagna.

Balsamic lynn-egar puns.

The dry toast of the cooking world.

Comes through. Okay, uh, gotta get some apps ready.

Paprika. Garlic powder. Does anyone have the time?

It's 7:30.

You walked right into that one.

I brought my a plate of jalapeno poppers and bread to start.

You did? I just brought over jalapeno poppers and bread.

No need to worry everyone. I brought Guy some jalapeno.

Poppers and bread to tide them over.

Lucy, can you go take guy's order?

What will I have?

Bring me one of everything.

And how about some more bread?

I don't think there's enough for the entire state of Michigan.

Okay, let's not panic.

We can still turn this around with dad's great food.

Where's his cookbook?

What? He said. When in doubt, use his cookbook.

Oh, Leni

Mm. I can still make out some of this calimari recipe and this New

England clam chowder.

One. It'll have to do. Let's just get cooking.

More children. Is this a restaurant or a preschool?

Are there any adults in here?

Actually, this is our dad's place. We're just helping out tonight.

That explains everything.

All right. Off with you.

Hmm. Right.

I think we have enough footage for tonight's show.

Welp. This bites.

If that episode airs, dad's restaurant is crushed.

Another successful ambush.

Let's get this footage back to the station.

Oh, but maybe the episode doesn't have to air.

We have to get that flash drive and destroy it.

We'll need some help.

Todd coming in hot?

(Car screeching)

(Screaming)

You just need to get guy out of that van long enough to grab the

flash drive with the footage.

Let me just tap into the cellular network.

Hello, Mr. Guy.

Grazer, I have an anonymous tip for you.

There's a culinary snafu in the works at John Wayne's French Mex

buffet. You might want to get there.

Toot sweet.

You John Wayne's. Step on it.

(Car screeching)

Nice. Lisa.

Now's our chance.

The flash drive is not here.

Well, that was a rubbish tip. There was no French Mex emergency.

We need to leave. Guys coming back.

Initiating stall function.

Why? Hello there.

I am from the Institute of Surveys.

Do you have a moment for a quick survey?

Oh, watch my processor.

Oh, Oh! Oh.

Ruuude.

Must have the flash drive on his person.

Todd. After the van!

Now it's personal.

Oh, no. We're too late.

It's time for plan, Lynn.

Smash every TV in Royal Woods so no one can watch the show.

Well, I don't hear any better ideas.

Look, if we can somehow jam the signal coming from that antenna,

nobody will see the broadcast.

I think this is Lana's time to shine.

I'll take care of that signal for you.

I keep a spare hook in the back of Vanzilla for all kinds of

situations.

Hit it hard.

(Car screeching)

Consider it. Jammed.

It worked!

Yay!

Yay! Yes!

No it didn't.

Dudes, his show is still playing.

Huh? Antenna preserved for appearances only.

Oh, cause it's all about satellites now.

Now fear not, family, for I have the solution.

I'll just take out the satellite that broadcasts to Royal Woods.

(Explosion sounds)

With this ancient wand, I cast illumination.

Hocus pocus.

It's still broadcasting, dude.

Accidentally blasted the Norwegian satellite.

Oh, these tiny keyboards are tricky.

That, drat! Looks like it's also going to be dark in Iceland

tonight.

You four take out all the TVs on the east side of town while

Lynn. No, it's too late.

The whole town will have seen the show by now.

We should just go home and apologize to dad.

Oh, dad, we are so sorry for ruining your

restaurant.

Yeah, we just wanted to do something nice for you.

We thought we could handle guy.

What are you talking about? You did handle Guy.

Now, despite the craziness, it really warms my frozen heart to see

kids help out their dad.

Lynn's table is a real family run business, and I can't wait to come

back when the actual chef is there.

This is a twist I did not see coming.

What you guys did for me tonight, meant everything.

(SOBBING)

Just get in.

Spirit whispered loud.

Come forth.

I hereby submit my resignation in order to focus on my new found

wizard powers. Henceforth, I shall use those powers for the benefit of

all mankind.

No, Lily, that's not a toy.

(Explosion)

Sorry, I'm still working out the kinks!