07x08 - Chuckie's New Shirt/ Cavebabies

[bunniefuu]

[Cymbals crash]

[Light percussive music]

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- Ooph!

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[Gasps]

[Twins giggle]

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- [Gasps]

- [Groans]

Ugh.

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[Milk squishes]

[Kids giggling]

- Dil, we was playing
with that ball.

- Yeah, dil.

- Give it back.

- [Babbles]

- Yuck.

There's dil drool
all over my shirt.

- Hello, ladies.

Will you do me the honor

Of taste-testing
my banana nut cake?

I'm entering it in my company's
annual mandatory bakeoff.

- Oh.

Well, chas,

It certainly has
an interesting texture.

- [Spits]

What'd you do,
leave on the peel?

- Chas, if you really
want to win the bakeoff,

You're going to need
a little help.

Wait here.

I'll be right back.

- Here, lil.

Throw it to me.

- [Grunts]

- I'll get it, you guys.

[Grunts]

Ah!

Uh-oh.

I don't like this, tommy.

Now I can see right through
to my tummy.

- Don't worry, chuckie.

I bet your daddy can fix it.

- Okay, kids.

Last one in the pool's
a rotten egg.

- [Squealing]

[All giggling and chattering]

- Hey, little fella.

You got a rip in your shirt.

Well, we'll take care of that.

- Ah, you know kids
and clothes there, chas.

- This is my grandmother's
chocolate cake recipe

From the old country.

The secret is a cup of potatoes
mashed with a shoe.

But we can use a fork.

- Thanks, didi.

I'll go pick up the ingredients
right now.

The grand prize is a year's
supply of air fresheners.

Okay, chuckie.

Daddy's off to the store.

Thank you, sweetheart.

You give the best hugs
in the whole world.

- Ga.

- Got everything on the list.

Chuckie, daddy's got you
some new shirts.

Now you pick out your favorite
while we start the cake, okay?

- Ooh!

- [Gasps]
- whee!

- [Gasps]

- Well, that was fun.

But I still like my old shirt
the bestest.

- Oh, I'm a little worried
about chuckie.

He's awfully attached
to his old shirt.

- [Cooing]

- [Gasps]

[Shirt rips]

- [Gasping]
- yeah.

I guess that settles it.

- [Sobbing]

- There, there, little fella.

You look very nice, chuckie.

- It's time to see
if the cake's done.

Bubbie would always poke it
with a broom straw.

I've pulled one for each of us.

- Hi, guys.

I'm back.

- Great, chuckie.

- Hello.
- Where you been?

- Anybody notice
anything different?

- [Gasps]
yeah!

My house look like
it growed hairs on it.

- Hey.

It got ears too.

- You guys, I'm wearing
one of my bland-new shirts.

- Oh.
It's nice, chuckie.

- Uh-huh.
It's very pretti-ful.

- Gosh, I had lots of good times
in my old shirt.

Like the time I ate eleventy
pop-lick-les in one day,

And the time
I did my first somersault.

Ohh.

Without my favoritest shirt,

I don't even feel like chuckie
no more.

- Of course
you're still chuckie, chuckie.

- Well, look at you.

Another new shirt?

I barely recognized you,
handsome stranger.

- Did you hear
what your mommy said?

Even she thinks
I'm not chuckie no more!

- Uh...

Maybe you'd feel
more like chuckie

If you took that new shirt off.

- You feel like chuckie now?

- No.

I feel naked.

I'm just not the same.

I think you guys better start
calling me a different name.

- Like "stinky"?

- No.

- How about "twinkly"?

You know, like the song.

♪ Twinkly, twinkly,
little scar ♪

- I feel more like ralph.

[Sobbing]

I don't want to be ralph!

I want my old shirt back!

- Gee, twinkly,

What's the big deal?

- Yeah, stinky.

It's just a shirt.

- [Gasps]
yeah?

How'd you like it if your daddy
taked away your shirts

With the duckies on them?

[Both sobbing]

- No, daddy!

No, daddy!

- Don't do it!

- I guess I'll go
look at a book.

Maybe ralph can read.

- Come on, you guys.

We gots to prove to chuckie

That he's still chuckie.

Hey, chuckie?

- It's ralph now, tommy.

- Oh.

Oh, sure, ralph.

We gots an experiment.

Close your eyes
and open your mouth.

- Mmm!

Yummy!

Chocolate pudding
is my favorite.

- Now try this.

- Ick! Yuck!
[Spits]

Yucky.

- Well, if you loves puddings

And you hates grandpa's
wrinkly fruits,

Then you gots to be chuckie.

- You really think so, tommy?

- Of course.

- Yay!

- Chuckie's back.

- [Laughs]

Thanks, guys.

Gee, you even bringed me a cake
to celebrate.

[Sniffs]

Ooh, banana.

My favoritest!

[Groans, spits]

Yuck!

- What's wrong?

- Guess ralph
don't like banana cake.

[Whimpers]

I'm gonna go outside

And see what kinds of toys
ralph likes.

- Wow.

Well, maybe chuckie
really did turn into ralph.

Hey, chuck--i mean, ralph.

We were just thinking, since
chuckie's not here no more,

Do you want to be our friend?

- Okay.

Well, what do you guys
want to do?

- We can play hide-and-go-peep.

- Oh, yeah.

Chuckie always liked
playing hide-and-go-peep.

- Maybe we can play with dili.

- Aw, yeah,

He used to like to
spit stuff up on chuckie.

- Chuckie didn't like it
very much.

- Hey, guys.

What about the sandbox?

- Don't tell me.

Chuckie liked to play there too?

- Yeah.

This is where he always sitted.

And this is where he always
shakeded the sand

Out of his shoes.

- Remember when he draweded
the picture of angelica

Without no hair?

Chuckie laughed so hard

Grape juice
came out of his nose.

[Sobbing]

- I really miss chuckie.

- Yeah.

Me too.

- Hey.

What about me?

- Uh...
[Clears throat]

Uh, we like you too, ralph.

It's just that we miss chuckie.

- Yeah, well,
he ain't here no more,

So you better just forget
about this chuckie kid.

Get used to me.

- Boy, ralph's a lot crankier
than chuckie.

- Yeah,
he's a real crabby-pants.

- I heard that.

Well, if you guys
don't like crabby-pants,

Then maybe
we shouldn't be friends.

I'll just go home with my daddy

When he gets back
from the store.

- But ralph, what if chuckie's
daddy isn't your daddy?

- [Gasps]
oh, no!

He's gonna come back
looking for chuckie,

And all he's gonna see is me.

I wish I never ripped my shirt.

[Sobbing]

- Hi, kids.

Where's chuckie?

I have a surprise for him.

- [Babbles]
- hi, dili.

You want to see what's inside?

No, no.

N-no, not my glasses.

- There's my daddy.

Um, I mean, chuckie's daddy.

I guess I better go give him
a hug good-bye.

- Hey.
Hey, there's my chuckie.

Even without my glasses,
I'd know that hug anywhere.

- Wow.

I guess he really is chuckie.

- Wow!

Look at that cake!

- This is going to knock
the socks off those judges.

- Well, actually, why don't we
let the kids be the judges?

Who wants cake?

- I'm glad you're back
to being yourself, chuckie.

- Me too, tommy.

I guess the shirt's
not so important after all.

- [Sobs quietly]

- What's wrong, philip?

- I kind of liked
that ralph kid.

- Oop, I almost forgot.

Chuckie,
I bought you another new shirt.

- [Gasps]

- I got six more just like it.

- [Giggles]

- It's so nice having
all the kids here for dinner.

- Yeah, great.

- Dil just doesn't seem
to want to eat.

- He probably wants to play
with the reptar wagon, like me.

- I already told you,
sweetheart,

The reptar wagon's broken.

- But I want to play with it.

- Maybe when you're done
with your dinner,

Uncle stu will fix it for you.

- But I don't want to eat
this yucky green stuff.

- If you want to be a big girl,

You're going to have to eat
like a big girl.

- Can't I just have cookies
for dinner

And stay a little girl
a weensy bit longer?

- Cookies aren't for dinner,
angelica.

- But grandpa
has cookies for dinner.

- Hmm?

I don't know
what she's talking about.

- Of course you do, grandpa.

You always sneak a few cookies
from the cookie jar

Right before
you come to the table.

- Horsefeathers.

You can't prove that.

Ooh.

- Pop!

I had a feeling

Someone was sneaking
from the cookie jar.

I'll just have to hide it.

Both: but--but--but--

- If I can't have cookies,
then I'm not eating.

- Sorry, angelica.

You should feel pretty lucky

You even have food
on your plate.

Back in prehistoric times,

You had to hunt and gather
your food.

- Hmm.

Think I'll do
a little hunting of my own--

For that cookie jar.

- [Gasps]

- Tommy, what do you think
pre-storytimes is?

- Well, my grandpa told me
it's a real long time ago,

Afore there was even stories.

[All gasp]

- No stories?

- Uh-huh.

We've got a book about it.

Come on.
I'll show you.

See?

There was big dinosaurs
like reptar everywhere.

- Wow.

- And there were tarry-dog-tails
flying around.

- Yikes!

- They were kind of like reptar.

Then there was a big ice page.

And then peoples lived in caves,

And they had toys
made out of sticks

And blankies
made out of leaves.

- Watch out, babies.

I'm gonna collapse.

[Sighs]

- What's wrong, angelica?

- Is that you, tommy?

- Oh, geez.

- No!
That's chuckie.

I'm over here.

- Oh, I'm just so hungry.

- Then maybe
you should eat something.

- Cookies.

Cookies!

I need cookies!

- But my mommy hid
the big dinosaur cookie jar.

- I know you could find it,
tommy,

You and your
really smart friends.

And if you do find it,

I'll do something very,
very nice for all of you.

- Like what, angelica?

- Uh...

I'll give you each a cookie.

[All gasp]
- all right!

- A cookie!

- Come on, guys.

We're going in search
of the cookie jar!

Don't worry, ug-gelica.

We'll bring back
the cook-a-saurus.

- Oh, thank you.

[Sighs]

Dumb cave babies.

[Birds cawing]

[Steam hissing]

- Um, tommy?

- I'm not tommy.

I'm tog.

That's lug, and he's flug.

And you're chug.

- Um, tog,
what's a cook-a-saurus?

- It's a gigantic dinosaur

That carries cookies
in a pouch on its tummy.

- Gigantic?

- The biggest dinosaur
you've ever seen.

- Think I'll just
head back to the cave

For a few hundred million years

Until all the dinosaurs
are gone.

[Yelps]

- [Roaring]

- [Screams]

Maybe I better
stay with you guys.

- How will we find
a cook-a-saurus, tog?

- We has to find diggle,
leader of the small peoples.

He was the last cave baby

To see which way
the cook-a-saurus went.

- Where he live?

- Up there,

High up on the mountain
in a far cave.

- [Gulps]

[Grunts]

- [Grunting]

[Both grunting]

- [Grunts]

- Thanks, tog.

- Come on, guys.

Diggle isn't much further.

- Tog,
it's getting kind of dark.

- Yeah.
We should go back.

[Gasping]

cr*ck!
[Flames whoosh]

[All gasping]

- What is it, tog?

- I think flug discovered fire.

- I did?

- [Gasps]

My own cave brother!

- Follow me, guys.

A tribe of the small people
is this way.

Uh-oh.
It's grug-a-lug.

He must be looking
for the cook-a-saurus too!

We have to hurry!

- Now, where could she
have hid those cookies?

- Look.
Over there!

- [Grunts]

- Oh, great diggle.

Please tell us
where the cook-a-saurus is.

We have to save ug-gelica.

- Goo-goo-goo.

- What's that mean?

- I don't know, chuck.

- Hey, look!

- Hmm.

Cave drawings.

This must tell
where the cook-a-saurus lives.

- These pictures
don't tell me nothing.

- Well, then we'll just
have to take diggle

And have him show us
where the cook-a-saurus lives.

- [Giggling]

- [Grunts]

- We've gots to hurry.

Which way is the cook-a-saurus,
diggle?

- Ookies, ookies!

- [Gasps]

Everybody, push!

[All grunting]

- Ookies!

[All gasp]

- How come it's not moving?

- Shh!

Maybe it's sleeping.

- Well, I think, you know,
we should just let it sleep

And tell ug-gelica.

She'll just have to eat
dirt and leaves

Like the rest of us.

Doh!

Hey, what's this round thingie?

- Wow.

- Chug!

You discovered the wheel!

Look, there's a whole bunch
of wheels

Over by these dinosaur bones.

Hmm.

That gives me a idea.

If we put those wheels
on that dinosaur skeleton,

We could put
the cook-a-saurus inside

And roll him to ug-gelica.

Chug, you stick the wheels on,

And flug and lug
will get the cook-a-saurus.

[Both grunt]

- Yay!

We did it!

- [Gasps]
shh!

You'll wake him.

- No, that cook-a-saurus
sleeps like a rock.

[Gasps]

[All grunting]

- [Sighs]

Good work, cave babies.

I feel better already.

Ah.

- Wait a second, ug-gelica.

You promised us each a cookie.

- Get lost.

Those cookies are all mine.

- Aha.

There it is.

How about sharing those
with your old grandpa?

- No!
They're mine.

[Crunching and munching]

- What's going on in here?

Pop, I thought I hid those
from you.

- I didn't find them.

I looked everywhere, but--

Never mind.

- Angelica.

- Babies, didi.

- There's a big plate of spinach
waiting for you in the kitchen.

- [Groans]

- Hey, how did that get fixed?

Come on, kids.

Let's take this old dinosaur
for a spin.

[All laughing]

- Ick!

- You know what, cave babies?

I think I've figured out
why they didn't have stories

Back in the pre-story times.

- Why, tog?

- You didn't need 'em.

You was always having fun.

[All laughing]

- [Squawking]

- Gee, twinkly,
what's the big deal?

- Yeah, stinky.