[groaning]
[gasping]
[screaming]
[panting]
[stomping]
What's wrong, Chuckie?
I don't know.
I thought I had to go, and then I didn't.
Now I do, now I don't.
Do. Don't. Do. Don't.
[screaming]
[laughing]
I can't find my eyes.
I can't find...
[gasping]
Oh, no. My eyes!
Now I'm never gonna see again!
[crying]
What's that?
Sounds like it's someone crying.
[gasps] It sounds like Chuckie crying!
Come on!
[crying]
Chuckie!
Tommy?
Tommy!
Chuckie!
Oh, Tommy!
Why'd we ever rub that lamp? Why'd we ever make those wishes?
I wish I had my old dad,
and my old house and my old life.
Tommy, this new world's even scarier than the old one.
Aw, come on, Chuckie, it's not that scary.
Oh, boy! It's the kids!
[screaming]
Hey, come back! Pull my finger!
The world is my toaster.
Uh, Chuckie? Is that the crib that has the wide bars on it?
And the tall sides?
And the picture of the pink and blue sea?
Yep, that's the one. Why?
Well, you see, the grown-ups just carried it
out of your room in pieces.
What?!
[panting]
No one took my crib anywhere!
Why would someone take it?
You'll see, it'll be right where it's always been.
All cozy and comfy and...
[screaming]
Well, I guess the Chuckster found a surprise.
See? This isn't so bad.
Yeah, it's kinda okay.
I told you there were no monsters.
Yeah, maybe you was--
- Round the room. - [screaming]
You hear that, Tommy?! You hear that?!
- Hear what? - Hear me, happy boy!
[screams] Angelica was right!
There really is monsters under the bed!
Chuckie, what's wrong?
Come out from under the covers!
No way, Tommy! You heard what Angelica said!
This the only place I'm safe!
[struggling]
Come on, Chuckie! Come on!
No, Tommy! No! Leave me alone!
[grunts]
Chuckie, listen to me!
You gotta come out from under those covers!
- What for? - Because...
'Cause... 'Cause monsters aren't real
and you gotta look under the bed
and show yourself they aren't real.
Why?
'Cause if you don't,
you'll be scared of them forever and ever!
Is that a problem?
Chuckie, you're going to go down there
look that monster in the eye,
and prove he isn't real!
You're gonna stand up and say, "I'm Chuckie Crandall Finster,
and I'm not scared!"
You're right!
- [rustling] - [gasps]
Is that you?
[screams]
[panting]
Did you hear what your mommy said?
Even she thinks I'm not Chukie 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 star ♪
I feel more like a...
Ralph!
[crying]
I don't wanna be Ralph!
I want my old shirt back!
Gee, Twinkly, what's the big deal?
Yeah, Stinky, it's just a shirt.
Yeah? How'd you like it if your daddy taked away
your shirts with the duckies on 'em?
[spitting]
Yucky!
Well, if you loves puddings
and you hates Grandpa's wrinkly fruits,
then you gots to be Chuckie!
[gasps] You really think so, Tommy?
Of course!
Yay!
Chuckie's back!
[giggling]
Thanks, guys.
Gee, you even bringed me a cake to celebrate.
[sniffs]
Mm, banana! My favorite-st!
[spitting]
Yuck!
What's wrong?
[sighing]
Guess Ralph don't like banana cake.
[sighs]
I'd better go outside
and see what kinda toys Ralph likes.
But it's my ticket to the world!
[screams]
[mumbles]
[screams]
[playing off-key]
[screaming]
We gots to keep looking!
Wait, we haven't checked the potty yet.
How come you aren't doing monkey stuff, Chuckie?
It's awful big, isn't it?
What's awful big, Chuckie?
The sky.
Are you still talking about the sky, Chuckie?
We're playing jungle now!
The sky's a lot more important than any pretend jungle.
Chuckie, the sky is way up there.
It's nothing you have to think about too much.
Now it's way up there,
but what makes you think a big thing like that
can stay up in the air forever?
Gee, I never thought about that.
Big pieces are gonna come crashing down just like--
Ow! What was that? Something hit me in the head!
The sky! It's the sky!
The sky? Oh, no! It's true! The sky really is falling!
Oh, no! Oh, no!
What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do?
It is unfair!
There's so many stories I haven't heard
and so many cookies I haven't eaten!
I gets to smell the nice, safe flowers,
and I can look up at the nice, safe sky.
Hello.
Nothing's scary anywheres!
[screaming]
[squeaking]
[gulps]
[screams]
[gasps] Oh, no!
Chuckie!
[screaming]
I went on the big slide. The big, big slide!
I was so high up I was almost up to the ceiling!
And there was a bunch of kids pushing me behind, saying,
"Go, little kid, go!"
And I was saying, "No, big kids, no!"
And finally I did the only thing I could do,
I... I... I cried!
[crying]
They were playing ring-a-round the rosie
and it looked kinda dangerous,
so I just sat on the floor and watched them.
Then they ran away.
That's when I knew I was all alone.
Then I heard a noise from behind me.
I turned around,
and there it was.
A monster!
I ran and ran and ran and ran!
But I could hear it thumping right behind me!
So I hid under the couch.
I'm sure it's just my imagination.
But that table sure looks real teeny.
And those chairs sure look small.
And that... [gasps]
Oh, no! I am turning into a giant!
[crying] Help me, guys!
Ah!
[grunts]
[gasps]
Hang on, kids, I'm coming!
[panting]
Uh-oh...
Ow.
[panting]
Oh, no! Grandpa's not here no more!
Guys...
[gasping]
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 opposed to do.
Now it doesn't even feel like we're friends no more.
- Your bug died. - What?! Melville! Melville!
One minute he was fine, and the next...
I want him back!
Chuckie, don't worry, we got you a new bug.
I don't want a new bug!
And besides, that's not even a bug!
It's a snail!
- Gyah! - Told ya.
I want Melville! Go get Melville!
But Melville's dead.
No he's not! He can't be!
Sure he can! Look at him!
[sobbing] Speak to me, Melville!
Chuckie, listen!
Your bug died!
We got you a new bug!
It's going to be okay!
He didn't die! He's alive, I tell you!
Alive! Alive! Alive!
[panting and grunting]
Ah!
[crying]
What's wrong, Chuckie?
I'm thirsty and I'm hot
and I'm tired and I wanna go home.
Wait, Spike, leave Chuckie alone.
Come on, boy, get down!
Let Chuckie ride in it for a while.
There you go.
You rest in the wagon, it'll be okay.
Yeah, dumb babies,
can't you see the television's dead?
[gasping]
No! It can't be!
The TV was our best friend!
It was our window to the world!
The source of our joy!
And now it's gone.
Wait a minute, maybe there's a way
we can make our own TV!
- What do you mean? - It's easy!
The TV is just a big box
with lots of people in it, right?
[in unison] Yeah?
So if we want to be on TV,
alls we gotta do is find a box big enough
- for all of us to fit in! - Neat!