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[lively music]

- [laughs]

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- [laughs] - Ah, ah, ah!

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- [laughs] - Oh! Whaa!

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- Oh! [frog croaks]

- [dog groans]

[laughter]

- Ah! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

♪ ♪

[horn blares]

- Ohh. - Tada!

- Ah! Whoa!

- [laughs]

- Whoa! Ah!

- Aww!

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- Ten, 11,

September, uh, 40.

Ready or snot, here I come!

[doorbell dings]

- Lucy, thank goodness you're here.

Unless I should have called an ambulance,

in which case, we're wasting valuable time...

- Chas. What's the emergency?

- It's my first oboe injury.

Oh, I can't even look at it.

- Sweetie, why don't you go play with Chuckie

while I help his daddy's thumb?

- Oh, if only I had stuck with bassoon.

What am I saying?

I'd probably drop it on my feet and you'd be examining

all nine of my toes right now. - I, uh--

- That's a story for another time.

♪ ♪

- [chuckles]

- [laughs] I sneaked at you, Phil.

- Aww. How'd you find me?

- 'Cause you hide there every single time.

Oops. Ah! [grunts]

- Hide and sneak, my favorite.

Hey. Where's Chuckie? We always find him first.

- I don't know. I lookeded under the bed,

but the dust bunnies musta scareded him off.

- [grunts]

- There he is.

Chuckie, you founded yourself.

- You never hided this good afore, Chuckie.

- Didn't know you had it in ya.

- Thanks, guys. I think.

[beeping]

Lil, If you're gonna hide in my aminals,

you hafta put 'em back where they were.

[beep] Like, Mr. Muffle

can't be next to Mrs. Boo.

She scares him.

[beep] - Hm. What's that beep?

- Don't look at me. [beep]

- Junior Carpenters always do their best.

- It's not my trusty studriver.

♪ ♪

[beep] - [gasps]

- We know we're not beeping, but now I know who is.

It's Chuckie.

'Cept that's not our Chuckie.

- [laughs] A'course that's our Chuckie.

- Susie, did you have your nap yet?

- No, but that's not important right now.

I once watched a movie

with my daddy about these two scientists--

- After years of experiments gone horribly awry,

we've finally invented a creature that looks human.

- And it was all kinda worth it, Ramona.

He moves like a real person, but he's not.

He's a robot. - Hm.

- It's obbious. Scientists musta replaced

the real Chuckie last night when he was sleeping.

[beep]

- I've known Chuckie all my life,

so I know that's him, not a robot.

- I wanna believe that, Tommy,

but let's look at all the facts.

Chuckie was in a good hiding place,

for the firstest time ever.

He was glowing when he came out.

[beep] And now he's beeping.

- Yeah. What baby puts away his toys?

- Or even knows where they go?

- A robot baby, that's who.

- You have a thumb strain.

Lay off the leitmotif and in a few weeks,

you'll be back to getting down with your oboe sound.

- You clean your reeds, protect your embouchure,

and then this happens.

I tell you, Lucy,

the oboe road is a tough one to travel.

- Yeah, I hear that a lot. [laughs]

Actually, I don't. Mm-mm. Anyway, you're fine.

- While you're here, would you mind

checking a few of my other health concerns?

There's only...37.

Nope, I missed a page. 42.

- Quick, a'fore Chuckie comes back from the potty.

Who's gonna tell him he's a robot?

- I didn't even know robots went potty.

Those science peoples thought a' everything.

- Guys, I don't care how many toys he puts all in a row

or how many times he beeps,

that's our Chuckie.

'Sides, robots don't play hide and sneak.

- I know. We'll do spearmints.

My daddy says that's how you check to see if you're right.

If we ask Chuckie what he likes to do,

we'll know which one he is.

Baby or robot.

- Hey, Chuckie. Whatcha wanna play now?

- A circus full of clowns?

Puppets making mud pies?

Or Reptar?

[beep] - You hafta ask?

Reptar, a'course.

I'll go set up his space cave.

- We need more proof.

They might make robots now who like Reptar.

A'sides, my daddy says a good scientist

always does at least three tests.

[beep]

- We wait till he comes looking for us

and then we'll all say, "Boo."

And if he's our Chuckie, which he is,

he'll get a'scared and he'll-- - Cry?

- Scream? - Poop?

- You're right. He might do all three.

- I feel bad scaring Chuckie,

but I just know it's the only way to proof--

- Cave's ready. all: Ah!

[beep] - What're you doing back there?

- Uh, nothing.

Uh, did we scare ya, Chuckie?

- No.

- Gosh, I sure am hungry.

Got any bolts or magnets or tin cans to chew on, Chuckie?

- Uh, I do, um, maybe, but those aren't foods.

[beep] It sounds like

you need a cookie.

C'mon.

- Good call, Tommy.

This test will tell us for sure.

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- Looks like root rot. - Ahh!

- [laughs] I'm just messing with ya.

It's dandruff.

- And you said my neck pain was from a bad pillow,

my 'chicken pox' were freckles,

and my appendicitis was just gas.

- Yep, yep, and yep.

My work here is done and so is my tea, so---

- Sorry, sorry, last one.

Number 42.

My cupcakes taste salty.

So does my coffee, toothpaste, and pretty much any sugar.

- Hmm, this is an actual medical mystery, Chas.

Step into my office. I mean, your living room.

My bag's in there. I wanna check you over again.

- B'nilla or choco chip?

Take your time.

- Choco chip, please.

- But you never had that kind a'fore.

You always take b'nilla 'cause you know you like it.

- Today I'm trying something new.

- But that one is not your kind of cookie.

Our Chuckie always takes b'nilla.

- Tommy. That was a perfectly good cookie.

I 'spect that from Phil or Lil, but you?

- Now he's cleaning food off the floor?

[scoffs] That's a robo-baby if I ever see'd one.

- Yeah, what other proof do you need?

- On second thought, I don't want this--

- Ha, uh, see?

- 'Cause it was on the floor. Got another one?

I can't wait to try chocolate chip.

- Don't worry. I have one more test

before we start calling him Ruckie.

That's his robot name. I just made it up.

- [laughing]

[playing sounds]

[beep] - Tommy, can I borrow

your studriver for no reason?

- There are so many things to take apart.

- Ruckie--I mean, Chuckie.

Can you lift up your shirt for me for no reason?

- My shirt?

Uh, okay, I guess,

but I feel like there has to be a reason.

- Where is it? [beep]

There's gotta be a place to open you up.

- Check his back. - Yeah, it's gotta be there.

- C'mon, Chuckie. Blast one of your stuffed animals

with your robot laser beams.

- I would never do that even if I had laser beams.

And stop spinning me! Uh!

- Time to see what all these buttons do.

Boop, boop, boop, bop bop bop.

[beep] - Ah, ah, whoa!

- He's a candy-giving robot.

- Aww, the best kind.

- What is it, Lucy?

You look like you're gonna faint.

- Mm-hmm, I may.

Chas, are you taking any new medication?

- Yes, for my allergy to loose change.

I try to avoid coins,

but I just can't stop collecting them.

- Dysgeusia. - Gesundheit.

- No. You have dysgeusia.

It can give you, uh, kinda bad breath.

But it also makes things taste salty or too sweet or bitter.

Ask your doctor to switch up your meds

and you'll be good to go.

- Oh. That's a relief.

Well, not the bad breath part, but thanks, Lucy.

[beep] Does it cause you

to hear things, too?

- So you all think I'm a robot?

But how could you all think that?

- After we heard you beeping, we did a bunch of tests.

- What beeping? [beep]

That's not me.

I thought that was Phil and Lil making noises.

- We don't make noises. [stomach rumbles]

- [burps] Correction. We don't beep.

- It just kinda seems if I was a robot,

I'd know it, wouldn't I? [beep]

But maybe not.

It has been kind of a confusing day.

What about you, Tommy?

Do you think I'm a robot, too?

- I didn't at first, but now--

I decided either way it's okay with me.

'Cause whether you're a Chuckie-baby

or a Chuckie-robot,

you'll always be our Chuckie-friend.

So here's your new favoritestest cookie.

[beep] - [gasps] Uh!

[laughs] - That's my tickleiest spot.

- Wait, that's it!

You're our Chuckie!

You can't tickle a robot.

[beep] - You're right.

In my whole life, I never, ever saw a robot laugh.

- But candy robot, though. - So sad.

[beep] - Huh?

I had Smoke Detector Battery Changing Day

on my calendars for next week.

- Seems that holiday came early.

- Now I'll have to redo all my calendars,

but it's worth it.

Safety first!

- So that beep wasn't me after all.

- Nope. You're our Chuckie.

[farting]

- It was Lillian. - It was Philip.

- Whoever it was, it sure wasn't a robot.

Only babies make that sound.

[all laugh]

♪ ♪

- Well, Charlotte, all set to host your first

Cookies With Your Council Person event?

- Of course, Jonathan. I love cookies.

Silly. I meant 'people.'

- I drew that freehand in icing.

Took all night, no big deal.

- If I do say so myself, I look fabulous frosted.

- And that sparkling sugar really accents your cheekbones.

- They say sprinkles take off 10 years.

[phone chimes] - Oh. It's time.

Betty, standby for crowd control.

- Welcome to Cookies with your Council Person.

Form a line, please.

We need crowd control like a mermaid needs high heels.

- Welcome, constituents.

Questions for Council Person Pickles?

- Are these cookies gluten-free?

- [groans] - Thank you so much for coming.

How about a quick photo on your way out?

- Ah, here you go, pups.

I may have a few left over.

- Not so fast.

My mommy's face, my cookies.

- But we want one too, Angelica.

- Yeah. There's enough for all of us.

One, seven, four...

- Susie Carmichael, that shows what you know

about cookie math.

One for me.

And two more for me,

another for me.

There you go.

- Aw, I really wanted a cookie.

- I counted right, Angelica.

- Mommy giveded them to us. - Those are ours.

- Give back those cookies.

[babies arguing]

- Ugh, you all want a cookie? Here.

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[whispering] Cynthia, can you believe

I had to share my last cookie?

Is there no justice?

- I can't play to such a small crowd again, Jonathan.

It's a waste of my charisma.

- Mm-hmm. Preach, girl.

- Ugh, you all want a cookie? Here.

- Angelica's gone viral.

- Whatever that means, it was the babies' fault.

- It means you're going to be famous.

- I am?

- Absolutely, darling.

Everyone will know who you are.

- Which means everyone will know

who Council Person Pickles is, too.

[phone chimes] - It's Betty.

The coffeehouse is packed.

They want to see the "Sharing Angel."

Get us back there.

- Angel? That's a broad term.

- Did you hear that, Cynthia?

We're gonna be famous.

[indistinct chatter]

- Oh, there she is! - The Sharing Angel.

- Over here. - How cute!

[crowd clamoring]

- Huh. I wonder if Angelica did something nice.

[all laughing]

- Did you see that?

And all I did was walk in.

I've been walking for months now, and no one ever clapped.

- I'm famous! I'm famous!

- For what?

- Just being me.

I can do anything I want.

Like...watch.

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Excuse me, please? Is this the line for cookies?

- It's the Sharing Angel.

- I just wanted to share with my little friends over there.

- She makes me wanna be a better person.

- Fresh out of the oven,

our Sharing Angel Snickerdoodle.

Can't make 'em fast enough.

- Thanks, Aunt Betty. Love 'em!

- Your mother thought you might be missing

your prize Cynthia Horse,

so I zipped over to your house to get it.

- Being famous keeps getting better and better.

[munching] - Hi, Sharing Angel.

Can I hold your Cynthia horse?

- Are you kidding me?

Even Cynthia doesn't get to do that.

I mean, this is my favoritest Cynthia horse.

And now I am going to share it with my biggest fan.

Here you go. Careful. Watch the tail.

- Wow, thank you. Can I borrow its comb too?

[gritting teeth]

- That's my little girl.

I'm lucky I can balance a challenging career

as your Council Person with being a dedicated mom

and role model to such a giving child.

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[laughter]

- Tag, you're it, Chuckie.

- Aw, why am I always "it"?

I don't even know what "it" is.

- Stop whatever dumb baby game you're playing,

I got a 'nouncement.

- Don't you have Famous Angelica stuff to do?

- I'm not Angelica, I'm the Sharing Angel

and you babies are all gonna be my followers.

- Sure. Follow you where?

- You're not even walking.

- Or making sense.

- Ugh. Never mind.

Let's move on to the next thing you're gonna be

my bobbyguards.

- What's a bobbyguard?

- It's simple, Tommy.

You get to keep my fans away from my stuff.

- Like when that nice boy

brusheded your Cynthia horse's hair?

- That can never happen again.

That's where you bobbyguards come in.

You see kids coming towards me, get in the way.

Like this.

Come get the snake.

- Ah! - [grunts]

- Any questions?

My fans! All here to see me!

'Member everything we talked about?

- Yup. Keep them away from your stuff at all times.

- That's right.

Hey, why is nobody looking at me?

- But you said famous people

don't let anyone look 'em in the eyes.

- What if you was a famous monster and only haded one eye?

Could people look then?

- Monsters don't care who looks at 'em, Lillian.

- Do too, Phillip! - Hello?

There's different rules for bobbyguards.

You can look at me.

♪ ♪

Maybe not that much.

I missed you!

- Thank you. And may I say, these last few days

you have been like a distant niece to me--

- Your giant doorbell that plays your song,

your moveable fake fireplace,

your hard plastic couch.

- Ohh, look at that fancy dollhouse.

Bet you'd love to share it with other children, wouldn't you?

- But Mommy, do I hafta share my favoritest toy?

- It's your brand, darling.

If you want to stay famous,

you've got to keep doing what you're famous for.

Okay, who is it I'm meeting with

and how long do I have to smile?

- Remember, no one touches my Cynthia Perfect Penthouse.

Or heads will bowl.

- First Angelica was talking 'bout eyes and now heads?

What's next? - Butts.

Think about it.

♪ ♪

- You're welcome.

My pleasure.

Here you go.

Next.

- No eyes. Just talk.

- You have one minute. - Um, okay.

I'm Nina and I've been waiting to meet you for a long time,

and I practiced what I was gonna say

- Ugh, when is this kid gonna stop talking?

Where's Aunt Betty with the cookies?

I wonder how long I gotta sit here.

I hope Cynthia wore her sunscreen.

I wonder if sunscreen comes in vanilla?

Oh, I wish I had a pink and orange dress--

- So it's really okay?

- Uh, sure.

- The Sharing Angel gave me

her Cynthia Mod Mod London Chair!

- [laughs] - What just happened?

- Well, you told that girl Nina that she could have something

to 'member you by, and she picked

that little chair outta your Cynthia dollhouse.

- But--but that's not sharing!

That's giving!

- We thought maybe your ponytails were too tight

so you forgetted that you don't give away your toys.

- You're apposed to be my bobby guards and protect me,

not let people take my stuff!

What if she had taken the mini-fridge

or the dragonfish aquarium

or the rooftop telescope?

- Um, but she didn't. - But someone else might.

And no one takes stuff from Angelica Pickles.

- You're not Angelica anymore, remember?

You're the Sharing Angel.

- Ugh! [groans]

- Good thing her fans don't know the real Angelica.

- Hmm.

[laughs]

- And may I just say how great it was

to share this day with you?

Who wants cookies?

- Direct from Betty's Beans.

Right down the street.

- Thank you, Aunt Betty.

Would anyone like to share with me?

Oh, but first, let me give some to my dear friends...

babies who knew me even before I was famous.

[crowd awws]

A'member what to do.

[gasps] No! I can't do it!

These cookies are mine!

Mine, mine, mine!

[munching] [babies crying]

[all gasp]

- What happened, sweetheart?

- I don't know, Mommy.

I was just so hot and tired.

Do I still get to be the Sharing Angel?

- Oh, no, darling.

Once a viral trend is over, it's over.

♪ ♪

- Blech! - Wait! Come back!

We still have pinwheels and bumper stickers.

And you get to meet Council Person Pickles.

I knew it wouldn't last.

- And that is how you get to keep all your stuff.

Thanks, babies. You did good.

- We didn't do anything.

You did it all by yourself.

- [laughs]

- Whoa, Eve.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

- That we shouldn't go anywhere near

those Sharing Angel cookies

because they've been scandalized?

- Uh, yeah.

Or we eat them all since nobody wants them.

♪ ♪