09x05 - Happy Taffy Imagine That

[bunniefuu]

[ whirring]

[ snoring]

Whoa!

[ whirring]

[ kids laughing]

[ dog barks]

[ giggles]

[ whirring]

[ squeals]

Your resumé lists
a lot of experience

working with kids,
Helgina.

[ loudly]:
Yes.

I grew up
on a goat farm.

Kids... baby goats.

This one looks like
a good baby-sitter, Tommy.

Yeah, she gots
fruit snackies
on her hat.

Um...

I think she's going bye-bye

like the rest of them.

STU:
If this baby-
sitter search

lasts much longer,
we won't even need
a baby-sitter.

The kids will be
all grown up.

How's the sprout-sitter
search going?

Horribly.

You know, my grand-niece Taffy
is looking for a job

to help support
her musical studies

and she's great
with kids.

A family member
would be wonderful!

Well, she's
in a recital
this afternoon.

Ooh, why don't
we all go?

How nice-- a recital.

[ rock music playing]

GIRL:
Yeah!

♪ I heard the angels sing
when we met ♪

♪ At the convenience mart

♪ But now all I hear
is the sound of my... ♪

Why is that girl
so sad, Tommy?

Um, I don't know.

Maybe she needs
a nappy.

I think she has
to go potty.

♪ Heart...

[ music ends]

Thank you!

We are Taffy
and the Saltwaters.

Aunt Lulu!

[ Taffy chuckles]

Taffy, this is
Stu and Didi
and the kids.

I'm so fully fabbed
about hanging with the minis!

She's excited
about watching
the kids.

So, how about it if Taffy
baby-sits tomorrow?

Well...

It's settled then.

I don't know, Deed.

The lullaby
doesn't say
"rocker bye, baby."

I say it
wouldn't hurt

to check up
on her.

Maybe you're right.

[ imitating electric guitar]

TOMMY:
I hope Taffy's

as fun a baby-sitter as Grandpa.

All's she gots to do
is sleep a lot.

And take out
her teeth

and make them
swim around
in a glass.

[ chuckles]

[ doorbell buzzes]

Fab to see you.

Do you mind
if I riff a few songs

while I scope the minis?

The band just booked
a breakthrough gig:

the grand reopening of
a diner/gas station on Route .

Uh, Taffy,
we'd like you

to take the kids
to the park.

At exactly :.

That's : p.m.
to you civvies.

All right, people,
let's go, go, go.

Thank you, thank you.

I'm Angelica and, uh...

[ gasps]

ANGELICA:
I'm going to be
a rock star, too.

[ singing off-key]:
♪ Tinkle, tinkle,
little star. ♪

Thank you!

Fully tremendo voice,

but that song's
way moldy.

You should write your own song
about the truth:

what you know, what you see.

Like this...

♪ I want to be free
like a birdie on a tree ♪

♪ Named Steve
who likes to ski-ee-ee... ♪

Taffy's sad again.

It's hard to be happy

when Angelica's
standing right
next to you.

Well, we maded Taffy
happy afore, you guys.

We just gots to do it again.

Being a rock
star is easy.

♪ I see the floor

♪ And there's the couch...

Okay, why don't we wait
till we get to the park?

[ laughs nervously]

♪ I'm in the park
and there's a tree ♪

[ loudly]:
♪ And...
some grass! ♪

That was, uh,
fully, um, loud.

But why don't you
look around

for something
that really cranks
your cranie--

something that
really inspires you,

and write a song
about that?

Okay.

Hey, super-mini!

What's the haps?

[ blows raspberry]

Whoa, deep.

[ strums guitar]

♪ When the world
tells you thpfft ♪

♪ Just get up and...

and... what rhymes with thpfft?

[ continues strumming]

♪ Thpfft,
just get up and... ♪

Why is she sad again?

Wait-- what
makes us happy?

Maybe that'll
make Taffy

happy, too.

[ dog barks]

I like stinky, wet doggies.

I know-- toys.

There's some toys.

Uh, Phil?

That's trash.

What's the difference?

Nothing rhymes with thpfft.

Thpfft.

Thpfft.

[ gasps]

She likes the toys,
you guys!

♪ Life is a big fat
lost and found ♪

♪ Like a really old shoe

♪ on the ground...

Maybe she doesn't know
the toys are toys.

Come on.

Let's show her
by playing with them.

♪ Lost and fow-ow-ow...

Hey, minis!

[ strums guitar]

♪ Life is a big fat
lost and found ♪

♪ Like a really old shoe...

DIDI:
Yes-In-Didi to Beef Stu
and Big Momma,

Teenie Rocker located
in playground sector

having craft time with kids.

Isn't that nice?

Under and out.

Ha! She has to do
better than that!

Whew, it's humungo hot.

Taffy's all hot
and leaky.

Oh, maybe that's
why she's so sad.

We just got
to find

a giant bowl
of ice cream

and get her to swim
around in it.

Or we could use that.

Sorry, my parents
say never give
ice to strangers

unless you're friends
with the birthday boy.

Oh, yeah, we're
real good friends

with, uh,
what's his name?

Tony, you know
these guys?

They look familiar.

Yeah, you probably seen us
on the playground.

Yeah, by the thing.

Oh, yeah.

Ice all around, Luigi!

[ babies cheer]

[ gasps]

[ strums guitar]

♪ Ice is cold and
harsh like winter ♪

♪ But it's not as bad
as a splinter... ♪

Teenie Rocker brought
ice to the park

to keep the kids'
juice chilled.

BETTY [ over walkie talkie]:
Aw, ice-- anybody can do that.

Ow-- splinter.

♪ Ow, splinter.

I found something
that really perspires me:

ice cream!

[ screeching]:
♪ Ice cream! Ice cream!

♪ I scream for ice cream!

[ blows raspberry]

[ angrily]:
Ooh!

You dumb baby!

Yes! That's it!

That was real!

Go with it.

Hmm.

♪ Oh, you dumb baby

♪ You make me nuts

♪ You and your, uh,
poopy butt. ♪

Whoa, okay, too real.

Why don't you go
practice guitar a little?

Okay.

Hey, minis,
how about
some juice?

♪ Your mind is like a juice box
and I don't have a straw ♪

♪ But it's the cutest...

Aw, such cute
little babies.

♪ Straw, straw, straw...

That's it, you guys!

We're babies, and what
are babies bestest at?

Being cute!

And there's nothing cuter
than dancing babies!

♪ Your mind...

[ laughs]

Shake it, minis!

[ strums guitar quickly]

♪ Do the mini shake,
do the mini shake ♪

♪ Shake up and down,
all around ♪

♪ Do the mini shake.

♪ Do the mini shake,
do the mini shake... ♪

Well, I'll be.

We are "go"

for Teenie Rocker
as baby-sitter.

Repeat: "go" for baby-sitter.

♪ Do the mini shake.

Yeah!

Whoa, that was way too happy,
yet strangely catchy.

I have a brand-new hit
for the big reopening!

[ laughs]

Thanks, minis!

♪ Do the mini shake,
do the mini shake... ♪

Taffy's happy!

[ babies cheer]

♪ Do the mini shake,
do the mini... ♪

What are you guys
doing here?

Taffy, we'd like
you to start

as our permanent
baby-sitter next week.

Excell-icious!

Thank you!

Mr. Pickles, there's
some dirt on your lip.

[ howls in pain]

Got it.

Hear that, guys?

Taffy's going to baby-sit us
lots and lots.

I guess things is going to be
real different now.

ANGELICA:
♪ You dumb babies

♪ You make me nuts

♪ You and your poopy butts.

Not that
different.

[ goat bleats]

[ siren wailing]

Got you, Doomsday.

[ communicator beeping]

MAN:
Mr. Hughes here.

Congratulations, ladies.

Thanks, boss.

No job is too tough for...
the Cynthia Team!

I love this show,
I love this show!

What are we
going to play now?

Hey, guys,
want to play make-believe?

[ all exclaim]

Just think, Betty,

we could win
the Dr. Lipschitz

"Healthy Cookie for Your
Happy Baby" baking contest.

If only I could remember
that secret healthy ingredient

from great-granny Fanny's
old recipe.

Oh! Wheat grass!

I'll be back
before you can say

"Healthy Cookie for
Your Happy Baby" contest.

[ cheering coming from TV]

[ sighs]:
Ah...

[ cheering]

Who says crime-fighting
doesn't pay?

[ all laughing]

[ TV goes off]

Angelica, it's much
too nice a day

to be watching TV.

Why don't you join
the babies outside

for some fresh air?

Hmph!

CHUCKIE:
Oh, if only that alien princess
wasn't under that wicked spell,

she'd show you where your
dragon is, Mr. Nice Knight.

How's the potion coming,
Miss Important Scientist?

Almost done.

I, uh, just need some mud.

Oh, lucky thing
I'm a saladmander

who lives in mud.

TOMMY:
Oh... oh, no!

Oh, the mud catched on fire!

If only we had a fireman!

Fireman Chuckie to the rescue!

Hey, look!

The dragon!

[ snuffling]

All right, babies,

now that I'm here,

we're going to play

the coolest big-kid game
of all-- The Cynthia Team.

Mmm, no thanks,
Angelica.

We want to
play make-believe.

First off, there's a girl
who can do anything,

and she always gets the bad guy,

but first she gets caught
and has to escape,

and the bestest part in the end,
she gets a big parade.

Now, you two
will be the slidekicks.

You'll be the one
who's not real smart.

Lil, you'll
be the funny one.

Okay.

[ fake laughter]

Good one.

Now, Chuckie,

you are Mr. Bakerman,

the biggest cookie
maker in the world.

I don't think a fireman

should have to be baking
cookies, Angelica.

You're right, Chuckie,
firemen shouldn't.

That's why...

you're not a fireman!!

Don't worry, Chuckie,
I'll help.

No, you can't, because you're
the evil Dr. Doomsbake.

Angelica, I'm bad at being bad.

Well, you'll learn.

And Phil, you're the boss,

Mr. Really
Really Big.

Why does Phil
gets to be the boss?

Because I said so.

Doesn't that kind of
make youthe boss?

No... I mean, yes.

But... no!

Now, the only thing
you babies got to know

is that Cynthia is the greatest
crime-fighter of all time.

And, oh, yeah--
Cynthia is called Angelica.

[ phone rings]

The hot line!

Hello?

Mr. Really Really Big?

Yes, boss, of course
the Angelica Team's ready

for our dangerous assignment.

You mean evil Dr. Doomsbake
got a giant laser beam

that will destroy
all the world's cookies?

You're right--
he's got to be stopped.

We'll go to Bakerman's
right away.

The Angelica Team is on the job!

Huh?

Am I really the boss?

CHUCKIE:
And when I got back

from my business trip,
all my cookies were stoleded.

Aha! Crumbs.

Whoever committed this grime

likes cookies.

Yeah!

[ fake laughter]

ANGELICA:
Good one.

Angelica, I wants
to be a good guy

who just eats a cookie,
not some evil guy

that astroys cookies.

Okay, you're a guy
who gets to eat a cookie...

right before
you destroy them!!

Now, get back
to your labrador

so I can catch you
and get my parade!

Aha! Another clue.

Is this chocolaty napkin
yours, Bakerman?

Nope, because I always
wipe my mouth on my sleeve.

It must be evil Dr. Doomsbake's.

KIMI:
How come?

Exactly--
and we've got to

get to his secret labrador

before all the cookies crumble.

Let's go!

Mmm.

[ chokes]

[ coughing]

Wa-wa-- wa-wa-wa-wa-- water!

Water,
that's it!

It's seaweed,

not wheat grass.

Oh, I'll be back in a jiff.

We'll take my dream-plane
to my dream-boat

to get to Doomsbake Island.

Why don't we just
take the hair plane
the whole way?

Uh... because it's my game.

[ boat engine roaring]

Where's Dr. Doomsbake,
Angelica?

[ fake laughter]

Hmm...

[ squawking]

Follow those birds

who must be headed
for more cookies.

And where there's cookies,
there's Dr. Doomsbake.

Or we could follow this trail
of chocolaty napkins

and feetprints that leads
to that scary labradory.

Nobody likes a smarty pants.

Puff your hair and smile,
we got climbing to do.

[ electricity buzzing]

If only there was a way in.

How about
that door?

Well, if that's all there is.

Let's try
the doorbell.

[ fake laughter]

[ doorbell rings,
hinges squeak]

Dr. Doomsbake
will be biting dust

before he can say
"chocolaty chip..." whoa!

[ all screaming]

Just as I thought.

We're prisoners

in Dr. Doomsbake's
dungeon of terror

and there's no way out!

Except maybe
through there.

What kind of escape
would that be?

I got to use my carroty kick
to get us out.

Carrots are a
kung food you know.

[ shouting
and kicking]

BETTY:
Hold up there, Deed.

If it's supposed to
be a happy baby cookie,

let's try it on an expert.

Good idea, Betty.

[ laughing]

[ sniffs]

[ screaming]

Betty, these
healthy cookies

aren't making
anyone happy.

You're right, Deed,
this recipe's for
the birds.

Then maybe they'll enjoy it.

In the meantime,
let's bake a batch

of real cookies
for the babies.

Hi, I'm the evil
Docker Gloomstick.

[ laughing]

And your giant laser beam

is disappearing
all the cookies
in the world!

I'm going to stop you
and everyone's going to love me

and I'm going to get
a big parade!

Be warmed, Doomsbake,

you're about to bite the dust.

Why can't I just bite a cookie?

[ sighs]

Wait!

Huh?

If the lazy beamer

can make cookies disappeared,
maybe if I turn it around

it will bring
cookies back--

enough for the whole
wide world!

Huh?

[ beeping]

[ machine sputtering]

Hmm... maybe it needs
water from the fireman.

Huh?

Bakerman... fireman.

Uh... I'm here!

[ machine whirring]

I guess your grime-fighter work
is done here, Angelica,

because now
there's no more grime.

Isn't that great?

No... you're the bad guy,

and I got to catch you
to get my parade.

[ beeping]

Hey, Angelica, can I
have some cookies?

Ooh.

[ Angelica laughing deviously]

[ machine whirring]

[ beeping and whirring]

[ crackling]

There!

Now there's a grime.

Angelica,
now you'rethe bad guy.

Don't be ridiceelis!

Slidekicks, let's get him.

We're taking you in.

What?

Do you want
to go to jail

or to my alien planet
where I'm a princess?

Oh...

PHIL:
Tommy, Lil and Kimi,

you're the bestest
grime-fighters ever!

Because you saved
the cookies

and caughted
the bad guy,

you gets a really big parade.

Me and the brave fireman, too.

I can do that,
because I'm the boss.

[ babies cheering]

Hey!

I'm supposed to be
the head grime-fighter,

not the bad guy.

And it's supposed to
be my parade.

[ all shouting and laughing]

I quit!!

Boy, Angelica sure
doesn't know

how to play make-
believe very good.

[ gasps]

[ sighs]

[ all laughing]

They can have all the
pretend cookies they want.

I'll just eat the real ones.

[ eating noisily]

Kids, fresh-baked
cookies!

[ crunching]

[ all exclaiming]

Well, the secret
to our happy baby

seems to be
a normal cookie.

Oh...

Angelica's not
eating cookies, you guys.

LIL:
Maybe she just wants
us to have them.

[ all laughing]

ANGELICA [ laughing]:
Good one!