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[drumroll]

[cheerful electronic music]

♪ ♪

- [laughs]

- [whimpering]

Uh! Wah!

♪ ♪

- [exclaims] [frog ribbits]

[frog croaks]

- [laughing]

- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

♪ ♪

[car horn honks]

[toy meows]

- Ta-da!

- Ah! - Ugh.

- [chuckles] [whistles]

- Whoa! Ah!

- [chuckles] - Aww.

♪ ♪

[cheerful music]

- ♪ No matter if it's tea or trouble brewing ♪

♪ No matter what, I've got your back ♪

♪ And you've got mine ♪

[record skipping] Oops.

- Grandpa, why didn't you just ask Duffy to play your song

'stead of using this old wrecker player?

- Well, believe it or not, Sunshine,

you can't get the same musical sound out of a Duffy

that you do from a record.

No offense, Duffy. - None taken.

- Can I help put it away? Please, please!

I'll be so, so careful!

- Oh, OK. OK.

Hold it carefully by the edges

so you don't get any fingerprints on it,

then slide it into the sleeve.

There you go.

- I did it!

- Well, it looks like I can trust you

with all kinds of things now.

Hey, what say we make cookies

and this time, you pour all the ingredients?

- Whee!

- We're off to Dr. Darcy for Dil's three-month checkup.

- Take your time!

And make sure to ask about Dil's squishy head.

- Somebody's excited to spend the day with their grandpa.

What kind of cookies--

oh, OK, bye!

- Just need to water my tomatoes,

and then we can get to baking.

[soft upbeat music]

- You heard right, babies.

Grandpa trusts me with everything,

on account of I'm so responsible.

- My granddaddy lets me push all the buttons on his watch.

- Good for you, Susie Carmichael,

but I'm talking about getting to do stuffs

that no one else in the family gets to do.

Just me.

- You mean like go in Grandpa's room?

- Sure, that's nothing.

- I don't know.

Grown-ups are funny about their stuffs.

My Aunt Linda says only dogs are allowed in her room.

- Well, I'm way more responsible than a dog.

I'm going up there right now.

- Does Colby Clay tastes like booberry to anybody else?

- Finally, something I care about.

♪ ♪

[door creaks]

- [gasps]

[gasps]

- What's it like in Grandpa's room?

- How many raccoons has he gots in there?

- Does he feed them ham samwiches?

- She doesn't know

because she doesn't have permission to go in.

Right, Angelica?

- Wrong! Watch and learn.

[inhales deeply]

[grunting and creaking]

[clattering]

[upbeat guitar music]

It was way, way high on his dresser, but no big deal.

Grandpa doesn't care if I go in his room

and take his most favoritest thing when he's not looking.

OK, enough gawking. Time to put it back.

- But who is that, Angelica?

- Huh? How should I--

know what?

I'm going to tell you.

This is Guitar Man.

A long time ago, when Grandpa had hair on top of his head,

he was riding his bicycle when he saw Guitar Man

standing in a field of wild ponies,

and they've been together ever since.

all: Wow!

- Can I hold him?

- Only for a second, and be careful.

You might drop it with those stubby baby hands.

[light suspenseful music]

[Tommy gasps]

- No squeezing!

Your turn, Finster.

[Chuckie groans]

- No, you're too gooey.

And you're Phil.

♪ ♪

[figure cracks] - [gasps] No!

- Poor Guitar Man.

- Now he's just Man.

- Why does something bad always happen

when I'm around you babies?

- We ask ourselves the same question.

- Duffy, send me a new Guitar Man, a-slap.

- Searching. Having trouble finding item.

Serial number, please.

- It's just a little wooden man holding a guitar

that I found in Grandpa's room.

- Search complete.

Item is one-of-a-kind, handmade, a personal treasure.

Purchase options: zero.

Have a good day!

- [gasps] Maybe Grandpa could fix it.

- Yeah.

Just tell him you went into his room and took it to show us.

- And then you knocked him over and broke him into pieces.

- OK, I can do that.

Never!

[Lou humming]

[tense music]

- There's my trusty helper.

[phone buzzing]

Hey, son.

No, I don't remember what growth percentile

you were at Dil's age.

We fed you and you grew, end of story.

- See? Grandpa still calls me his trusty helper,

so there's nothing to worry about.

- As long as Tommy's grandpa doesn't go into his room

for the rest of his life.

- Angelica, time to bake cookies.

- Babies, please!

Guard No-Guitar Man until I figure out what to do.

- Whoa, she's desperate.

[upbeat music]

- [laughing] You're good at this.

Now my favorite part: mixing. Here.

- Grandpa, I was wondering.

Besides mixing cookies,

do you have any other favorite things?

Like, old stuff you might have hanging around in your room?

Or any other place?

- Well, there's my signed Plum Corduroy poster.

Uh, the birdhouse your dad made me when he was a kid.

My first wallet's kind of special.

- Is that all? - Eh, just about.

I travel light.

- Be right back.

[Spike panting]

[Spike barks]

- Babies, you don't need to guard anymore.

Grandpa doesn't even remember No-Guitar Man.

- You know, you've got me thinking

about my favorite things.

I have this hand-carved, wooden figurine

of me playing a guitar, about yea high.

It was made by a big fan of Pickles and Brine.

And when I look at that little guy,

I see my whole musical career, and frankly, my youth,

staring back at me.

- But Grandpa, it can't be that 'portant,

because, uh, uh, you never showed it to me,

and I'm your favorite granddaughter.

- It's time I did show you that piece of my past.

Why don't you go and get it

while I put the cookies into the oven?

- Who, me? I mean, I don't even know where it is.

- In my room, on my dresser.

Just slide the chair over to reach it.

[tense music]

- Why didn't I see it?

This is Grandpa Man, 'cause he looks 'zactly like Grandpa.

And it really is his favorite thing in the whole world.

[sighs] And I broke it.

- Angelica, just tell Grandpa the truth.

- Or you could say a monster stole him.

- [gasps] Do it.

[squishing]

- [sighs] I'm no monster expert--

well, I sort of am--

but I'd want to make sure this one had lots of feets.

- Feets, got it.

- Ooh, monster goo. Good choice.

- I thought so.

[Chuckie straining]

- Monster poop?

- Ew, Phil. Monster snacks.

- [smooches]

[spits]

- Bited toy. Classic.

And now for the finishing touch.

[slobbering]

- No one drools like Phillip.

- I'm going into your room now, Grandpa!

To get that favorite thing! - OK, Sunshine!

- Not bad. I owe you, babies.

Now scram!

[light dramatic music]

Grandpa!

I went in your room and the wooden man is gone!

Come see!

And that's when I figured out a monster must have been here.

- Whoa. Those aren't Spike tracks.

What's this orange stuff?

- Monster goo.

I mean, I think.

- This is one bad monster.

Wait, is that--

- Drool.

Must have been one of those gross,

scary baby-drool monsters.

- Oh, the beast even brought its own snacks.

OK. Let's look at the facts.

I probably left the back door open when

I came in from the garden.

The monster slipped in and crept up the stairs,

stopping along the way to chew up a doll

just for the sheer fun of it.

Then it got in my room somehow, even with the door closed.

Sound about right, so far?

- Um, yes. That's exactly what they do.

- So it went inside

and took a wooden carving of me,

for reasons of its own,

then it slunk away without anyone seeing it.

- Well, we were busy making cookies.

- Think that's the whole story?

Then again,

even a monster knows to ask permission

before going into someone's room,

don't you think?

- Maybe the monster didn't know the rules.

It probably feels bad about the drool and goo and everything.

- Well, in that case, I'm sure it won't be back.

Let's go check on our cookies.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- Mm! [all munching]

- That mess upstairs took away your appetite, huh?

- Yeah.

- So you won't believe how much Dil's grown since last month.

[chuckling] He's got really long fingers!

- One day he might even

play a guitar like you, Pop.

Right, mini-man?

- [crying] Grandpa, I did it!

I went into your room without asking

and I took Guitar Man and I broke him on accident!

[crying] The monster is me!

- Oh, sunshine, I know you didn't mean to.

I broke this myself once, on a rainy night in Taos.

I slipped in my yurt and fell right on it.

A broken Guitar Man is nothing

a little glue and honesty can't fix.

Come on. Let's go wash your face.

[gentle upbeat music]

- I hope Angelica is OK.

- On the blight side,

now we know there's no monster in the house.

- Are we sure?

'Cause someone tookeded all the cookies.

- Phil.

- Uh, a monster made me do it?

[chuckles sheepishly]

[cheerful music]

[upbeat synthesizer music]

- Mac and cheese.

Basic dinner, or mic-drop masterpiece?

Welcome to Food Art by Jake,

where a picture's worth a thousand bites!

- Wow, Didi.

Jake has 580,000 followers on KlicKlak.

- [laughs] Who'd have thought your little brother

would grow up to be this big, star chef on social?

- Well, he has been cooking since he was five.

He'd hang out with Mom in the kitchen,

and Jake would secretly fix the seasoning in her kreplach.

[whispers] He added paprika.

[horn honks] [Spike barks confusedly]

[Spike yawns]

[upbeat synthesizer music]

[cranks squeaking]

- Whoa!

♪ ♪

- [laughs] Wow, Chuckie.

You didn't even run over Grandpa's gnome,

like my mommy does with the lawn-blower.

- Oh, I am a very careful driver.

I don't want to get one scratch on my bland-new car.

- Can I have a turn?

I never driveded a car like this a'fore.

- OK, I'll teach you.

You steer and I'll make it go.

[Tommy grunts] [Chuckie laughs]

[Tommy laughing]

♪ ♪

It's fun!

But um, can it go any fasterer?

- Tommy, if you want to drive like me,

you gotta learn to think like me.

Slow and careful.

[horn honks]

[both gasp]

[engine rumbling]

[engine revs]

[horn honks]

[horn honks]

[soft upbeat music]

- There's my favorite bro-in-law.

- You mean your only bro-in-law.

Come here! [both laugh]

- Oh, man.

Tommy Pastrami!

[Tommy laughs] I'm baking a cake.

Got any extra raspberries?

[blows raspberry] [Tommy laughs]

- Oh, Jake! I can't believe you're finally here!

- Hey, how are you, Chas?

- [laughs] Not as amazing as you!

Following you has completely upped my cooking game.

- Last time I saw you,

you were only making tuna fish sandwiches.

- Oh, I still am, but now,

I cut them into diamond shapes to be artful like you.

- Hey, here's a next-level tip.

Try adding coriander.

Whoa, is this Chuckie? He's really grown.

- Yeah, kids do that.

He's even driving now.

- Oh, hang on. I got the perfect thing.

- Coriander?

I know he's family,

but you don't mess with tuna fish.

♪ ♪

- Now, that is one cool ride.

But with these, you are Lucky Chuckie.

Vroom!

So where's my new nephew?

- Tommy, who's that growed-up?

- That's not a growed-up, that's Unkie Jake!

- He gave me these fuzzy blocks.

- Yep.

Looks like he's your Unkie Jake now, too.

Ooh.

- Roar! [laughs]

[giggling and munching]

- Whoa, you even make kiddie snacks into art.

[phone beeps] - That was a customer.

She wants 100 handmade wedding favors by tonight.

Anyway, I'm going with personalized wooden coasters.

Why don't you boys go to the farmers' market

with the babies, do a little bro bonding--

- Yup, yup, yup.

Oh, you meant Jake and Stu.

- Oh, sorry, Charles,

but I could really use your help.

It's a lot of wood burning.

- Pyrography? Why didn't you say so?

- That's our cue to head out. Come on, crew.

[upbeat music]

- [mutters] Hold up, Jake!

With kids, you got to stay together!

- [grunting]

[back cracks]

- All warmed up for wood-burning?

- Oh, yeah.

[Dil babbling]

- Uh, you know, I wasn't planning

to take my car onto the open sidewalk this soon.

- But aren't you s'posed to have fun

with a new car, Chuckie?

- [chuckling] Oh, Tommy, you and your wild baby ways.

[bell rings] [Chuckie yelps]

Oh, so much traffic.

Better slow down.

- Whoa.

You never told me you had such a great farmers' market.

- Hey, go on ahead.

The kids and I will just slow you down.

- Leave my crew? No way.

Boys, get ready for life in the fast lane.

Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom!

- Lookit me. I'm Spikey.

[Chuckie whimpers]

We're speeding through a outdoor grocery store.

Normany I'd be screaming by now, but it's Unkie Jake.

He knows how to drive.

- Ah, that's the spirit! It's good to try new things.

♪ ♪

- Ooh! Graham's making pretzels.

I got to see this.

- Take your time.

Kids and I will circle back in a few.

- Pretzel making is more than a post-retirement passion.

It's like life itself.

A little twisty, a little salty, a little chewy.

Voilà!

[dough plops]

And some days, you just want to start over.

[chuckles]

- [sniffs] Rosemary. Take a whiff.

[Tommy sniffs and giggles]

[chuckling] Yeah. It tickles, huh?

Hey, how about you, Lucky Chuckie?

[Chuckie whimpers and sniffs]

- Oh!

- We'll take two bunches, please.

- Tommy, I smelled some leafs,

and I didn't even mind

that they made my nose holes feel dizzy.

- That's great, Chuckie!

[horn honks]

♪ ♪

- What? Dragon fruit?

Let's see if they're ripe.

[chuckling] Mm.

It's delicious.

And no dragons were harmed in the picking process.

Want to try? [Tommy giggles]

- Can I get a couple more of these, please?

- Mmm, mmm, mmm!

You don't have to eat it, Chuckie.

It is kind of like jiggly fruit.

- I'll do it!

Unkie Jake was right! It isyummy!

- Uh, Barry,

it's the guy on Food Art by Jake.

You know, Jake.

- Pinch me, Eve! I'm dreaming!

Can I get your autograph?

Uh, on this?

- [chuckles] Sure!

- Thank you, Jake!

I'll never peel this banana ever!

- You know that's not a long-term plan, right?

- [chuckling] Wait. You got this, Lucky Chuckie.

Put the pedal to the metal and live life in the fast lane.

[tense music]

- Tommy, you heard the man.

Time to put the metal to the pedal.

- But you don't hafta do--

- Yes, I do hafta!

I'm Lucky Chuckie!

[energetic music]

- Whoa! Ah!

♪ ♪

Uh, Chuckie?

Uh, I don't want to tell you what to do,

but don't you think you ought to slow down?

- Nope. It's go time!

[Tommy gasps]

[Tommy screams]

♪ ♪

[person sighs]

[person shouts] [Chuckie cackles]

- Hey, wait your turn!

[honks horn] - Whoa!

- Whoa!

No!

Yes!

No!

♪ ♪

- Tommy Pastrami? Lucky Chuckie?

Where are you going? [Tommy and Chuckie scream]

- Make a bunny ear, another bunny ear.

And then over the bridge and under the river.

[chuckles]

[dough plops]

[indistinct chatter and yawns]

[horn honks]

[Stu yelps]

- Unkie Jake was right, Tommy.

Time to live life in the fast flame!

- But this isn't you!

You're forgetting about all the stuff you care about!

Like being safe and not smelling nose-tickly plants!

[horn honking] And always going slow!

- Who says I care about that stuffs?

- You do! [both straining]

- No! Let go!

[metal clanks] [screams] You broked it!

[tense music]

[both shouting]

- Almost. That was a close one.

[Dil giggles]

[Stu grunts]

- Oh! Oh, Stu, thank goodness!

Oh, you got them! I don't know what happened.

They were there and then they weren't and I--

- Easy. Take a breath.

[reflective music]

- Maybe I was going a little fast.

- Your feets couldn't stop!

Anyone would have done the same.

- And maybe I don't have to be like Unkie Jake.

- Of course you don't. You're Chuckie!

- It is an awfully nice car.

I wouldn't want to let anything happen to it.

- Mm-hmm.

[Chuckie gasps]

[dramatic music]

[both gasp]

- Seriously, Stu, you saved the day.

You're like a super-dad.

- Just a regular dad. Comes with the territory.

- You know, when I was 14 and you and Didi were first dating,

I thought you were the coolest adult ever.

PS, I still do.

[Dil coos] - OK, now I feel old.

But thanks.

[upbeat music]

- Bon appétit,fam.

- Oh, Jake! It's beautiful!

"Mona Lisa" in mushroom tart.

- With rosemary dragon fruit sauce on the side.

- Uh, I've never tried dragon fruit.

- If you can wood-burn 100 coasters in one afternoon,

you can try dragon fruit.

[upbeat suspenseful music]

[both munching contentedly]

- Mm, yum. I wonder why they call this dragon fruit.

- Um, maybe 'cause it's dragons' favoritest food.

- I always learn new stuffs from you, Tommy.

- Well, today I learneded something from you, too.

You can drive really fast, Chuckie!

- Might want to forget that one.

[laughter]

♪ ♪