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[drumroll] [cymbal crash]

[cheerful music]

[vacuum whirs]

- [laughs]

- [groaning]

- [laughing]

- Whoa!

♪ ♪

- Whoa!

[frog ribbiting]

[both laughing]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

♪ ♪

[car horn honks]

- Mrowl!

- Ta-da!

[grunts]

- [giggles]

- Whoa! Whoa!

♪ ♪

[singer vocalizing]

- A circle, then other circle.

- [meows]

[meows] - Sorry, Fluffy.

No time for pushy kitties.

I'm becoming a artist. [meows]

Stop!

I still have to make the nose and the tail, see?

I know, it's not a cat.

But that's all this book teaches you to draw.

Life isn't always fair.

- Delivery for Charlotte Pickles,

from our warehouse floor to your household door...

in minutes!

- When it's over 60, we measure them in hours.

But who's counting? Thank you anyway.

- Okay, always appreciate the business, Mrs. Pick--

Wh--whoa!

[groans] Ow...

- Finally, the new Kradinski I bought

at Smotheby's last month. Isn't it stunning, Jonathan?

- Modern art doesn't have to look like much of anything

to be called a masterpiece. - Exactly.

- I've got art, too, Mommy.

- Charlotte, have you seen what your daughter created?

This is conceptualism at its most post-painterly,

abstract, expressionist! - Darling!

What an extraordinary cow! - It's a dog.

- Of course it is!

Duffy, place an order for a crate of drawing paper

and the biggest pack of crayons you have

and an easel!

- Of course, Madam Councilperson.

Shall I include a beret as well?

- Nice touch, and Duffy, do try to lay your hands

on some of those discontinued colors.

I mean, antique brass is hardly

an adequate substitute for burnt umber.

Not where my artistic genius is concerned.

- Absolutely. But I most point out

burnt umber was retired in 1949.

It will be almost impossible-- - Yes, I will be needing

a different answer. - Confirmed.

- Am I really an artistic genius, Mommy?

- You bet you are!

In fact--Jonathan!

Get this amateur painting out of my sight!

- [giggles] - [giggles] Dining room,

north wall-- one scratch and it comes out

of your paycheck for the next year.

- [grunting]

- And then, you draw his nose...and tail...and ta-da!

[applause, chatter]

- See that, Spikey?

Angelica drawed a picture of you.

- Oh, no, Tommy. [laughs]

This isn't Spike.

This is a international top dog model.

His name is François, see?

- Oh, you're right. It is François.

Who're you gonna draw next, Angelica?

Reptar? - Once you draw a dog

as perfect as this, you don't do nothin' else.

Now, everyone stand back so I can get to work.

- Angelica! Check out your easel and beret.

You look like a real artist. - Thank you, Dr. Susie's Mommy.

- Susie! You gotta stand back here.

- Angelica says a artist can't create

with babies breathing down their necks.

- But I wanna see how she does it.

- It's okay. I'm finished.

Ta-da! - This is beautiful!

So is this one.

This is...also beautiful. - Yeah.

The artist life is kind of my thing now.

Well, gotta go back to it! - Wait!

Can you teach me? - Hmm, you can't teach talent.

But maybe I can offer you a few professional pointers.

Have a seat.

[lively music]

- [burps]

- Start like this.

That's the head.

The draw another circle for his body.

Dots for his eyes.

Circle for a nose and a squiggle for the tail,

and not bad...for a beginner.

- Wow, thanks, Angelica!

Oh, maybe just a little more--

- Wait, wait, wait! You'll ruin it!

- Hmm. - What is it with you babies

and following simple directions?

- Ooh. - Drawing another

François masterpiece over here! - Phew!

[all cheer and laugh] - [groans]

[all giggling]

♪ ♪

Watch it, Finster! One slip of the crayon,

and this picture's off to rebicycling.

- Sorry. - Well, now your ball

gets a timeout. - Hmm?

- In flax, I'm gonna put it way over...

there!

[grunts]

- Hey, Angelica. - That's a--a cat?

- Yup! What do you think?

- Wow, Susie. It looks just like Fluffy,

only purple. - And way nicer.

[gasps] No offence.

- Aw, it reminds me of a kitty cat

that I sawed in a dream once.

- I wanna know that cat.

- Aw, thanks, you guys. It was fun.

- Oh, babies, anyone could draw a cat.

But real artists like me work hard, practice, and draw

just like the book shows you.

- So Angelica, can you draw Fluffy?

- Of course! I was just about to.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[growls]

Ta-da!

- Huh, I never knew Fluffy looked so much like François.

- A flutterby!

- How did you do that?

- I don't know, Chuckie.

I just started moving my hand, and that's what happened!

I owe it all to Angelica.

She taught me how to draw.

- Lucy, did you know Susie could draw like that?

- No!

Baby doll, this is going right up on the refrigerator.

[chuckles] So proud of you.

- The fridge, wow!

I mean, it's not the wall or nothin',

but good for you, Susie.

♪ ♪

- Well, sure, Chuckie.

You can use whatever colors you want to make Reptar.

- I'm seeing a whole new side of magenta

that I never knew existed.

- I need more green flinger paint.

This gots no flavor. - Try lellow.

Ert's the nercest.

- Hey, Susie.

Where should the red squigglies go?

- Anywhere you want, Tommy! - [growls]

- It's your picture.

- How's a artist supposed to create

with all this talk 'bout eating paint and squiggles

and whose picture it is?

- Sorry, Angelica.

Do you wanna finger paint with us?

- Ha! Finger paints are for babies

who can't hold a crayon in their puny, little hands.

- But Susie's flinger painting looks different than ours.

Show her, Susie.

- [gasps]

[footsteps running]

♪ ♪

It's not fair, Cynthia.

I spent my life learning how to draw,

and now they all think Susie is better at it than me!

I coulda done pictures like hers, too,

if I knew where to put the crayon marks.

You're right, Cynthia!

I'm the artist around here, not Susie!

I just gotta show everyone the truth.

♪ ♪

Look what I brought you!

And great news: Aunt Betty herself told me she needs

some art on the wall right over here,

and who better than you, right?

- Well, if you're sure she said that...

and I never drawed with markers afore!

- [laughs] - Excuse me.

Sorry to interrupt your nacho latte time, but I think Susie

mighta did a bad thing.

- [gasps] Betty, I am so sorry!

Susie loves to draw, but she's never drawn

on the walls before.

I don't know where she got that idea.

- No worries! My extra-strength kid wipes

can wash away anything. - It's true.

She got barbecue sauce off my wedding dress

minutes before I walked down the aisle.

- Oh, what am I doing?

Susie's mural is staying right here.

It's a work of art!

- [gasps]

[somber music]

I'm so glad I asked your mommy if you could come over

so we could draw together, Susie.

- Me too. I can't wait.

Where's your paper? - It's not here?

Wait, I'll go get some.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

I couldn't find any paper, but I did find this picture

in a pile of junk my mommy's probably giving away.

Use these brand new paints Aunt Didi gave me.

- But what about you?

- Oh, I'm just gonna sit here and think 'bout what everyone's

gonna say when they see this. You go ahead.

You're a artist! Create!

Look what Susie did, Mommy!

She made your picture so much nicer!

I know you wanna call Susie's parents and tell them.

- My new Kradinski!

- I'll take that, Charlotte,

straight to a brilliant art restorer who can fix anything!

I hope.

- Oh, sweetie, don't worry. Everything's fine now.

You know...Jonathan, this is really quite good.

- If we're being honest, I like it better than the Kradinski.

It makes me feel all warm and squishy inside.

- Please don't ever share your feelings with me again.

- [groans]

♪ ♪

[groans] I give up!

Susie's the real artist, not me.

[gasps]

- You didn't have to take them, Angelica.

All you had to do was ask. I woulda given you some.

- Are you gonna draw us more prettyful pictures, Susie?

- Eh, maybe later.

[gasps] You all wanna see the new recorder my daddy got me?

[recorder tooting]

- Wonderful, Susie! For your first try?

We gave Angelica a little recorder too.

Maybe she could show you how to play.

- Go ahead, play.

I never liked that thing anyway.

[recorder tooting]

♪ ♪

[singer vocalizing]

[spinner clicking] - Come on,

blue, come on! both: Blue! Blue!

- Eh, I'm rootin' for orange.

- Whose side are you on, Phillip?

- We gots blue! - Blue-yah!

- The color of the best blankies!

- Everyone member what to do? - No, should I?

- No idea. - I told you orange is better.

- I kind of forgetted.

- In Riley Round, when the spinney thingy lands on blue,

you have to...um, eh...

hop in a circle with your eyes closed.

[all coo and laugh]

- Wait, it's all coming back.

Blue means bounce a ball on your nose.

- Oh, I 'member too.

You're upposed to quack like a duck.

- Nuh-uh! Ribbit like a frog!

- Quack, Phillip! - Ribbit, Lillian.

[both quack and ribbit] - Was this game always so loud?

[indistinct yelling] - How about we spin again?

- Finally, we've got everything out of all the cabinets.

Now we just have to figure out what we keep

and what we give to charity.

- Wouldn't it be easier to just move?

- Stu, we agreed to do this.

Besides, cleaning doesn't have to be so bad.

Remember when we had Pick Up Quick?

We'd set the time for 15 minutes and clean like mad.

- Yeah, before Tommy and living with Pop

and workin' from home. That was almost--

what's the word?

both: Fun. [both sigh]

- Yellow!

Take three giant steps backwards!

- Nope. Yellow is touch a bug.

- Quack, quack. - Lil.

We gots rules in this game.

You can't just quack whenever you feel like it.

- Can too.

Quack. - [gasps] Outlaw.

- Oh, why don't we know what to do?

We've only been playing Riley Round our whole entire lives.

- I'm wondering if some people just don't wanna remember.

- Like Lillian. - Like Phillip.

- If we can't agree, we shouldn't play at all.

But guys, we'll figure it out sooner or later.

- Sorry, Tommy.

Me and Reptar need some time out.

[somber music]

- Uh, it's not really a one-baby game.

[horse neighs] [gasps]

Huh? [horse neighs]

[gasps] Guys, look, a horsey!

- You gotta spin green for horse.

- I stopped puh-laying.

- I stopped playing first, Lillian.

- [gasps] Tommy, you never told us you had a horse!

- It's real! - Whoa!

- This is happening!

- Ah, I see you've met Clompers.

[horse neighs] [laughter]

- Didi, have we ever actually used this to slice eggs?

- No, because it's for avocados,

which we never used it for, either.

Oh, honey, would you go check on the babies?

They've been awfully quiet in there.

- They're fine--just playing with a miniature horse.

- Oh, well, in that case-- [horse neighs]

[pot clatters] both: Miniature horse?

- [laughing] - [cooing]

- Careful, there's a horse in the house!

- Oh, it's all right, son.

Clompers lives over at the senior center.

They're painting there today, so I brought him home.

[horse neighs]

- Oh, Pop. Today of all days?

The babies are all here, we're cleaning out cupboards,

and...is he, Clompers...

- Totally house-trained. Come on.

Let's get you some water.

[clicking tongue]

[horse neighs]

- [coos and laughs]

[horse neighs]

- Oh, poor thing.

All this stuff everywhere must be making him nervous.

- Don't think so.

Clompers is an emotional support animal.

You might find him helpful with your project.

Just give him a chance.

- [laughs] - Good one, Pop.

- Whinny twice if you need a rescue.

[cell phone chimes] Oh, that's Graham.

I roped him into helping us paint the center.

No painter's tape? The edges will be all ragged!

Gotta go.

[horse neighs]

- Hey, Clompers. We haven't used this soup pot

since our wedding. Should we keep it?

[horse neighs] - You're right.

It's perfect for my soon-to-be-famous chili!

Eh? - Oh, Stu.

I feel silly. Okay.

Any feelings about this, Clompers?

[horse neighs]

- Of course! We'll need it to grate cheese

for Stu's famous chili once he gets it right.

Oh, you're a real pro at this, aren't you, Clompy?

[horse neighs]

Ready to bring back Pick Up Quick?

- Oh, boy, am I ever!

[horse neighs]

[quacking and ribbiting]

- I think Clompers wants to play the game.

- Does he even know how? We sure don't.

- Speak for yourself. We do.

- One of does, Phillip. - Why, thank you, Lillian.

- No time to fight.

We gots to get back our spinner!

[horse neighs]

Oh, he does wanna play! [horse neighs]

Red! Alls you have to do, Clompers,

is stand on your head like this.

[grunts]

- No, Clompers. Burp like a hippo.

[burps] - Quit showing off, Lillian.

Watch me, Clompers. Red means hop like a cow frog.

- There's no such thing as a cow frog, Phillip.

- Then what's this?

Ribbit, moo. Ribbit.

- Pay no attention to them, little horsey.

Spin like a tornado! - [grunts]

Susie, I'm pretty sure red means roll on the grass.

- Spin! - Cow frog!

- Burp! - Roll on the grass.

- Stand on your head. - Spin!

- Cow frog! - Burp!

- Roll on the grass.

[horse neighs]

- [grunts]

- Was it something we said?

[horse neighs]

- ♪ When I was a little horse ♪ [chuckles]

♪ Well, littler, of course ♪ ♪ Of course, of course ♪

♪ No stable could reign me in, and I spend my days ♪

♪ Grazing in the hay ♪

♪ But I couldn't express myself ♪

♪ So I changed, I moved on ♪

♪ Livin' my life just how I want ♪

♪ Think this awesome mane I'm rockin' right here ♪

♪ Has always been blond ♪

♪ I took the rules of what to do ♪

♪ Turn them upside down ♪

♪ And I didn't stop there ♪

♪ I spun them around and around and around ♪

♪ Give it a different spin ♪

♪ Give it a different spin, yeah ♪

♪ We can turn it, we can turn it all around ♪

♪ Flip it upside down ♪

♪ Different spins gonna give you hope ♪

♪ Turn a rainbow into kaleidoscopes ♪

♪ You see that? You see this? ♪

♪ I could put a different spin on how I flutter my lips ♪

[flutters lips]

♪ A different spin ♪

♪ You gotta change it up ♪

[psychedelic music]

♪ Just flip it upside down ♪

♪ Give it a different spin ♪

♪ Give it a different spin, yeah ♪

♪ We can turn it, we can turn it all around ♪

♪ Flip it upside down ♪

♪ Give it a different spin ♪

♪ Give it a different spin, yeah ♪

♪ We can turn it, we can turn it all around ♪

♪ Flip it upside down ♪

[spinner clicking]

- Is anyone else dizzy?

- Nope, just happy.

- Everything's more fun since Clompers got here.

- And he's not goin' anywhere. [horse neighs]

Huh?

- Wait, come back!

both: ♪ The second time around a saucer pan ♪

♪ That I must have missed before ♪

- ♪ Hoo, hoo ♪ - ♪ Ah, ah ♪

both: ♪ Well, it's a great day ♪

♪ The stress is good now ♪

♪ Who could ask for anything more? ♪

- Tinted saucepan used to make

our first hot chocolate as a couple?

- Keep it!

[horse neighs]

- Hey, there's our little helper!

- Clompers, you make cleaning easy and fun.

You can never leave. - Time to leave, Clompers.

- What? No, he just got here.

- But we're done painting, so I gotta get this mini-horse home.

Come on, boy. [clicks tongue]

- This can't be happening!

[indistinct baby talk]

- Goodbye, Clompers.

- We'll never forget you, buddy.

[horse neighs]

How are we ever gonna get anything done

without the little guy? - We'll manage.

We'll just remember what he taught us.

Find the fun in everything we do.

- Yeah, good plan.

But I'm not sure that works for cleaning rain gutters.

[both laugh]

[somber music]

- How we supposed to play together without Clompers?

- We'll never have fun again.

- Well, Clompers is the only reason

Lillian stopped being a banana-mush brain.

- You're the banana-mush brain, Phillip.

Also, I do not know what that means.

- You guys, we know how to play.

Playing is what we do. - But we need Clompers.

- No we don't, Lil.

We just have to remember to make it fun

like Clompers showed us.

Who's up for Riley Round? - Let's do it!

- Cow frogs of the world, look out!

- Hooray!

- You did good, Clompers. Not like I had any doubts.

[horse neighs]

Wait until you see what Graham did to the bingo room, ha.

Hope you like polka dots!

[cheerful acapella music]

♪ ♪

- Klasky Csupo.