[Cymbals crash]
[Light percussive music]
♪
- Ooph!
♪
[Gasps]
[Twins giggle]
♪
- [Gasps]
- [Groans]
Ugh.
♪
[Milk squishes]
[Kids giggling]
- Dil, we was playing
with that ball.
- Yeah, dil.
- Give it back.
- [Babbles]
- Yuck.
There's dil drool
all over my shirt.
- Hello, ladies.
Will you do me the honor
Of taste-testing
my banana nut cake?
I'm entering it in my company's
annual mandatory bakeoff.
- Oh.
Well, chas,
It certainly has
an interesting texture.
- [Spits]
What'd you do,
leave on the peel?
- Chas, if you really
want to win the bakeoff,
You're going to need
a little help.
Wait here.
I'll be right back.
- Here, lil.
Throw it to me.
- [Grunts]
- I'll get it, you guys.
[Grunts]
Ah!
Uh-oh.
I don't like this, tommy.
Now I can see right through
to my tummy.
- Don't worry, chuckie.
I bet your daddy can fix it.
- Okay, kids.
Last one in the pool's
a rotten egg.
- [Squealing]
[All giggling and chattering]
- Hey, little fella.
You got a rip in your shirt.
Well, we'll take care of that.
- Ah, you know kids
and clothes there, chas.
- This is my grandmother's
chocolate cake recipe
From the old country.
The secret is a cup of potatoes
mashed with a shoe.
But we can use a fork.
- Thanks, didi.
I'll go pick up the ingredients
right now.
The grand prize is a year's
supply of air fresheners.
Okay, chuckie.
Daddy's off to the store.
Thank you, sweetheart.
You give the best hugs
in the whole world.
- Ga.
- Got everything on the list.
Chuckie, daddy's got you
some new shirts.
Now you pick out your favorite
while we start the cake, okay?
- Ooh!
- [Gasps]
- whee!
- [Gasps]
- Well, that was fun.
But I still like my old shirt
the bestest.
- Oh, I'm a little worried
about chuckie.
He's awfully attached
to his old shirt.
- [Cooing]
- [Gasps]
[Shirt rips]
- [Gasping]
- yeah.
I guess that settles it.
- [Sobbing]
- There, there, little fella.
You look very nice, chuckie.
- It's time to see
if the cake's done.
Bubbie would always poke it
with a broom straw.
I've pulled one for each of us.
- Hi, guys.
I'm back.
- Great, chuckie.
- Hello.
- Where you been?
- Anybody notice
anything different?
- [Gasps]
yeah!
My house look like
it growed hairs on it.
- Hey.
It got ears too.
- You guys, I'm wearing
one of my bland-new shirts.
- Oh.
It's nice, chuckie.
- Uh-huh.
It's very pretti-ful.
- Gosh, I had lots of good times
in my old shirt.
Like the time I ate eleventy
pop-lick-les in one day,
And the time
I did my first somersault.
Ohh.
Without my favoritest shirt,
I don't even feel like chuckie
no more.
- Of course
you're still chuckie, chuckie.
- Well, look at you.
Another new shirt?
I barely recognized you,
handsome stranger.
- Did you hear
what your mommy said?
Even she thinks
I'm not chuckie 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 scar ♪
- I feel more like ralph.
[Sobbing]
I don't want to be ralph!
I want my old shirt back!
- Gee, twinkly,
What's the big deal?
- Yeah, stinky.
It's just a shirt.
- [Gasps]
yeah?
How'd you like it if your daddy
taked away your shirts
With the duckies on them?
[Both sobbing]
- No, daddy!
No, daddy!
- Don't do it!
- I guess I'll go
look at a book.
Maybe ralph can read.
- Come on, you guys.
We gots to prove to chuckie
That he's still chuckie.
Hey, chuckie?
- It's ralph now, tommy.
- Oh.
Oh, sure, ralph.
We gots an experiment.
Close your eyes
and open your mouth.
- Mmm!
Yummy!
Chocolate pudding
is my favorite.
- Now try this.
- Ick! Yuck!
[Spits]
Yucky.
- Well, if you loves puddings
And you hates grandpa's
wrinkly fruits,
Then you gots to be chuckie.
- You really think so, tommy?
- Of course.
- Yay!
- Chuckie's back.
- [Laughs]
Thanks, guys.
Gee, you even bringed me a cake
to celebrate.
[Sniffs]
Ooh, banana.
My favoritest!
[Groans, spits]
Yuck!
- What's wrong?
- Guess ralph
don't like banana cake.
[Whimpers]
I'm gonna go outside
And see what kinds of toys
ralph likes.
- Wow.
Well, maybe chuckie
really did turn into ralph.
Hey, chuck--i mean, ralph.
We were just thinking, since
chuckie's not here no more,
Do you want to be our friend?
- Okay.
Well, what do you guys
want to do?
- We can play hide-and-go-peep.
- Oh, yeah.
Chuckie always liked
playing hide-and-go-peep.
- Maybe we can play with dili.
- Aw, yeah,
He used to like to
spit stuff up on chuckie.
- Chuckie didn't like it
very much.
- Hey, guys.
What about the sandbox?
- Don't tell me.
Chuckie liked to play there too?
- Yeah.
This is where he always sitted.
And this is where he always
shakeded the sand
Out of his shoes.
- Remember when he draweded
the picture of angelica
Without no hair?
Chuckie laughed so hard
Grape juice
came out of his nose.
[Sobbing]
- I really miss chuckie.
- Yeah.
Me too.
- Hey.
What about me?
- Uh...
[Clears throat]
Uh, we like you too, ralph.
It's just that we miss chuckie.
- Yeah, well,
he ain't here no more,
So you better just forget
about this chuckie kid.
Get used to me.
- Boy, ralph's a lot crankier
than chuckie.
- Yeah,
he's a real crabby-pants.
- I heard that.
Well, if you guys
don't like crabby-pants,
Then maybe
we shouldn't be friends.
I'll just go home with my daddy
When he gets back
from the store.
- But ralph, what if chuckie's
daddy isn't your daddy?
- [Gasps]
oh, no!
He's gonna come back
looking for chuckie,
And all he's gonna see is me.
I wish I never ripped my shirt.
[Sobbing]
- Hi, kids.
Where's chuckie?
I have a surprise for him.
- [Babbles]
- hi, dili.
You want to see what's inside?
No, no.
N-no, not my glasses.
- There's my daddy.
Um, I mean, chuckie's daddy.
I guess I better go give him
a hug good-bye.
- Hey.
Hey, there's my chuckie.
Even without my glasses,
I'd know that hug anywhere.
- Wow.
I guess he really is chuckie.
- Wow!
Look at that cake!
- This is going to knock
the socks off those judges.
- Well, actually, why don't we
let the kids be the judges?
Who wants cake?
- I'm glad you're back
to being yourself, chuckie.
- Me too, tommy.
I guess the shirt's
not so important after all.
- [Sobs quietly]
- What's wrong, philip?
- I kind of liked
that ralph kid.
- Oop, I almost forgot.
Chuckie,
I bought you another new shirt.
- [Gasps]
- I got six more just like it.
- [Giggles]
- It's so nice having
all the kids here for dinner.
- Yeah, great.
- Dil just doesn't seem
to want to eat.
- He probably wants to play
with the reptar wagon, like me.
- I already told you,
sweetheart,
The reptar wagon's broken.
- But I want to play with it.
- Maybe when you're done
with your dinner,
Uncle stu will fix it for you.
- But I don't want to eat
this yucky green stuff.
- If you want to be a big girl,
You're going to have to eat
like a big girl.
- Can't I just have cookies
for dinner
And stay a little girl
a weensy bit longer?
- Cookies aren't for dinner,
angelica.
- But grandpa
has cookies for dinner.
- Hmm?
I don't know
what she's talking about.
- Of course you do, grandpa.
You always sneak a few cookies
from the cookie jar
Right before
you come to the table.
- Horsefeathers.
You can't prove that.
Ooh.
- Pop!
I had a feeling
Someone was sneaking
from the cookie jar.
I'll just have to hide it.
Both: but--but--but--
- If I can't have cookies,
then I'm not eating.
- Sorry, angelica.
You should feel pretty lucky
You even have food
on your plate.
Back in prehistoric times,
You had to hunt and gather
your food.
- Hmm.
Think I'll do
a little hunting of my own--
For that cookie jar.
- [Gasps]
- Tommy, what do you think
pre-storytimes is?
- Well, my grandpa told me
it's a real long time ago,
Afore there was even stories.
[All gasp]
- No stories?
- Uh-huh.
We've got a book about it.
Come on.
I'll show you.
See?
There was big dinosaurs
like reptar everywhere.
- Wow.
- And there were tarry-dog-tails
flying around.
- Yikes!
- They were kind of like reptar.
Then there was a big ice page.
And then peoples lived in caves,
And they had toys
made out of sticks
And blankies
made out of leaves.
- Watch out, babies.
I'm gonna collapse.
[Sighs]
- What's wrong, angelica?
- Is that you, tommy?
- Oh, geez.
- No!
That's chuckie.
I'm over here.
- Oh, I'm just so hungry.
- Then maybe
you should eat something.
- Cookies.
Cookies!
I need cookies!
- But my mommy hid
the big dinosaur cookie jar.
- I know you could find it,
tommy,
You and your
really smart friends.
And if you do find it,
I'll do something very,
very nice for all of you.
- Like what, angelica?
- Uh...
I'll give you each a cookie.
[All gasp]
- all right!
- A cookie!
- Come on, guys.
We're going in search
of the cookie jar!
Don't worry, ug-gelica.
We'll bring back
the cook-a-saurus.
- Oh, thank you.
[Sighs]
Dumb cave babies.
[Birds cawing]
[Steam hissing]
- Um, tommy?
- I'm not tommy.
I'm tog.
That's lug, and he's flug.
And you're chug.
- Um, tog,
what's a cook-a-saurus?
- It's a gigantic dinosaur
That carries cookies
in a pouch on its tummy.
- Gigantic?
- The biggest dinosaur
you've ever seen.
- Think I'll just
head back to the cave
For a few hundred million years
Until all the dinosaurs
are gone.
[Yelps]
- [Roaring]
- [Screams]
Maybe I better
stay with you guys.
- How will we find
a cook-a-saurus, tog?
- We has to find diggle,
leader of the small peoples.
He was the last cave baby
To see which way
the cook-a-saurus went.
- Where he live?
- Up there,
High up on the mountain
in a far cave.
- [Gulps]
[Grunts]
- [Grunting]
[Both grunting]
- [Grunts]
- Thanks, tog.
- Come on, guys.
Diggle isn't much further.
- Tog,
it's getting kind of dark.
- Yeah.
We should go back.
[Gasping]
cr*ck!
[Flames whoosh]
[All gasping]
- What is it, tog?
- I think flug discovered fire.
- I did?
- [Gasps]
My own cave brother!
- Follow me, guys.
A tribe of the small people
is this way.
Uh-oh.
It's grug-a-lug.
He must be looking
for the cook-a-saurus too!
We have to hurry!
- Now, where could she
have hid those cookies?
- Look.
Over there!
- [Grunts]
- Oh, great diggle.
Please tell us
where the cook-a-saurus is.
We have to save ug-gelica.
- Goo-goo-goo.
- What's that mean?
- I don't know, chuck.
- Hey, look!
- Hmm.
Cave drawings.
This must tell
where the cook-a-saurus lives.
- These pictures
don't tell me nothing.
- Well, then we'll just
have to take diggle
And have him show us
where the cook-a-saurus lives.
- [Giggling]
- [Grunts]
- We've gots to hurry.
Which way is the cook-a-saurus,
diggle?
- Ookies, ookies!
- [Gasps]
Everybody, push!
[All grunting]
- Ookies!
[All gasp]
- How come it's not moving?
- Shh!
Maybe it's sleeping.
- Well, I think, you know,
we should just let it sleep
And tell ug-gelica.
She'll just have to eat
dirt and leaves
Like the rest of us.
Doh!
Hey, what's this round thingie?
- Wow.
- Chug!
You discovered the wheel!
Look, there's a whole bunch
of wheels
Over by these dinosaur bones.
Hmm.
That gives me a idea.
If we put those wheels
on that dinosaur skeleton,
We could put
the cook-a-saurus inside
And roll him to ug-gelica.
Chug, you stick the wheels on,
And flug and lug
will get the cook-a-saurus.
[Both grunt]
- Yay!
We did it!
- [Gasps]
shh!
You'll wake him.
- No, that cook-a-saurus
sleeps like a rock.
[Gasps]
[All grunting]
- [Sighs]
Good work, cave babies.
I feel better already.
Ah.
- Wait a second, ug-gelica.
You promised us each a cookie.
- Get lost.
Those cookies are all mine.
- Aha.
There it is.
How about sharing those
with your old grandpa?
- No!
They're mine.
[Crunching and munching]
- What's going on in here?
Pop, I thought I hid those
from you.
- I didn't find them.
I looked everywhere, but--
Never mind.
- Angelica.
- Babies, didi.
- There's a big plate of spinach
waiting for you in the kitchen.
- [Groans]
- Hey, how did that get fixed?
Come on, kids.
Let's take this old dinosaur
for a spin.
[All laughing]
- Ick!
- You know what, cave babies?
I think I've figured out
why they didn't have stories
Back in the pre-story times.
- Why, tog?
- You didn't need 'em.
You was always having fun.
[All laughing]
- [Squawking]
- Gee, twinkly,
what's the big deal?
- Yeah, stinky.
07x08 - Chuckie's New Shirt/ Cavebabies
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