07x10 - A Dose of Dil/ Famous Babies

[bunniefuu]

[ Snoring]

[ Gasps]

[ Kids laughing]

I'm sorry, sweetums.

You can't have
your hand back

Until the medicine
dries

And we cover the spot
where the nice doctor

Poked your finger.

[ Crying...]

[ Yawns]

Oh!

I know, dil, I know.

You're all icky and cranky
from your booster sh*t.

Ah... [ Giggles]

[ Giggling...]

[ Tommy laughing]

[ Both laughing...]

[ Whining]

Coming, spike.

[ Crying...]

[ Wailing...]

[ Giggling...]

[ Gasps]
oh!

Poor tommy.

This can't be any fun
for you, can it?

I'll take him outside, deed.

Come on, champ.

I wish I could go play
when things get hectic.

[ Dil wailing...]

Fill 'er up!

Check the oil!

Rotate my wires!

All right, but it's
going to cost you.

You missed a spot!

[ Hawks, spits]

Out, out, darn spot!

You!

I get
a free lollipop

With a full t*nk
of gas.

[ Gulps]

You do?

Ooh...

Oh, hello, uncle stu.

Hi, angelica. It's nice of you
to play with the younger kids.

That's me,
the thoughfulest
kid on the block.

I want
my free lollipop!

Angelica, where are we
apposed to get a lollipop
on such shorts notice, huh?

Hmph, not my problem.

I'm taking a spin
around the yard

And you better have
my lollipop when I gets back!

[ Laughing...]

Whew, glad she's gone.

Where have you been,
tommy?

Playing with dil on account of
he went to the doctor.

I thought he'd need
extra attentions.

That's nice, tommy,
uh, but, um

How come your daddy
bringed you out here?

I don't know, chuckie.

Lil:
it looks like
they're having a party.

[ Dil crying]

[ Grunting]

Hurry, stu.
Lipschitz advises
administering pain reliever

Before the baby
is too miserable!

The baby or the parent?

Don't worry, tommy.

Dil's getting
lots of attentions

From your
mommy and daddy.

Yeah.

Too bad you're out here.

Well, that's okay.

Uh, they're probably
going to give me
attentions later.

Angelica:
time's up, babies!

Where's my lollipop?

[ Gasping and yelling]

[ Thud]

Angelica,
are you all right?

Of course...
Uh, I mean...

[ Crying]

The wall hit my car
and I fell out

And there wasn't
even any soft babies
for me to land on.

Show me where it hurts.

Here and here and here
and here and here and here!

Hmm... You'd better come inside
and let me check you out.

Ha-ha-ha.

Did you see that, guys?

I don't think angelica
was really hurted.

Why would angelica make believe
she was hurted?

To get attentions, you guys.
It's not fair.

Now my mommy and daddy
will really forget about me!

I'll give you attentions, tommy.

And I bet that phil and lil
will give you attentions, too.

Won't you guys?

[ Whispering]

We was just saying,
once I had a owie

That looked awfuler
than it feelded

And mommy give me
a reptar sticky.

And then I cried so much
'cause lil got a sticky

That mommy
gave me one, too!

I couldn't find a scratch
on you, angelica.

I must have already healed,
aunt didi.

Oh, well,
thanks for the lollipop.

[ Humming]

[ Dil crying]

There you go, sweetums.

Let's see if this
gentle rocking motion

Calms you down
like it says on the box.

[ Sucking]

Huh, your pacifier!

I'll be right back!

[ Crying]

I don't get it, chuckie.

My mommy's not paying
any attentions to me.

That's... Too... Bad.

And it's angelica's fault.

[ Slurping...]

Oh, hi, tommy!

See my big lollipop?

You just maked believe
you had a boo-boo

So's you could get candy.

Yup. [ Snickers]

I was great, wasn't i?

But it's not called
make-believe.

It's called acting.

Hmm? Acting?

What's that?

Like the peoples do
on t.b., Silly.

You mean like reptar?

Yeah, I learned
everything I know from reptar.

Now go play
with your little friends.

I got a lot of licking to do.

[ Slurping]

Oh... [ Gulps]

Deed, could you please bring
some ginger ale in a sippy cup?

[ Chuckie retches]

And a mop?

Chuckie throwed up.

But your mommy's
taking care of him.

Just like his dad.

Remember that
casino night?

Chas got sick
at the roulette wheel.

Oh, no!

Tell me about it.

I was on a winning streak.

Come on, let's go
for a nice, long walk.

That should
calm you down.

No, no, phil.

You must never pick
at those nasty old scabs.

We don't want them
to become infected.

Let's put
a sticky on it

So you won't be
tempted.

[ Sniffles, murmurs]

Oh... Of course, lil.

You can have one, too.

Do you feels better,
chuckie?

Of course he does.

The kid got ginger ale,
didn't he?

Nice work, finster.

I didn't know
you had it in you.

Angelica, chuckie
wasn't make-believing.

He really throwed up.

Yeah, right.

And you got stickies
for nothing. Not bad.

See, tommy... [ Slurps]

Everyone's got
something but you.

[ Snickers]

[ Dil wailing]

Well, that walk didn't
do much for dil... Or me.

Or any of our neighbors
within a five-mile radius.

What the...?

Thank goodness
you're back, stu.

I need water...
Calamine lotion...
More bandages.

We're almost
out of antiseptic.

[ Wailing...]

[ Wailing...]

And chuckie needs
more ginger ale, stat!

Look at tommy, deed.

We're lucky to
have one kid who's
low-maintenance.

[ Slurping]

Angelica, I'm not
getting any attentions.

You gots to teach me
acting.

Okay, I'll teach you
what I knows about acting

But what's in it for me?

I'll give you all the cookies
or juice or stickies I gets.

Uh, I just want my mommy
and daddy to play with me.

Pickles, you're so easy

You almost take the fun
out of making a deal... Almost.

Okay, let's start with my
favorite: the hurted knee.

Oh... Ow, my knee, my knee!

I think it's breakeded!

Don't worry, angelica,
I'll get my mommy!

No, silly,
that was acting.
Now you try.

Uh... Ow...

No, no, no,
more like this.

Oh...! Ow...!

Oh.

Mm... Oh... Ooh, ah...

Um, ow?

Let me save you a lot of time
and heartfake, tommy.

This acting thing is something
a baby's either got or not

And you, baby, are no reptar.

[ Laughing]

[ Didi gasps]

Oh, my!

[ Laughing]

Aunt didi!

My knee still hurts and
my lollipop's all gone.

I need another treat.

You'll have to wait,
angelica.

I have to get
the twins untangled.

Oh, I need cookies,
I need ice cream,
I feel sick...!

Stu, could you take
angelica's temperature?

My temperature?! No!

I'm better, I'm better!

I just need cookies.

Come on...

Ah... Tommy!

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Ah... Oh...

[ Crying]

Tommy, tommy!

Dil!

[ Grunting]

[ Giggling and laughing]

It's okay, deed,
they're not crying.

They're laughing!

Oh... [ Kissing]

My little hero.

So I don't has to make believe
I'm hurted or sick, you guys

'Cause I know
my little brother's

Always going to be
paying attentions to me

'Cause that's
what brothers
are apposed to do.

Yeah!
All right!way to go, dilly!

Oh... Oof... Ooh...

What's the matter,
chuckie?

I think he's
trying to tell us

He needs some
'tentions.

No, no, I drank
too much ginger ale.

I gots to go potty!

Just one more minute,
angelica.

Hmph!

Well, I'll be!

The proud papas!

Where did you dig up
this fossil?

I joined the
"blast from the past"
record club.

You get tapes for a penny.

And you only have to
buy a hundred more
at regular club prices.

♪ How I love my baby

♪ Sweet as a bubble-gum tree

♪ As a bubble-gum tree...♪

Weren't they
the greatest band?

Oh, you bet,
everybody loved the proud papas.

They played

All over the world.

All right, sweetie,
you're done.

Hey, look what I gots!

Who are they, tommy?

I don't know, but our mommies
really like them.

They're a bunch of friends
who play together.

I think they're called
a band.

Hey, we're a bunch
of friends.

And all we do
is play together.

Tommy, maybe we're a band!

Yeah, I think we are,
chuckie.

Uh, except these guys
sing and play music
on their innermints, too.

[ Cooing and rattling]

Look, tommy.

Dilly's already gots
an innermint.

I bet we can
find some real
good innermints

Around here
somewheres.

Boy, I could really make
some noise with these.

Not as much as I can
make with this, phillip.

Uh-huh, lillian!

Alls I found
is this potty paper holder.

That's great,
chuckie!

You can sing into it!

[ Echoing]:
♪ la-la-la...

♪ La-la...

Hey! It works!

Come on, phil, lil.

We gots to make
some music!

♪ La-la-la...

What do you babies
think you're doing?

Hi, angelica.

We're a band.

Yeah, and we're making music
and we gots innermints.

That's not
what it means
to be a band.

You're missing
the whole point.

We are?

Yeah! The most important part

Of being a band

Is to get famous.

What's famous,
angelica?

Only the bestest thing
in the whole world!

You can have anything you want
if you're famous.

Wow! I'm going to get me
some mud!

Don't forget
the wormies!

Not so fast.

First you needs to find

A bunch of people

Who are going to
clap and cheer

When you sing to them.

They're your applaudience.

Well, we could sing
for our mommies.

Mommies don't count.

They have to like you.

An applaudience is people
you don't know.

Hmm... And I think
I see a real applaudience
right over there.

Babies and gendermen!

Angelica pickles
is proud to resent

The bestest new band
on the playground!

Please give a warm seesaw
welcome to... Uh... The babies!

Uh...

Uh...

Start singing,
we're losing them!

Uh... We're going to play
a song, um...

What song are we
apposed to sing?

It doesn't matter, just sing!

Tommy, phil, lil, play!

[ Sighs]

Oh, the things I do
for you dumb babies.

[ Gasps]

Aah...!

Ooh, I got,
I got sand in my pants!

What's wrong
with chuckie?

I think
it's a sand dance.

Hey, maybe we should
try it, too.

You're a drummer,
not a dancer!

Tommy, play
that guitar!

Phil, do something!

[ Rhythmically]:
♪ I got sand in my pants!

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh!

♪ I got sand
in my pants! ♪

♪ Ooh, ah, ooh, ah...

♪ Yeah, this is not a dance!

♪ I got sand in my pants!

♪ Aah...
Ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ooh! ♪

[ Cheering]

That was great,
chuckie!

Uh, it was?

Yeah! I think
we're famous now.

Bring on
the wormies!

Oh, no, babies.

Do you mind
if I call you babies?

You got lots more work to do
before you're really famous.

And I can help you.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Enjoy the show.

♪ Buh-buh-buh...

I don't know if I can do
that dance again, tommy.

I don't gots no sand
in my pants right now.

Chuckie, alls you gots to do
is pretend.

Yeah, like this.

[ Twins grunting and laughing]

Here they are, the babies!

[ Cheering]

All right, babies,
you're on!

Um...

♪ I got sand
in my, er, ooh, ah... ♪

♪ Pants, ooh, ooh, ooh...

Oh, it's just not the same.

[ Sighs]

Aah!

♪ I got sand
in my pants! ♪

♪ I got sand
in my pants! ♪

♪ I got sand in my pants!

♪ I got sandin my pants! ♪

♪ Ah, ooh,
I got sand in my pants! ♪

♪ I got sand in my pants!

[ Kids cheering and laughing]

Ooh...thanks, phil.

How does my bow look,
phillip?

Will you autograph
my reptar, tommy?

[ Reptar roars]

Ooh... I never seen
reptar do that afore.

Want to play with it?

Um, sure.

Hey, look, you guys!

Tommy playing
with myreptar!

Oh...!

I kissed chuckie!

[ Giggling]

Angelica pickles
is proud to announce

A surprise show
by the jumble gym!

Price of submission
is one cookie.

And no yucky granola bars
like last time.

This is going to be
the biggest show yet!

So don't mess it up!

[ Sighs]

Well, better get my sand.

I been thinking,
you guys.

Maybe we should try
singing a new song.

Uh, but, tommy, everybody
likes the song we play now.

I know, chuckie, but we gots
to try something new sometimes

Uh, like maybe we could play
a song about a adventurer
who climbs up real high.

Yeah, I been thinking, too.

See, chuckie should do
less dancing and I should
do more drumming.

Uh, but, guys... We got famous
doing the sand dance.

We should just keep doing it.

'Sides, I'm the favoritest,
so...

Who said
you're the favoritest?

They all give me
bugs and worms.

You guys...
The bow, how does it look?

Come on, babies, you're on!

Give a big playground welcome
to... The babies!

♪ I want to
climb up high! ♪

♪ I want to climb
up high! ♪

♪ I want to
climb up high... ♪

♪ I got sand in my pants,
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh... ♪

Can't drum
to two songs.

Let's play our own
song, phillip.

♪ I have a pretty bow

♪ It is nice
and beautiful
and pink... ♪

♪ I got a lot of bugs!
I got a lot of bugs! ♪

♪ I got
a lot of bugs... ♪

[ All singing at same time...]

[ Sighs]

I used to like this band.

My ears is all hurting!

[ Continue to sing
at same time...]

♪ I got
a lot of bugs... ♪

Um, guys... I, i...

Guys...

[ Crying]

What's the matter,
chuckie?

Yeah, how come
you're crying?

I hate to see
chuckie cry.

I don't want to be famous
no more.

We don't even do the fun stuffs
that friends are apposed to do.

Now it doesn't even feel
like we're friends no more.

Chuckie's right.

We changeded.

Yeah...
What was we thinking?

You guys, we been
famous long enough.

You mean, we can go back
to being friends again?

Sure we can.

Nothing's
more important
than being friends.

Oh... Thanks, guys.

I was getting kind of tired
of putting sand in my pants
anyways.

Where are you babies going?
You're in the middle of a show!

Um, angelica,
we don't want to
be famous no more.

What?! But what
about the cookies?!

I mean, uh, the, um,
the, the, uh... Oh, fine!

I don't need you dumb babies
anyway.

I can be famous all by myself.

Babies and gendermen!

Angelica pickles is proud to
resent... Angelica pickles!

♪ Look at me!

♪ Look at me!

♪ You can't believe
that I'm so pretty ♪

♪ Look at me!

♪ I'm so smart!

♪ And I'm only three...

♪ Look at me!

♪ Look at me!

♪ Look at me...! Yeah!

♪ How I love my baby

♪ Sweet as a bubble-gum tree

♪ As a bubble-gum tree♪

♪ How I love my baby

♪ But does my baby love me?

♪ Ooh...

Boy:
tommy's playing with myreptar!