I got your backs, Chuckie.
A baby gotta do what a baby gotta do.
[grunting]
They said it was imposterable to bring them back to life.
Tommy, this place isn't even on the map.
Sh. We don't want to scare them with any loud noises.
[slushing]
Phillip.
It wasn't me, Lillian. It was my foot.
[squeaking]
That was my butt.
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.
[babbling]
[screaming]
[laughing]
[screaming]
Well, uh, let's park here.
Don't forget to lock it.
[beeping]
What's the matter, Chuckie?
Oh, it's just life, Tommy. It's so hard.
The one time I try to be brave, I eats a worm.
It was only part of a worm.
[sighing] I'm just gonna to sit here
and not be anything differenter that I always am.
Well, then I'll sit here too.
[sighing] Thanks, Tommy.
Okay, what's the firstest rule about balloon having?
I know. Don't hide it in the potty
right 'efore your mommy goes potty.
That's the second rule, Phillip.
The first rule is never let it fly away.
It just gotsta hold on to something heavy. See?
Okay, I can do that.
But how do I keep it from popping?
Easy. Just don't let your balloon touch sharp stuff,
like pricker bushes or pointy pencils,
or old people whiskers.
And don't ever never let it go near the balloon popper machine.
That's what that's for?
Why do houses even have a balloon popper machine?
Why do grown-ups like long pants?
There's some stuffs we'll never know.
Who's that bossy lady, Tommy?
She's here to take my daddy's toys.
[gasping] And maybe my toys, too.
She was looking at your bear kinda funny.
Don't worry, Teddy. I'll never let no one take you.
Come on, guys, we gots to hide my toys!
[grunting]
[whimpering]
[grunting]
Sorry, Teddy, hold your nose.
What about that one?
This isn't a toy, it's my studriver.
[gasping] Hide it in your hair, Phillip.
Can't Lillian, already storing a hotdog.
I looked in my mommy's medicine book
and I founded the cure for wormieoliosis.
This man has all kinds of worms inside his body.
And it says, he was gonna turn into a worm.
Just like Chucky.
But don't worry, there's a cure.
The man got a dinosaur tooth
and used it to wish away the worms.
Now he's happy.
Wow. Chuckie, you don't have to turn
into a wormboy.
[door opening]
Really, Tommy?
'Cause I'd do anything, anything at all,
not to be a wormboy.
Great. Then alls ya gots to do is get a dinosaur toof.
Let's help Spike get used to Foster.
Who wants a belly rub?
Me first.
[whimpering]
O-Oh, you mean them.
[whimpering]
[giggling]
That's it.
Tommy, come see what Foster's doing.
- Uh. - Oh, he's so cute.
Wait. Why is he kicking?
[whimpering]
Looks like everybody loves Foster already.
Do--
You don't have to do this, Tommy.
No, I said I'd get you a dinosaur toof,
and that's what I'm gonna do.
[grunting]
Careful! He might be slipperies!
[groaning]
[grunting]
Ooh, I can't look.
[screaming]
[whimpering]
I'm almost there.
[grunting]
[sighing]
Tommy! Can you see the teeths?
Yep. Uh, there's lots of 'em, nice and uh, uh, pointy.
Hey, Chuckie. Where's Rusty?
Sh. I sneaked away from him.
How come?
He's been acting all weird and scary.
Your daddy said he fixed him and made him more helperaful
but-- Oh. Sh. Here he comes.
Uh.
Lady De-clutter senses that the artist in you
clings to unnecessary goods.
Righty tighty, lefty loosey.
[gasping]
Nice. I'm going to need more boxes.
Oh, that organisizer
can take all the stuffs in the kitchen.
She can take all the stuffs in the living room.
She can take all the yummy stuffs
in all the belly buttons,
but I'm not letting her take my studriver.
That's where I draw the lines.
Go Tommy!
[laughing]
[grunting] I can be a wormboy if I gots to.
Even if I don't look like me, but I gots to eat gross stuffs
just so I can make poop for the garden,
but I gots to go live in dirt all alone,
it's okay.
But you won't be alone.
I-If you turn in to wormboy, we'll still be your friends.
'Cause you'll still be Chuckie on the inside.
Really, Tommy?
Of course. Nothing can keep us apart.
[screaming]
Don't do it!
Hold on!
I'll save you!
[screaming] Hurry!
Just, uh, um, hold on!
Tommy!
Yep, he's a goner.
He was so young.
[grunting]
I got you, Tommy! Don't let go!
[screaming]
[barking]
[screaming]
[everyone] Spike?!
[barking]
[laughing]
I had a bad dream last night.
It was even more [unintelligibl]
I dreamed that Foster was in charge of the whole house.
And Mommy and Daddy and Grandpa did whatever he wanted.
[distant mumbling]
What happened when you wakeded up?
When I wakeded up,
I went to my Mommy and Daddy's bedroom
to make sure it was just a dream.
But it wasn't a dream!
Foster was right there in bed
snuggling with my Mommy and Daddy in their bed!
[whimpering]
Now I understand how Spike must've feelded
when he couldn't get belly rubs and Foster did.
My trusty studriver to the rescue!
Operation Studriver is a go!
Get that door open. Whoa!
No, no. Whoa!
[distant chattering]
They've entered the sheep's head.
Repeat, they've entered the sheep's head.
Oh, no! All my vintage art supplies?!
Vintage is just another way of saying cool [unintelligible]
Cool, a crayon.
Phillip! We're appose to get the keys.
Push the button.
Which one?
[beeping]
It worked, Chuckie! I'm going in!
Bees careful, Tommy.
[grunting]
After you find your studriver... [grunting]
...i-if you see my Debbie doll please tell her I said, "hi".
Sure, Susie.
[panting]
Afort, Tommy! Afort! The organizerer is coming!
I can't leave without my...
Tommy?
...Oh. Studriver.
I can always count on you.
What was that? Tommy?
Susie's Debbie doll. Founded it.
[groaning]
[roaring]
Tommy!
Over here, Tree Rex!
Good job, junior carpenter.
Go on, Chuckie. I'll 'tract 'em.
[mumbling]
Hurry, Chuckie.
Tommy's studriver is getting sleepy.
[mumbling]
[gasping]
Be nice, Tree Rex. Be nice.
[roaring]
You dumb babies!
- Tommy. - Yeah, Chuckie?
I've been thinking.
When we play tomorrow, maybe I could be the brave one
and you could be the not so brave one.
Sure, whatever you want.
Or maybe, we don't have to worry about all this stuff so much.
Mm. That sounds nice too.
[yawning]
[sighing] Yeah.