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- [grunts, laughs]

[playful music]

- Yeah! - [laughs]

- [whimpering]

[grunts, yells]

♪ ♪

- [yells] - [croaking]

[both laughing]

- [yelling] - [yells]

[grunting]

♪ ♪

[car honks]

- [meows] - Ta-da!

- [yells] - Whoa!

- [snickers, whistles]

- [yells]

- Aww.

- [laughs]

♪ ♪

[faint crows squawking]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[crows squawking]

[mirror squeaks]

- [croaking]

- [grunts]

They said it was imposterable to bring it back to life.

[grand music]

♪ ♪

- Tommy, this place isn't even on the map!

- Shh, we don't wanna scare them with any loud noises.

[mud squelches]

- Phillip?

- It wasn't me, Lillian. It was my foot.

[farts]

That was my butt.

- Okay, you guys. Glad y'all had fun.

Time to go home!

[footsteps thudding]

[gasps]

Uh, you know this stuff in my Mr. Tippy Cup

is not supposed to shake, right?

[suspenseful music]

The ground's not supposed to shake either!

[birds squawking]

[gasps]

[yells]

- Hurry! - Go, go, go, go!

[grunting]

- Uh, guys, I'm not exactly sure,

but I think I losted the key.

Yup, I'm sure.

- You losted the key?

Tommy Pickles, the driver has one job!

- I guess we're getting eated.

- Yeah, nice knowing everybody.

- Get eated by a dinosaur? Not today!

Run!

- I didn't know we could leave. [grunts]

Run!

- But guys, Tommy's not good at running yet!

[loud thudding]

[all gasp]

- [growls, sniffs]

- [whimpering]

[dramatic music]

- Hang on, everybody. This might work.

[device beeps]

- Let's go, junior carpenter!

[engine revving]

[tires screech]

- [roaring]

- Hold on to your buttles!

- Tommy, I think now might be a good time...

to go faster!

- Don't worry. It says right here:

"Stuffs in the mirror are furtherer than they appear."

- [growls] - Oh, no!

- Maybe it said closerer!

- Oh, for feet's sake, that's why the little kids

should leave the reading to the grown-ups!

[screams]

[all yelling]

- [grunting]

- [yelping]

[screams]

[yelling]

Reptar overboard!

Tommy, stop!

- [grunts]

[tires squeal]

- [grunting]

I'll save you, Reptar!

[gasps]

[whimpers]

[tense music]

At least you won't get crushed alone.

- [roars, sniffs]

[both laughing]

- Yeah, we founded a hamster ball!

- Uh... - [gasps]

[both grunt] - [gasps]

- [gasps] We'll be okay.

What's safer than a hamster ball?

[both scream]

- Somebody wants their toy back.

- [growling]

- [sneezes]

- [sniffs] [roars]

[both screaming]

♪ ♪

- Um, I don't suppose you're here to give me a tissue?

- [sniffs]

[roars]

- Tommy! - Over here, T. rex!

- Good job, junior carpenter!

- Go on, Chuckie! I'll stop him!

- [device failing] You're a natural.

- Hurry, Chuckie!

Tommy's screwdriver is getting sleepy!

- [sniffing]

- [indistinct gibberish]

- [gasps, yells]

Hey, be nice, T. rex. Be nice.

- [roars]

♪ ♪

[bright chimes]

- You dumb babies!

Aunt Didi!

- Angelica! Did Tommy do that?

- Yes, he did, Aunt Didi. Babies are so mean.

- Tommy, that wasn't very nice.

And we don't waste Mommy's milk.

- Come on, Cynthia, these babies are beneath us.

I'm getting diaper rash just looking at 'em!

[cheerful music]

- [grunts]

Football and deviled eggs?

And it isn't even my birthday!

Mmm. Go long, boys!

[grunts]

- How long is long, Betty? [yelling]

- And he's down.

- [sniffs]

- Chas? How many fingers do you see?

- One more than our eighth grade woodshop teacher.

- The wrong guy to teach us table saw safety.

- Honey, this could be serious.

- [sniffs]

Is it me, or does this egg smell off?

- [sniffs] It's you.

- Oh, good.

[bright music]

- Who wants spring cheese? - I'll take that.

- And what about mushy taters?

- Hand 'em over.

Yeah!

- Phil! - Oh, sorry, Chuckie.

Forgotted my manners. Want some?

- [barks]

- Ooh, these bones look like Spike food.

Fetch, Spike! - [barks]

[growls]

[grunting]

- Hey, you tinkle heads!

You better not have eated all the good food!

- Uh, Phil has the mushy taters.

- You're gonna get in big trouble!

What am I saying?

You get away with stuff just 'cause you're babies!

Life is so unfair.

- All right, let's head on home.

- Mm, today was good.

- Ooh, I'm sure glad we sprayed for ticks.

- [whimpering]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- It's okay, Chuckie. He can't hurt you.

He's way out on that island. - [gulps]

- Come on, let's be brave guys together.

[yelps]

Starting now.

♪ ♪

[car honks]

- Double shot, full fat, triple whip,

and three sweeteners for Jen Z.?

[light music]

[camera shutter snaps]

Make sure to tag us. [bell rings]

- Hi, Betty. - Didi, Chas, what's shaking?

- Betty, I don't mean to alarm you,

but the twins are playing with mud.

- Chas, after the morning I had with them,

be thankful it's mud.

- Guys, I decided something.

My daddy says I'm brave, so I'm gonna start being brave.

- But would a brave Chuckie still be a Chuckie?

- Nope. Not possible.

- If chuckie says he's gonna be brave, he's gonna be brave.

- But guys, can you stop talking like I'm not heres?

- Okay, let's play pirate adventure so you can practice.

- But we're playing coffee shop.

- And I'm the pasty chef.

- That sounds like a nice game.

- How can you practice being brave playing coffee shop?

- How about pirate coffee shop? Arr!

[both laugh]

- Take yer seats, yer scallywags!

- Here are your captainccinos!

- Oh, oh, oh!

[grunting]

Mmm.

And here's your pirate pasties.

Mud.

- Um, do you have any pasties without mud?

- No such thing. Eat up, mateys!

- But some peoples don't likes to eat mud, Lillian.

Tell her, Tommy.

- [mumbles] - You eated it?

Is it good?

- Mmm, yummy. Try it, Chuckie.

- Uh, no thank you.

- The landlubber won't eat my pie!

- Phillip! - [scoffs] Sorry.

It was the pirate talking.

- I thought you wanted to play pirate coffee shop

so you can learn to be brave.

- I do, I'm a brave, um, pirate boy,

so I'm gonna eat this pie.

But I don't think I'm gonna like it.

I--I'm a brave pirate.

I'm gonna eat a little mud.

Brave pirates eat mud.

Uh, uh...

Arr?

[chomping, coughing]

[quirky music]

♪ ♪

[hiccups]

Ugh!

Ew!

I did it!

And it was only a little terrible!

- Looky! A worm in Chuckie's pie.

- That pie should probably cost extra.

- It's only part of a worm.

- Where did the other part go?

- Into your tummy, silly.

- [gasps]

[ominous music]

I eated a worm?

[indistinct chatter]

[serene music]

- Breathe deeply, let it out slowly.

Feel your arms float to the clouds.

Just follow along with Grandpa.

Pretend you're coloring the sky with your favorite crayon.

Mine's periwinkle.

Maybe 'cause it's just plain fun to say "winkle."

And it's also fun to embrace the silence.

Push back the distractions that prevent peace of mind.

[doorbell ringing frantically]

Let someone else answer the bell.

Someone? Anyone?

Oh, for the love of--

- [barking] - Hold that pose.

I don't need any magazines, and I'm not switching churches.

Oh, Angelica, it's you. How about a hug?

- Later, Grandpa. I got an emergency.

- Dad, what happened to the doorbell cam

I installed for you?

- Turns out I'm more of a face-to-face kind of guy.

[explosion rings]

- [coughing]

Whoo! Hey, Big Bro.

Whoa, that's on fire again.

That was a big one.

- Why don't you invent a door cam

that Dad will actually use?

- Will you two stop?

I don't need any of your digital garbage.

Not the doorbell,

not the seniors' dating app you put on my phone.

- What's wrong with Silver Beagles?

- Every time I go to check the weather,

up pops a picture of a granny tending her tomatoes.

Let's make a deal, shall we?

You boys don't interfere with my technology,

and I won't tell you that you're being overgrown kids.

- Were we just insulted by a silver beagle?

[cheerful music]

♪ ♪

- [grunts] - Phil!

- Our ball! - Not again.

- I guess I'm stronger than I smell.

- [whimpering]

[sighs]

[melancholy music]

- What's the matter, Chuckie?

- Oh, it's just life, Tommy.

It's so hard.

The one time I try to be brave, I eat a worm.

- It was only part of a worm. - [sighs]

I'm just gonna sit here

and not be anything differenter than I always am.

- Well, then I'll sit here too.

- Aw, thanks, Tommy.

You know, it's kinda nice here with the peace and quiet.

[tires screech]

- [barking]

[bright music playing]

[tires squeal]

- Is there a doctor in the house?

Oh, yeah. Me!

- Angelica.

Everybody knows that a kid can't be a doctor.

- I guess you haven't seen my Doc McDingling bag

with official sticker.

You only get this stuff if you're a real doctor.

- My mommy is a real doctor, and she doesn't have a sticker.

- Yeah, she probably stuck it on a shoe or something

and walked all over it.

Now listen up.

We're gonna play hospital, and Susie and Finster

are gonna be my first sick people.

And Phil and Lil,

whose idea was it to invent babies?

Here, you two are gonna be my nursers.

Spike, you be the tool cleaner.

- [sniffs, barks]

- Aw, I wanted to do that.

- What can I be, Angelica?

- You'll be my sweat wiper.

- And I wanted to do that.

- Nursers, hand me my tongue stick.

- Oh...

- Open up!

- That was in Phil's diaper!

- Huh, everyone thinks they're a doctor.

Now say, "Ah."

- [screams]

- [sniffs, barks]

- I gotta say, Betty,

I wasn't sure about moving in with Stu's dad,

but now I don't know what we'd do without him

to watch all of our kids.

- Oh, the man's a saint.

Without him, I'd never get in my 10,000 steps.

800? It'd be faster to just walk.

- I'm working on a special order for a new mom

with quadruplets. What do you think?

- Throw some clip-on bottles on there, and you'll make her day.

[cell phone rings]

- Hey, honey.

- Deet, you're not gonna believe it.

- Should I be worried? - No.

Unless you're afraid of facing your past.

- I do have that one ex-girlfriend

who still kinda scares me.

- Ready for it?

Our favorite band of all time is getting back together.

- It can't be!

- Do not joke about this, Stuart.

- Oh, yeah!

- Y2K. This is big.

I gotta cancel all my piccolo students.

- And we are so gonna be there.

- [howling] - Yup, and I got the tickets.

- Quiet, Spike!

Skilled sturgeon at work here.

This is not good. Not good at all.

- Dr. Angelica, I have been waiting here a long time.

Ow!

- Tough luck. I got Finster on the table.

I gotta figure out what's wrong,

and trust me, with him, there's a lot wrong.

- Oof, that's 'cause I eated a worm, isn't it?

- You ate a worm?

- Oh, only part of a worm.

[inquisitive music]

- Hmm.

♪ ♪

- Once, I eated a watermelon seed,

and I thought my tummy was gonna explode,

but nothing happened then.

- [gasps, tsks]

Oh, this is way worser than any old watermelon seed.

Chuckie, I'm sorry to say you've got...

wormioliosis.

- What is that?

- Well, first you'll get all long and slimy.

And then you'll turn into a worm who has to live in dirt.

- No fair! - Lucky!

- But Dr. Angelica, can't you fix his wormioliosis?

- If only I could, Tommy. But there's no cure.

Well, gotta go!

I'll send you my bill. And I don't take pennies!

[bright music playing]

[discordant tone]

[warm music]

- "And then the leopard, ever so sassy,

"swallowed a warthog, who was even more gassy.

"That happens to warthogs who have lizards for brunch.

"And lizards who eat birds have double the punch.

"And when birds eat the frogs that have finished the slugs,

not to mention the fish eggs, all that's left are the bugs."

Why would Aunt Linda recommend this book?

Sweet dreams, pal.

[door creaks]

[uneasy music]

- [whimpers]

[mobile creaking]

[wind whistling]

[faint bird trilling]

- [squawks] - [screams]

[whimpers]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[screams]

[yelling]

Hello? Anybody?

Oh, this isn't the clown dream, is it?

- Gonna go fishing. Gonna need some bait.

And tasty little worm boy will do just fine!

- [yells, whimpers]

Oof!

[unsettling music]

[yells]

- After the worm boy sheds his favoritest arms,

with its favoritest hands and fingers,

he can no longer hug his daddy

or pick his nose.

It's here in the yucky dirt

that the sad worm boy lives a solitary existence,

eating only bits of rotten fruit.

- I might be a worm, but I'm not a aminal!

- The worm boy then produces a nutrient-rich poop

that helps the garden to grow.

- And now we're talking about my poop?

- Yes, because that's all worms do.

Except, of course, when they're wiggling away

to avoid being someone's lunch.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Down here! It's me, Chuckie!

[whimpering]

[gasps]

- Ca-caw, ca-caw, ca-caw!

- [screams]

[grunting]

[panting]

[straining]

- [grunts, strains]

- [yells]

And that's when my daddy woked me up

and said I was having a bad dream.

- That was the scariest dream I ever hearded.

- Does my elbow look like a frog butt?

[grunts] - Shh.

- Oh, my daddy doesn't understand.

It's not just a bad dream, it's a bad everything!

I'm doomed.

I'm gonna turn into a worm boy!

- Chuckie, you don't have to hide.

- Stay outside. Go, Tommy!

I have to change into a worm boy

and live on the ground where it's dark.

I might as well start practicing

for worm life right now!

- Guys, this is bad. We gots to help Chuckie.

- You're right, Tommy.

Let's go get him some worm food.

- We'll be right back, worm boy.

- Now, Pops, so while we're at the concert tonight,

I've put together a little childcare cheat sheet.

You know, feeding schedules, menu plan,

dangerous plant life to avoid. This section--

- Didi, I know how to take care of kids.

Nothing gets past me.

You should've called me Lou Potato,

'cause I got eyes in the back of my head.

- It's just that I've never left Tommy

for an entire evening, and you're a 70-year-old

taking care of six children all under the age of three,

which is probably a felony in some states.

You know what? I'll just stay home.

- No, you won't.

I insist you go to that concert.

You deserve a night out with your friends.

- Okay, thanks, Pop,

but I'll leave the book here just in case.

Oh, but you shouldn't leave the fridge door open.

It's dangerous for the babies.

[playful music]

♪ ♪