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[drum roll]

[upbeat music]

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- [laughs]

- [hollering]

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- [yelps] [frog croaks]

[laughter]

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[car horn beeps]

- Ta-da!

- [snickers]

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- Parents, doesn't your child deserve to be excellent?

We at the Whole Child Center for Excellence think so.

In our program, your tot might even reach

for the stars and beyond.

[kids laughing and babbling]

Our state-of-the-art laboratory preschool

features excellent learning for your child,

which naturally leads to excellent adults.

- I just hope there's still time for Tommy.

- Hey! What are your mommies doing

watching a show about my preschool?

- Um, what's pee-school, Angelica?

- I got this one.

It's where you learn all about pee.

- My kind of place.

- I get enough pee in my regular life.

- Oh, babies.

Pre-school is not about pee, it's so much more than that.

It's the bestest place ever,

mostly because I run the whole playground.

And you know the bestest part of all?

You'll never get to see it

because they don't let babies in preschool.

See ya, bottle feeders.

[tires screech]

- So here's my surprise, Charlotte called in a favor

and got us spots for a tour today!

I knew you wouldn't want to miss out

on our kids' one chance at excellence.

- Eh, excellence is overrated,

but I'll come along for moral support.

[upbeat music]

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- Didi Pickles, in person at last.

I'm Ms. Marjorie, Director of the Whole Child Center.

We are so grateful for Councilperson Pickles' support

that we squeezed you onto our lengthy waiting list.

- And we're grateful to be squoze--squoozed--

or squeezed--sorry.

Just thinking about my Tommy becoming excellent

makes me a little giddy.

Are you writing what I just said?

- We need to make sure the Center for Excellence

is the right fit for your family.

So we do a thorough evaluation of each child and parent.

I don't seem to have your name on my list.

- Oh, I'm just here for support.

[bell jingles]

- You may leave your strollers with the valets.

- Oh! Can I take this with us?

This can keep my twin terrors busy for hours.

- She's kidding.

Betty's children are just...healthy explorers.

- A-plus, Betty.

We encourage non-destructive exploring in all forms.

- Oh, good, 'cause our little wanderers

just went straight out that doggy door.

- Oh, Tommy. We were so close to excellence.

- This rock is shaped like Spike's head.

[sniffs]

It smells like Spikey, too! - Hello, children.

I'm Mr. Garth, your play coordinator.

Rocks are rather primitive, aren't they?

Let's find something a little more stimulating

to play with, shall we?

- Maybe there's some good sand around here.

- Hey! What are you tinkle heads doing here?

I told you, this is my preschool.

And I'm in charge,

which means I don't want you dumb babies here.

Go back inside! - Hi, Angelica.

Can you introduce me to these new kids?

Never mind. I'll do it.

Hi, I'm Kimi Watanabe. I moved here from Paris.

That's in France. Want me to show you around?

I know the best spot on the story time rug.

Ooh, does anyone else like turtles?

- Not so fast, Kimi. These aren't new kids.

They're nothing but babies. Tommy is my cousin.

And Chuckie, Phil, and Lil are his poopy friends.

They don't belong at preschool.

- So, no turtle? - Oh, it's right inside.

Follow me! - Ugh, Kimi!

I already told them they have to scram.

Right, babies?

- That's not making a very good choice, Angelica.

We're supposed to be nice to visitors.

Wait, you don't have any good-choice stickers today.

Do you want one of mine? I have plenty.

- Ugh! - Ah-ah-ah, Angelica.

Remember, we have rules here.

Now let's use our repair words for Kimi.

- But, Mr. Garth! It's not fair.

Kimi started it!

- Okay. I see it's time to take a deep breath

and blow out all our mad.

And then we'll make another visit

to the booth of poor choices.

[bird crows]

- Wait, you got the wrong kid! I'm innocent!

[dramatic music]

Give it to me straight, Mr. Garth.

How long am I in for this time?

- It's quite up to you, Angelica.

There are no barriers here but your own conscience.

You can come out whenever you're ready to behave.

- A life sentence!

- Guys, I'm starting to think

Angelica's not in charge of the whole playground like she said.

- What you looking at?

Haven't you ever seen a booth of poor choices before?

- Uh, not really.

But it looks like a fun playhouse!

- Hah, more like jailhouse. I'll show them.

I'm never gonna behave.

Wait! That means I'm trapped.

Babies, you gotta get me out of here!

- But Angelica, you said that pee-school

was the bestest place ever.

- You said you were in charge.

- Well, let's not split chairs.

I might have forgot to mention Mr. Garth.

Look, can you help me or not?

I could be stuck in here sharpening crayons

for the rest of my life.

- It's not fair, guys. Angelica loves this pee-school.

And even if she's not having as much fun as she said,

it's her pee-school,

and she needs to be out of that playhouse

and back to being in charge.

Time for Operation Breakout. Okay.

Here's the playhouse and here's the pee-school.

We'll need tools, like my trusty Studriver.

It's not here!

I must have left it at home after my daipie change!

Time for Plan Z. Anyone got any tools?

- Sorry. Phillip?

- Nope. Just the basics today.

- Wait, I think I saw some keys

near that room where your mommies are.

Maybe we could sneak past the play man,

go inside, reach way up to the hook, get the keys,

and sneak back out here to free Angelica!

I didn't mean to say that out loud!

[all gasp]

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[all grunt]

[all gasps]

- Yup. We're moving.

- Was that part of the plan?

all: Whoa!

- We don't even know where this cart is going!

- The keys! Team, get ready to jump out!

- Can't! We're turning! But I found my froggie.

- Tommy rolled over at two months.

He sat up at five months.

First solid food was mashed bananas.

No! Peas!

It smudged here. I can't see.

- Thank you, Didi. I think I've heard enough.

- Oh, me too! You'd be lucky to have a kid

like Tommy Pickles in your fancy preschool.

- Hey, that room had some good toys.

- Yeah, why do we have to go save Angelica now?

- Angelica may be bossy.

She may be mean, but she's the onliest cousin I got.

And I don't want her spending the rest of her life

in that playhouse.

Can I get a boost?

- And then Kimi said, "Do you want one of mine?"

Like I would ever take second-band stickers.

I'll get my own stickers when I'm good and ready.

Come back, Bug! I got lots more stories!

- Psst! Angelica!

- Babies! You brought the keys!

I thought I was gonna have to dig a hole in that wall

to crawl through!

So long, spoon.

- It doesn't fit! - Not even the yellow one?

- Try the green one! - That blue one looks nice.

Or is that more of an aquamarine?

- Just try them all! This is life or breath!

- Hi, Kimi.

Uh, this isn't what it looks like.

- It looks like you're helping Angelica get out.

- Oh. Then it is what it looks like.

- I'll do it!

- Is this a trap, Kimi?

- No, if these nice babies care about you so much,

then deep down, you must be pretty nice too.

- [chuckles] Yeah, sure.

I mean, good choice, Kimi.

[bike bell rings]

- Hop on.

- Free at last!

Ah, the sweet smell of the sandbox,

the musical sound of the tricycle brake.

I'll never take those things for frantic again!

- Children! Snack time!

- But, Angelica, you're almost free.

I thought you wanted to leave pee-school.

- I just remembered.

It's Fruit Leather Friday, but hey, thanks, Cuz!

Gotta go!

- Congratulations, Didi.

Thomas has been accepted

to the Whole Child Center for Excellence.

He can start today.

- Oh, today?

[kids chattering] But is this the right time?

- It's never too early to begin a lifetime path to excellence.

- Hey, did you know today's Fruit Leather Friday?

This school might not be so bad.

- Ms. Marjorie, thank you.

But Tommy won't be attending your school this year.

- You understand you only get one chance to apply, right?

- Yes, and we'll decide about preschool one day.

For now, Tommy's happy being a baby playing with his friends.

And I think that's excellent enough.

- Oh! Forgot to ask, do you validate?

- Did I do the right thing for Tommy?

- Definitely. Fruit leather?

- Man, do I need it.

[upbeat music]

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- Your Aunt Linda dropped off a birthday gift

that's a few months late, or a few months early.

Either way, rip it open, Chuckie!

- [grunts]

- [imitates trumpet]

Wow. Grown-up shoes.

Oh, it's all happening so fast.

Soon you're gonna have kids of your own

and I'm gonna be a grandpa,

hopefully with most of my teeth and my rusty oboe.

- [yawns]

- Oh, sweet dreams, little guy.

Don't grow up too fast.

[gentle music]

[mystical music]

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- [yawns]

[grunts, sighs]

[toilet flushes]

Whoa! [grumbles]

[spits]

[doorbell rings]

- Package for you, Mr. Chuckie, sir.

Also, you got some toothpaste all over your everything.

Well, have a good day!

And try not to wrestle any more toothpaste!

[laughs]

- Huh?

[breathing heavily]

- Is that growed up okay?

- Just need air...

- That growed up looks a lot like Chuckie.

- It is Chuckie! I mean, it's me!

- Sounds like Chuckie,

but that's not chuckie's body, for sure.

- How is this postible?

- I don't know. Whoa!

I woke up, sawed I was a growed up,

and ran here really fast!

- Those cool shoes must have made you even faster!

- [gasps] That's it!

Aunt Linda sent me new shoes for my birthday present

and they must have turned me into a growed up obernight!

- No way!

I put my mommy's shoes on all the time,

and I never turned into a growed up.

- Yeah, he just falls...a lot.

- I heard that birthday presents can give you

growed up powers because they're special.

- Oh! Okay!

I'll just take these off so I can go back to being a kid.

- Oh, wait, Chuckie. Can we come with you

to see what it's like being a growed up?

- Yeah, I want to see what those growed ups do

when they say they need a little break.

- Please, Chuckie! - We'll be your best friends!

- But I don't know how to be a growed up.

- Ah, don't worry, Chuckie.

We could figure out how to be growed ups together.

- So, how do growed ups go to town?

[car horn honks]

- Enjoy the new wheels, Mr. Chuckie!

[tires screech]

[all cheering and laughing]

- You're too big!

- Stop, Chuckie! - Brace for impact!

- This is how it ends! - Oh, sorry.

I forgetted I'm supposed to sit in a growed up seat.

I never rided a bike before,

so I'm gonna take it nice and slow.

[upbeat music]

[all cheering]

- I guess I do know how to ride a bike!

- Just sign here and the ramp's all yours, Graham.

I literally cannot wait to see you test it out!

all: [screaming] - Whoa, Mr. Chuckie!

- Or see Mr. Chuckie test it out.

- Wow!

There's so many places to go be growed ups.

Where do you guys wanna go first?

- How about the place with all the balloons

we're about to crash into?

all: [hollering]

[tires screech]

- That was the sickest thing ever.

- You want balloons and we got 'em.

Money papers, please!

- Do you guys have any money papers?

- Nope.

- I do not even know what that means.

- Me either. - You know, in your pocket.

- Dude, you could buy all our balloons with those.

- Do it, Chuckie!

- Money papers! - We're rich!

- I gotta say, I'm starting to like being a growed up.

[stomach rumbles] - Uh-oh.

The monster in my tummy needs food now.

- We could go to that truck

with a giant ice cream cone on top.

- But we can't have ice cream. We haven't had our lunch yet.

- Tommy's right. Our mommy makes us eat

a bunch of green stuff a'fore we get any ice creams.

- Guess we better get started on these.

- Wait!

I'm the growned up here, and I say we can get ice cream.

- Ice cream! - We can?

- My tummy monster's gonna be so happy.

- This is the best day of my life.

- Uh, Mr. Chuckie, your bike's floating away.

- Mm.

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- Chuckie's Daddy, sir,

don't bother going to the ice cream truck

because they don't serve baby sizes.

It's so wrong.

- Um, I'm not my daddy, Angelica.

It's me, Chuckie. Whoa!

- How did you get to be a growed up before me?

- Well, Chuckie's Auntie Linda gave him special shoes...

- Save the story, Susie Carmichael!

The growed up working in the truck is gonna know

he's just a dumb baby

with a bunch of other dumb babies, so good luck!

- Here you go, Jake.

- Mm... - Mr. Chuckie!

What can I get for you and your adorable friends here?

- [whimpers]

- What's wrong, Chuckie? - I don't know what to ask for.

- Wait. You're with a bunch of babies?

That means,

you each must want a big ol' sundae!

- Being a growed up is officially

the greatest thing ever happened to me.

Thank you, growed-up shoes!

- Thank you! - Thank you, shoes!

- Best thing ever!

[all snoring]

- [giggles]

So what do you guys want to do now?

[doorbell jingles]

[all gasp]

- Toy store! - Hold up, Mr. Chuckie.

You need to clean up the mess you made

because that's what grownups do.

Here.

- Enjoy being a growed up, Finster!

[laughs] - [sighs]

Ah.

[yelping]

[laughter]

- Uh, guys.

I don't mind carrying all these bags much,

but I didn't get to pick a toy.

And we're all out of money papers.

- Don't worry, Mr. Chuckie,

you can play with one of our toys.

- Yeah, Mr. Chuckie, let's go to the playground!

[all laughing and cheering]

- "Mr. Chuckie"?

[laughter]

Whoa! Oof!

- Mr. Chuckie, are you okay?

- Oh, no! Toy down! [grunting]

Stay with me, Ted! - I am not okay.

Tommy, you said we were all gonna figure out

how to be growed ups together,

but I feel like I'm doing this all by myself.

- Oh, we're sorry, Mr. Chuckie.

- And another thing.

Why is everyone calling me Mr. Chuckie all of a sudden?

- Oh, I don't know. It just comes out that way.

Hey, I know what will make you feel better.

Let's play alien in-traitors! [all singing]

To the repair station!

- Reporting for duty, Captain Tommy.

- Uh-oh.

An alium ship's attacking us! What do we do, Captain Tommy?

- Report to your tattle stations!

Susie, fly us out of here!

Phil and Lil, power up your laser beams!

And Mr. Chuckie, get ready to blast!

[dramatic music]

[ship whooshes]

[screen beeping] [lasers chirping]

- Laser beams are powered, Tommy!

- Great! Blast, Mr. Chuckie!

[engine whirs down]

- Oh, no. My growed-up strength broke the button!

- Without those laser beams, we're in big trouble!

We gotta get out of this space ship!

- Quick! To the escape pod!

[alarms blaring]

- Guys! Help! I'm stuck!

- [gasps]

[all grunting]

- We're trying, but you're too big!

- And we're running out of time!

- We gotsta go! - Come on, guys!

[both grunting]

[both panting]

- [whimpering, screams]

- [laughs] Man.

You were stuck in that tube

like my thumb in a bowling ball!

But seriously, best stay out of playground tubes, Mr. Chuckie.

- Stucked in the playground tube

and now a firefighter scolded me!

Could this day get any worser?

- Mr. Chuckie! I need new socks!

I losted one and then I losted the other one.

- Hold my toys, Mr. Chuckie!

I'm so tired!

- I'm cranky and I don't know why.

Tell me a joke, Mr. Chuckie!

- Uh, before you do that stuffs, Mr. Chuckie,

um, could you change my daipie?

- Oh, no. This is too much!

You guys are treating me like a real growned up

instead of your friend.

I'm going back to being a baby right now!

- But Mr. Chuckie! [babies whining and crying]

- How do you take these off? Are they stuck on me forever?

No, no! Nooo!

[gasps]

I'm back! Baby body, baby problems.

[dramatic music]

Whoa!

- Well, good morning, little man.

I know these sticky straps can be a lot to handle,

but once you practice, it's actually fun.

See, will you look at that?

At least a whole size too big.

[chuckles]

I guess you're not wearing these shoes today.

Come on, little guy, I'll make your favorite pancakes

with the blueberries made into a smiley face.

And after I clean up the big mess,

we'll go for a nice long bike ride in the park

until Daddy's legs get tired and I can't feel them anymore.

[upbeat music]

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