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[electricity crackling]
[triumphant music]
[bell dings]
[wind howling]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[lasers blasting]
Hey, watch it! This is a lease!
[growls]
I think it's time we go our separate ways.
Agent 28, what are you doing?
What I do best. Improvising.
[lasers blasting]
♪ ♪
[explosion]
[whistles] - [grunts]
[screams]
Can you be a doll
and open that door over there for me?
Ah! Ah! [rifle pulses]
Thanks, hon.
[gulps]
[screams]
X, I'm in.
And only 23 seconds.
I owe you lunch, Myrtle.
Actually, it was 22.5.
But what's a half a second between gal pals?
So what's the situation?
You should have a straight shot
to Dr. Dufu's rocket.
I checked the visuals, and it's all clear.
Are you sure?
There's got to be at least one more henchman.
Have I ever steered you wrong?
Ooh. My bad.
[all grunting]
Ow! Ugh.
[grunting]
Ah!
♪ ♪
[both grunting]
Hiyah!
Facial access granted.
[soft dramatic music]
[technology whirring]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Oh, hello, Agent 28.
I was wondering when you'd get here.
I must say, I'm flattered they sent the best.
[slurps]
Don't get too excited.
It's gonna be a quick visit!
Oh!
♪ ♪
- [laughs] - [gasps]
[grunts]
What do you think of my most loyal henchman?
Ham Hand.
He came to me after his hand
was crushed in a wrestling match,
so I forged him a hammer hand.
I think his name is confusing.
[spits] I expected pork.
Oh!
I thought you'd be tougher than this, Agent 28.
And not a curl out of place.
Oh, will you please stop talking about the hair?
It's always about the hair.
[devices humming]
So what's the deal with your dumb rocket anyway?
You see those lasers?
[electricity crackles]
This rocket will take out
every communication satellite on Earth.
And then I launch my own.
Dufu TV, Dufu Phone, Dufu Electric,
Dufu Daily News!
My beautiful wife Schmoofy Doofy and I
will own all communication and rule the world!
Boop.
T minus one minute until lunch.
Not today, doofus.
I've got lunch plans.
It's pronounced Dufu. It's French!
- Ha! - Hey, get back in your cage.
[growls] - [grunts]
Ooh.
- Hold still. - Ah!
Hey, you messed up Ham Hand's do.
Well, let me fix that for you.
[electricity crackling]
[coughs]
Oh, no, stop it!
Give me it! Hey! - Ow!
[grunts] - Ugh!
[growls]
[screams]
No!
I know I just tried to kill you,
but get me out of here!
[alarm blaring]
You need to shut down the launch.
Yep, working on it.
You stopped the lasers, not the launch.
Three, two, one.
[rocket rumbling] - No!
[explosion]
♪ ♪
X, how do we get doofus back down?
You won't be seeing him again.
That rocket is a one way ticket into orbit.
Well, that's a shame.
But at least he got a room with a view.
[gasps]
That was your best Myrtle spy story yet.
Ten out of ten on the showmanship.
Thanks, Clyde.
I can't wait to have a secret agent for a Gran-Gran.
Just think-- jet setting across the world,
going on spy missions together, doing dropkicks.
Whoa.
You're seriously about to have the coolest grandma ever.
Don't tell Nana Gale I said that.
[whistles] Look alive, Loud crowd.
I'm here, and I'm ready to load bags.
Who's getting married?
[together] We're getting married.
Gran-Gran.
Perfect timing.
I was just telling Clyde about the time
you saved the world from Dr. Dufu.
Oh Lincoln, that was ages ago.
All I can think about right now is the wedding.
I'm about to marry the man of my dreams
and finally have a family.
Speaking of the wedding,
if any spy business goes down this weekend and you need help,
I'm your man.
Actually, I do need your help.
Yeah?
With a super important mission.
Yeah?
That only you can do.
Yeah?
Operation wedding rings.
I need you to guard these with your life.
Oh, I thought you were gonna ask me
to go on a real mission.
Oh, honey, this is real.
They aren't insured.
I'm gonna head out, Lincoln.
[together] Hoo, ha, huh.
[laughter]
Have fun at the wedding.
[whistles]
Let's kick it into gear, kiddos.
Butts need to be in Vanzilla in 10 minutes.
[clattering and screaming]
[all yelling] - Hey, watch it.
I can't find anything.
Has anyone seen my vacation coffin?
Now to pack the essentials.
David Steele fart spray.
David Steele grappling hook.
David Steele throwing stars.
Oh, those are sharp.
Hm, I feel like I'm forgetting something important.
Of course.
My David Steele spy watch.
[gasps] - [barks]
Charles!
Lincoln, I'm flower girling here.
Drop it. We don't have time to play.
- Hey, watch it, Stinkoln. - [barking]
- Get back here. - Now, where were we?
3, 23, hut, hut, hut. - [gasping]
Lynn, don't throw so hard.
You want to catch Myrtle's flowers or not?
It's called a bouquet, and duh.
Whoever catches it totes gets married next.
Oh, can you imagine Bobby and I's wedding?
LJ, where's your suitcase?
Don't need one.
Yeah, I'm wearing all the underwear
I plan on taking. - [laughs]
That's clever, wow. - Heads up, Pops.
Here's Lily's bag. - No, no, no, no! Ah!
Nice catch, Loud. Hello.
I'm here to watch your dang house.
Mr. Grouse, as our acting groundskeeper,
I need you to keep a watchful eye on this.
What? Is that a TV remote?
[chuckles] Don't make me laugh.
[device chirps]
♪ ♪
My nuclear fusion laser.
My rivals have been eyeing it for months.
Guard it with your life and by no means press any--
How do I get the news on here?
[laser pulses]
[satellite crashes]
You owe an apology to the country of Finlandistan.
Get back here with my watch, Charles.
[growls]
This is a collectible.
[laser pulses]
[satellite crashes]
[car alarm wailing]
My house!
Well, look at the bright side.
Now you have satellite TV.
Oh.
All packed.
You got our wedding rings in there, right kiddo?
The wedding rings?
Right. Uh, they must be in my room.
Be right back. - All right, kids, time to go.
[all yelling] - Ugh.
Initiating vacation mode.
Lincoln, come on. We're gonna be late.
I got the rings.
[grunts]
[gasps]
Myrtle!
I'm coming, baby!
[dramatic pop music]
♪ There's never a moment for action ♪
♪ For a spy that is prone to distraction ♪
♪ And the clock is a lie ♪
♪ As you just watch the hours fly by ♪
♪ There's just no time to spy ♪
♪ No time to spy ♪
♪ No time to laugh, love, or cry ♪
♪ There's just no time to spy ♪
♪ ♪
[upbeat music]
[all yelling]
Adorable kids.
Are all of them yours?
Different mothers, I assume. I'm Fifi.
Oh, hi. I'm Lin.
Sorry, I get a little plane sick.
[retches]
[chuckles] Oh.
[strums guitar] Ah!
[laughs]
Lily, that's not a diving board.
How's it going, sweetie? - Never better.
I can taste other people's breath.
Ugh.
[quietly humming melody]
[explosion]
Ow.
- Yo, Lori, heads up. - Lynn.
I said not on the plane.
Ooh, tie-dye.
Oh, how about a couple's massage on the beach, huh?
[stomach rumbles]
Oh, never eat the airplane sashimi.
Oh. I'll be right back.
Is there something in your eye, hon?
No, I just wanted to let you know.
Whoa.
I've located the exits in case an evil villain
is hiding in the cargo hold waiting to take us captive.
Oh, honey, there's no bad guys
on this plane, and trust me,
if there were, you don't want to meet them.
It's not all fun and games like your picture book Derek Stump.
David Steele.
There are real consequences to spy life, dangerous ones.
But you're just a kid,
and I don't expect you to get it.
[sighs]
Hey, did that Stump fellow ever throw a villain
off Mount Everest while deliriously low
on oxygen? Cause I did.
Whoa, really?
So there I was in-hand-to hand combat
at the highest peak
and slowly losing consciousness.
The odds of me making it out alive
were slim to none.
Whoops. Coming through.
Hey, what's wrong, Al?
Well, sometimes hearing about Myrtle's past
makes me worry, maybe I'm not
exciting enough for her.
Maybe I'm a little small potatoes, you know?
Al, that's ridiculous. You're not a small potato.
Who just won Sunset Canyon's shuffleboard showdown?
Seymour.
Oh, yeah.
That guy's incredible.
[sighs]
And that's why I love free napkins.
Never know when they'll save your life.
Well, enough about that.
Let's go over the wedding playlist.
Psst, Gran-Gran, I'm pretty sure
that flight attendant is listening to us.
Sweetie, you're being silly.
I bet she's undercover, gathering intel on us.
Oh, no, I ate the peanuts.
There's probably a tracking device in my stomach.
[groaning]
I really, really don't think so.
Lincoln, you already have a mission.
You still got those rings? - Don't worry.
They're safe inside the box.
I'm going back to my seat to read comics.
Ah!
[gasps]
Lori, go long. Hut, hut, hut.
[gasps]
Oh, cold, cold! Oh, is that citrus?
Oh, it's a deep burn.
Sorry about that. Lori doesn't know how to catch.
- Lynn. - Way to make enemies already.
Relax. We'll never see her again.
So we're staying at the same place.
Tight.
[relaxing tropical music]
♪ ♪
[bird caws]
♪ ♪
[together] Ooh!
♪ ♪
[laughs]
♪ ♪
[all cheering]
[together] Ooh.
Welcome to the Thunderball Resort.
Can I get you a hot towel?
- Lori, think fast. - Stop it, Lynn.
- [laughs] - Ahem.
That'll be 20 big ones for the hot towel.
Yo, Mom, this sounds like a you problem.
You know, you bear a striking resemblance
to someone. Do you know a Flip Phillipini?
I sure do.
I'm Flap Phillipini.
Flip's my cousin.
Huh. What are the chances?
One in one billion, five--
Charge it to the room, Flap.
[blows raspberry]
I have you all checked in.
Ceviche, can I get these people some keys, please?
Thank you, Ceviche.
OK, girls, let's head to the pool
and plan the bachelorette party for tonight.
Yeah!
Don't forget about Todd, y'all.
I'm gonna go meet with the caterer
and go over the menu.
And I was planning on taking my Myrtle buns
on a surprise fishing trip. Surprise!
Oh, Al. How romantic.
Ooh, you guys are going on a boat?
That sounds awesome.
Oh, did you want to come, Lincoln?
I don't have anything else to do.
I'll go grab my spy stuff.
Lincoln, you don't need it.
Don't you kids go anywhere without me.
Hey, watch it, kid.
You wouldn't want to bump into the wrong guy on this island.
Yeah, yeah, I got it.
The truck's all loaded for, uh, the fishing trip.
Hmm.
[upbeat music]
♪ Lonely ♪
Oh, all right, Myrtle dove.
Time to catch us some dinner.
[soft dramatic music]
No sign of mohawk man, but my spy sense
is at a level five tingle.
Lincoln, honey, let the spy stuff go.
Come have a juice spritzer.
Be right there.
♪ ♪
Whoa, there he is.
My spy sense was right. There's something going on.
I wonder what's in those crates.
Wait.
My David Steele waterproof camera.
What is that name? Rubin.
[yelps]
Oh.
Not good.
[whistles]
Very not good.
You know, in my Navy days, I used to fish with a spear.
Oh, Al. That's so rugged.
[laughs] - Gran-Gran, can I talk to you?
Oh. I got a big one on the line.
Lincoln, get your camera.
OK, Pop-Pop. Will do.
So I just saw these bad guys exchanging money for something.
I don't know what, but they saw me take
a picture, and now they're-- - Lincoln, please.
There are no bad guys around here.
[tense music]
Dang it.
Give us the little boy's camera,
and no one gets hurt, grandma.
Listen, cargo shorts, I go by Gran-Gran.
Whatever. Boys.
[both growl]
Hyah!
Oh, man, a real life spy fight.
♪ Lonely ♪
Take this, chum bucket.
- Huh? - [grunts]
Whoa!
♪ Until I slip this town ♪
Sorry.
♪ ♪
[growls]
♪ My love's no hand-me-down ♪
[screams]
♪ Lonely ♪
All right, kid, hand it over.
[gasps] [screams]
- [grunting] - Ha!
[screams]
Ah!
- [screaming] - I know, I'm excited too.
Get that camera.
- Gotcha. - That's it.
♪ Play the games ♪
Huh?
- Hyah! - [screams]
I should have called in sick today.
- [growls] - Huh?
[screams]
♪ Gonna make you ♪
[both grunting] - Get off.
Ugh.
[gasps] Lincoln!
[laughs] Got it.
♪ As they'll all win alone ♪
[grunts]
♪ ♪
Oh, not what I meant to do.
[growls]
That's right, fish. Come to Pop-Pop.
Lincoln, hit the gas now.
♪ ♪
[yelps]
♪ ♪
♪ Lonely times before ♪
♪ ♪
Whoa.
[screams]
Aw, cheap lures.
Oh. Sorry, Al.
Lincoln needs aloe vera ASAP.
He's in sun shock.
OK, let's get my best man back to the resort.
[seagull caws]
Oh, don't worry, Myrtle dove.
I'm gonna make up for not catching anything.
Tonight, you'll have the best table
at the best restaurant. - Can't wait.
Um, I'll get some cold towels for Linc.
Ooh.
Lincoln, now listen to me.
I know what you're gonna say.
It's too bad cargo shorts fell in the ocean
with my camera, or we'd have some clues.
What? No. We don't need clues.
We are leaving immediately.
[computer beeping]
Myrtle. Long time no talk.
What's it been, 30 years?
Sorry, X. No time to catch up.
Our fishing boat was just attacked
after my fiancé's grandson
witnessed a shady deal going down.
I'm sending you our coordinates
so you can have an agent check into it.
Myrtle, can you do it? You're right there.
Yes, we accept the mission.
No, we do not accept. Lincoln, zip it.
X, I retired, and I have a family now.
I'm about to get married. - I know.
And an invite would have been classy,
but let's table that.
I'm sorry, but I have to get us off this island
on the first flight tomorrow. I'll call you when we're safe.
But Gran-Gran, think about it.
This is our chance to be heroes.
You and me, working together, the ultimate spy duo.
Let's call her back. - Lincoln, just stop it.
You don't understand what it means
to be a real hero.
It's not about ticking time bombs,
high-tech gadgets, and invisible laser shields.
They make invisible laser shields?
Being a hero is about sacrifice.
It's making a tough choice even if you don't like it.
And right now that means getting your family to safety.
Hey, party of--
[groans] - Oops.
Old habits die hard.
I better check on Flop.
I know what a hero is,
and they don't turn down missions.
Hey, X, Myrtle here.
Totes changed my mind about the mission, LOL.
We're on it.
Strong arm emoji, high five emoji,
party emoji, and--
Stopped the bleeding,
but he'll definitely need to ice that.
I'm sorry, Gran-Gran.
You were right about everything.
I'll go pack my stuff now.
Good. I knew I could count on you.
I'll go talk to Pop-Pop.
And Lincoln, I'm proud of you for handling this so well.
[sighs]
Yes.
[dramatic music]
Yoo-hoo, white haired boy.
Oh, I was just looking for sea glass
on the beach for my dog jewelry business.
I make collars, harnesses, cuff-links,
but I call them ruff-links. [laughs]
Sorry, I don't have any cash.
Oh, you're a riot. A riot.
I'm not selling you.
I just found your camera.
It washed up on shore. I also found cargo shorts.
I think I'll make them into curtains.
[laughs] But with pockets.
Neat, huh? - Thank you, thank you.
I can't believe you found it.
Oh, it's so cute how you wrote
"property of Lincoln Loud, super spy."
You know, I used to play spy when I was eight too.
Actually I'm 12, but thanks again.
Just give me a call for all your ruff-link--
ooh! [bird caws]
Apologies, Fifi.
I'm always practicing my grave digging technique.
No worries. I'm OK.
Let me just try to stand up.
Oh. Nope.
Not gonna stand up.
[seagulls cawing]
Come on, pick up, pick up.
[phone ringing]
Hey Lincoln. How's the wedding prep?
Clyde, I'm in the middle of a spy operation,
and I need your help. - Roger that.
I'll head to HQ.
Sorry, dads, I've got some important
spy business to attend to.
Just stay hydrated!
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!
♪ ♪
[dog barks]
♪ ♪
[car horn blares]
[whistling] Oh.
[eagle screeches]
[panting]
Ugh.
Ow.
Whew.
[soft dramatic music]
[keys clacking]
Agent Loud, I'm in.
Clyde, our boat was attacked after I snapped this photo.
It's in pretty bad shape,
but there might be a clue in there.
Can you enhance it? What does the crate say?
♪ ♪
[together] Rubiner's.
Give me one second.
All right. Let's see.
Looks like there's a restaurant on the island
called Rubiner's Fishmongers.
I'll send you a pin. - Perfect.
I'll start there. - Awesome.
Your first real spy mission with Myrtle.
Uh, Gran-Gran's busy prepping for the wedding,
so I'm going to take on this mission solo.
Well, be careful.
And remember to stay hydrated.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[singing melody]
Al, whenever you're done in there, we need to talk.
Okey dokey
You're gonna love this restaurant, sweetie.
But I already asked about the napkins,
and they're cloth, so you can't take them.
Yeah, about that,
I don't think I'll be making dinner.
I'm just so exhausted from fishing.
I think I'm gonna lie down.
His little spy butt is in so much trouble.
Maybe Lynn Sr. will have dinner with you.
[knocks]
Well, I'm not paying for Lynn's 12 appetizers.
Yah.
[clears throat]
We here at Thunderball Resort
would like to thank you for staying with us
on your big day.
Please accept this gift basket as a token of--
[yelps]
How'd you like to make the best tip of your life?
♪ ♪
[yelps]
Just pretend to be me taking a nap,
and I'll be back in 20 minutes.
If anyone asks, your name is Myrtle.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Rest up, honey.
You wouldn't want to miss out on our cuddle under the stars.
[snoring]
See you soon, my little Myrtle dove.
OK, well, I guess that wasn't too bad.
[together] Bachelorette party!
[screams]
Mom--can I call you Mom? Why are you in bed?
Aren't you excited for your bachelorette party?
Let's rock, Gran-Gran.
We have a limo parked out front.
Uh, I'm Myrtle?
[laughs]
I'd say that's a yes.
[all cheer]
♪ ♪
[seagull squawks]
♪ ♪
Welcome to Rubiner's, home of the calamari safari.
[clears throat]
Steele, David Steele, party of one.
Um, this is a restaurant, not a daycare.
Sorry, kid.
Oh, Juan.
Fine, I guess I'll take my patronage elsewhere.
[tools whirring]
Uh, I got a delivery here from Juan.
[laughs] Those must be for me.
Next thing you know, he's gonna propose,
but I'm too young for that, so I'm gonna say no,
and then we'll wait a year,
and then I'll ask him again to propose.
[sniffs] Juan.
♪ Every little movement ♪
♪ Every little thing you do ♪
Look, my sister doesn't hate you.
That's just the way her face looks.
[clears throat]
One flippy, not shaken or stirred, please.
[tense music]
Uh... [gulps]
We don't serve flippies here.
But we serve floppees.
You're in for a treat.
Shake it up. Make that floppee.
Make that floppee.
Yee! [growls]
[laughter] - Yoo-hoo, Lincoln, over here.
It's me, Fifi.
I ordered the calamari safari, and this thing is huge.
Come join me before the clams get hot.
OK, shh.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
Ta-da! Huh?
Ugh, you did it again, Randall.
You always push him away.
[party horn toots]
Go Myrtle, go Myrtle, go Myrtle.
Your bachelorette party would not be complete
without some funky accessories.
Oh. [laughs]
And some games.
First up, how well do you know Pop-Pop?
[gulps]
OK, first question.
What's Pop-Pop's favorite steamed vegetable?
Uh, I'm Myrtle.
Ooh, so close. It's carrots.
[tires screeching]
Oh.
This guy is so not getting a tip.
Ah, these brakes are a doozy. Everybody all right back here?
Flop? You're our driver?
The name's Louie, chiefs.
Louie's Limo and Lemonade.
Anybody want some?
I juice the lemons with my tire jack.
Ugh.
Cut from the same cloth as our Flip.
Hard pass on the jacked lemonade.
Yo Louie, you know any karaoke places?
I think it's time to sing to the bride to be.
Oh, you betcha. And right!
[screams]
Car candles is my other business.
They're great for road trips and legal in three states.
I'm famous for my fragrances.
Wet shower, yogurt in a bowl, old pillows,
and of course, tar.
[device whines]
[people chewing]
Save me.
Ugh.
[farts]
[giggles]
So my cousin's uncle's brother's great, great aunt--
Oh, man, sorry I'm late.
Jerry wouldn't stop talking about his cargo shorts.
Huh?
Ugh, Jerry and his pockets.
But my funky foot fungus fragrance,
that was my best seller.
Excuse me, Fifi, I have some important business
to attend to.
[dramatic music]
Oh, are you on a top secret spy mission?
[laughs] Have fun.
I mean...
[whispers] Have fun.
♪ You say you want to ♪
♪ Learn how to robot ♪
♪ You go rah-ah-oh ♪
♪ Rah-ah-oh-robot ♪
Yay! [laughs]
All right, Todd, you're cut off.
Five songs is enough.
I can stop whenever I want.
We've got a bachelorette party
in the house tonight.
Let's bring the bride to be up on stage
for a special performance.
[gulps] Oh no, no, no.
That's OK. Rain check for Myrtle.
[chuckles nervously]
Come on.
This is your chance to shine.
[microphone feedback whines]
[coughs]
[upbeat music]
[gulps]
♪ Ooh, girl, if I could ♪
♪ Ooh, girl, I give you the-- ooh, girl, world girl ♪
♪ Give you the-- ♪ [chuckles]
♪ Girl, boy world ♪
♪ And you, you could be my girl ♪
♪ And I could be your boy girl ♪
[together] ♪ Girl boy, ooh, girl ♪
♪ Boy, girl, ooh, girl ♪
♪ You're a girl ♪
[together] ♪ My girl ♪
♪ And I'm a boy ♪
[together] ♪ Ooh girl ♪
♪ What else do we need? ♪
♪ Just the world ♪
♪ Ooh, girl ♪
I'm Myrtle.
[together] You're Myrtle.
And you wanted to go to Rubiner's.
[soft dramatic music]
- Huh? - [grunts]
We're running out of time.
Get these rocket parts to Dufu now.
[together] Yes, sir.
♪ ♪
[gasps] Ham Hand from Gran-Gran's stories.
Well, we better get moving.
Yeah, last thing I need is a hammer in the face.
Ow. Ooh, ugh. [groans]
[gasps]
♪ ♪
Dang it. Where'd he go?
Ugh!
Lincoln, what are you doing here?
Oh, phew. Gran-Gran, it's you.
I told you to drop the spy stuff.
These people are dangerous. We need to get out of here now.
Look, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you,
but Ham Hand is here, and he said something
about building a rocket for Dufu.
What? Doofus is back from space?
Yeah. And we have to stop him.
No, X is sending another agent,
and they can stop doofus.
Uh, so don't get mad, but no one's coming.
- Is that my phone? - Yeah.
I sort of borrowed it and accepted the mission.
- What? - I said don't get mad.
Don't worry. We got this.
You and I make a great team.
Hey, what are you doing here?
Wait a second. You're the two from the boat.
David Steele fart spray.
- [screams] - Nice move, huh?
Come on.
[tense music]
[diners screaming]
Lincoln, stay back.
David Steele throwing star.
- [growls] - Room for dessert?
- Sweet burn, Gran-Gran. - Come here.
[all grunting]
- Gazpacho in your face. - Gross.
Get over here, kid. - Ah! Ah!
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
- Ugh! - Get her!
- [screams] - Table for three?
Take that booth.
[screams]
♪ ♪
[growls] [grunts]
Crab cakes, table ten.
I can't see. Whoa!
- [grunting] - Gotcha.
Who's hungry for more?
♪ ♪
Ah.
[grunting]
♪ ♪
That was incredible.
Can we get a quick pic with all the bodies behind me?
Not now. We gotta get out of here.
Too late, chump burgers.
- Hiyah! - Ow!
[groans]
Excuse us. - Sorry. Enjoy your meal.
Moped, 12 o'clock.
- Go, go, go. - E-scooter?
What the heck is an e-scooter?
Download app. Scan phone to activate?
Hang on, let me get my glasses.
- Uh... - Over there!
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!
I'm downloading the app.
Ah! [phone chirps]
[scooter humming]
[engine revving]
- [growls] - Whoa!
Do you think they'll figure out the app?
I figured out the app. Let's roll.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[car horns blaring]
♪ ♪
Hang on, sweetie.
We're gonna ditch these punks.
[growls]
[screams]
Huh? [screams]
♪ ♪
Whoa.
♪ ♪
[screams]
♪ ♪
- [growls] - [screams]
Are they blasting at us?
Well, they're sure not blowing us kisses.
♪ ♪
Tranquilizer darts?
Don't worry, Gran-Gran, I'll take care of this guy.
I've got it, Lincoln. Just give me your phone.
Ugh. Yeah, great idea.
You can use my David Steele distraction light.
Hey. - [grunts]
[screams]
♪ ♪
Lincoln, clothesline.
♪ ♪
[tires screeching]
♪ ♪
[together] Huh?
[both cheering]
Whoa, that was amazing.
We messed those dudes up, Gran-Gran.
We sure did.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
- Ah! - Whoa!
Ow. - Ooh.
[gasps] Lincoln.
Ow. Huh?
You've got to get out of here.
But Gran-Gran--
Listen to me, you need to get Pop-Pop and your family
off the island. I'll be fine.
Now go.
[tense music]
[laughs]
♪ ♪
Oh, come on. All my pictures were on there.
[chuckles] Agent 28, we meet again.
Hammy, long time no see.
Did your hair get thinner?
[laughs] Get the jokes in now.
Dufu got you front row tickets for our main event,
and then I'm gonna put an end to this little reunion.
[laughter]
Tie her up.
Sweep the area for the wannabe spy.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[laughs]
Where is this kid?
Oh, no. So not good. So not good.
Hey, I hear some panicking.
Over here. - Ugh!
You check over there. I'll check over here.
What do I do? What would David Steele do?
Think, think, think.
♪ ♪
[exhales deeply]
Just got to take this one step at time.
[screaming]
Ow.
[gasps]
They found me.
[muffled pop music]
Lincoln, we can see you.
Yeah, and you look terrible.
What are you doing out here?
Are you playing spy again?
Lori? Lola? Am I glad to see you guys.
There's an evil doctor trying to take over the world,
and his goons captured Gran-Gran.
[laughter]
What are you talking about?
Myrtle is literally in the limo with us.
Huh?
[laughter]
[together] Go Myrtle.
Go Myrtle, go Myrtle. - Gran-Gran? You escaped.
Are you catching everyone up on our wild night?
What's the plan? - Um, I'm Myrtle.
[chuckles]
- Huh? - [gasps]
[all gasp]
- [chuckles] - Imposter.
Please don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me.
Look, Myrtle promised me a big tip
if I pretended to be her, so...
You're telling me we've been buying drinks
all night for some rando?
I would have said something earlier,
but I just got caught up in being Myrtle.
It was so freeing.
I just got to say,
you're the most supportive family I've ever met.
[screams]
So Lincoln's ridiculous story is true?
Lori, call Pop-Pop and your father stat.
Mom, nobody makes phone calls anymore.
It's all about the emojis. - Just call them!
[knocking]
Flop, Louie, whatever your name is,
take us to the island police station
and step on it. - OK.
But if anyone yacks on the upholstery,
I got to charge a $50 upchuck fee.
[tires squealing]
[retches] Oop, that one was me.
But I'm still charging you.
[tires screech]
We need to see the chief ASAP.
You got him.
Chief Phillipini, nice to meet youse.
How is he in so many places at once?
That's not important.
My Myrtle was taken, and we need you
to get her back chop-chop.
Oh, yeesh. That is a pickle.
But I got to wait 48 hours before filing
a missing persons report.
Hey, if you're looking to kill a little time,
Ceviche and are doing two nights of improv
at the Chuckle Condo.
Just make sure to lock up on your way out.
There's a whole lot of evidence in here.
Oh, I can't believe I wasn't there to help her.
What kind of fiancé am I?
What are we gonna do?
I know exactly what we have to do.
Huh?
We form an elite spy team
and go into the jungle to save her.
That's what David Steele would do.
Lincoln, we are so not secret agents.
Yeah, Lori can't even catch.
- Ow. Lynn! - See?
No, but I am,
and I can lead the way.
Besides, we're in the middle of the ocean.
Nobody's coming, and we're running out of time.
Who's with me?
- I am. - Huh?
Lincoln's right.
It's us or no one. I'm in.
[all cheering]
That's a cute idea, guys.
But how are we supposed to take down an army of henchmen?
Easy, we just need the right equipment.
[laughs]
Meet me at the hotel business center in the morning.
[soft dramatic music]
Welcome to my makeshift lab.
It's been tough without the proper facilities,
but we're making do.
Todd, initiate Protocol Steele.
Affirmative, y'all.
[keyboard clacking]
[together] Ooh.
Is that "David Steele" issue 479?
Keen observation, brother.
Taking a page from this comic,
I've whipped up a few devices that should aid
in the kicking of some serious villain posterior,
street name, butts.
For Leni, lightning lemonade lipstick
capable of cutting any and all types of material.
Ooh, a spring shade.
For you, Lily, this special lollipop.
One lick, and an elephant
will be sleeping for hours.
- [snoring] - [laughs]
For Lori, a pitching wedge grappling hook
capable of holding 10,000 pounds.
What's this button do? [screams]
And for the flower girl,
delicate and destructive daffodils.
[grunts]
[explosion]
For Luan, a whoopee cushion filled with Lynn's
post-meatball flatulence. - Deadly. Wait, how did you--
Hydraulic knuckles for Pop-Pop.
That's the stuff.
And Lincoln, for you, your David Steele watch
has now been reinforced with stainless steel
and bulletproof carbon as well as equipped
with a built in super magnet.
It's only got enough charge for one use, so use it wisely.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, what's my device, Lisa?
What's my device, huh? - Glad you asked, Father.
Whoa, pepper shakers. [gasps]
Do they talk? Explode? Oh, I bet they're heat-seeking.
[laughs] Ah!
♪ ♪
- [imitating engine humming] - Uh, Lisa.
Don't worry. They're just electric.
I don't want him hurting anyone,
including himself. - [making zooming noises]
Dr. Dufu won't know what hit him.
Let's go save Gran-Gran!
[all cheering]
In you go.
No, no, no, this is all wrong.
I requested a suite with a king-size bed.
Keep joking, 28.
Dufu will get the last laugh. [chuckles]
Like he isn't already laughing at that caterpillar
under your nose.
- It's a timeless look, OK? - Don't listen to her.
I think it's cute. - Thanks, Rick.
You always know what to say.
Ugh.
Oh, Myrtle, you just can't escape this life, can you?
[seagulls cawing]
♪ ♪
Come on, guys.
I'm pretty sure these tire tracks
will lead us right to Gran-Gran.
[all groan]
♪ ♪
Wait. The tracks just end here.
Oh, well that's just great.
We came all this way, and now we're lost, Lincoln.
[sniffs]
Lip balm, mothballs, and a hint
of those hard caramels from the gas station.
That's Myrtle. She was here.
[sniffs]
Come on, girl, what do you smell?
- [barks] - She's got the scent.
[sniffing]
Huh. The scent goes cold here.
That's it.
That's where they have Gran-Gran.
In "David Steele" issue 10,
Malice captured David Steele's nephew
and held him hostage in a mountain lair.
We just need to find a way in.
Hey, maybe those guys can help us.
[gasps] Get down.
[yelps]
Howdy, Loudies! [melodic horn blaring]
[all gasp]
Rented a buggy from the resort.
[revs engine]
Did you hear something?
Fifi, please stop.
Hey, it's that nosy white haired kid from the boat.
Get him. - Quick, follow me.
This thing really moves.
Sorry, we're commandeering this.
Hold on to your butts.
[engine revs]
See you soon.
[suspenseful music]
Go, go, go.
[screams]
[chuckles]
♪ ♪
Did we lose them?
Coast is clear, Mom.
[together Whoa!
- [laughs] - [screams]
Cliff approaching.
Hang on, kids.
[all screaming]
♪ ♪
[all cheering]
More bad guys!
[all shouting aggressively]
Ugh, so dramatic.
I'll handle this.
[explosions]
♪ ♪
[tires screeching] - [screams]
♪ ♪
[together] Huh?
♪ ♪
[both growl]
- Ah! - Mom, look out!
♪ ♪
[tires screeching]
♪ ♪
[screams]
[tires screeching]
Hmm?
[together] Huh?
Where are we?
This must be the entrance to Dr. Dufu's secret lair.
Let's go take it to him.
Not so fast, Pop-Pop.
Villain 101, any evil lair is gonna be heavily guarded.
If we're gonna breach this place,
we got to do it spy style.
[knocking]
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [clears throat] - Huh?
[bright lullaby]
Uh, hello, baby.
Are you lost?
[breathes sharply]
Oh, thanks, but no thanks.
I'm trying to cut back on my sweets.
[crying]
No, wait, don't cry.
Look. See?
Oh, is that cinna--
Night-night.
Nice work, Lily.
Thank you.
Attention all security staff.
We have ten minutes until the big launch.
[all gasp]
Also today is Tony's birthday,
so don't forget to sign his card in the break room.
Guys, we got get Gran-Gran quick.
Come on.
Look. A directory.
Let's see.
Aha, there's a jail cell on the 10th floor.
That's where they'll be keeping Gran-Gran.
It's jailbreak time, baby.
Be careful.
These places are usually riddled with booby traps.
One wrong step and you-- - Uh, Lincoln.
[tense music]
Dang it.
[alarm blaring]
- Whoa! - Oh!
That was close.
[gasps] Hey, what gives?
- Are you guys OK? - We're fine.
We all know where to go.
Let's meet up at the jail cell.
♪ ♪
T-minus ten minutes until launch.
Think, Myrtle, think.
You can't let doofus fire that rocket.
[gasps]
Free napkins.
Never know when they'll save your life.
Ah, that's our way up.
But how do we get those guys out of here?
[all gasp]
♪ ♪
[whistling]
Hmm. We work in a nice place.
- I got this one. - Huh?
Sorry to butt in, Tony.
Hmm, anyone here wear a men's extra large?
I'm more of a snug medium.
Stop it. [yelps]
Hey, hey, fellas.
You henching hard or hardly henching?
Hey, it's Tony.
Happy birthday, man.
Oh, thanks. You too.
Hey, wait, my birthday is next Tuesday,
and the real Tony would know that.
Uh, I didn't want to have to do this,
but you left me no choice.
[shaker whirring]
[laughter]
- Ah, ah... - Yah...
[both sneeze]
Huzzah!
It's OK, kids. Daddy saved us all.
Hiyah! [laughs]
All right, just a straight shot to the top.
[bell dings]
Whoa, wait, why are we stopping?
I have an idea.
[together] Whoa!
[bell dings]
[light instrumental music]
Hey, Tony.
Someone's been really putting away the birthday cake.
[laughs] Yeah, well, you know me.
Tony can't help himself.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
How are we gonna cross without them seeing us?
We need to cut the lights.
On it.
- Huh? - What?
[all screaming]
Stay close. I have natural night vision.
Get your shoes out of my face.
Get your face out of my shoes.
Oxygen levels waning.
Need air.
[inhales]
Huh?
You know, too much birthday cake.
My very large, lumpy tummy.
[tense music]
Happy birthday, Tony.
[bell dings]
[together] Tony, the birthday boy.
Let's all sing happy birthday to Tony.
One, two, three.
♪ Happy birthday to... ♪
[all screaming]
Hey, I found a flashlight.
Nice. Turn that sucker on.
[all gasp]
Stay perfectly still.
Maybe they don't see us.
♪ ♪
Dang it. Run!
[lasers blasting]
Ow!
Shut the door!
[alarms blaring]
Hurry! We can make it!
[lasers blasting]
That's not good.
[all screaming]
[screams]
[lasers blasting]
- Ugh. - Oh.
[all groaning]
[gasps]
I got you, Lily!
[together] ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
We gotta lose these guys.
Everybody hold your breath.
Here comes the meatball sub.
[together] ♪ You smell like a monkey ♪
[cushion flatulating]
[people coughing]
Happy birthday, Tony.
Ah, gross.
There must be a clog.
Dibs not fixing it. - Dibs not fixing.
Ugh. Fine, I'll get the plunger.
Jeez, lady.
Ever heard of fiber?
On your feet.
We got to transfer you while we get this cleaned up.
Hey, I said--
[gasps] The pillow ploy.
I keep falling for that.
Got the plunger.
I brought the toilet brush too just in case.
[dramatic music]
Huh?
[grunts]
♪ ♪
OK, where's doofus's rocket?
[blows raspberry]
A tough guy, huh?
Maybe we should try cleaning that mouth of yours.
[screams] It's one floor up.
♪ ♪
[bell dings]
♪ ♪
Ah, slow down.
- [panting] - Ah!
♪ ♪
You guys made it! Yeah!
First ones here. We win!
Not a competition, Lynn, but I love the enthusiasm.
[groans]
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
I don't see my Myrtle anywhere.
Guys, something feels off.
My spy sense is going bananas.
[alarm blares]
[gasps]
[dramatic music]
Launch initiated.
I got to disarm this rocket.
[alarm blaring]
Access denied.
Master key required.
Master key required? [gasps]
Now coming to the ring,
fighting out of Topeka, Kansas.
He's 6'7", 320 pounds,
the prince of pummel,
he is-- - Ham Hand.
[laughs]
[growls]
Didn't like your room, old timer?
A little small for my tastes.
I like to spread my wings.
♪ ♪
Now let's dance.
[screams]
[both grunting]
♪ ♪
Huh?
Ha!
Hold still.
Ugh.
[gasps]
- [screams] - [gasps]
[screams]
- [grunts] - [grunts]
[gasps] - Aha!
Time for your nap, grandma.
[tense music]
Ham Hand, heads up.
Huh?
Looks like you've got a clog, Hammy.
[grunting]
Al? Kids!
[together] Gran-Gran.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
Don't you worry.
[grunts]
[growls] - [gasps]
Gran-Gran, look out behind you.
- Huh? - [laughs]
[all gasp] - [clapping]
[together] Huh?
[clapping]
There you are, doofus.
It's pronounced Dufu.
[together] Fifi?
Huh?
You don't remember me, Agent 28?
Because I remember you.
The day you ruined my life
will be etched in my mind forever.
Good news, Roofy Floofy,
there was a hair in the mashed potatoes,
so we got our sides for free. - [groans]
I love mashed potatoes.
[alarm blaring]
Rufus?
[dramatic music]
- No! - Rufus!
[explosion]
Well, that's a shame.
But at least he got a room with a view.
♪ ♪
[gasps] You're Schmoofy Doofy.
Very good, 28.
I stopped your husband from taking over the world,
and I'll stop you too. - [laughs]
I never planned to take over the world.
That was all just a ruse to get you here.
This is personal.
Roofy Floofy and I had our whole future ahead of us.
And you snatched that dream from me
by shooting him into space.
I didn't throw your husband into that rocket.
He tripped and fell. - Silence.
This is my monologue.
I've been waiting years to exact my revenge,
and when I saw your little wedding announcement
in the "Royal Woods Gazette," I was elated.
I've been studying you all for months now.
I know who's a genius.
I know who's creepy.
I even know who's prone to flatulence.
Is it me?
'Cause this one's a toss-up between Lori and I.
Stop it, Lynn.
But I needed a way to get close,
and I found it with you, Lincoln.
A wittle boy playing spy.
I knew if I could lure you into my spy game,
you wouldn't be able to resist.
Wait a sec.
You mean, the boat, the restaurant, the dune buggy?
It was all a setup. [laughs]
I can't believe I fell for it.
I can.
You're just an irresponsible child.
I mean, you couldn't even take care
of a couple wedding rings.
[gasps]
You've led your loved ones right into my trap.
[phone beeps]
Rocket armed.
You took away my family, Agent 28,
and now I'm gonna take away yours.
By launching them into space!
[alarm blaring]
[all screaming]
T-minus one minute until launch.
59, 58, 57...
Au revoir, Louds.
[laughs]
[grunts]
You're not going anywhere.
So just sit back and enjoy the show.
[gasps]
♪ ♪
Hey Hammy, your bald spot's showing.
What? But wait, I combed over it.
Hey. [growls]
Whoa! [all gasp]
[grunts]
♪ ♪
Now, where were we?
Time for your nap.
Huh?
Hold tight, kids.
If I can get doofus's phone, I can stop the rocket.
[tender music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
I guess you won't be needing these
since I'll be shooting your fiancé into space.
[laughs] - [gasps]
No! - [laughs]
Oh, that felt good. Boop.
Toodles. Enjoy the show.
[laughs]
[grunts]
Too slow, doofus.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
♪ ♪
30 seconds until launch.
[gasps] Ow.
[both grunting]
♪ ♪
Gotcha. [screams]
[grunts]
I need that phone, Fifi.
Never. I must have my revenge.
We don't have time for this.
Give me the phone, and I'll pull you up.
♪ ♪
Come on, you're gonna fall.
♪ ♪
- [laughs] - No!
Three, two, one.
[mountain rumbling]
♪ ♪
[alarm blaring]
♪ ♪
[crying]
OK, everybody, we need to conserve oxygen.
[inhales deeply]
Forget that. Suck it down.
[pants]
Oh, what's the point?
I'm never gonna see my Myrtle again.
[metal clangs]
[gasps] Myrtle!
[grunts]
Oh, thank you.
We're saved. You brought parachutes, right?
[soft dramatic music]
I'm sorry, Lynn, I've got nothing.
I don't know if there's a way back down.
♪ ♪
This is all my fault.
Lincoln.
No, Fifi was right.
I'm just a dumb kid playing spy.
I couldn't even keep track of your rings.
I ruined the wedding and our lives,
and now we're stuck up here forever because of me.
[sobbing quietly]
♪ ♪
[gasps]
Maybe not.
Once I was on a mission in Minsk
and had to escape through the toilet
on a Trans-Siberian rail car.
Yah!
Whoa. She just dead lifted the john.
[grunts]
We can use the septic tank as an escape pod.
We are still in the troposphere.
If we can seal off the tank, we just may survive impact.
[all cheering]
There is, however, one problem.
Someone is gonna have to close the tank from the outside.
You mean--
One of us isn't getting off this rocket.
I'll do it.
[together] What?
- I got us into this mess. - Absolutely not.
You're all family.
I'll stay behind.
Myrtle, you're part of this family too.
No.
I'm not, Al. I can't marry you.
[together] Huh?
I love you, Al. I love you all.
But it's like I told Lincoln.
The spy life has consequences.
I thought I could escape my past,
but it'll always be there,
putting anyone I care about at risk.
Uh, I don't want to come off as insensitive,
but we've got to get this show on the road.
♪ ♪
Go.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
Whoa. Oh!
♪ ♪
I can't do this.
I don't want to live a life without you.
Oh, my Al.
A gentleman till the end.
I'm so sorry.
[both gasps]
[dramatic music]
[together] Lincoln!
- Whoa! - Ah!
♪ ♪
Goodbye, everyone.
[together] No!
♪ ♪
[panting]
Ham Hand is invincible.
[all coughing]
Call the Air Force. Radio NASA.
Does anyone know an astronaut? - [sobbing]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[sobs]
Huh?
Rita, Lynn, kids. I have an idea.
We just need to get back to the rocket console.
Five layers of love.
Yummy, dum, dum.
[soft dramatic music]
We've established a connection with my laser,
but I only see one viable satellite
that can course correct the rocket.
It's moving fast, so we've only got one shot.
♪ ♪
Aha, right there.
It's the satellite. Deploying laser.
♪ ♪
Yah!
[screams]
[laughs] Behold the power of science.
[laser pulses]
Huh?
Impact successful.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Look, there he is!
♪ ♪
Lincoln!
♪ ♪
That's my best man.
I'm coming, little buddy.
♪ ♪
[grunting]
♪ ♪
Ha!
I should have brought more coffins.
Ow.
[gasps]
[all cheering]
How could that man ever think he's small potatoes?
He's the biggest potato I know.
[crying]
You-- you-- you--
Lori, think fast.
Thanks, Lana.
Pop-Pop, you saved me.
Aw, it was mostly Myrtle.
It was her plan to use my laser.
I couldn't have done it without David Steele
and all of you.
No one in this family goes at it alone, big brother.
[tender music]
♪ ♪
Come on, Gran-Gran.
Get in here.
Really? Even after all of this?
You heard Lisa.
This family always sticks together,
even if a super villain and her army of henchmen are after us.
♪ ♪
Maybe I can have a family.
Does that mean--
♪ ♪
Let's get married, Al.
- Yes! - Yay!
[all cheering]
Uh, knock, knock.
You wanted to see me? Ooh. Ah.
I'm not looking. I promise.
Lincoln, that wedding superstition
only applies to the groom.
I just want to say, you were brave
to step up for your family like that.
I'm so proud I get to be your Gran-Gran.
Oh, I almost forgot.
These are for you.
I'm sorry they're not the original rings.
They're made out of bamboo.
Oh, thank you.
These are beautiful.
Where'd you get them?
You'd be amazed what a David Steele watch
is worth on this island.
But Lincoln, it's a collectible.
I know, but someone once told me
that there's more to spy life than fancy gadgets,
and I think I'm starting to understand what they meant.
Come here.
Just don't go jumping into any rockets again without me.
And now I, Willie of Willie's Weddings
and Wakes, pronounce you, Al,
and you, Myrtle, married.
Psst, the rings.
I knew we could count on you.
[bright music]
♪ ♪
I love you, Myrtle dove.
Oh, Al.
[all cheering]
Come on, Gran-Gran!
[bright acoustic music]
It's bouquet time, baby.
Here, use this shrimp as a mouth guard.
It could get ugly out there.
♪ ♪
Use your body, Lori.
Out of the way. Yes!
[laughs] I got it.
X, you came.
Uh, who's X?
My boss.
Nice catch, blondie,
but if you ever tackle me again,
I'll make Bobby Boo Boo Bear disappear
and have it look like an accident.
♪ Hold you close in my heart ♪
♪ Even when we're far apart ♪
♪ Where I go you always follow ♪
♪ No need to worry about tomorrow ♪
♪ If I fall, you'll always catch me ♪
♪ We're one Loud house family ♪
♪ Where I go you always follow ♪
♪ No need to worry about tomorrow ♪
♪ If I fall, you'll always catch me ♪
♪ We're one Loud house family ♪
♪ ♪
[clears throat]
Me and Ceviche were out diving for buried treasure
when we found these two clowns.
Consider it a wedding gift.
Weddings always get me.
Knock it off with the waterworks,
you muscle head. You're leaking on me.
Oh, oh, oh!
Boy, they're going away for a long time.
Oh, by the way, thanks for this
fancy new watch. Got a lot of buttons.
Just take good care of it.
It's a collectible.
Collectible? Consider it sold.
Hey, everyone, let's get a photo with my new family.
All right.
Let's see those big smiles.
Mission accomplished, Lincoln.
Mission accomplished, Gran-Gran.
♪ Hold you close in my heart even when we're far apart ♪
♪ Where I go you always follow ♪
♪ No need to worry about tomorrow ♪
♪ If I fall, you'll always catch me ♪
♪ We're one Loud house family ♪
♪ Where I go you always follow ♪
♪ No need to worry about tomorrow ♪
♪ If I fall, you'll always catch me ♪
♪ We're one Loud house family ♪