Sergio quotes from The Casagrandes

[checks the time on his watch as it beeps] Ooh! [to Lalo as he stops dancing] Getting late. Better get home, or the jig is up on your secret life.

[shocked] Huh?! [quickly hurries off]

[not thrilled] Winner by default.

I'm naked!

Ronnie Anne

Oops! Sorry.

Hurry, hurry! "Adiós, Ana, Adiós" is on!

Whoo! Yes! Telenovela time!

[squawks] Mystery! Drama! Romance!

Don't forget style. Obsessed with Ana's outfits.

Bobby

I'm gonna have to watch it in the mercado. My shift's about to start.

It's okay, mi'jito. We'll shout out the window about the juicy parts.

Bobby

Yes!

[rushes in] Did I miss it? Whoa! [Slips on Lalo's drool and makes Ronnie Anne fall to the floor] Ooh, sorry, mija.

I'm glad you could tear yourself away from your gossip long enough to be here, viejito.

Who was gossiping? I was dealing with Maybelle. And you know what a difficult customer she is.

Are you sure you don't want to join us, mija? The novela is getting really good!

Ronnie Anne

[shakes her head] Mm.

Come on. Just give it a chance. It's a family tradition.

You can sit by me.

Ronnie Anne

Guys, I told you already. I'm not into telenovelas. Call me when the soccer match is on.

Shh! How can you say no to this? [TV shows Ana sitting on a stool sewing a hat with her grandparents] That's our hero, Ana Ronalda. She's an orphan raised by her grandparents.

Ronnie Anne

[schocked] That's it?! I need to know what happens next!

[squaking] Somebody's hooked.

I give up. At this point, it would take a miracle to…

Hi, Carlota!

[gasps] Leni!

[enters the mercado van] O-M-Gosh! I'm so sorry this is taking so long. I can't find that boutique you sent me to. GPS keeps directing me to a dumpster.

You have nothing to apologize for. There's no boutique. I sent you on a wild goose chase to get you out of the studio because I was jealous of your relationship with Mariella. [sighs sadly] I'm really sorry. I wouldn't blame you if you never spoke to me again.

O-M-Gosh.

Awkward.

I messed things up so badly that we can't even do the show now. But don't worry, I'll tell Mariella it's all my fault. She'll definitely fire me, but… [sighs] I deserve it.

You know, there's still 20 minutes till the show. I think we can save it.

Wait, you still wanna work with me?

Of course. What you did wasn't very nice, but you're my friend, and I forgive you. So what do we need?

For starters: food, beverages, music, clothes…

Not a problem.

And models.

Also not a problem. I've got an idea. Go, Team CarLeni!

Hey, isn't that your RV? [points down to Camperzilla as Rita and Lynn Sr. watch it being towed away]

[smirking] Well, I guess we're staying the night.

[squawks; comes down and sits on top of Lynn Sr's head] Hope you don't mind my snoring.

[in his birdcage; squawks] This is embarrassing! I don't need a babysitter! I'm a big bird!

A big bird who gets into big trouble. I'm sorry, but we can't take you to Carlos' lecture today and have you behave like you did at the last one.

And now, a rare Mesoamerican bowl that dates back to 1519. It's the only one of its kind left in the world.

A little privacy, please?!

[gasps in shock] Sergio, what are you doing?! Shoo! [Sergio flies out of the auditorium, causing the bowl to wobble and splash water and soap into his face] AH! Soap in my eye! [accidentally knocks over the bowl and gasps]

[laughing about the incident before Rosa glares at him] What? It was funny when Dad started crying. [Rosa continues glaring at him] Uh, I mean, shame on you, Sergio!

[opens the door; happily] Rosa, Carl, Sergio! Please, come in!

Gracias, and thank you for watching Sergio tonight.

It's our pleasure.

[sees Lola sitting on the sofa] Lola! My favorite Loud. Is that a new crown? It really brings out…

Cut to the chase, Casagrande.

[groans] My dad's lectures are dullsville, and I can't sit through another if Sergio isn't gonna be there to wreck it.

Hmm. Sounds like a you problem… [Carl offers her some cash] that, I might be able to help with.

[firmly] Okay, Sergio, you'd better be on your best behavior with the Louds. If you pull any of your usual stunts, I'm sending you to bird boot camp. [Sergio gulps and whimpers worriedly; later, back in the van, waves goodbye] Thanks again! We'll pick him up tomorrow morning. [drives off as Rita, holding Sergio in his cage, and Lynn Sr. wave farewell… only to come to a stop and come back, holding out Lola, disguised as Carl] Nice try, Lola. Carl would never call the van seats "tacky." He doesn't even know what that means.

Carl, it didn't work!

[comes out, disguised as Lola] Worth a shot. [as they walk up to each other, he demands her a refund]

Sorry. No refunds or exchanges.

Hey, Sergio. [lets him out of his cage] The other pets are waiting for you out by Charles' doghouse.

[squawks] Sergio has arrived! So, what's the plan? What are we doing for fun today? [the Loud pets take out some playing cards and play a game of Old Maid] Ugh, Old Maid? [squawks] You call that fun? Ugh, no, thank you.

[flies into the garage, and kicks out some pigeons who're playing a drumset] Shoo! Shoo, you annoying creatures!

[enters the garage; groggy] Sergio? What are you and all these pigeons doing in the garage?

[nervously] I… uh… I'm Dream Sergio. You're just dreaming of all these birds.

Oh, okay. That makes sense. [Sergio sends him back to bed] Good night, Dream Sergio.

That was amazing! I had you guys all wrong. You're totally cool, not mention, very clever. Mind if I hang till the fam gets back? [The pets look at each other and nod in agreement; Next morning, they're all playing a game of Old Maid in Charles' doghouse] Ooh, a match!

Oh, Sergio! The Louds tell me you were the perfect houseguest.

What can I say? It's easy when you're hanging with friends.

Well, I'm very proud of you. Now, come on. It's time to go.

Aw, five more minutes? I'm about to win at Old Maid!

[off-screen] Rita, why is the basement covered in pigeon poop?!

[panicking as Rosa glares grumpily at him, realizing what he's really been up to] Gotta go! [flies off as Rosa storms off after him, while the Loud pets laugh and the iris closes in on them]

$70 for a marshmallow blaster?!

Small price to pay. Add to cart.

[clears throat] You might be wondering why I’ve gathered you here today.

To smell a bunch of dirty laundry?

No. I want to bring you in on an exciting investment opportunity. Our very own spooky tour! All we have to do is make up some spooky junk, give the people some scares, and the money will come pouring in! [laughs, then focuses] So, what spooky thing should we feature on the tour?

[comes in the room, taps him on the shoulder, startling him; unhappy] Ay, Carl. This room is filthy. You were supposed to make your bed and pick up your dirty clothes. And give Lalo a flea bath.

And I'm totally gonna. Later.

You better listen, Carl, or El Cucuy will come after you. He always knows when children are misbehaving. He watches you with his glowing red eyes and he can hear you from miles away with his giant hairy ear.

Abuelo has a giant hairy ear and he can't hear his cell phone ring.

I'm serious, Carl. [goes after Hector] Hector, su teléfono!

Would you chill out?! [gets up] Don't bruise the threads, man. The more successful we look, the more money people will give us. Aren't I a genius businessman? [laughs, then sees the pets cowering] Guys, what's your problem?

[whimpering] Cucuy!

[turns around, seeing the figure behind him; not scared] Okay, I get what's going on here. Nice try, Ronnie Anne. Getting back at me for kicking you off the tour? Cool red flashlight eyes. Really working it with that heavy breathing.

Ronnie Anne

[walks up, tattered and exhausted; angry at Carl] My heavy breathing is because I had to walk ALL the way home from where you ditched me! If I wasn’t so tired, I’d kick your butt! [angrily storms inside]

[suddenly scared] But, if that’s not Ronnie Anne, then it must really be... [gasps as the cucuy snarls] EL CUCUY!

Bobby

[dismayed; groans] Beaten by a bird. Can it get more embarrassing?

[poops on Bobby’s head; squawks] Clean up at the register!

Bobby

[fuels up furiously as his face turns red] You know what, Sergio?! I've had it! I wish you would just fly away and never…come…back!

[squawks in horrified shock; offended] Fine! Peace out! [flies out and away of the mercado]

Bobby

[sweeps the bird poop off his head and looks at Sergio's photo] What are you looking at? [annoyingly flips the photo down]

Sergio!

Where have you been? We've been worried sick!

Been crashing with Sancho. [to Bobby] Had to teach Bobby a lesson.

Bobby

Well, it worked. I'm sorry about what I said.

Ugh, this is all my fault. I told Blaze to get rid of you guys, but I never wanted this to happen. [sighs] I'm sorry.

No, mija. It's our fault. We were kind of…

[squawks] Cuckoo for Alisa?

True, but that doesn't matter. You guys are way important to me than some celebrity interview.