Tommy, what's Teddy doing next to that thing your Daddy made?
I don't know, Lil. I think it's a speriment.
Prepare for launch, geo target.
Activating the launch pedal in three, two, one, and go.
[grunting]
Oh.
Did I miss the bear?
That is a negatory on ursa fly boy.
I don't get it. I stepped on the launch pedal.
It should've shot Tommy's teddy bear over the roof.
Yeah. Well, it looks like you got a serious problem
with your gizmo.Over and out.
Stu, I don't say this lightly.
These turnips are fire.
- Ahh! Got it! - Oh.
Relaxed, Chazz. You were never in any real
danger, thanks to my awesome Dad reflexes.
[barking]
Is there a doctor in the house?
Oh yeah. Me.
Angelica,
everybody knows a kid can't be a doctor.
I guess you haven't seen my Doc McDingaling bag
with official sticker.
You only get this stuff if you're a real doctor.
My mommy is a real doctor and she doesn't have a sticker.
She probably stuck it on a shoe or something
and then walked all over it.
Now, listen up! We're gonna play hospital.
And Susie and Finster are going to be my first people.
And Phil and Lil.
Whose idea was it to invent babies? Here.
You two are gonna be my nurses.
Spot, you be the tool cleaner.
Awe, I wanted to do that.
What can I be, Angelica?
You'll be my sweat wiper.
I wanted to do that.
Foster's littler
and cuter and newer than Spike.
So, he gets to stay.
But what happens to Spike?
[sceaming]
This is not working for me, Tommy Pickles!
I just got here
and that drool factory covers Cynthia in dog spit!
And if he keeps doing bad stuff, your mommy and daddy
are gonna take him back to the puppy store!
So, keep him away from my Cynthia!
Guys, that's it!
We just gots to make Foster look like he's doing bad stuff!
And then they'll pick Spike instead of him.
This is not good. Not good at all.
Dr. Angelica.
I have been waiting here a long time.
Ow!
Tough luck! I've got Finster on the table!
I've gotta figure out what's wrong!
And trust me, with him, there's a lot wrong.
Ooh. That's ‘cause I eated a worm, isn't it?
You ate worm?
Only part of a worm.
Hmm.
Once I eated a watermelon seed,
and I thought my tummy was going to swell,
but nothing happened then.
[gasping]
Lemme, get this straight.
As usual, you babies aren't even good at being bad.
So, now you need my help?
Yes, please, Angelica.
They're going to give away Spike and keep the puppy!
You love Spike more than the puppy, right?
Well, I do not like the puppy,
or anything that thinks it's cuter than me!
And Spike does let Cynthia ride him when her racehorse's tired.
So, I guess I can help him out.
Great. What should we do?
Hmm. What's in this for me?
Ooh!
There's a lot more where this came from.
Ugh!
Once the job is done.
I'm gonna want that entire diaper.
I do know where you can find a dinosaur tooth, Tommy.
In the park.
But you better hurry because Finster's
going to turn into a worm boy any minute.
In fact, he's looking kind of slimy already.
Here, take my car.
But you said if we ever touched your car,
you'd bite off our fingers.
I say a lot of things.
Do you want the car or not?
I sure hope this is gonna work, Tommy.
Don't worry, Chucky.
Just keep being brave.
Whoa. Is that the coolest thing you've ever sawed?
No. That a be my belly button farts.
You know how to drive, Tommy?
Sure. I watch my mommy do it all the time.
Okay, guys, buckle up.
We gots a date with a dinosaur!
[screaming]
Oops.
[laughing]
Hey.
That's no fair.
Yeah. We want a turn too.
Rusty's wrecking the game.
Rusty, you're not supposed to keep pushing the ball to me.
We're [mumbling].
[squawking]
Bye bouncy ball.
You never miss ‘em 'til they're gone.
Sorry, guys.
Guess we'll have to play something else.
I know! Reptar attack!
[giggling]
Ah.
No, Rusty. Quit helping me.
No, I don't want it!
[grunting]
[groaning]
Ouch!
Awe, Reptar's all yucky now.
I can live with it.
There we go.
All set for you two.
Me and Tommy are going to have the best time together,
Aunt Deedee.
Oh, sweet.
Tommy, remember to listen to Angelica.
You're roomies now,
Angelica, wanna play spaceman?
No! This isn't playtime!
If we're sharing a room, that means we're married.
Gosh. Are you sure?
I forgot. Your squishy little brain doesn't know stuffs yet.
Yes! My mommy and daddy told me already.
So, things are going to be a little different.
Um. Maybe I could stay the same as always.
Face the facts, Pickles!
We're married now!
And you heard Aunt Deedee! You gotta listen to me!
And first thing I'm gonna to tell you,
is donate all your toys to charity!
Now, tuck in your shirt! We're having a dinner party.
[laughing]
Oh, how lovely.
Oh, how fun.
[laughing]
Oh, Cynthia!
I love it when you tell that story.
Don't you love that story, dear?
I said, don't you just love it when Cynthia tells that story,
dear?
Oh. Yeah.
Sure.
Dear.
I'd like to impose a toast.
To my husband, Thomas.
The okaying-est husband,
a lady could ever...
Hey!
Where do you think you're going?
Get back here!
Oh, I'm sorry, Angelica.
We've only been married 10 minutes!
You can't go crawling off!
Now, as I was saying.
Hey! Ugh!
Oh, forget dumb dinner parties.
What we need is a vacation.
Wee hee hee!
Deedee, Stu, and um, Betty,
to the kitchen!
Who's that bossy lady, Tommy?
She's here to take my daddy's toys.
Oh, and maybe my toys too.
She was looking at your bear kind of funny.
Don't worry, Teddy.
I'll never let no one take you.
Come on, guys, we gots to hide my toys!
[whimpering]
Sorry, teddy.
Hold your nose.
- What about that one? - This isn't a toy.
It's my screwdriver.
Hide it in your hair, Phillip.
I can't Lillian, I'm already storing a hot dog.
Finster! You're a lifesaver.
I am? Saving a life sounds like a lot of sponsability.
So, if it's all the same to you, Angeli...
Too late! Me and Tommy are married now and we need a baby!
So, you're going to be our baby!
I don't know if I want to be your baby, Angelica.
If you're living in our house,
you're going to be our new baby.
Hmm. What should I name you?
I already have a name, Chucky.
Blane.
Blane?
Blane.
Angelica, where are we taking Chucky?
We're taking our baby, Blane, to the toy store.
And he can have all the toys he wants.
Really?
Hold on, Chucky. I mean, Blane.
My mommy usually lets me get just one toy at the store.
Well, I guess I'm a nicer and betterer mommy then.
[grunting]
Hasn't he watched enough cartoons, dear?
Blane can watch cartoons all the time he wants, dear.
Can I play too?
No, my baby Blane never has to share anything!
After you find your screwdriver,
if you see my Debbie Doll,
please tell her I said hi.
Sure, Susie.
I know today hasn't been easy, Deedee,
but you are so very brave.
Thank you.
Just one more thing.
Tommy, the grown-ups are back in the house
This'll door is my mine!
Walk through it, Stu! Walk through it!
This home has officially been decluttered.
Take a moment to reflect.
Lady Declutter will see herself out.
Afort, Tommy! Afort! The organizerer is coming!
I can't leave without my...
Tommy, oh.
Screwdriver.
I can always count on you.
What was that?
Tommy, Susie's Debbie Doll!
Founded it!
[grunting]
[crying]
You know what they say? When one door closes,
Sorry, poor choice of words.
It feels like something's missing, doesn't it?
Yeah, like your whole life.
Holy cow! Where's your kid?
Thommy, where are you?
Hey, it's me.
I'm just leaving the Pickle's place.
Yeah. Tons of good stuff is gonna sell for a fortune online.
Uh, on the phone with my next client.
- Did you need something, dear? - Yes, my game!
You accidentally decluttered our baby!
That one's gotta screw loose.
Get your hands off me!
Your days of scamming people are over, Lady Declutter.
Telescope Man, Issue 188.
Thank you, Tommy.
[laughing]
Eh, maybe not.
I'll take that. She's beautiful.
When my balloon flied away, I was sad.
But my daddy said, balloons that fly away,
go to a great big party in the sky.
So, alls we have to do
is send Chuckie's balloon to the sky party.
But how? Chucky's balloon won't let go of him.
Who says I can't fly?
Can't believe I'm gonna do this.
Do what? Take off your shoes?
No, Susie. Little one said
that if a balloon holds onto something heavy,
it won't fly away.
So, if I make me not so heavy, then maybe my balloon can
fly me up to the sky party to the other balloons.
Wow! Chucky. Um. But aren't you a scared to fly?
Of course, I'm scared to fly.
But if I gots to be scared for just a little bit,
to help my balloon not be lonely the rest of his life,
then that's what I'm gonna do.
Ooh, I'm still not light enough to fly.
Pick your nose! Both holes!
Ewe, Phil, no.
Hey, looks like Chucky's getting in touch with his wild side.
Chucky?
Hey, buddy.
[screaming]
Chucky!
[screaming]
- Kid tied to a baloon! - This is not a drill!
Almost.
Whoa.
Whoa!
Other baloons! If you can hear me?
Come back to your friend!
I got him!
Ahh!
I got him.
You're okay, Chucky.
You are the true dad reflex master!
- Thanks to my catapult! - Up high!
Oh, yeah! But okay, that hurt.
So, reel in in just a little.
Chucky, you flied!
But I didn't get to the party or find any balloons.
I'm sorry, Balloon.
Maybe I could pretend to be a balloon like your friends.
[gasping]
Chucky, you made ‘em all come back!
Look, Balloon! Your friends are here!
Wait. What? What?
Why are they floating away?
Please don't go!
Rogue balloons, twelve o'clock!
[grunting]
[sighing]
Dang!
What? Haven't you ever heard of mom reflexes?
This is Lil's first try at
crossing the livingroom on blocks.
Will she make it? We're about to find out.
Ahh!
Tada!
Here score... a perfect is 10!
Hello, Daffodil.
Hi, Grandpa.
My new toy just came, special delivery.
And I told Daddy I have to open it with Tommy and the babies.
Isn't that sweet?
She's always thinking of her little cousin.
- Uh oh. - This can't be good.
- Go on, open it! - Careful, Tommy.
The last time Angelica tolded me
to open a box, a clown popped out.
Uh, it's worser than a clown.
It's another Angelica.
This is my brand new, just like me doll!
See? She's just like me!
Eh, how much like you?
Duh, Susie. Exactly like me.
She looks just like me.
And she talks just like me too!
Tell the babies who you are.
I'm Angelica Pickles.
Just like me.
I'm three years old.
Sound familiar?
My friends, all call me Angie.
No we don't.
I like you.
Hold on. Something's wrong.
Great idea.
You're amazing. Let's share.
What?
I'd never say that junk!
This isn't just like me, at all!
Daddy! Daddy!
I don't like my new toy! Send it back!
Oh, precious.
You can't return a just like me doll.
It's made to order.
Remember, we recorded your voice
so the doll would sound just like you?
And mommy cut a piece of your hair
so that they could make the dolly's hair the same color.
Technology is terrifying.
What happened to kids having conversations with a sock?
Oh, and that's not scary.