<i> You've seen the loudest Loud,</i> <i> quietest Loud and
even the messiest Loud.</i> <i> Now it's time to put our money
where our mouth is.</i> <i> Or should we say stomach?</i> Everyone take a comment card
and rate the dishes based on presentation,
texture, flavor... Ah, ah! Slow down!
I need detailed feedback. [burping]
Ugh, I just ate my comment card. <i> Today, we're finding out
who the hungriest Loud is.</i> <i> Up first, we have
the man with the plan</i> <i> versus the lady of laughs.</i> <i> It's Lincoln versus Luan.</i> Mornin, fam. Kitchen's open for breakfast.
Put in your orders. I want a hard boiled egg,
please. - I want French toast!
- And I'll have a break-- Breakfast burrito
with extra cheese. Hold the taters. Same as always. Same as always?
[burping] You eating that
or just looking at it? Because I could
use more protein. Hey, honey. Dad!
[laughing nervously] What are you doing here? I brought lunch! But I already have lunch. Oh, you can't be eating
basic PB and J's. If you're going to take
over the restaurant, you need to work on
refining your palate. OK, I got Limburger cheese, [groaning] A main course of
beef bourguignon. And don't worry,
I brought dessert. It's an oldie but a goodie. It's baked Alaska! Well, almost.
[laughing] [screaming] [screaming] <i> Take a bow, Luan.
You did your best.</i> <i> Lincoln moves on this time.</i> <i> Next up, we have
the reigning champions</i> <i> of the last three competitions:</i> <i> Luna, Lana and Lucy.</i> [cheering] Oh, real food,
how I've missed you. Whoa, whoa! Easy, guys. I don't want anyone
to lose a finger. Oh, sorry, dude. No worries. What are you writing? It's supposed to be a song,
but I'm wicked blocked. Maybe I can help. I've dabbled in music myself.
Have a seat. You gonna finish that, bra? It's all yours.
So, what's going on? I really gotta kill it
with this song. But everything I write
is garbage. I actually tried
to rhyme with 'yolo'. - Oh...
- I know, right? You mind? [groaning] Don't forget to stay hydrated. [groaning] It's onion infused water,
for better bladder function. Ugh! Well, it tastes like BO. I'll say! [gurgling] Ah... You kids must be famished.
It's grub time. Pizza and fries! Burgers! Blood oranges. No, I mean actual grubs. Ew! They're rich in protein
and low in carbohydrates. So eat up. You'll need
your energy for tomorrow. That's right.
We've got a six a.m. lake swim, followed by hot yoga, followed
by two hundred squat thrusts. Hey, these are great
with a little of this BO water. <i> Looks like Lana is hungry
for another win,</i> <i> but the competition is
far from over,</i> <i> because up next
we have Lisa, Lynn and Leni</i> <i> sitting down to the table.</i> [laughing] Check out this major air! Yee-haw! Charles.
I see your grandfather. He's a Labradoodle. Oh, mama. [slurping] This molten theobroma cacao,
street named 'chocolate' is working wonders
on my serotonin levels. [slurping] Goo-goo. [laughing] Sup, LJ?
Your usual pregame special? You know it. Two double belter's,
extra pickles, extra onion, triple hot sauce. Thanks for turning me
on to this burg. I think it's really
taking my game up a notch. I know, right?
[burping] It's all about converting
fire to fuel. Whoever eats the most hot wings
gets a Gus point. you and me, Leni. Go. [groaning] Ah, I'm sorry.
I just can't. Ah! Hot sauce in my eyes! <i> As expected, Lynn owns her
opponents and is ready for mor.</i> Burger high five. [laughing] <i> That only leaves Lori, Lola
and Lily left to be served,</i> I brought my appetite today. Dazzle me. You got it, honey. Tonight's dinner
is leftover leftover hash. Boy, oh boy,
that squid and sauerkraut sure has gotten pungent. No, no. Don't worry. I got this. [sighing] Wow, the squid mixed
with the liver and the lima beans. Separately, I was not a fan. Yes, you made that clear. I don't even want to know. I do!
Tell me what happened, Lisa. Never mind, Lori.
You had to be there. But I am there,
just not in person. The whole point of
these video chat dinners is so that I don't miss any-- What, Lori? What? Lori, what? One ice cream sundae coming up. Don't forget the gummy bears! Whipped topping
in the hiz-ouse! And some yummy cookie crumbles! [grumbling] Thanks, Flip, but you're not
supposed to be talking after your wisdom teeth surgery. You guys, she's about to try it. [gasping] [laughing manically] <i> And in a shocking upset,
Lily moves on to the semifinal.</i> [giggling] Hm, if I didn't know better, I'd swear Lily orchestrated
this whole thing. <i> Next up,
we have Lincoln and Lana,</i> <i> and something tells me
this could get messy.</i> Dad, these green beans
taste weird. Well, that's because
I washed them, sweetie. OK. Interesting choice. A dash of dirty, anyone? Sheesh, it baffles me
that we share the same genetic material. Yep, just eating some
raw fish for breakfast. Pretty wild, huh? Meh. Not in Japan. How about covered in syrup? [groaning] Sorry, Lincoln.
Looks like you didn't have the guts to stick it out. Lana moves on as we have
our last semifinal round. The always hungry
for more Lynn, and the rookie contestant, Lily. One Fire In the Belly Burger, and one cookie dough shake,
extra chunky. Just the way I like it. [chatting] Is that cookie dough? Sweet. Dude, that's mine! Aren't you going to split it? That's what couples do. Oh, of course.
[laughing] I was just playing. But if any cookie chunks
get stuck in that straw, I call dibs. Mom says first thing
we've got to feed her. Here. You put her
in the high chair, and I'll get her food. Open up the hanger, Lily. Here comes the airplane-- OK, a little turbulence. Here, let me try. Looks like
she doesn't want to eat. She's just a baby, Clyde.
We can make her eat. I mean, how hard could it be? [giggling] <i> Once again, Lynn is claiming
the W and moving on.</i> <i> That's okay, Lily.
Go get your nap.</i> <i> You earned it.</i> Yea-- [snoring] Yeah!
[whispering] <i> At last, we have our final
two contenders,</i> <i> Lana the human trash disposal
and Lynn-you-gonna-finish-that?</i> <i> Competitors,
start your stomachs.</i> [screaming] Still not hot enough. Thank you. Slow down, honey.
I'm trying to keep up here. Look, I'm stealing your food. [groaning] Charles! Hm. What is this?
Chipped beef? I suggest you not get
too attached to that burrito. - Huh?
- Yoink! - What? Hey!
- Ha-ha! Snooze ya lose, Stinkin! Like clockwork. Here you go. [giggling] Mm! [screaming] [burping] Glad you enjoyed-- Hey! Who ate one of
the wheels off my cart? [burping]
My bad. [screaming] I can't! I can't eat it! <i> This was a close one, but Lynns
drive to be the best athlete</i> <i> was just enough to crown her
the hungriest Loud.</i> <i> Sorry, Lana.</i> <i> At least she's being
a good sport about it, right?</i> Yeah! I rule! Lynner-Lynner, chicken dinner! [singing] <i> For the best food fights,
be sure to catch more</i> <i> of the Loud House,
only on Nick.</i> Uh!
[screaming] Winner!
