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[bright music]

♪ ♪

[horn honks]

- Ta-da!

♪ ♪

- ♪ Here comes the bride ♪

♪ All sparkle-fied ♪

♪ Here comes the groom ♪

♪ Smells like shampoo ♪

Chuckie. Where's my orchestra?

[triangle chimes]

- I'm sorry, Angelica.

I was looking at Cynthia in her dress,

and I forgetted where I was 'opposed to play and--

- How do you think I feel?

It's not every day your best friend gets married

and asks you to be her wedding planner.

Everything has to be perfect for her and Cyrus.

What if this had been the real wedding,

not just the rehearsal?

If even one thing goes wrong, Cynthia is gonna be furious.

- I'll go practice.

- Uh, Angelica?

I don't know if I'll be able to find a cake like this picture.

- Tommy, my client 'pecifically requested a giant cake

with lots of frosting.

Make it happen. - Okay. I'll keep looking.

- Do you, Cynthia, take Cyrus

to be your awfully wetted husband?

In sunshine and rain and even when a wolf huffs and puffs

and blows your house down?

- Not bad, Susie Carmichael.

That'll get the guests bawling for sure.

Lil!

- Just a minute.

Ta-da!

- You see this, babies?

This is how you make a flower arraignment.

- I'm done with crud-sweeping duty.

Can I make flowers now, too?

- No, that's Lil's job. You missed a spot.

- Thanks for picking up the cake, bro.

- Hey, it's not every day our dad wins an award

for volunteering.

So let's see this fancy confection.

- Were they having a sale on beige and boring?

- I told the bakery I wanted minimalist.

How was I supposed to know that means "nothing on it at all"?

- Uh, because that's kind of the definition of minimalist?

- No biggie. We'll decorate it ourselves.

White icing, fresh raspberries--simple, elegant.

- Excellent idea,

if we want to make Pop miserable.

Obviously we need to make big frosting flowers.

- This is just like when we were kids

and you made Dad that overdone birdhouse.

What bird needs turrets and balconies?

- My birdhouse had heart.

Yours was a broken pile of gray wood.

- It was post-modern.

How about you decorate one side of the cake your way

and I'll decorate the other side my way

and we'll see which one Dad likes more?

- You're on. Where's your blowtorch?

- [giggles]

- Time for you two to get the wedding rings.

They're in the little blue box on the table by my bed.

Oh, Cynthia.

I'm so happy you chose me to be your wedding planner.

You're not authorized to touch anything else!

Who else would think of mini marshmallows

as party favors?

[scarfs]

- Lil, just us and all Angelica's toys.

- [grunts, laughs] We might never have this chance again.

Come !Grab a toy!

- Hoo-wah! Ba ba ba ba!

- Phil! Lil! The wedding starts in five minutes!

Where are you?

- Oops. [gasps] Where's the rings?

- I don't know. You had 'em.

You was trying 'em on.

- Oh, yeah. Dolly rings are so tiny.

I put 'em on the table or the bed or the floor.

I'll find them.

Go tell Angelica a joke or show her something gross.

Maybe two somethings.

- [pants] So there's this frog named Rupert--

- Get that rodent out of my event space.

Where's Lil? It's time to do Cynthia's hair!

- She's, uh, making the rings shinier.

How about I do Cynthia's hair?

- You? [laughing]

- What about this, Angelica?

- Cynthia-Ahhs are everyday food,

not special 'casion food.

This is a wedding planner's nightmare.

I need a moment...

Chuckie!

- Go with Tommy and find a real cake.

And, Phil, Cynthia's waiting at the beauty parlor,

and she's looked at all the toe colors twice,

so go get Lil now!

- Oh, hello.

I was trying to remember where I putted the rings.

I thought brushing the horsey would help.

It did not.

- Angelica needs you.

I bet it involves glitter.

- I cannot be in two places at once.

- I offered, but she said only you can do it.

Then she laughed, the mean laugh.

- Why can't you go?

[gasps]

Go pretend to be me while I find the rings.

- Okay.

- That is almost as big

a catastrophe as when you wrote Pop that poem.

- Hey "Ode to a Daddy Dear" was a classic.

O, father of mine,

you're clearly the best,

even though you insist

on wearing that vest. - [laughs]

It barely even rhymes. He liked my song way better.

♪ Who's the number-one dad? ♪

♪ You are ♪

♪ You're so awesome ♪

♪ You're also number two ♪

- Ha! Was it about Dad or potty training?

[grunts]

Your ridiculous flowers are wrecking the cake.

- Maybe it would rather

be wrecked than be decorated by you.

- Cakes don't have opinions, Stu.

They're cakes.

- You did it.

You created Cynthia's dream wedding cake.

- And don't forget Cyrus.

I can tell he likes a good jazzberry.

- Hey, Lil.

- Finally, Lil!

- Uh, that's me. Uh, here.

- Wow, Lil.

I never thought Cynthia's hair could look that nice.

- And I gave her a pedicure.

- Oh! [gasps]

She's like a unicorn, if a unicorn had two feet.

- Yeah. Lil always pays 'tention to details.

- Lil...

every bride deserves to feel like a princess on my big day.

You did a excellent job.

- Thanks, Angelica. I bet Phil would have, too.

[laughter]

- High-fashion hair and funny jokes--walk with me.

Share your thoughts on the juice box fountain.

Someone tell Phil

to stop messing around and bring the rings.

- I'll go. She--I mean he-- uh, knows me best.

- All right, fine. But hurry!

- Lillian, This is no time for a nap.

- The rings are gone, Phillip, losted,

nowhere on Dearth.

We have to tell Angelica. [sobs]

- No!

They got to be here somewhere. Did you check your diapie?

- First thing.

- Your hairs? - Of course.

- Your duck? - [gasps] Oh, yay, yay, yay!

Now I can come do fun wedding stuffs with you.

- Uh, why don't you stay here?

I mean, who knows if you'll ever get to boop that horsey

on the nose again?

[chuckles]

- Lil, across from Tommy, like we rehearsed.

[triangle chimes]

♪ Here comes the bride, best friend of mine ♪

- Hold on! [children gasp]

- Phil, the wedding already started--get out.

- But Cynthia and Cyrus

can't get marrieded without the rings.

- Lil--I mean, Phillip, can I talk to you?

- Why, certainly, Lillian?

- Hey. What's going on?

- Why are you pretending to be me?

- 'Cause you're pretending to be me.

Give me back my bow.

- No. I want to do Lil things.

They're way funnerer than Phil stuff.

I never get to make flowers or do hair

or be Cynthia's maid of goner.

- So? I never get to do Phil things,

like sweep or get a frog out of Chuckie's hair

or lots of other fun things.

- Better get back, Lil.

- Where are you going?

There's only one Lil--me.

- But I have the bow.

- And I have a extra.

- What else don't I know?

- Babies and gentlemen, we are here today

to join Cynthia and Cyrus in holy macaroni.

If anyone here has something to say,

speak now or forever hold your pee.

- Forever?

I've barely been able to hold it for this long.

- I do. That's not Lil. That is an impasta.

- That's the impasta.

- Lil and Lil, stop making this about you.

This wedding is supposed to be about me--

I mean Cynthia and me.

- I thought there was something different about that Lil.

- Yeah. For one thing, she's wearing Phil's shorts.

- It's true. I'm Phil.

I was pretending to be Lil

while Lil looked for the rings we losted.

And then everyone said nice stuffs about Lil,

so I stayed.

- We say nice stuffs about you, too, Phil.

Nobody gets a frog out of Chuckie's hair betterer.

- Phillip, it doesn't matter who wears the bow.

Right, everybody?

- Bows are nice. - I wear whatever I want.

- Whatever.

I think of you as basically the same baby anyway.

Now, places! I have a wedding to finish!

And Cynthia and Cyrus have a train to catch to Hawaii!

- Just a few feet more, Pop.

- Surprise! - Surprise!

- Your sons made you a cake.

We're all so proud of your award.

- Oh, boys, come here.

[splat]

- Stu did it. - It was Drew's fault.

- [sighs] This reminds me of when you were young.

Me always coming into your room to break up your silly fights.

Ooh, raspberries and frosting flowers.

- Simple. - Frosting for the win.

[babies babbling] - Ew!

Why can't babies use spoons like cymbalized people?

- Maybe because eating with your hands is just plain fun.

Hey, when did Cynthia and Cyrus get hitched?

Did I miss the wedding?

- Grandpa, keep up. Things happen fast around here.

- Ah, not too fast, I hope.

[upbeat music]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Susie. Am I dreaming?

- Nope. This is as real as that diaper rash you had last week.

- Oh, that turned out to be dried-up jelly.

- Either way.

Now, Naia, we picked a good day for you to meet Tommy's toys.

[babies chattering]

Those aren't toys. That's Phil and Lil.

- Whoever made this mess is gonna be in big trouble.

- Mm. Aha, yeah. Yeah.

Hey, Pop, come see what I did. - Tommy.

Your dad's tattling on himself.

- Now, that's the best thing I've seen all day.

I've been looking for my orthopedic

back hook everywhere. [both grunting]

[groans]

- This is bigger than backs, Pop.

I reprogrammed Duffy, and now, behold, our new, smarter home.

Duffy, commence epic light show.

- Of course. For you, Mr. P.,

I shall make it additionally epic.

[babies gasp, laughing]

[upbeat music plays]

- Thanks to me, Duffy now has a super brain

which can control every device in this house,

including some non-devices that I...

device-ified.

See this mess?

Duffy, activate toy box clean-up.

- My pleasure. Activating toy box clean-up.

- [grunts] Hey. Hey.

- I'm tellin' ya, Pop, this new, smarter Duffy

is the way of the future.

Duffy, end light show.

[music stops]

- I always said the future was overrated.

Now, if you can get Duffy to make me a sandwich,

extra pepper jack, I'm all-in.

- Perfect. Duffy's new brain controls the toaster.

You'll have the best sandwich of your life.

- Wow, I never saw Duffy move stuff before.

Told you it was a good day to come here.

- Yeah. Duffy's new brain has stuper-powers.

- Oh, I wonder if he can teach my belly button to burp.

- Or turn my teeths into candy corns.

- Or make Tommy's diaper rashes not so scary.

- It was jelly.

Now, let's get stuff

and see what else Duffy's stuper brain can do.

- Duffy, close cupboard doors.

- At your service, Mr. P.

- Oh, 'cause that's something you need every day.

- Ah! [yodeling]

- And that's my new yodeling garbage disposal.

You can stop now, Duffy.

- I thought we were done with singing appliances

after the "operatic toilet" incident.

- I don't know how you can weave a belt

at a time like this.

I'm just a few steps away from using Duffy's super brain

to turn the entire house into its own security system.

- Is that so? - Yeah.

You just got to say, "Duffy, activate home security mode."

- Confirmed. Security mode.

[lock clicks]

- Did Duffy just lock us out?

- It looks like the kiddos are all right.

- Oh, yeah, we don't need to be worried about the babies,

unless Duffy thinks they're intruders.

We should really get back inside.

- I bet Duffy's stuper brain

can help us build a spaceship out of blocks.

[babbling incoherently]

I'll go get him.

[babies gasp]

- What's going on? - Ooh, prettyful green light.

- Wow. - Whoa.

- That's not norman.

- Intruders detected. - Aah!

- Is he talking to us?

Aah!

- Step away from the toy box.

Activating toy protection.

[alarm blaring]

- [gasps]

- No.

- [grunts, shouts]

- Whoa! Hey!

[ominous music]

[baby shouting indistinctly]

Hey, you just took toys from the wrong babies!

No one puts Naia in the closet.

- Something must be wrong with Duffy.

- Intruders are rather small. Recalculating.

Possible possums.

Activating Vermin Voice Intimidation.

Leave this house at once.

- [barking]

- First, Duffy tookeded away our toys,

then shineded lights in our eyes,

a-a-and scareded Spike,

and now he's telling us to get out of my house?

Well, we're not gonna take it anymore.

Let's get that stuper brain out of him

and make everything go back to norman.

Come on!

[dramatic music]

- [grunting]

The most direct way to get inside would be

to bypass the biometric authorization restrictions...

- My window's open. - Pop, I'm problem-solving.

Can you just--

Of course.

I only had time to program security mode

for the first floor.

- But the ladder is locked in the garage.

- No need.

Per my manipulation, this drone will deactivate Duffy

in seconds.

Easy.

- Oh.

- Ha ha. - [groans]

- All we gots to do is get up there and turn off Duffy.

Easy.

- Kitchen intruders, freeze and prepare to be frozen.

- Aah! Flyin' ice cubies! - Rain freeze.

- That's what he meant.

- Tommy, no. You don't have shoes.

- These little piggies will just have to get cold.

- We got you, Tommy.

- Not today.

- When you grab out the stuper brain, drop it down to me.

- Thanks, Susie.

Time to stop Duffy once and for all.

- Tommy, look out!

- [grunts]

- New device detected. Initiating control sequence.

New device takeover complete.

Well done, me.

- Oh! Cheddar on a flapjack.

- What's wrong? - Minor setback.

Duffy took control of the drone,

which, in any other situation would be totally awesome.

Maybe I can recalibrate the transponder

in this controller and-- - Stu.

You're an incredibly smart inventor.

But the way to get inside

has been in our hands the whole time.

- Someday I'll invent a father who makes sense...

- I guess Duffy calleded a friend to fly him out of here.

But we'll find some way to get that stuper brain.

- Maybe we just ask him real nice?

- I can grab it,

if it just comes a little closer.

- Here, brainy, brainy.

[grunting]

- Activating Removal of Possible Possums.

[babies scream] - [barking]

- Doggy power!

- Spikey! - Doggy to the rescue!

- Thank sevens. - Chuckie, Susie, follow me.

Phil, Lil, you help Spikey keep Duffy

'stracted while we get stuffs.

- You got it, Tommy. - Go, Phillip.

- Woof woof woof woof.

Ugh.

- [continues barking]

- [grunting] I think I know how to beat Duffy.

I just gots to find the right toy to do it.

- Can't we hide until all this is over?

- Great idea, Chuckie.

Susie, grab that basket and follow me.

- You got it. Great plan, uh, whatever it is.

- And, Chuckie, you bring the butterfly net.

- That wasn't my idea at all.

- Yeah, yeah... [chuckles]

- Pop, is now really the time for handicrafts?

A rope...

and a...grappling hook?

- I knew you'd get there.

Let's show Duffy who's the real genius.

- It's me, right? I'm the real genius?

[dog continues barking]

- Slow down, Mr. Table.

- Whoa. Whoa.

- Hold on, Phil and Lil.

You guys know what to do.

- Yep. - Do we?

- Chuckie, if something bad happens,

take good care of Teddy for me.

- Just like he was my own.

- Intruders, get out now.

Intruders, get out now.

- [grunting]

♪ ♪

Whoa!

Now!

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

- Ha ha! Go, Tommy. - Take his brain out.

- Get him!

- No! - Aah!

- Nice try, small intruder or possible possum.

Get thee gone.

- No stuper-brain Duffy

is gonna take my bestest friend away!

♪ ♪

- [barks, growling]

[babies grunting]

- Yay! - Yeah.

- [panting]

- Chuckie, you did it!

My house is back to norman.

- I did? It is?

- [gasps] Naia. You're okay.

- Don't worry. We're going home soon.

- Here we are, kids. - We got you.

Come here, scout. - They're okay.

The super brain!

Spike, no!

Oh, it's ruined.

But, hey, at least we know that the Security Mode worked

and that everything is perfectly fine.

- You call this fine? - Sure. We'll clean it up.

Didi's not due back for an hour.

- Stu, I got done early.

Oh, and there was the cutest little blanket.

- Duffy, a little help here.

- Oh, and I saw the sweetest wind chimes...

- Of course, Mr. P...