02x26 - Time Flies/Prank Calls

[bunniefuu]

- Hey, guys,
come on down here.

I've got some good
news and bad news.

- Are you sending us
away to live with ogres?

What?
That would be bad news.

- No, Theodore.

I've decided to give myself
a day to play golf

and you guys are
getting a babysitter.

Sorry.

- Oh, come on!
- That's not fair!

- Okay, so what's
the good news?

- I'm gonna go and play golf.

- Oh, you're gonna play
some golf, uh-huh.

Yeah, so, what's
the good news?

- [doorbell rings]
- ALVIN: For us!

- Hi, you must be
Mrs. Hibbert.

- Oh, hi--

Hang on, is that Alvin,
Simon, and Theodore?

- Yeah, it is.

- Oh, no, no.
Oh, no, no, no. Oh!

- Anyone else feel
slightly offended?

- There goes my day.

- Oh, Dave, we don't
need a babysitter.

- Dave we're completely,
you know, like almost grown up.

You know, we're very...
very adult-ish.

You know we're...we're, you
know, mature beyond our height.

Come on now, since when do
we need a babysitter?

- Since I promised the neighbors
I wouldn't leave you alone--

since you broke
the fire hydrant,

since you smashed three
windows playing baseball,

since you flooded
Mr. Tubbard's yard.

- Dave, first of all,
those were all accidents.

All right, you know,
not really my fault.

So, it isn't something

that you could put under
"you're responsible."

You know, because, you know,
I couldn't be responsible,

if I didn't intend to do it.

It would be something,
that, you know, happened,

but, but...that wouldn't be...
it couldn't count against me.

- And, Dave, um,
let me point out

that all of those things
happened on your watch.

- So what are you saying?

- Well, unless you
put Alvin in a cage,

there's always a chance
something's gonna happen.

- Yeah, like that cage thing
is ever gonna happen.

Right, right, Dave?
That's...that's not, right?

Dave, Dave, Dave, right?

- Huh?
Oh, of course not.

- What if we promise not
to leave the backyard?

- Okay, look,
I'm gonna go play golf

and trust that everything's
gonna be fine.

But please don't
make me regret this.

- Dave, I want you to know
I appreciate your trust,

and don't worry, I'll keep
a close eye on the two of them.

- [sighing]

- So long, Dave,
have a great time.

- ALL:
Bye!

- The point of the game
is to hit the tree.

Yes!

Oh, my gosh, ladies and
gentlemen, just when you think

he can't get any better,
he pulls off the impossible.

- [blows air]

- Oh, Simon just barely
sneaks one in there.

Clearly, he is no match for
Alvin, who's on a bit of a--

- Yeah, Theodore, your turn.

- Oh, are...are you sure
Dave's okay with this?

- Theodore, we're playing
Frisbee in our backyard, okay?

This can't get any safer.

- Well, oh, okay.

- ♪

- Did I win?

But we promised Dave
we wouldn't leave the yard.

- Yes, yes, that's...
that's true, Theodore.

But as you also recall,

we said that before
you threw our Frisbee

in Ms. Croner's
window, okay?

That changes everything,
all right?

Promises can't be kept when
there's a bad toss of a Frisbee.

There's a...there's
a whole rule about that.

- [knocking on door]

- ALVIN: I'll check
the window.

Hoo, hoo, there it is.

All right, guys,

this is a simple surgical
strike, all right?

We get in, we get the disc,
we get out.

- Alvin, let's, you know, let's
not do anything, right now--

Alvin!

- Guys, check this out.

- Alvin, quit fooling around.

- Right, right, right.

Guys, guys, help me
turn this thing upright.

- [groans]

- [meowing]

- Nice kitty.

- MS. CRONER:
Where are my keys?

- It's Ms. Croner.

Hide.

If she finds us,
she'll tell Dave.

- Theodore, get in the box.

- Just a minute, please.
I need to seal it up.

- SIMON: What's going
on out there?

I can't see.

- ALVIN: Well,
I can't see either

because you're stepping
on my head.

- I've been selling
all my old childhood toys.

- MAN: Oh, that's nice.
- [door closes]

- I never liked that boy.
He never listens to me.

[yawning]

Now what else can I sell?
[snoring]

- ALVIN: Shh,
you'll wake her up.

- SIMON: Well, then,
stop talking.

- ALVIN: Well, I'm not talking,
I'm trying to save us.

- [vase thuds]

- SIMON:
[gasping]

Oh...

- Oh, uh, square?

No? Square cutesie face?

Oh, smiley and square?

Oh, oh, jumpy box boy?

- I was saying where's the box
that Theodore was in?

- Okay, first, Simon, you are
terrible at charades, okay?

Number two, we...we don't
have time for silly games

when Theodore's missing.

- [engine starts]
- Alvin, look!

- She mailed Theodore?

- ♪

- ♪ Oh why, oh why
oh why, oh why ♪

♪ Oh why am I
moving so slow ♪

♪ When I'm running,
running ♪

♪ Running,
running, running ♪

♪ And I'm ready to go ♪

♪ When, oh when, oh when
oh when, oh when ♪

♪ I've just got to know ♪

♪ But I'll hurry, hurry,
hurry, hurry, hurry ♪

♪ Just to keep
up with you ♪

♪ 'Cause you are always
running faster ♪

♪ And I hope that you know ♪

- SIMON: Ohhh!

- ALVIN: Uh, thanks.

Theodore? Theodore?

- THEODORE: [muffled]
In here.

- ALVIN: We got you,
Theodore.

Hold on.

You are not easy to save,
Theodore, let me tell you.

- SIMON: Don't worry,
you're safe now.

- [dog barks]
- BOTH: No!

- ALVIN: Dog, doggy, doggy stop!
Stop, stop, doggy!

Simon, what do we do?

- [high-pitched shriek]

- [dog whines, barks]

- Theodore? Theodore?

Gnome!

- We've got the wrong box.

- Uh, we're just gonna have
to tell Dave the truth.

We were, you know, playing
innocently, you know,

in our backyard just as...
as we promised.

Theodore threw a, you know,
Frisbee and, you know,

we just...we went to
go and get it.

You know as any, any kid would,
you know, still, you know,

still very much minding
our own business,

and then well, you know,
Theodore got, you know, mailed.

- Or we just go get the right
box out of the truck.

- Oh, of course, yes.
Let's go.

Wait!
- Wait!

- THEODORE:
It's all right, Theodore.

Don't worry now.

You're in a nice warm
box safe and--

- [truck thuds]
- THEODORE: [gasps]

Oh, where am I?

Whoa!
- [car zooming]

- [bird screeches]
- THEODORE: Whoa!

Help!
- [bird cawing]

- ALVIN: Hang on,
Theodore!

- [bird cawing]
- [screaming]

Oh?

- Simon, up there!

Theodore!
It's Officer Bengis.

Officer Bengis, stop!

- Uh, guys, I'm on my break.
What do you want?

- Quick, follow that box!

- I'm sorry, what?

- It's up in the air.
Just drive.

- Officer, our brother's
in that box.

- Wait, wait, wait,
he's in the box up there?

Why didn't you say so?
Oh, my goodness!

- [tires squealing]
- Left, left, go left!

- Oh, oh, he...
he just turned right.

- Quick, put your siren on.

- Hey, do not tell me
what to do.

Okay, I'm gonna put
on the siren, okay?

But not because you want me to,
because I want to.

Because I want to, okay?

- [siren blaring]

- We're losing him!
Go faster!

- Okay, this is an emergency.

We need to call your father.

- My...my father? Why?

- Uh, maybe 'cause his son's
flying away in a box.

I think he should know.

- His son?

No, no, no, where did
you get that idea?

- What?

He said your brother's
in the box, no?

What? Is he not?

- Oh, oh, you thought brother?
No, grandmother.

No, no, it's, you know,
my grandmother's, you know,

something, you know,
very...it's a gift.

That's what's in the box.

- I will not stop again.

- [brakes screech]
- Unless you really need me.

Then...then just wave your hands
about and I'll...I'll stop.

- [tires squealing]

- Where's the box?

- That way.

Theodore here...
here we come.

- [bird cawing]

- Hi, what...what are you
doing in the bushes?

- I...I'm not really sure.

Can you help me?

- You wanna play house?

- I...I'm really tired.

Can...can you
take me home?

- Okay, but let's play
house first.

You can be
my little sister.

- Yeah, but can you
just take me home?

- Okay, but let's
play house first.

Your name will be
Sarah the beautiful,

and I'll be the princess.

- Fine.

- [laughs]

Hello, I'm Alvin, this is...
this is my brother Simon.

We...we kind of need to get
our brother from your box.

- [angry cawing]

- Oh, autograph?

Sure.

- Alvin, a bird doesn't
want your autograph.

- Will you let me
handle this?

There you go.
- [bird cawing]

Now...
[gasps]

Where is he?
- [angry cawing]

- All right, all right,
you know, what about this?

Uh, Dave, hey, you know we were
in the backyard, you know,

just catching
up on, you know,

some homework when
the funniest--

- Stop! It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter, Alvin.

Theodore is gone, okay?

And we don't know
where he is.

Dave's never gonna
trust us again.

And...and poor Theodore.

He must be halfway
across the world by now.

- [bell rings]
- Was that Theodore?

- Little girl,
stop, stop, stop!

Theodore,
what happened to you?

- A long story.

- [gasps]
It's Dave.

- ALVIN:
Bye-bye.

- Well, it looks like you--

Theodore, what's with
your hair?

- What?

- Oh, that, yeah, that's...
that's leftover, you know,

we...we put on a play.

- Who'd you do it for?

- For ourselves.

You know, because you
weren't home.

You were out playing golf.

I hope that went
really well for you.

Meanwhile, there was no one
for us to show our play to.

But that didn't stop us, okay?

'Cause we're performers,
all right?

That's how committed
we were, Dave.

How about that?
- Oh, well, what was it about?

- It was...what was...what?

- It's the story of a...

a little girl who was
shipped off in a box,

and...and carried
away by a bird,

and...and then she,
uh, gets lost.

- Well, you know, we're just,
you know, kind of working,

you know, working it
all out right now.

You know it's...it's not...
not, you know, not great yet.

- Guys, come on,
you're acting kind of weird.

You sure you're not
hiding something?

- Dave, what could
we be hiding?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, what could
we be hiding?

- Okay, well, I guess we won't
be needing babysitters anymore.

- Phew, that was close.

Ow! What the--