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[drumroll]

[cheerful electronic music]

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[laughs]

[whimpering]

Uh! Wah!

♪ ♪

[exclaims] [frog ribbits]

[frog croaks]

[laughing]

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

♪ ♪

[car horn honks]

[toy meows]

Ta-da!

- Ah! - Ugh.

[chuckles] [whistles]

Whoa! Ah!

- [chuckles] - Aww.

♪ ♪

[collar rattling]

[Spike sniffing] - Come on, guys.

We're playing keep away from Spikey.

[laughter]

Hooray! Go, Spike!

[laughter] - Oh, Spikey!

[doorbell rings] - Coming!

Deed, I've lost another "Final Eclipse" sock.

Hey, guys. Foster!

Come here, buddy. Who wants puppy kisses?

Huh? - Aw, Stu.

We're not doing that anymore.

Foster is now a graduate of OUT--

Obedience Under Training.

It's an exclusive canine academy.

Bravo!

Mastering the sit-stay

is the cornerstone of all good behavior.

I've always-- - Sit-stay.

[laughter] Watch this.

[Spike growling]

He did not just retrieve the Doorstop controller!

[video game chimes]

[Spike barking]

[laughter]

And the academy taught them all these hand commands--

I'm talking about Randy--

and how to behave-- talking about Foster.

You should send Spike.

Oh, I think Spike has outgrown all his bad habits.

But still, I've always felt

that he has so many more layers than he's able to share,

like a shy onion.

[Spike barks] - [gasps]

Oh, Spike.

Spike will go away for a week and come home a whole new dog.

[Spike growls] - Ugh, the chips too?

Here, they gave us a referral coupon.

His nose holes aren't even moving!

[sniffs, munches loudly]

Can't let a treat go to waste.

Foster's a really good doggy now.

Ever since he got back from obeadiness school,

he doesn't beg for food or pee on the rug.

Oh, I'm just glad Spikey doesn't need school

because he already knows how to be a good doggy.

Right, Spikey?

Good news, kids!

Spike is going to doggy school!

[Spike whimpers]

Well, must be that time already.

Happy birthday, Lillian!

Right back at ya, Phillip!

Don't you babies know the difference

between a birthday party and a dog party?

All this stuff is for Spike.

He's coming home today.

[cheers]

Babies, I feel it's my beauty to warn you:

Spike's not gonna be the same smelly dog

you remember from a'fore he went to doggy school.

Aw, that's okay, Angelica.

We don't mind if Spikey has a bath.

I do, a little.

No, I mean he's not gonna want to play with you anymore.

Foster does act different now,

but he still plays with me.

That's 'cause he's just a puppy.

Spike's a growed-up dog.

He's got 'sponsibilities now.

But he's already 'sponsible for chasing squirrels.

Does he really have time for anything else?

Finster, who around here goes to preschool?

The truth is, you learn new stuffs in school,

whether you want to or not,

and you forget old stuffs.

Spike will never forget. [door opens]

Deed, Pop, our boy is home!

[giggles]

Oh!

Ooh!

[Spike barks]

And here's his official new name:

Sir Spikington!

You teach the dog a few tricks,

and suddenly, he has to dress like a circus clown?

They're not tricks, Pop. They're commands.

Perhaps you'd be interested in this hand signal

for finding and retrieving eyeglasses

or this one for sniffing out lost slippers.

Spike can open the fridge and get the pepperjack?

Okay.

What else can this fancy pooch do?

I hope you went with royal icing on his welcome home cake.

You know it's made of dog food, right?

Uh, why is Spike acting weird and not licking our faces?

He still has doggy breath.

[sniffs] Wait, no, that's Phillip.

'Cause no one asked him to play yet.

Here, Spikey! Catch! [grunts]

[all gasp] both: What?

I tried to warn you, Tommy.

I used to be young and carefree too,

before preschool.

But then, I had to learn how to dress myself

and put my toys away.

Now, sometimes,

I even pour my own cereal!

But I don't wanna pour my own cereal.

Hey, what can we do to stop this

from happening to us, Angelica?

If you care about your friend,

maybe, just maybe, you can lead them far away from here.

Crawl if you have to, but don't look back!

Find the place where you can live free and wild

and never, ever have to go to school,

like me and poor Spike.

I think I know just the place.

[birds squawking]

Welcome to our new home, Babies Forever Island!

A place where we can be wild and free

and never have to learn anything!

[cheers]

- Yeah! - Let's go!

Cynthia, today you are a witness to history.

A once lowly animal is now a guest at our tea party.

I present...

Sir Spike of Dogtown!

[babies talking indistinctly]

Pay no attention to those babies, Sir Spike.

They aren't schooled like us.

Now, do you like cookies or cakes?

[gasps] Both? Me too!

Greetings, free babies!

Hey, Tommy! Like our swing?

Is it a wet diapie talking,

or do things feel different on this island?

Lil and I have completely stopped arguing.

- No, we haven't! - Yes, we have!

See what I mean? I never wanna leave!

And we never will!

[humming]

Tommy, check out Carmichael Tower!

Have you ever seen so many seashells in your lifes?

Oh, no! What a mess!

Don't worry, Susie.

Who's gonna make you clean it up?

You're right.

I can make a little mess,

and nobody will try to stop me!

That's a Babies Forever Island baby talking!

[giggles]

[gasps] So many magenta!

There's one, five,

eleventy, uh...

Oh, hi, Tommy. Um, what comes after eleventy?

No more counting!

We're living in nature now!

Try to be like those birdies. Find your wild side.

Caw caw! [bird squawking]

[twig snaps]

Tea?

[gulps]

Time to go home. I just saw a big, scary bird.

And it was wiping a log's face with a napkin.

Uh, Chuckie, have you been in the sun too long?

You prolly just need a snack.

Phil? - Oh, I packed light.

Just a gummy worm.

Oh, no, that's Todd.

[chuckles] Time to set you free, buddy.

I'm kinda hungry myself.

Isn't it getting close to snack time?

We choose our own snack time

on Babies Forever Island, Susie.

And we can have as many as we want!

[sprinklers splashing] [gasps]

[thunder rumbling] - Tommy, I'm getting all wet.

Quick! Under there!

[thunder rumbling]

[sighs] Ah, isn't this nice?

We don't need the regular house

with dust and rules and pointy furniture.

[thud] - Watch it, Phillip.

You pushed my elbow into the rain.

Excuse me, Lillian.

You're taking up two whole leafs.

Guys, don't fight.

- We're not fighting! - We're not fighting!

The rain's stopping.

Let's go shopping for something to eat!

[distant growling]

That's the sound of a wild piggy!

I saw one on Grandpa's nature show.

If we stay real quiet, we can get close to him.

And then what are we gonna do?

Oh, I thought we'd follow it to the cave

and see if it had any extra snacks.

[all sigh] - Whew.

There's something to eat!

What do you nosy babies think you're doing?

[bird squawking]

[screaming]

There!

Alls we have to do is climb up that tree

and get that coconut!

I can't look!

[grunting]

Don't do it, Tommy!

We can eat our wormy!

Or find that pig!

[grunting]

[screaming]

[Spike whimpers]

[Spike barking] - Aah!

My tea!

[screaming]

[Spike barking] - Attaboy, Spike!

Oh, yay, Spike!

[giggles]

Thanks a lot, Sir Spike-You're-Not!

After I let you wear my best sunglasses,

you leave my party in ruins?

No matter what, you'll always be just a big, drooly dog!

[Spike growls] Ugh!

[gasps] Did you hear that?

Spikey's still Spikey!

That means even when we go to school,

we won't forget how to be babies,

so maybe we won't have to live on Babies Forever Island

after all!

Stu! Didi!

You might want to come see

what your highly-trained dog is doing.

[Spike barking] [laughter]

He found my sock?

Our dog is a genius!

I don't even remember burying it out there!

[Spike growling]

Who's a good dog?

Yeah, Spikey! Aw!

And then, when Spikey finally catches his tail,

he doesn't even know it's his!

[laughter]

You tell the funniest stories, Tommy!

Well, how come Dil doesn't laugh?

It's not like he hearded that one already.

Babies probably think different things are funny,

like how the growed-ups love dancing cats on their phones.

Maybe there's something in here.

Try this.

Everybody thinks clowns are funny--

oh, 'cept Chuckie.

Thank you for 'membering, Lil.

Good idea.

"Here I come with my big clown nose."

Hi! I'm Mr. Friend!

Wanna play?

Feel free to laugh.

[Mr. Friend squeaks] - Hello? Where are you?

How about this?

[kazoo toots]

[laughter]

- [babbles] - Wow.

I thought everyone loves a kazoo.

This game will work, for sure.

You just gotta make it a surprise.

[whispering] - Dil, look!

Peek-a-boo!

[sobbing]

Does my grandson need a bottle?

Nah, it's probably a diaper change.

I'll take him.

I have a special tuck-and-fold method

that's worked for two generations.

Who tucks and folds?

Everyone knows it's twist and tape!

Guys, what if Dil's not laughing 'cause...

he doesn't like me?

That can't be it.

Everyone likes you! You're Tommy Pickles!

Uh, thank you, Susie, but maybe that's not enough.

[rattling] [gasps]

Huh, I forgotted all about this toy.

[rattle rattles]

- That's all it does? - Disappointing.

[babbling happily]

Oh, look at that.

I gave that to Tommy right after he was born.

Cute. As I recall, he outgrew it in about two weeks.

And yet, here he is playing with it at this very moment.

Interesting. - Well, if you'll excuse me,

I'm making dinner for Didi and Stu.

They're gonna be exhausted

when they get back from the inventors' convention.

You're kidding?

I was about to make dinner for Didi and Stu.

Guess we'll be having a friendly little cook-off.

Sure. The more chefs, the merrier.

Looks like Spike could use a meal.

Maybe you could practice on him.

[bag rattles]

[Spike barking]

He never gets tired of that sound.

I'm sorry, Dil.

I guess there's nothing I can do

to make you laugh. [rattle rattles]

[giggles]

- What was that? - Dil giggled.

Of course.

He just now got the peek-a-boo game.

Sometimes humor has to sink in a bit.

In that case, listen up, Dil!

[kazoo toots]

[whimpering]

Let's give Mr. Clown another walk around the block.

- [laughing maniacally] - [sobbing]

Well, we knows for sure it's not this old toy.

[giggling]

Or maybe it is!

Uh, excuse me. Just prepping.

No, excuse me. Just organizing.

One, two, three... - Ah. Ah, here it is!

Gotta have rigatoni to make Stu's favorite:

mushroom rigatoni. What are you making?

Oh, Didi's favorite: my famous lemon chicken and rice.

Wait a minute. Was I at two cups or three?

[giggling]

Did you just put your rice in my rigatoni?

Did you put your rigatoni in my rice?

[giggling]

You made Dil laugh, Tommy!

Yep, and alls I had to do was this!

[rattle rattling] - [giggling]

[rattling stops] [whimpering]

[rattle rattling] [laughter continues]

Well, Dil's happy as a ham. Let's play.

Sure. Here, Dil.

Have fun with your new favoritestest toy!

[sobbing]

Just hold it...

like this!

I guess he wants you to shake it.

Forever.

Forever?

[rattle rattling]

[Spike growls]

[panting, sniffing]

No, Spikey!

[munches loudly]

[Spike growling]

[sobbing]

Watch out, Tommy. He's gonna blow.

[whimpering]

[food processor whirring]

Ooh, that food processor makes such a racket!

How am I supposed to find my focus?

Wait a minute, the kitchen is supposed to be loud.

This is cooking, not meditation!

On the contrary, done right, they're one and the same!

That's pretty deep, Lou.

Deeply ridiculous!

Put away the cookbook!

Just go with the flow! Listen to the food!

I'm listening,

and these onions are saying, "Mince me,"

but sure, I'll put away the book.

I can improvise with the best of them.

[sobbing]

We gots to find something else that makes a shaky sound.

Hurry!

[can rattles wetly]

[whimpering]

[snow globe rattles heavily]

[sniffling]

[flashlight rattles thinly]

[wheezing]

- [giggling] - [whimpering]

[laughing] [banana splats]

Come on, Dil. What's it gonna take?

There's just nothing else around here that goes

"chick-a, chick-a, chick-a, chick-koo."

- [giggling] - Chick-a, chick-a, chick-koo.

Tommy, you're the new rattle!

Congratulation!

Huh, I guess I am.

Thank you, Susie. It's an honor.

Problem solved. Now we can go play.

all: Yay!

[chuckles] You're it, Phillip.

I did not see that coming.

That's a'cause it's backwards tag!

[laughter] - Tag, I'm it!

[laughter]

Uh, I was just thinking

I might play with my friends for a little, uh...

[sobbing]

- Chick-a, chick-a, chick-a. - [giggling]

[babbling happily]

Or I could do this forever.

[babbling evilly]

[gasps]

[whimpers]

[groaning, rattling]

[evil laughter]

You okay over there, Tommy?

I don't think I could be a rattle for the rest of my life,

but Dil doesn't want me to stop.

You're gonna have to take a break sometime

to eat and nap.

Here, we'll take turns. I'll go first.

Whack-a, whack-a, whack-a, whack-a, whack-a.

Whack-a, whack-a, whack-a, whack-a, whack-a.

Um, that's nice, but it's more

of a "chick-a, chick-a" than a "whack-a, whack-a."

Like this? Chuck-a, chuck-a!

[whimpering]

Why isn't he laughing?

It has to come from down in your tummy.

Chick-a, chick-a, chick-a. - [babbling happily]

Like that.

[both hissing]

[whimpering]

[blender whirring]

You're putting one of your green smoothies

in the rigatoni?

No, this is just a personal snack.

Oh, so for that, the blender noise is just fine?

[boiling]

[gasps] My pasta!

[blows]

Chick-a, chick-a, chick-a, chick-a.

Hang in there, Tommy! We made a plan!

Everybody, get the stuffs and meet me back here.

[panting]

[grunting]

[sniffing] Something is burning.

Did you light a chicken candle?

Now why would I--

it's your chicken!

[yelps] I set the temperature too high!

This is why I never improvise!

[panting]

[sighs] Well, if it's any consolation,

my rigatoni is mush now.

- [giggling] - Chick-a, chick-a, chick-a.

Chick-a, chick-a, chick-a.

Chick-koo, chick-koo.

Oh, come on, Dil.

Lots of other things are funny too,

not just rattles.

That's it, Phil, Lil. Nice and tight.

Don't worry, it's the extra squishy toilet paper.

Yeah, you can unwind a whole roll into one potty.

Or so I'm told.

Time for liftoff!

Babies, we have a rattle!

Refeet: we have a rattle! [cheers]

- Whoo-hoo! Yay! - [whimpering]

Look, Lou, I'm really sorry about your pasta.

For whatever it's worth,

it smelled really good before it turned to mush.

Yeah. Well, thanks, Boris.

So did your chicken before it burned to a crisp.

[garbage disposal whirring]

[makeshift rattle rattling] [both grunt]

[thud]

[Spike barking]

[gasps]

[giggling]

The rattle just e'sploded!

[laughing]

[giggling]

[laughing]

- [giggling] - Tommy, he's laughing!

Because you were laughing!

Looks like you don't even need a rattle anymore.

Dil just likes to hear you laugh.

I still can't believe nothing exploded.

Last year's Invent-a-con was way cooler.

What happened here?

Stu, Dil's laughing for the first time!

Surprise!

- We got dinner for you! - Something you both love!

- Lemon chicken? - Mushroom rigatoni?

Even better!

Takeout!

[chuckles] Can you guys do that again?

- Are you kidding me? - I was almost crushed!

Well, sorry, Dil.

Guess it was just a one-time thing.

I'll tell you about it later.

It's okay. I think he a'members.

[giggling]

[upbeat music]

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