Rita quotes from The Casagrandes

[clinks her glass] I'd like to make a toast. Bobby, Lori. I just want to say how much it means to have you here with us. [tears up] I don't know if I can't get through this.

[touched] Oh, Mom.

[clinks his glass] Uh, excuse me if I might. I'm sure it means a lot to you, Rita, but with all respect, it means more to us.

Well, Hector, that seems really unlikely because nothing means more to us, 'kay?

Oh, really?

Yeah.

Is that so?

Yeah, that's right.

Forget the toast. I can say it so much better with music! [starts playing his guitar] We love Bobby and Lori more than... [Lynn Sr. elbows Luna and she dashes off] ...Anyone in the world.

[brings in her axe and starts playing, cutting Hector off] FAMILY!

Oopsie.

[viscously] How DARE YOU! [violently attacks Carl]

Control your children! It is not safe to have Thanksgiving in this house!

Well, if you don’t like it, YOU'RE WELCOME TO LEAVE! Not you, Bobby, you can stay.

That's what you want, isn't it? To steal our precious Roberto away from us?! [hugs Bobby tightly]

[hugs Lori as well] Oh, oh, like you haven't been trying to steal Lori from us! Well guess what, BUCKO, it's not gonna happen!

[pleading while intervening] Guys, guys, please stop!

STAY OUT OF THIS!

Why would anybody want to spend Thanksgiving here, gnawing on your "dry-bird?"

[comforting her husband as he sobs] The turgooseon is delicious, the only problem is, you're lumpy gravy!

[enters the dining room] Did someone say gravy? [squirts gravy on Rita as she shrieks]

[bumps Gravybot aside] No. They don't deserve it.

[jumps towards her siblings] Look out below!

[gasps horrifyingly] My painting!

I'm sorry, Boo-Boo Bear, I know you were looking forward to having a real Thanksgiving this year.

Bobby

It's not all bad. [holds up some turkey jerky] I found this half-off turkey jerky.

Jumping jerky! Holy hot dogs! [gets up afterwards]

Bobby

Whoa, how did you guys find us?

Tracking devices. [both look at each other]

You left before trying my twice-baked tart.

[scoffs] They would prefer my flan.

Flan, shman. [chanting] Tart, tart, tart–!

Bobby

Stop! Don't you guys see? This is why we left. We couldn't stand the fighting and competing.

We don't want to choose sides. So maybe from now on, we should just spend Thanksgiving by ourselves.

Well, nobody wants that.

We certainly don't.

Lori, Bobby, I'm sorry we've been acting so childishly.

We're sorry, too. It's just hard to let go of your kids. [to the Casagrandes] You know what? You should get Lori and Bobby for Thanksgiving.

Well, goodness knows we haven't done anything to deserve that. They should spend it with you.

Hey, I got an idea. Why don't you just rotate every year, huh? Much like the juicy hot dogs I'm selling at a mere 40% mark-up. Holiday discount.

Bobby

Works for us.

I'm glad we figured out future years, but what about right now? I'm starving!

Bobby

Well, we've got hot dogs and sunflower seeds and 20 kinds of artisanal jerky. Maybe we could throw a dinner together here.

I'm game.

Me too.

We could make this place look festive. I think I have some leftover decorations in the car.

I'll help you.

Okay, kids, listen up. This is the last stop of our summer road trip and we have a packed day. [goes over her notepad] Lunch at Goddess Greens, Great Lakes City Tower, and a concert series in the park.

Sweet! When do we get to see the Casagrandes? I can't wait to tell Ronnie Anne all about our trip.

[answers her phone as it rings; excitedly] Hey, Boo-Boo Bear! Guess where I am?

[swipes Lori's phone out of her hand] Literally Mount Rushmore! [imitates signal breaking] Losing reception, babe! Call you later!

Mom, what was that?!

Um… We would love to visit the Casagrandes. But my last travel piece for the Gazette is due tonight, and we have to hit all these places. There's just no time to stop by.

Yeah, if we want to get everything on your Mom's list done, they can't know we're here. We'll visit 'em another time, okay, kiddos?

I guess so. Plus, I don't wanna miss that concert.

And I want a glamor shot from the top of the GLC Tower, looking down at all the little people.

[unsure] I don't know, you guys. I feel weird about this.

[taking notes with a tape recorder] Whatever you're into, Great Lakes City has it all. That is, if you have time to do it all.

[having trouble reading the menu; uncomfortable] Hon, I'm not sure I'm cool enough for this place. There's nothing on this menu but emojis. What am I supposed to order? The dinosaur or the winky face?

I'm sure everything is fabulous, hon. Jesse said this was the trendiest restaurant in the city.

[sharing a menu with Lincoln] Oh, it totes is. It's Carlota's fave spot. She comes here all the time.

[even more worried] What?! Why didn't you tell us?

Lynn, it's fine! It's nearly impossible to get a reservation. What are the odds that Carlota got one at the same time as us?

[entering the restaurant with Mia] Hola! I have a noun rez uner Casagrande. [blows kisses to everyone as the Loud family gasp in horror and quickly hide their faces]

[whispering] We have to get out of here!

[whispering] I didn't even try the food. I'll have nothing to write about!

[whispering quickly] If Carlota sees us, you'll be writing about the end of your friendship with the Casagrandes!

[throws up horns to them] You rock! I mean, you jazz. Y-You get what I'm saying!

Well, we did it. We saw everything we needed to see for my article.

Ah, that's a relief. For a second there, I didn't think we'd be able to avoid the Casagrandes.

[sees Hector and Bobby playing their duet on stage; gasps in shock] Is that… Hector and Bobby?!

[whispering] Let's move, people!

We're doomed.

[entering the rooftop, and finds the Loud family] Louds? What are you all doing here?

[nervously] Rosa! H-H-Hey! We were, uhhh... just, you know, uh, trying out Lisa's new teleportation device. [chuckles] It works! [to Lisa] Nice job, sweetie.

[facepalms] Oh, jeez.

O-M-Gosh, really? I thought we were hiding from the Casagrandes.

[winces] Uh…

[also winces] Oh.

What? [hurt] Hiding from us? I don't understand.

We have to fix this.

But what about your article?

Some things are more important, Lincoln. [Later that evening, inside Apartment 2A, explains the Casagrandes about why they did what they had to do, when they hurt their feelings] So the whole point of not telling you was to spare your feelings, but clearly by sneaking around, we've hurt you even more.

Yes, you have. You could have been honest with us, we would have understood.

[tearing up] We messed up.

We're really sorry.

Can you guys ever forgive us?

Claro que sí.

Obviously.

Of course!

Mmm… I'll think about it. I need time to heal. [Rosa glares at him] I'm healed.

Rita, go finish your article, I don't want you to miss your deadline. But after that, maybe you can all stay for dinner.

We'd love to. [she and Rosa hug and rushes off to get her laptop from Camperzilla; later typing her deadline on the roof, voice-over] "As our summer adventure comes to an end in Great Lakes City, I'm reminded that it's not always what you do that makes a trip, it's the people you spend time with."

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.

Ronnie Anne

Abuela, we can't just pack up and leave. Where would we even go?

I'm sorry, mija, but we must leave ASAP.

Bobby, I'm already home for the weekend. You guys should stay with my family. Then I could literally see your Boo-Boo Bear face in person. [kisses the camera]

Bobby

You hear that, Abuela? Can we stay with the Louds? Please, please, please, please, please?

Really, Lori? Are you sure that's okay with your family?

Oh, they'll be totally cool with it.

We are totally not cool with it.

Come on, guys. They need our help.

Kiddo, we'd never turn our backs on the Casagrandes, but–

There's so many of us and so many of them, and so many of us! Maybe it would be best if we called them and– [Doorbell rings]

[rushes to the front door; excitedly] They're here, they're here, they're here!

Of course they are.

Ronnie Anne

[holding a tray of tamales as Lincoln opens the door] Hey, Lincoln!

Hola, familia Loud!