All language subtitles for The Really Loud House s02e20 The Gobble Squabble Debacle

It's picture time!

What's that over here?

Chill with Liam.

Thanksgiving? More like jerksgiving.

You're probably wondering why Clyde and
I are dressed like pilgrims.

Well, every Thanksgiving, Liam manages
to get a charming story on the local

news. And this year, after a lot of
begging, he finally let us be part of

Not newsworthy. Then, out of nowhere,
Liam replaced us.

Now that's newsworthy.

He said we just didn't have the it
factor.

Stupid Liam.

I didn't want to back up some dancing
donkey anyway.

I did.

Me and that donkey had mad chemistry.

We don't need Liam to get on the news.
The local news. We can get our own

And not just any story. The lead story.

We're going to figure this out, Clyde.

And we're not going to rest until we do.

Right. But let's grab something to eat
first.

Sure.

Why am I so hungry?

We're dancing with a donkey.

Are you gentlemen familiar with the term
turkey slaughtering?

No. Sounds delicious.

What's going on?

Read the sign, bozos.

Oh! No, no, no, no, sweetie.

Lily, we're not going to do that quite
yet, okay?

But I'm...

Yeah, I know. Hey, why don't you go find
a pot we can boil the potatoes in? Good

job, kiddo.

How did we say yesterday?

I brought the spoon.

Oh, good job, pumpkin.

Next year, can I be the only helper?

Of course you can.

Just us.

That's right.

She got us with the old long -range
request.

We say yes because it's so far in the
future, but we still get to be heroes in

the moment. Well, the future is now, and
you, me, and a toddler have to make

three turkeys, 31 sides, and nine pies.

Found it!

What?

But I'm your helper. I know, and you are
helping by making these wonderful

decorations. It's a very, very important
job, and you can take all the time you

want.

Sure. Hey, who put this chair here?
Somebody trying to lock her in? She's

baby. What do you need? If I could just
say one thing... I'm going to stop you

there. I need to go help your mom, so
I'm sure whatever issue you're working

is just going to be fantastic.

There you go.

Change the world, sweetheart.

Can I use these scissors?

Sure!

Can I talk to you about a very important
cause?

Sorry, we're on a tight deadline.

I give you the Expand -O -Pant, the
first ever self -expanding garment

fit your feasting figure.

We're making pants that get bigger as
you stuff your face on Thanksgiving.

already missed our Thanksgiving launch.
We're rushing for Black Friday.

And if all goes well, all of the
maternity market.

These pants will last a long time, but
not for all of maternity.

Just stick to the sewing.

You see, Lana, when we consume food,
blood rushes to the stomach, raising the

temperatures. The Expando Pants senses
this and expands along with the stomach.

Cool. Could you make us a gravy -powered
rocket that would launch us into the

mayor's mansion so we can be the top
story on the news tonight?

The local news.

We're on a tight deadline and Lenny and
I are just hitting our stride.

I sewed myself into the pants again.

Great. Let's take five.

You want me to write a Hamilton -style
Thanksgiving musical that you can

on the news? The local news.

This time, those donkeys will be our
backup dancers.

We wrote the first line.

I'm going to Plymouth Rock all night and
harvest every day.

Yeah, no.

Every year on Thanksgiving, Mom's like a
drill sergeant. She works us like dogs.

This year, we finally have a loophole.

So, we chillin'. In Mom's defense, she
does have to cook for 14 people.

I'd help if I didn't have to get on the
news.

The local news.

Fine. But you will not be getting a
shout -out tonight on the news.

The local news.

I need you guys to help me really quick,
okay?

You, roll out this dough.

You, turkey shapes.

You, whip that frosting until it's light
and fluffy. And I mean light and

fluffy. Use your wrist.

Can you do that for me?

Oh, you mean, can we betray our baby
sister?

We know about the long -range request.

And we support it. We are not helping in
the kitchen this Thanksgiving.

You're doing that for Lily.

That's right.

We believe the best part about having
sisters is...

I'm coming up for them when it's
convenient for us.

Well, that's annoying.

Oh, that's okay. We can lick the
frosting both need for you.

Love ya.

Yeah.

Do you remember me?

Yeah, you're Patrick from the mall.

Right. Oh, I'm Lenny from the mall.
Right. We both couldn't find our

You remember when I asked you to dinner?

Have you had dinner?

Lots of time.

I love it. Would you like to have dinner
with me sometime?

Sure. Uh -huh.

Well, I'm here to take you.

Oh, but it's Thanksgiving.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know you were religious.

How's, um, December 25th?

Why don't you just have Thanksgiving
dinner with us tonight?

Oh, that'd be awesome.

I never had Thanksgiving dinner.

My mom and dad got divorced Thanksgiving
morning.

I was only four, so I don't remember
much. Just a lot of yelling.

So I never celebrated the holidays.

That is so sad.

Yeah. Well, my parents are still
together, so we still celebrate.

Come on in.

Whoa, stairs.

Plays it fancy.

Hey,

you dropped something.

Where have you been?

I was getting Lily out of your hair. I
put her in charge of decorations. Taught

her how to use scissors.

But I am here now, and I am laser
focused.

The football draft.

I'm going to be first pick this year.

I'm going to clean that up later.

All right, people.

It's time for the big game.

What you going to lose?

Whatever. You toast.

With the first pick in the annual Turkey
Bowl draft.

I select Little Miss Giblet.

I'm Little Miss Giblet. Oh, my gosh. I
thought you were the runner -up. The

winner dropped out. She was rehearsing
the ribbon -cutting, and the mayor cut

her finger off with the giant scissors.

This is the perfect place to get on the
news.

The local news.

This is also the perfect place to unveil
the expando pants.

The Thanksgiving release is back on. I
can't believe I'm Little Miss Giblet.

It's the highest pageant honor in the
state.

Last year's winner was invited to the
Thanksgiving parade in New York City.

I'm gonna go get ready.

And that's why I'm not allowed to chew
gum anymore.

Sorry. What did you do that for?

Had to cool you down because you're so
hot.

Lieutenant Boat Chopper. Nice to meet
me.

Hold my whistle.

Bo Chopper. Lieutenant.

I'm getting my revenge on Lieutenant Bo
Chopper. It's okay. I'm Lenny's

boyfriend. Not yet.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. She doesn't know yet.

Um, before we can be boyfriend and
girlfriend, Lori has to decide if you're

enough for me. I just have to assess you
in a dozen different categories, plus a

lie detector test, and then a short
written exam.

That sounds like a lot.

You don't have time for all this.

What about the football game?

Some things are more important than
football.

I've been waiting a year for this game.

Somebody's getting hit today.

I think it's me.

Time to make more pie.

You sure love pie.

No, first, Mommy has to make 23 sides,
and Daddy has to make 10 gallons of

gravy. You know what? I've got to take a
rain check on the gravy.

I'm taking Lola to her pageant.

What? Didn't you hear?

She won Little Miss Giblets, and I am
the number one pageant dad.

Don't worry, I'll be back in no time.

Oh, uh...

I signed Lana's petition, so we won't be
having turkey this year. See ya!

Now it's just you and me.

Yep.

I can't believe I'm going to be Little
Miss Giblets! This is a dream come true!

I don't want you to do it.

What?

Little Miss Giblets is the face of
Jibco, the largest distributor of turkey

turkey product in the Midwest.

They're turkey killers, Lola.

Yeah, but I'm not a turkey killer. I'm a
turkey pardoner. My first official duty

as Little Miss Giblets is to pardon a
turkey.

Wake up, Lola.

They use your adorable face to distract
people from what they really do.

You're the face of evil, Lola, and my
face is the same as your face, which

I'm the face of evil, and nobody's going
to use my face to be the face of evil,

even if it's your face.

But I've been dreaming about this day my
whole life.

Ever since the day we were born, we've
always had each other's backs.

And if you do this, it's like you're
stabbing me in mine.

Hey, when you're being interviewed by
the news, what's the perfect time for

Clyde and I to run behind you? I didn't
do this.

You know, we'll talk back later.

Come on, guys, you can work this out.
You just have to communicate.

If she cared about me as a sister, she
wouldn't go and hobnob with those turkey

murders. So we're not going. If she
cared about me, she would know how long

dreamed of being Crown Little Miss
Giblet.

So we are going. No one is leaving this
room until we figure this out.

So we're not going.

I've already worked it out. I'm going to
that ceremony. You can go if you want,

but I will not be there to support you.

Fine by me.

We're going.

We want you to know this was purely a
business decision.

Seriously? It's our only chance to get
on the news. The local news.

Rest assured, none of us are happy to be
doing this.

Very sad.

I'm gonna be rich!

We're going on the news!

The local news.

Should I be doing something?

You tell me.

Five minutes ago, your girlfriend said,
I'm thirsty.

And you said, I'm Patrick.

I should probably get her a glass of
water.

That's a closet.

Is he doing good?

I got the yes look.

Oh, honey, can you hand me the turkey
baster?

You might know it as the squirt gun.

Thank you.

You are such a great little helper.

Come give mommy a kiss.

Wait a minute.

Is this one of Lori's pets?

Who are you?

I'm Patrick. Lenny invited me for
Thanksgiving.

My parents got divorced when I was
fourth, and we never celebrated any

Oh, that's so sad.

I need ten gallons of gravy.

Go! Go, go, go!

Other way! Other way!

Where is Lola?

Maybe we should go without her.

We shouldn't go without her.

Right?

Yes. I don't think we should go to the
Little Miss Giblets pageant without

Little Miss Giblets. Now, where is she?

And where is Lana?

Lola, where have you been?

And... wait.

Why aren't you wearing your gown?

I'm not going.

I can't do it to Lana.

She's my best friend, and if something's
important to her, then it's important

to me.

Oh, you're the best sister?

I'm going to the pageant for Lola.

She's my best friend, and if something's
important to her, it's important to me.

Oh, you're both the best sisters?

I'm not going. I want you to go.

You want me to go? You don't want to go?

Aww.

I love you.

The National Chiplet Distribution
Company would like to give a warm

everyone who's come out for this iconic
annual event.

I really appreciate everyone wearing the
Expando pants.

You can't buy this type of publicity.

There's the news team. Oh, the local
news team.

That's Chip Winters.

He's the lead anchor.

Beat your heart out, William.

And remember, if it doesn't say Jipco,
it's not a premium giblet.

Okay, and now for the main event.

Lola?

I,

Little Miss Giblet, pardon you, Mr.

Garblesworth, and wish you a lifetime of
freedom and happiness.

Okay, boys, take him to the
slaughterhouse.

The slaughterhouse? house, but I just
pardoned him. That was just for show,

sweetheart. What'd you think we were
going to do? Get him his own apartment?

He's a bird. A big, delicious bird.

Wait. I'm getting some major twin
tuition right now.

It's a fake pardon.

They're going to kill Mr.

Gobblesworth. What are you talking
about? Dad,

go to the car. Everyone else, follow my
lead.

Please, Mr. White Collar, won't you
reconsider?

No.

I'm going to deep fry that big boy, eat
him, and fall asleep on the couch.

Deep fry this.

Right in the giblet.

I'm tearing the medley out of your
mouth. Move out of the way. You'll never

away with this.

The turkey's on the lamb.

Roll it. Quick touch, Chippy. Not now,
Elizabeth.

Chip! We're your biggest fan. We have
the inside scoop. Do you want an

for your lead story? Nobody wants to see
you guys. But... But nothing!

This is Chip Winters saying, get lost!

Chip!

believe we didn't make it on the news.

We didn't make it on the news yet.

Clyde, I've got a plan.

They're here.

Lily.

There are so many people.

mobs peen out there.

Listen up, all you louts.

You can't hide from us.

All right. That should do it.

All things considered, not our worst
Thanksgiving.

At least these spandau pants are good
for something.

I threw myself into the curtain.

Jake!

You, me, backyard, right now, game on.
Again, more important than football.

90 seconds, I'm going to lose it. That
sounds like a you problem.

You're not going to pass that test.

We're never going to be together.

Oh, yes, we are.

Can I say something?

Please do.

I love this girl.

And I want to be with her.

And I know I have to pass a bunch of
tests to do it. Lori, I know I've failed

all of your tests, but there's one test
I didn't fail.

I didn't kiss your mom.

Lynn? Thank you!

Man, that felt good.

Lily, I need more flour.

Oopsy.

Surrender, Mr.

Gobblesworth. You have no chance.

Don't worry, buddy.

We got you.

We have the entire house surrounded.

Even the backyard?

Do we have anyone in the backyard?

No.

Yes!

This is Chuck Winters from the local
news.

I'm willing to offer an exclusive
interview to little Miss Giblets to tell

story. This is definitely lead story
material, is it not?

Now, Irene.

If we send him out, will you let him go?

No! We're gonna eat him!

No chance, Giblet boy!

She's dead in the water. She's not
giving up. Where does she get that from?

We are not giving up, Lily.

We can do this.

I just have one question to ask you. Are
you Mommy's number one helper or not?

This is your last warning.

Give up Mr.

Gobblesworth or we're coming after
Little Miss Gimlet.

What are we going to do?

I'm going to give myself up. You do not
have to do this.

I don't have to. I want to.

Like you said, we always have each
other's backs.

Look, I know you guys are standing up
for what you believe in, but this is no

joke. Turkey napping is a very serious
offense, young lady, and you will be

prosecuted to the full extent of the
law.

Jeff, I'm going to the big house.

There's no other way out of this.

There is one way.

They want you in the turkey?

They're going to have to catch you in
the turkey.

We're going to run out that door.

And when they chase us?

Release the real Mr. Gobblesworth to
freedom.

But they're going to catch you. Who
knows what they'll do to you guys?

Don't worry about us.

Just let the world know we did this for
my sisters.

I thought we were doing it to get on the
news. Not now.

Open that door.

And if we're not back by 5 p .m., record
the news.

The local news.

Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!

That was a Thanksgiving no one would
ever forget.

After quite a struggle, the police
finally found their man.

This guy. Easy on the sport coat, boys.
It's house two.

Turns out Chip Winters wasn't a
newscaster at all. He was an undercover

for the FBI.

And he'd been after Jibco for tax
evasion for the past ten years.

Looks like you'll be the one getting
deep fried.

You would have been delicious.

Okay, Mr. Gobblesworth.

If anyone invites you in for
Thanksgiving dinner, don't go. It's a

Gobblesworth got set free, but
unfortunately they tracked him down.

Hollywood, that is. They turned his tale
into a hit movie with a storybook

ending.

Speaking of storybook endings, Mom and
Lily pulled off the greatest turkey

Thanksgiving of all time.

And Lenny and Patrick officially became
boyfriend and girlfriend.

Thanks for doing my hair, babe.

Thanks for doing mine. It's playful and
stylish.

Lori realized that even though Patrick
wasn't perfect, he and Lenny were

for each other.

And that's all that matters.

As for Clyde and I, we did end up
getting on the local news.

Just not for the reasons we thought.

Lincoln, you're on!

I'd like to make a toast to the best
family in the world.

Can't wait for next Thanksgiving.

Next year, can I be the only helper?

Yes, just you and Dad.

Thanksgiving.

Now pass that pumpkin pie.

Thanksgiving rock. These festivities are
spectacular.

I am not doing this.