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[drum roll and cymbal crash]

[upbeat music]

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- [laughs]

- [whining fretfully]

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- [yelps] [frog croaking]

[laughter]

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[horn honks]

- [yowls] - Ta-da!

Ugh! - [chuckles]

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- Aw! - [chuckles]

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[upbeat musical flourish]

- Are you excited for the carnival, sweetheart?

- I sure am, Daddy!

I'm gonna win every prize they got!

- As you deserve, princess.

But some games might not be as easy as they look.

- If they're so hard, I should get a prize just for trying!

- Now, darling, that's not how we win in life.

Remember the three P's Ms. Marjorie taught you.

Practice, patience, and...

- Purple? - Perseverance, dear.

It means never giving up.

Ms. Marjorie sets excellent goals.

- Oh, hey, a penny. Could be lucky...

- That's how I'll win! Thanks Daddy!

- There they are! My model parents.

Always first to volunteer.

Let's get you set up at your kettle corn station.

- I thought "volunteer"

meant getting our friends to work the fair.

- Drew, Ms. Marjorie is a visionary,

and if her vision for us

is handing out sugar-sweetened corn,

then we must lean into the life lesson.

- Hey Angelica! You ready to try your hand at Dart Ball?

- Am I ever, Mr. Susie's Daddy!

Those bullseyes won't know what hit them.

Do your stuff, penny.

- Oh, yeah!

Get inside those dart balls' heads!

Or hit mine. - Sorry!

Must've been a deflective ball.

[grunts]

- Well, you can throw!

Hey, here's some more balls, try again.

I'll get that runaway.

- You're not a lucky penny at all!

Now, how am I gonna win prizes?

- Hey, Angelica! Check out this smudge on my tummy.

Doesn't it look kinda like Cynthia?

- [grunts]

[gasps]

[quirky dramatic music]

Don't move.

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Thomas Baldy-Bean Pickles!

That's a good-luck smudge.

We've got a certified miracle on our hands!

- Uh, it's not on my hands. It's on my tummy.

Were you listening?

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- That blotchedy belly mark

is supposed to be a good luck charm?

- Yep! All's I got to do is stand real close to Angelica

and then she wins every time!

- [squealing happily] - Tin Can Knock Down Champion!

All right, prize or cardboard apple?

- Prize, of course! - You sure?

The cool thing about the apple is they are for--

- Thanks Uncle Stu, but I gotta go.

You schmooze, you lose!

- Wow, Colby Clay! It gots all the bestest colors

and you can make the bestest stuffs out of it!

- You can squish those icky blobs later,

after I win all the prizes.

- I thought it was

a blue potato shooting out laser beams.

- Nuh-uh!

It's an upside down piggy with stretch-edy legs. See?

- Potato, Lillian! - Piggy, Phillip!

- Maybe we should leave the smudge alone.

If something gives you good luck,

it could get mad and give you bad luck, too.

- For once, Finster's right! If any of you mess

with that smudge, who knows what will happen?

Like a volcano of green beans will come outta your nose!

And you'll have wet spaghetti for fingers.

And dry old leaves will get stuck in your hairs for life!

- Ew, wet spaghetti fingers?

- My nose can't handle that!

- That doesn't sound so bad.

- Leaves is itchy.

- You can count on me, guys. I won't let nothing bad happen.

- Whoo-hoo!

Dr. Susie's Mommy, can I have that kitty cat, please?

- You don't want an apple?

Because you know apples are what get you--

- No, thank you! Just the cat.

- Girl wants a cat whose head bobbles.

[chuckles] Can't fault her for that.

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- I thought we were just gonna hand out little bags

of pre-made popcorn, not become pioneers!

- Clearly, Ms. Marjorie is having us demonstrate

the value of hard work to the children.

It's a privilege to be messengers of her mission.

- Charlotte, I have thumb blisters.

- It's not that bad.

- Hey, Charlotte, hey, Drew.

Looks like we're carnival neighbors. [laughs]

Oboe karaoke is now open! [children cheering]

Who wants to sing "The Fishy Song"?

[oboe playing] [children cheering]

- Ms. Marjorie would say music builds focus.

- Ooh, lollipops. Rack 'em up, Aunt Betty.

- Bucket of balls, coming in hot!

- Come on, lucky smudge.

[laughing] Yay! I win again!

Skip the apple speech. I want the prize.

- Hey, how about some for all the pups, too?

Our little secret.

- Thanks, Aunt Betty!

See? Good luck for me is good luck for everybody!

All right, Tommy Smudgles, next game!

- Attention, everyone! In one minute,

we'll begin the presentation of this year's chalk mural.

On your way over, I invite you to stop by and pick up a bag

of delicious kettle corn,

fresh made by Charlotte and Drew Pickles.

- This can't be happening.

- Power through, dear,

and scoop with faster excellence!

- A captive audience!

Excalibur, it is time to shine!

[oboe playing]

- Stand here.

The smudge ought to make all this mural stuff be over fast.

- Oh. - Hey, Begley, nice bear!

What game had the fancy prize?

- [chuckles] Oh, Angelica.

It is not from a game. Didn't you see me?

I was the first to spin the Big Wheel.

- What are you talking about? - Ahem!

A hearty Whole Child Center thank you to all the parents

and role models who donated prizes for the Big Wheel.

Generous donations include a roll-around wagon,

a ride-along fire truck, pee-wee dressage lessons,

and a Cynthia Shimmering Disco Diva Play Set.

- [gasps]

- As the children already know, all you need

to spin the Big Wheel are five cardboard apples!

Now, without further ado, Ms. Marjorie.

- Thank you, Mr. Garth. This year's mural theme--

- Why didn't anybody tell me

what those dumb apples were for?

I gotta go play games right now!

- Ah, ah, ah, Angelica.

We're listening to Ms. Marjorie now.

- But, but--

- Supported by their own kelp forest.

Be that kelp forest!

That concludes our mural presentation!

- [yelps] Angelica, what are you doing?

- Taking luck into my own hands!

- Bullseye! - Apple, please!

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[laughter]

[gasps]

Hurry, Aunt Didi, apple, apple!

- Sure, Angelica--oh! - Thank you!

I'm ready to spin the wheel, Mr. Garth.

I have the cardboard apples, see?

- Good luck, Angelica.

- Ha! I've got all the good luck I need right next--

[gasps] Where's my lucky smudge?

- Angelica, your classmates are waiting.

Please respect their time. And mine.

[laughter] - Tommy!

Get over here right now!

- Tommy, don't do it.

You've already done enough for Angelica.

- You're at a carnival, for feet's sake.

You gotta have your own fun.

- But I can't take her smudge away

and give you guys bad luck.

- She said she'd let you play with clay and that wasn't true,

so maybe she's wrong about your smudge.

- If Angelica had a tummy smudge

that gave us good luck,

we'd still let her live her life.

- You're right, Chuckie.

But if it was for something really specials,

we'd want her to stand next to us too,

so I gotta do what's right.

- Thank you, Thomas. I won't regret this.

All right, lucky smudge, get me that Disco Diva Playset!

Come to mama!

- Tommy, what is that on your tummy?

Uh! My cerulean India ink Number 35.

- Here, this stuff work wonders.

Turns out, permanent markers aren't always so permanent.

- Aunt Betty, no!

- The smudge! - Angelica's good luck!

- Oh, please, let me win!

Oh, please let me win, please let me win!

Yes, yes, yes!

- The Ultimate Colby Clay Builder Set!

Winner, winner chicken dinner!

- No!

- Angelica, princess, are you all right?

- Do you need to go home?

Because if we have to leave our kettle corn stand,

we will, for our daughter!

- That was one lucky spin!

- Ugh! Clay is for gross, drooly babies.

- Tommy loves that stuff. You know,

Didi and I could finish out your kettle corn shift if you--

- Yes! - Please!

- [sighs loudly]

- Nice! Here you go, champ.

- If washing off my smudge didn't give us bad luck,

maybe it wasn't even a lucky charm the whole time!

- But that would mean Angelica won all those games by herself.

- Ugh! What's the point of being good at anything

if all you win is dumb lollipops and junk?

[quirky dramatic music]

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- Hey, did anybody win the free piano lessons I donated?

- I did! I did! I'm Kimi! And this is my mommy!

- Hello. I'm Kira Watanabe.

You were playing Maurice Ravel on your oboe.

Ravel is my favorite composer.

- Oh, mine, too!

Although, he's been dead a long time so now he's a...

both: Decomposer!

- That's my favorite orchestra joke!

Uh, I'm Chas Finster.

- Nice to meet you.

Guess I'll be calling you to set up those piano lessons.

- We'll all revel in Ravel. [chuckles]

Excalibur, I think today might be my lucky day.

- Mommy, why do I have to do this?

I don't even like fish!

- No whining, Angelica.

If Ms. Marjorie says there is a lesson to be learned here,

believe it!

Now, let's all scrub

with more responsible excellence!

[laughter]

[spooky music]

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- It's a--it's a, um-- oh, ooh!

Oh, what is that? A plate of spaghetti?

- With parmesan cheese? No. Asiago. Asiago!

[buzzer blares] [all yelp]

- Time's up!

- Whoa, Duffy, tone down the buzzer, will you?

- Ah! It's a brainstorm!

That's the brain, and this is like, rain coming down.

- Oh. - No, no.

I'm still seeing spaghetti.

- [chuckles] Duffy?

- Mr. P. is correct.

- Well, that settles it. Computers don't lie.

[wind howling] - Oh!

How did this get open?

[quirky upbeat music]

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- Hmm, a big pile of worms?

- Yeah, how'd you guess?

- Worms is the only thing he can draw.

- Is not, Lillian! Watch this!

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There! What do you call that?

- [gasps] It looks like Twinkle!

- Hey, you're right! Well, that's my turn.

Who wants to watch me eat the crayon?

- Hang on, who is Twinkle?

- Oh, our friend Twinkle.

- Huh? - Hmm?

- You guys never heard of him? We knowed him forever.

- How come we never met him?

- Maybe 'cause he only plays at our house.

- And we're the only ones he plays with.

- Well, congratulations, babies.

Thanks to your babbling, Dr. Cynthia

and me got distracted and lost our patient.

- Oh, they're probably behind the couch.

That's where Spike's toys always wind up.

- What's all the noise about anyway?

- Phil and Lil were just telling us

about their friend Twinkle.

- You two have a friend outside of these bean bags?

I'll believe that when I see it.

- Actually, me and Phil are the only ones who can see Twinkle.

- Oh, now I get it. Your friend's not real.

- 'Course he is! - Oh, yeah?

Prove it. What does he look like?

- He's tiny!

- He's giant! - I mean giant!

- Tiny!

- Ha! And where does he live?

- In the-- - Ground!

- Trees. In the underground trees.

- With the tunnel birds who eat pudding

made outta squished-up bugs

and--and make their nests out of monster nose hairs!

- Like I said, not real.

- You wouldn't say that if Twinkle was standing here!

- Yes, I would!

- That's good, 'cause he's right behind you!

[spooky music]

- [gasps]

Ha! Like I'd fall for that.

And if you babies think there's a real invisible

Twinkle around here who comes from a

bug-pudding-monster-nose-hair tunnel bird nest,

then you got your diapers on too tight.

- Hi, Twinkle! Wanna play with us?

- Can you see him, Tommy?

- Nah, but I don't have to.

- We're good if you're good. - Yeah!

Twinkle, you're gonna have a great time with us.

He's still here, right?

- Yep! [stomach growls]

And he wants a snack!

- A storm.

- Vertical lines! - A gust of wind.

[all stuttering]

- A broken zipper! - A bunch of lines!

[buzzer blares] [all yelp]

- Ship approaching! - Time's up!

- Ugh!

- A grasshopper! Downhill skiing!

- Mr. P. is correct!

- What? No, it's a waterfall!

[indistinct chatter]

- No oranges, they make Twinkle mad.

- Really mad!

Once, a mutant orange from outer space tried to peel him!

- And he never got over it.

- Okay. What else doesn't Twinkle like?

- Um, loud noises.

- And he's really a-scared of the dark.

- Sounds like my kinda friend!

- Yeah, except, if Twinkle gets really scared,

he gets really mad, and um, then, he--

- Turns into a big, mean beast!

- Um, don't worry, Twinkle!

We got lots of other snacks 'sides oranges.

[quirky dramatic music]

- Let's try this again, people.

- Can you believe it, Dr. Cynthia?

Those babies think that made up Twinkle person is more fun

than being patients in our surgery room!

We'll just have to prove he's not real.

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[drill whirring]

- My powder drill.

- Too loud, too loud!

Phillip, quick, cover Twinkle's ears!

- How many ears does this guy got?

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- [chuckles]

Found it!

[whirring stops]

both: Phew!

- Thank you, Susie.

Twinkle was getting pretty upset.

- Turning-into-a-beast kind of upset?

- I hope not.

Quick, let's play a game. Like, um--

both: The Twinkle dance!

- Twinkle goes first, of course, and then me.

Don't worry, you'll catch on quick.

[everyone babbling]

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- Doctor, I know this is a delicate operation,

but will Monkey ever be able to play the cymbals again?

Of course. But I must have absolute quiet.

[all babbling]

- Angelica, you wanna do the Twinkle dance with us?

- Can't you see I'm busy saving a musical career?

And there's no such thing as Twinkle!

How many times do I gotta prove it?

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- A little here. An enigmatic smile.

Eh?

- Wow, Didi, that's amazing.

It is a perfect replica of the--

[buzzer blares] - Time's up!

- Was there a mustache on the original?

- Uh, no.

- Couldn't one of you have just said,

"It's the Mona Lisa."?

- It's the Mona Lisa!

- Mr. P. is correct!

- Nope. Uh-uh.

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- Twinkle went this way.

- Did not! I've been right behind him the whole time!

- Well, Susie and Chuckie were right behind me,

and they saw which way he was going.

- So? Me and Tommy was following Twinkle, too!

[door slams] [all gasp]

- Did you hear that? Some invisible Twinkle thingie

just ran through here like his tail was on fire.

Too bad all your arguing made him run away forever.

Oh, well. Now we can play

Doc McDingaling's 'mergency room. Who's first?

- Twinkle's our friend! He wouldn't run away!

- Yeah, he's, um, hiding. And we need to go find him!

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- [gasps]

- Oh, I think the game gods are getting angry.

- Don't worry, happens all the time when it's windy.

[spooky music]

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- Twinkle? You in here?

[gasps]

Oof!

- Did Twinkle do that? He must be getting mad.

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- Twinkle?

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[loud bouncing impacts]

- [gasps] Ahh! Ahh! Oof!

- Twinkle! That wasn't very nice!

- [gasps]

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- T-Twinkle?

If you're hiding somewhere, could you let me know?

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[toothbrush clatters] [Chuckie screams]

Twinkle's mad!

- [chuckles]

[wind howling]

- You never should've invited him in the first place.

- I didn't, he just showed up.

You know that Twinkle does what Twinkle wants.

- This'll get Twinkle to come out!

- No! - Too dark!

[cymbals clacking]

- Not the monkey again!

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- Hey, Twinkle! You stinkle! Anyway, that's what I thinkle!

- Oh, this is bad. - Too loud!

- Stop it, Angelica!

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- Hungry, Twinkle? Here's a treat!

all: No!

- Not the orange!

- Huh? Huh?

- Like I've been saying the last three minutes,

a circle?

- Huh? Huh? Huh?

- Babe, tapping on your drawing over and over

doesn't really help us.

- It's the "Final Eclipse" logo, people!

It's on literally every hat I own!

[gasps]

- What's happening? - Anyone got a flashlight?

- Power's out. - Just in time.

- The babies! - Tommy?

- Susie! - Pups!

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- It's Twinkle! - He's getting biggerer!

- And his eyes are turning red!

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- Are those big pointy teeth?

- Yeah! And claws!

- [gasps] There's smoke coming outta his ears!

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- [screams]

[cymbals clacking]

[both gasp]

- Ahh! He got me!

Twinkle is real, Twinkle is--oof!

- 'Course Twinkle's real.

Haven't we been saying that all night?

- Is he--is he still mad at us?

- Aw, he never stays mad. He must've just gone home.

- [yawns] He's probably just tired.

- Everyone alright? - You all right?

- I wanna go home!

- C'mon, Susie, game night's over.

- Really should've won that round.

- Let's go home, buddy.

- You two look ready to pass out.

I know what'll do the trick.

* Twinkle, twinkle, little star *

* How I wonder what you are *