02x04 - Baby Buddies, Inc.

[bunniefuu]

[theme song]

♪ Maybe the world is blind

♪ Or just a little unkind

♪ Don't know

♪ Seems you can't be sure

♪ Of anything anymore

♪ Although

♪ You may be lonely and then

♪ One day you're smilin' again

♪ Every time I turn around

♪ I see the girl
who turns my world around ♪

♪ Standing there

♪ Every time I turn around

♪ Her spirit's lifting me
right off the ground ♪

♪ What's gonna be

♪ Guess we'll just wait

♪ And see ♪

[barking]

[instrumental music]

Punky: Almost finished, Cherie.

Cherie: Great, Punky.

I hope your grandma
likes this dress.

Cherie: Are you kidding?

This would be the best
birthday present she ever got.

Are you ready for the fitting?

All set!

You think
three pillows is enough?

Yeah. I think your grandma's
a three-pillow lady.

Four would be insulting.

Yeah, you're right.

I'm almost done
except for one thing.

What's that?

I sewed it to my pants.

Again?

No sweat, I'll fix it.

I love that material.

Me too.

And I can't believe it only took
us a month to make this dress.

That's because I did the front
and you did the back.

It's always easier when we
split up the difference.

Okay, stick in your arms.

I did.

- Uh-oh!
- Uh-oh!

What are we gonna do?
There's four sleeves.

Yeah and I think
they're too close together

to make it a pantsuit.

What if we sew up the ends
and call 'em long pockets?

What will she put in them?

A couple loaves of
French bread?

Under her arms?
Get real, Cherie.

The dress is ruined. We're gonna
have to start all over.

We don't have enough time.

My grandma's birthday
is next week.

Then we'll just have to
buy her a dress.

Sleeveless.

If we buy my grandma
a real nice dress,

it's gonna cost us a fortune.

At least eight bucks.

We spent all our money
on this beautiful material.

I told you not to buy
that expensive stuff.

Fifty cents a yard!

They sure saw you coming.

But you're the one that said
we didn't need a pattern.

Look, let's stop blaming
each other

and get out of this mess
you got us into.

Come on, there's gotta be
some kinda job we can do.

Think.

Well, let's go in the kitchen.

I think better
with cookies in my stomach.

Boy, you must've been
thinking a lot lately.

[instrumental music]

Henry, call a plumber.

Why spend money when,
I can do it myself?

You've been doin' it yourself
for the past half hour

and my sink still looks like
Lake Michigan.

Hey, those are very old pipes.

You can't put
just anything down them.

What about water?
Is that too much to ask?

[instrumental music]

- Hey!
- Hi.

Where have you two been?

At the park
looking for customers.

Yeah, we're gonna be
business typhoons.

That's tycoons.
What kind of business?

Here, have one of our cards.

"Baby Buddies Incorporated."

Let us watch your kid.

You'll be glad you did.

You're going into
a baby-sitting business?

- Yeah!
- No.

- Why?
- Because you're too young.

- That's why.
- We're .

How do you figure that?

Punky's nine and I'm nine.

We're eighteen.

Well, I can't argue with that.

Well, I can.

Punky, a nine-year old,

is not qualified to look after
a small baby.

Isn't that right, Betty?

- No.
- Who asked you?

Well, I think baby-sitting
would be

a very good
learning experience for them.

Well, this is an experience
they can experience

when... they've had
a little more experience.

But Henry...

how can experience
this experience

if you won't let us experience
this experience?

Henry, there's nothing like
havin' a baby in the house.

What's that supposed to mean?

For that matter,
there's nothing like

having an iguana in the house.

Then can we be iguana-sitters?

No!

This whole idea
is completely ridiculous!

I can't believe that
you're encouraging them.

Calm down, don't get
your shorts in a knot.

The girls won't be
baby-sitting alone.

I will personally supervise
them the whole time.

And with me here, you won't have
a thing to worry about.

You really think
they can handle it?

I know they can.

[exhales]

Listen, taking care of babies
is a big responsibility.

If I allow you to do it

do you promise
you'll be responsible?

I promise.

We'll treat those babies
like they're our very own.

[instrumental music]

Alright, you can do it.

- Yippee!
- Yippee!

[doorbell buzzing]

Hi, welcome to Baby Buddies.

Let us watch your kid,
you'll be glad you did.

Oh, no I won't.

What's the matter?

On the phone,
you sounded... taller.

Oh, that's because
you were talking to me.

Oh, thank goodness.

I'm Betty Johnson.
I'm a Baby Buddy too.

She's the Baby Buddy boss.

Oh, well, I'm Ruth Darney

and this is my precious
little Maxwell.

Oh! Isn't he the cutest thing?

He's a genius.

Hey, Max.
I'm Punky and this is Cherie.

We're gonna be your buddies.

Aw! I think he likes us.

I should only be an hour or two
and Maxwell's never any trouble.

He should sleep the whole time.

Oh, that's fine.

But if he doesn't,
give him his bottle.

- Heated, of course.
- Of course.

Oh, and if he should
say googie

that means he wants
his special little rattle.

But if he should say ga-ga

then he wants his favorite
little music box.

Do you understand?

- Googie!
- Ga-ga?

- I got it.
- Good.

Hey, Max! Look at this...

Mrs. Johnson...

this is the first time I've ever
left Maxwell with strangers.

Uh, you see,
I have a chipped tooth

and well, I-- I can't take him
with me to the dentist.

Germs, you know?

Oh, don't worry.
Little Max is in good hands.

Yeah, we want to do
an extra good job

with our first customer.

First customer?

You mean you've,
you've never done this before?

- Good bye.
- Uh...

They've never baby sat before.

I've done it all my life.

Plus, I'm a registered nurse.

- You don't say.
- Yeah.

She's got a pointy hat
and everything.

Well, far be it
from me to brag,

but I was blessed with
a God-given knack with babies.

You don't say.

Had it all my life.

Once they lay their little heads
on my shoulder

even the fussiest little cuss
will close his eyes

and fall fast asleep.

Well, say more. I'm convinced.

Maxwell, darling

mommy's gonna go
fix her chipped toothie.

You know where you
hit her with googie?

I'll be back in two shakes
of a jiffy, sweetheart.

Now, here's the number where you
can reach me at the dentist.

Fine.

And here's my husband's number
at the office.

Oh, and here's
my mother's number

and the pediatrician's number.

- Fine. Fine.
- And here's my sister's number.

But don't call her.
We hate each other.

Phew!

Girls, you just experienced the
hardest part of baby-sitting.

The mother.

[laughing]

Oh, Cherie.
Feel how soft his skin is.

Mm... He smells so good.

Just like baby powder.

This little piggy
went to market

and this little piggy
stayed home.

Did you used to take
Cherie's toes to the market

when she was a baby?

- I still do.
- Grandma.

You promised not to tell.

That's real nice of you,
Brandon, but

Max can't fetch with you yet.

Germs, you know.

But do either of you
wanna hold a baby?

- I do.
- Okay, sit down.

Okey-dokey.

And remember how I showed you.

Support his little head.

Yeah.

Oh, this is incredible.

He gurgles and moves and he
doesn't even need batteries.

Cherie, you wanna hold him?

Uh-uh, I'm afraid
I'll break him.

Oh, he'll be fine.

Just be careful.

[mumbles]
There you go.

[baby cries]

Grandma, he's got a dent
in his head.

No, Cherie.
That's just a soft spot.

Every baby has one.

Take him.

My pleasure.

Come to Betty, baby.

Let's put you back in here
so you can nappy, poo.

Nappy poo poo.

You know, Cherie,
I was worried about this.

I thought it might be tough
to babysit a real baby.

But in real life, it's a snap.

Yeah.

[crying]

Hush, Max.
Don't cry, Max.

Punky, he was so quiet before.

Yeah. Now, he's turned
into "Mad Max."

Grandma, is Max's bottle
almost heated?

Betty: Not quite.
Check the diaper, honey.

Good idea.

Punky, check his diaper.

Uh-uh, you check.

You check.

- You check.
- Why me?

'Cause your grandma
told you to do it.

- No, she didn't.
- Yes, she did.

She said,
"Honey, check his diaper."

That's you.

That's you.
She calls me fat butt.

Oh, alright!

The diaper's fine.

Okay, Max, we got
a nice bottle of formula here

that is guaranteed
to put a smile on your face.

This kid is k*lling
my reputation.

Maybe he wants googie!

Guess not.

Well, if he
doesn't want googie

maybe he wants ga-ga.

Yes. Nice ga-ga.

Nice ga-ga.

It did the trick.

[chiming]

[Max crying]

Come on, we will take
a stroll through the park.

There's nothing more calming
than fresh air.

You really think fresh air
will calm him down?

I'm not talkin' about him,
I'm talkin' about me.

See girls, all he needed
was a nice stroll.

I think he liked
being around other babies.

Well, that park was sure
busting with babies.

There must have been
a w*r I missed.

We got to pass on
all our business cards

to all those mothers.

Yeah, if this keeps up,

we'll be able to buy your
grandma, a designer D-R-E-S-S.

It was awfully hot out there.

I sure hope little Max
didn't get too much sun.

[gasps]

Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord!

What is it?

[gasping]

He couldn't have gotten
that much sun.

[dramatic music]

Who are you?

And what did you do with Max?

We've got the wrong baby.
We're ruined.

What's Mrs. Darney gonna say?

It sure won't be,
hi, Max.

Uh-uh, n-- now calm down.
W-- We got to be calm.

There's a, a logical explanation
for all of this.

Who are you?

Hey, remember at the park?

There was lots of carriages
like Max's.

[phone ringing]
That's it!

Somehow, one of those mothers
took Max's carriage by mistake.

The question is, who are you?

[gasps]
Mrs. Rafer?

You do.

Well, so do we.

You bringin' him right over?

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Rafer.

And thank you, Lord.

Does Mrs. Rafer have Max?

Yes, and she's
bringin' him right over.

[sighs]

And she'll pick up
her little girl.

You are a little girl,
aren't you sweetheart?

How did she know
where to call?

The phone number was on the
business card you gave her.

See, Cherie, I told you
it pays to advertise.

Oh, I guess our worry's over.

We'll exchange babies
and no one will be the wiser.

Henry: Hello!

How's the baby-sitting going?

- Fine.
- Great.

Couldn't be better.

Good.

Oh!

What a pretty baby!

Is it a boy or a girl?

- Girl.
- Boy.

Uh, yes.

- Well, which is it?
- Well, it's a girl right now.

What do you mean right now?

The silliest thing
has happened.

We're gonna laugh
about it for years.

[laughing]

Tell me what happened now.

We'll laugh later.

Well, somehow our baby's
got exchanged

with somebody else's.

So this is the wrong baby?

- Right!
- And where is the right baby?

Oh, he's on his way over.

Is he hailing a cab?

Relax, Henry.
Everything's gonna be just fine.

Is that a fact?

How can I trust
anything you say?

"This will be good for them,"
you said.

"I will personally
supervise them," you said.

There's nothing like having a
baby in the house, that is

as long as the baby you've got

is the baby
you're supposed to have.

[doorbell buzzing]

See, you old worry wart.
There's the right baby now.

I guess it's too late
to pretend we're not home.

[doorbell buzzing]

- May I help you?
- Uh, I'm Mrs. Darney.

I'm here for Maxwell.

Oh.

Uh, it's Mrs. Darney.
She's here for Maxwell.

All: Oh.

It's Mrs. Darney.
She's here for Maxwell.

Oh, Maxwell, my precious.

Uh, I don't believe
you've met Henry Warnimont.

This is Punky's foster father.

- How do you do?
- Hello.

Henry is a great photographer.

Yeah, he took
all these pictures.

How nice.

Well, now what do I owe you?

Uh, no charge.

It's on the house.

Oh, no, I-- I insist
on paying you.

Forget it.

Max was so good

you wouldn't even know
he was here.

Well, that's my wonderful
little boy.

- No!
- No?

Uh, she's practicing
the alphabet, L-M-N-O...

P-Q-R-S-T... Tea.

We forgot to offer you
a complimentary cup of tea.

There's nothing
like a cup of chamomile

at this time in the morning.

It's part of the
Baby Buddies service.

I really don't want any tea.
Thank you.

- Sure, you do.
- Oh.

Now what?

We sit down and calmly wait
for Mrs. Rafer to bring Max.

[doorbell buzzing]

Wait, wait!
Oh, I'll handle this.

Hello, I'm Helen Rafer.

I'm so sorry about all this.
It's my fault.

Uh, no harm done,
no hard feelings.

No time to chat.

Phew!

[doorbell buzzing]

Could I have my baby?

Oh, Lord! I don't need two.

We really must be going now.

But you can't have tea
without Sphagetti-O's.

- It's okay, Henry.
- It's okay?

Mrs. Darney, I hate to say this

but you've been
ignoring your baby.

I didn't mean to.

Oh, Maxwell.
It's so good to see you.

I know the feeling.

Thank you, everybody.

Hasn't this been
a pleasant experience?

Well, I'm certainly gonna let

all my friends know
about Baby Buddies.

Thanks, but we've gone
out of business.

Believe me,
we've buddied our last baby.

[instrumental music]

Are you ready girls?

Cherie: Ready!
Punky: Ready!

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday
Mrs. Johnson ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Yeah.

Two cakes?

Yeah, we couldn't fit
all the candles in one.

I had to ask.

Blow out the candles, grandma.

Hold it.

Not before I've counted them
just to see how old you are.

- Okay, open your presents.
- Alright.

That's from Henry.

- Oh, Henry, you shouldn't have.
- My pleasure, Betty.

You really shouldn't have.

Thanks, Henry.

This is from Punky and me.

But you're gonna hate it.

No, I won't.

So we wanted to buy you
something really special

but you know,
Baby Buddies went belly up

and so we sorta had to make it.

Well, those are
the best presents.

Even if you have to wear it?

Yes.

As a matter of fact, I'm gonna
change into it right now

and we're all going to dinner.

It's beautiful.

It is?

Yeah, I love it.

You do?

Let's go.

Betty, about your outfit...

One more word and you die!

[instrumental music]

[theme music]

[music continues]