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[upbeat music]

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- [laughs]

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- Whoa!

♪ ♪

[frog croaks]

[laughter]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

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- Ta- da!

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- [laughs]

- Whoa!

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♪ ♪

- Remember, darling, no driving on grandpa's carpet.

Those musty shag rug fibers

will ruin your shiny new wheels.

Oh, hey, everyone!

I wish we could stay. Not really.

Sorry, I'm on an honesty cleanse.

Let's go, Drew. Jonathan's circling the block.

Remind me to tell him he's not getting that raise.

This cleanse is freeing.

- You two aren't coming to the concert?

I thought you and Y2K

went together like hydrogen and fluoride?

[laughs]

Ah, the periodic table is comedy gold.

- Save the science jokes for the classroom.

- Oh, we're going to the concert.

We'll see you there.

Reserved seats at the front of the stage.

- Now, Drew, it's rude to tell people

about the fantastic perks

that come with me being city councilperson.

He forgot to mention the after-party passes

and complimentary tote bag. Bye!

- I didn't vote for her. Sorry, honesty cleanse.

[laughter]

[soft dramatic music]

[laughter]

- Ow. Who hitted me with a carrot?

- It was Lil.

- Let's play something asides feed the worm.

- Chuckie, want to play rolled up ball?

- Nope. - How about hide and sneak?

- Nope.

- Or guess what's new in my diapey?

- Phillip! - What?

- I looked in my mommy's medicine book,

and I founded the cure for wormy oliosis.

This man has all kinds of worms inside his body,

and it says he was gonna turn into a worm.

- Just like Chuckie. - But don't worry.

There's a cure.

The man got a dinosaur tooth

and used it to wish away the worms.

Now, he's happy.

- Wow, Chuckie, you don't has to turn into a worm boy.

- Really, Tommy?

'Cause I'd do anything,

anything at all not to be a worm boy.

- Great, then alls you gots to do is get a dinosaur tooth.

- Oh, is that all?

♪ ♪

- Hey, Lou, can't thank you enough

for looking after the kids.

How are you gonna keep 'em entertained?

- Three words-- homemade happiness.

- That's two words.

- Right, homemade happiness cookies.

- Cookies?

- My poor baby, I'm sorry I'm leaving you.

When you get older,

tell your therapist this was your father's idea.

- Deed, chill. It's one night out.

What could happen?

- Oh, boy, all right, all right.

Didi, we go to go. Bye, pups.

- I love you so much. - Daddy loves you.

- We love you. - Have fun.

- Oh, I thought they'd never leave.

♪ ♪

Are you really making cookies just for me, Grandpa?

- Sorry, kiddo, but in grandpa's cookie republic,

everybody gets their share.

- Share? - Yep.

Keep an eye on the munchkins while I get started.

- Grandpa's public isn't fair, Cynthia.

We're not sharing any cookies,

especially not with those walking diapies.

- Angelica, we need a dinosaur tooth.

Do you know where we can get one?

- Dinosaur tooth? What for?

- To cure Chuckie's wormy oliosis.

- See, I founded it right here in my mama's medicine book.

- I'll have these cookies done in no time.

Ow!

They'll be worth the wait, promise.

- I do know where you can find a dinosaur tooth, Tommy,

in the park, but you better hurry

because Finster's going to turn into a worm boy any minute.

In fact, he's looking kind of slimy already.

Here, take my car.

- But you said if we ever touched your car,

you'd bite off our fingers.

- I say a lot of things. Do you want the car or not?

- Add the pre-softened butter.

- The babies are playing a game,

so I decided to leave them alone.

- Being alone builds character.

I once spent 15 days all by myself in the woods

or was it 15 hours? Whew, that was one bad shitake.

- Grandpa, your stories are weird.

I'm gonna go check on the babies

and make sure they're acting like babies.

- Right on, daffodil. Ah, oh.

This dough has gone rogue!

- Silver beagles.

[dog howling]

- Hey, what's this, Cynthia? Looks like a grandma store.

Ooh, that one has pink hair.

♪ ♪

- I sure hope this is gonna work, Tommy.

- Don't worry, Chuckie. Just keep being brave.

- Whoa, is that the coolest thing you've ever sawed?

- No.

That'd be my bellybutton farts.

- You know how to drive, Tommy? - Sure.

I watch my mommy do it all the time.

Okay, guys, buckle up. We gots a date with a dinosaur.

[engine rumbles]

[upbeat music]

[tires squealing]

[all screaming]

♪ ♪

- Oops.

[laughter]

♪ ♪

- [sniffs] [barks]

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[all scream]

♪ ♪

- Those were fragile. Whoa, whoa!

- This would be really scary with my eyes open.

[all scream]

♪ ♪

- Tastes like toilet paper. - [coughs]

- This is so much fun!

- Susie, your idea of fun and my idea of fun

are very different things.

♪ ♪

- Silver beagles.

- Heavens. Hello, mustache man.

♪ ♪

- Finally, so many questions.

- Aw, now we'll never learn how to lay an egg.

♪ ♪

[laughter]

- Hi! [car horn blares]

- [screams]

- Whoa! - [screams]

- [screaming]

♪ ♪

- Oh!

[people screaming]

- Whoa!

- Tommy, are you even trying to slow down?

- I don't know how.

- I bet this will do it.

- She's fierce. She's fashion.

She's serving up some sassing. She's Cynthia.

♪ ♪

[phone chiming]

- Doesn't grandpa gots any pictures of me

in this phone?

[phone rumbles]

Uh-oh, Aunt Didi.

- Angelica, have you seen my phone?

- You left it in here. I'll bring it.

- To answer, just press the little, green dot.

- No duh, Grandpa.

- Hi, Aunt Didi. - Oh, hi Angelica.

Grandpa Lou let you use his phone?

- I'm just answering for him 'cause he's busy.

See? - Hey, Didi.

How's the show?

Bringing back those rocking memories?

- Is everything okay, Pop?

- Ah, sure, just me raging against the machine.

- Are the kids behaving at least?

- Not a peep out of 'em.

- Could I just say hello to Tommy?

- You bet!

Sweetie, go show Aunt Didi what Tommy's doing.

- Gee, Grandpa, that sounds hard.

I'm only three.

Uh, um, what button do I press to show you?

- No buttons. Honey, don't push a button.

[phone beeps]

[upbeat music]

- Hey, there's my mommy. - Angelica!

♪ ♪

[together] Bye, Tommy's mommy.

[doorbell rings] - I'll get it.

You stay in the kitchen where you can't see nothing.

- Yeah, that's Grandpa's little helper.

[knocks]

[soft dramatic music]

- Hello, Lou.

I was delighted to get your reply.

Please tell me you're not Lou.

- You mean Grandpa?

Oh, he's making me cookies.

- Capricorn rising and he bakes?

[phone rumbles]

- It's Aunt Didi again.

- Deed, hurry.

The opening band is starting, and they won't be playing long.

They only had one hit.

♪ ♪

- Cynthia, we may have to make

a run for it after we get a cookie.

♪ ♪

- [howls]

[all screaming]

- Well, let's park here.

- Don't forget to lock it.

[car clicks]

- [gasps]

♪ ♪

[car bubbles and plops]

- I never get tired of that sound.

- Tommy, I'm starting to feel a little wiggly.

How are we gonna get to the dinosaur now?

- On foots because that's the best way

to get close to a dinosaur.

[soft acoustic music]

♪ ♪

- Tommy, what if we

don't find the dinosaur before, you know?

- I promise, Chuckie,

we'll find him before anything bad happens.

- Through here.

♪ ♪

- Ugh, ugh, ugh! Whoa!

- Look, Chuckie,

we finally made it. - Oh.

- There's the tree rex.

[soft dramatic music]

- I can do this.

♪ ♪

[doorbell rings]

- You look like that old man on the fried chicken box

but in a dress.

- Aren't you an insolent little creature.

Bless your heart. - Why, thank you.

- Seriously, I have to start all over?

- Don't worry. I'll help you fix them.

I know a thing or two about a cookie.

- It's too dry. You used too much flour.

- The answer is always more butter.

- Where do you want this one, grandpa?

- Uh, welcome, random lady, make yourself at home

with the other random ladies, all in my demographic.

Angelica, sweetie, who are these women,

and why do they keep coming to our door?

- Maybe to help make cookies faster?

[doorbell rings] [knocks]

- Angelica, I don't know what's going on, but--

- Hello, Lou. You are a silver beagle.

I'm Graham. Ooh, is tie-dye back in?

- I'll take those. Thank you.

- Huh? Silver beagle?

Angelica...

were you playing with Grandpa's phone?

- Mommy says it's not polite to talk with your mouth full.

- Look, Graham,

I'm afraid there's been some kind of mistake.

- It's my beard, isn't it? I knew I should have shaved.

- No, love the beard, but the closest

I came to barking up that tree was a mishap

at a save the whales dinner. I hope you understand.

- Sure. Keep the flowers.

- [gasps]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Angelica, where are the babies?

- Who?

- Why would you tell me the babies were okay

when you knew they weren't even there?

- It's all Susie Carmicheal's fault.

She had to show off with her dumb medicine book.

- We're going to have a long talk, you and me,

when I'm not so out of breath.

- Grandpa, I know I was bad,

but nobody expects me to be an angel.

- Hey there, Lou, you seem like you're in a rush.

- You have no idea.

You got room for two more on that thing?

- She's fierce. she's fashion.

- Huh? - She's Cynthia.

- [sniffing]

[dramatic music]

- Oh, this bridge is scary, but so is turning into a worm.

Scary bridge, worm boy?

Scary bridge, worm boy? Hey, wait for me!

- Wow, he's so much biggerer up close.

- And smellier. Oh, wait that's Phillip.

- Thank you for noticing.

- Lucky for us, he's got lots of teeths.

- He won't miss one. Right?

- You don't have to do this, Tommy.

- No, I said I'd get you a dinosaur tooth,

and that's what I'm gonna to do.

♪ ♪

- Careful! He might be slipperies.

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

- Oh, I can't look.

♪ ♪

- Oh, oh!

♪ ♪

- I'm almost there.

♪ ♪

- Tommy, can you see the teeths?

- Yep.

There's lots of 'em. Nice and pointy.

[grunting]

♪ ♪

- Tommy, come back.

♪ ♪

- I can be a worm boy if I gots to.

Even if I don't look like me, and I gots to eat gross stuffs

just so I can make poop for the garden,

and I gots to go live in dirt all alone.

It's okay. - But you won't be alone.

If you turn into a worm boy, we'll still be your friends

'cause you'll still be Chuckie on the inside.

- Really, Tommy? - Of course.

Nothing can keep us apart.

[screams]

- Hold on! - I'll save you.

♪ ♪

- [screams] Hurry!

- Just hold on.

♪ ♪

- Tommy! - Yeah, he's a goner.

- He was so young.

- [grunts]

I got you, Tommy.

Don't let go.

[screams]

- [barks]

♪ ♪

- [screams]

- Spike? - Spike?

♪ ♪

[triumphant music]

- Oh!

♪ ♪

- [barks]

[laughter]

- Yay! - Best doggy ever!

- He's a hero. - Good boy!

- Thanks, Spike. You saved us.

- And you saved me.

That's the braveliest thing a baby ever did.

- Really? - And look what broked off?

Make your wish.

[dramatic electronic music]

♪ ♪

- I wish that I didn't have

wormy oliosis

so I can keep being a Chuckie and not be a worm boy

and stay with all my friends and hug my daddy.

Thank you and the end.

- Did it work?

- I don't feel wiggly or squiggly!

- You're cured!

[all cheer]

[scooter horn blares]

- Off we go!

- Kids, thank goodness.

Oh, man, you all had me so worried.

Oh, thanks, Graham.

I couldn't have done it without you.

- Ooh, I'll text you about Tuesday night bingo!

- You're on. - Bye-bye.

[soft acoustic music]

- [sighs] Now, come on, sprouts.

Time to go home.

♪ ♪

- [sniffs] [barks]

- Not another runaway!

Spike, come back here! Spike, you rascal, you!

[cheers and applause]

Kid, don't ever get old. Jake?

- Lou?

The last time I saw you was-- - Yoga Flow and Glow Fest!

[cheers and applause]

- I'm Bug, and we are Y2K.

Are you ready to rock?

- I love your hat.

- One, two, one, two, three, four!

[rock music]

♪ The second time around I saw something ♪

♪ That I must have missed before ♪

♪ What made you great then was twice as good now ♪

♪ Who could ask for anything more? ♪

- Of course, I'm stuck behind the world's tallest man

during the most important show of my adult life.

Whoa! Whoo-hoo!

I'm going to stay up here forever.

- ♪ It seems like it was only yesterday ♪

♪ But so much better that it gives me a thrill ♪

- Let's commemorate these great seats with a selfie.

[phone rings]

Sorry, darling, I have to take this.

It's the mayor.

Okay, Jonathan, put her through.

- Aha.

♪ ♪

- ♪ And the Earth King said it ♪

♪ Said it like a ♪--

- Stu, thank you for this.

It's so nice to have one night off.

Does that make me a terrible mother?

- You're kidding, right?

I don't know a better mother out there.

- Is everybody having a good time?

Come on, baby. Let me here you sing it.

Yeah!

- [howling] - Spiky, come back.

Whoa!

♪ ♪

- Whoo, bands keep getting younger and younger!

♪ ♪

- ♪ What made you great then Was twice as good now ♪

♪ Who could ask for anything more? ♪

♪ When I turn around in circles ♪

- You call that dancing?

Come on, Cynthia. Let's show 'em a real star.

- ♪ It seems like it was only yesterday ♪

♪ But so much better that it gives me ♪--

[all gasp]

- What? - Angelica!

- Tommy! - Wait, what?

- Tommy! - ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

- What a show!

I think they've gotten better over time.

- Bug was on fire. Oh, I think I'm in love.

- Yes, wasn't he on-- you what now?

- With my husband. I'm in love with my husband.

- Pop, I appreciate that you wanted

to take the babies to the park,

but they really shouldn't have been out at night

without reflective clothing. - Duly noted.

- Geez, Lou, how did you have time to watch the kids

and make three different kinds of cookies?

- I had a little help.

[soft acoustic music]

- Tommy? - Yeah, Chuckie.

- I've been thinking, when we play tomorrow,

maybe I can be the brave one

and you can be the not so brave one.

- Sure. Whatever you want.

- Or maybe we don't have to worry

about all this stuff so much.

- Hm, that sounds nice too. [yawns]

♪ ♪

- Yeah.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Klasky Csupo.