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Maybe the world is blind.

Or just a little unkind.

Don't know.

Seems you can't be sure of anything anymore.

Although you maybe lonely and then one day

you're smiling again.

Every time I turn around, I see the girl

who turns my world around standing there.

Every time I turn around, her spirit's

lifting me right off the ground.

What's gonna be?

Guess we'll just wait and see.

Almost finished, Cherie.

Great, Punky.

-I hope your grandma likes this dress.

Are you kidding?

This will the best birthday present she ever got.

-Are you ready for the fitting?

-All set!

You think three pillows is enough?

-Yeah.

I think your grandma's a three pillow lady.

Four would be insulting.

-Yeah, you're right.

-I'm almost done.

Except for one thing.

-What's that?

-I sewed it to my pants.

-Again?

-No sweat.

I'll fix it.

-I love that material.

-Me too!

And I can't believe it only

took us a month to make this dress.

-That's because I did the front and you did the back.

It's always easier when we split up the difference.

OK, stick in your arms.

- I did. .

-What are we gonna do?

There's four sleeves!

-Yeah, and I think they're too close together

to make a pants suit.

-What if we sewed the ends and call them long pockets?

-What will she put in them?

-Couple loaves of French bread?

-Under her arms?

Get real, Cherie!

The dress is ruined!

We're gonna have to start all over.

-We don't have enough time!

My grandma's birthday is next week!

-Then we'll just have to buy her a dress.

Sleeveless.

-If we buy my grandma a real nice dress,

it's gonna cost us a fortune!

-At least $8.

-We spent all our money on this beautiful material!

-I told you not to buy that expensive stuff.

$0.50 a yard!

They sure saw you coming!

-Well, you're the one that said we didn't need a pattern!

-Look, let's stop blaming each other

and get out of this mess you got us into.

Come on, there's gotta be some kind of job we can do.

Think.

-Well, let's go in the kitchen.

I think better with cookies in my stomach.

-Boy, you must have been thinking a lot lately.

-Henry, call a plumber.

-Why spend money when I can do it myself?

-You've been doing it yourself for the past half hour

and my sink still looks like Lake Michigan.

-Hey, those are very old pipes!

You can't put just anything down them.

-Well, how 'bout water?

Is that too much to ask?

-Hey! -Hi!

-Where have you two been?

-At the park looking for customers.

-Yeah.

We're gonna be business typhoons!

-That's tycoons.

What kind of business?

-Here, have one of our cards.

-"Baby Buddies Incorporated?"

-Let us watch your kid.

You'll be glad you did.

-You're going into a babysitting business?

-Yeah. -No.

-Yeah. -No. -No. -Why?

-No. -Why?

-Because you're too young, that's why.

-We're 18.

-Well, how do you figure that?

-Punky's nine and I'm nine.

-We're 18!

-Well, I can't argue with that.

-Well, I can.

Punky, a nine year-old is not qualified

to look after a small baby.

Isn't that right, Betty?

-No!

-Who asked you?

-Well, I think babysitting would be

a very good learning experience for them.

-Well, this is an experience they can experience when

they've had a little more experience.

-But Henry, how can we experience this experience

if you won't let us experience this experience?

-Henry, there's nothing like having a baby in the house.

-What's that supposed to mean?

For that matter, there's nothing like having

an iguana in the house.

-Then can we be iguana sitters?

-No.

This whole idea is completely ridiculous,

and I can't believe that you're encouraging them.

-Calm down.

Don't get your shorts in a knot.

The girls won't be babysitting alone.

I will personally supervise them the whole time.

And with me here, you won't have a thing to worry about.

-You really think they can handle it?

-I know they can.

Listen, taking care of babies is a big responsibility.

If I allow you to do it, do you promise you'll be responsible?

-I promise.

We'll treat those babies like they're our very own.

-All right, you can do it. -Yippee!

-Yay!

-Hi.

Welcome to Baby Buddies.

-Let us watch your kid.

You'll be glad you did.

- No I won't.

-What's the matter?

-On the phone, you sounded taller.

- That's because you were talking to me.

- Thank goodness.

-I'm Betty Johnson.

I'm a Baby Buddy too.

-She's the Baby Buddy boss!

Well, I'm Ruth Darney and this is my precious little Maxwell.

- Isn't he the cutest thing!

-He's a genius.

Hey Max.

I'm Punky and this is Cherie.

We're gonna be your buddies.

-Aw, I think he likes us.

-I should only be an hour or two,

and Maxwell's never any trouble.

He should sleep the whole time.

- That's fine.

-But if he doesn't, give him his bottle.

Heated, of course.

-Of course.

- And if he should say Googy, that

means he wants his special little rattle.

But if he should say Gaga, that means

he wants his favorite little music box.

You understand?

-Googy?

-Gaga?

- Got it.

-Good.

-Hey Max, look at this!

-Mrs. Johnson, this is the first time

I've ever left Maxwell with strangers.

You see I have a chipped tooth

and well, I, I can't take him with me to the dentist.

Germs, you know.

- Don't worry.

Little Max is in good hands. -Yeah.

We want to do an extra good job with our first customer.

-First customer?

You mean you've, you've never done this before?

Goodbye.

- They've never babysat before.

I've done it all my life.

Plus, I'm a registered nurse.

-You don't say?

-Yeah, she's got a pointy hat and everything.

-Well, far be it from me to brag.

But I was blessed with a God-given knack for babies.

-You don't say.

-Had it all my life.

Once they lay their little heads on my shoulder,

even the fussiest little cuss will close his eyes

and fall fast asleep.

-Well, say no more.

I'm convinced.

Maxwell darling, Mommy's gonna go fix her chipped toothy.

You know, where you hit her with Googy.

I'll be back in two shakes of a jiffy, sweetheart.

Now here's the number

where you can reach me at the dentist.

-Fine.

-And here's my husband's number at the office.

-Fine.

- And, and here's my mother's number

and the pediatrician's number.

-Fine, fine.

-And here's my sister's number.

But don't call her.

We hate each other.

--Girls, you just experienced

the hardest part of babysitting.

The mother.

- Cherie, feel how soft his skin is.

-He smells so good.

Just like baby powder.

-This little piggy went to market

and this little piggy stayed home.

-Did you used to take Cherie's toes

to the market when she was a baby?

-I still do.

-Grandma, you promised not to tell.

-That's real nice of you, Brandon.

But Max can't fetch with you yet.

Germs, you know.

-Well, do either of you want to hold the baby?

-I do! -OK.

Sit down.

Okey dokey.

And remember how I showed you.

Support his little head.

-Yeah.

This is incredible.

He gurgles and moos, and he doesn't even need batteries.

-Cherie, you want to hold him?

- I'm afraid I'll break him.

- He'll be fine.

Just be careful.

Come on, sweetie.

There you go.

-Grandma, he's got a dent in his head!

-No, Cherie.

That's just his soft spot.

Every baby has one.

-Take him!

-My pleasure.

Come to Betty, baby.

Let's put you back in here so you can nappy-poo.

Nappy poo-poo.

-You know, Cherie.

I was worried about this.

I thought it might be tough to babysit a real baby.

But in real life, it's a snap.

-Yeah.

-Hush, Max!

Don't cry, Max!

Punky, he was so quiet before.

-Yeah, now he's turning into Mad Max.

-Yeah. Grandma!

Is Max's bottle almost heated?

Not quite.

Check his diaper, honey.

-Good idea.

Punky, check his diaper.

- You check.

-You check!

-You check!

-Why me?

-'Cause your grandma told you to do it.

-No, she didn't.

-Yes, she did.

She said, "Honey, check his diaper."

That's you!

-That's you!

She calls me Fat Butt.

- All right!

-The diaper's fine.

-OK Max, we got a nice bottle of formula here

that's guaranteed to put a smile on your face.

-Ooh!

-This kid is killing my reputation.

-Maybe he wants Googy.

-Guess not.

-Well, if he doesn't want Googy, maybe he wants Gaga.

-Yes.

Nice Gaga.

Nice Gaga.

-Did the trick.

-Come on.

We gonna take a stroll through the park.

There's nothing more calming than fresh air.

-You really think fresh air will calm him down?

-I'm not talking about him.

I'm talking about me!

See girls?

All he needed was a nice stroll.

-I think he liked being around other babies.

-Well, that park was sure busting with babies.

There must have been a I missed.

-We gotta pass out all our business

cards to all those mothers.

-Yeah.

If this keeps up, we'll be able to buy

your grandma a designer D-R-E-S-S.

-It was awfully hot out there.

I sure hope little Max didn't get too much sun.

Lord, lord!

-What is it?

-He couldn't have gotten that much sun!

-Who are you?

-And what did you do with Max?

-We've got the wrong baby!

We're ruined!

-What's Mrs. Darney gonna say?

-Sure won't be "Hi, Max."

- N-now calm down.

We got to be calm.

There's a logical explanation for all of this.

Who are you?

-Hey!

Remember at the park?

There was lots of carriages like Max's.

-That's it.

Somehow one of those mothers took

Max's carriages by mistake.

The question is, who are you?

Mrs. Rafer?

You do?

Well, so do we!

You're bringing him right over?

Thank you Mrs. Rafer.

And thank you, lord!

-Does Mrs. Rafer have Max?

-Yes, and she's bringing him right over.

-And she'll pick up her little girl.

--You're a little girl, are you sweetheart?

-How did she know where to call?

-The phone number was on the business card you gave her.

-See Cherie?

I told you it pays to advertise!

-Well, I guess our worries are over.

We'll exchange babies and no one will be the wiser.

Hello!

How's the babysitting going?

-Fine. -Great.

-Couldn't be better.

-Good.

What a pretty baby!

-Is it a boy or a girl?

-Girl! -Boy!

- Yes.

-Well, which is it?

-Well, it's a girl right now.

-What do you mean right now?

-The silliest thing has happened.

We're gonna laugh about it for years.

-Tell me what happened now.

We'll laugh later.

-Well, somehow our babied got exchange-ed

with somebody else's.

-So this is the wrong baby?

-Right!

-And where is the right baby?

- He's on his way over.

-Is he hailing a cab?

-Relax, Henry.

Everything's gonna be just fine.

-Is that a fact?

How can I trust anything you say?

"This will be good for them," you said.

"I will personally supervise them," you said.

There's nothing like having a baby in the house.

That is, as long as the baby you've got

is the baby you're supposed to have!

-See, you old worrywart!

There's the right baby now.

I guess it's too late to pretend we're not home.

-May I help you?

- I'm Mrs. Darney.

I'm here for Maxwell.

It's Mrs. Darney.

She's here for Maxwell.

It's Mrs. Darney.

She's here for Maxwell.

- Maxwell, my precious.

- I don't believe you met Henry Warnimont.

This is Punky's foster father.

-How do you do?

-Hello.

-Henry's a great photographer!

-Yeah, he took all these pictures.

-How nice.

Well, now what do I owe you?

- No charge.

- It's on the house. -No!

I, I insist on paying you.

-Forget it.

Max was so good you wouldn't even know he was here.

-Well, that's my wonderful little boy.

-No! -No?

- She's practicing the alphabet.

L-M-N-O.

Yeah.

- P-Q-R-S-T. Tea!

We forgot to offer you a complimentary cup of tea.

-Right. -Tea?

-There's nothing like a cup of chamomile

this time of the morning.

-Go, go.

-It's part of the Baby Buddies service.

-You'll love it. You'll love it.

-I really don't want any tea, thank you.

-Yes, you do. -Sure you do.

-Now what?

-We sit down and calmly wait for Mrs. Rafer to bring Max.

-Back off!

I'll handle this!

-Hello.

I'm Helen Rafer.

I'm so sorry about all this.

It's my fault.

You know, the car-- -No harm done.

No hard feelings.

No time to chat.

-Could I have my baby?

- Lord, I don't need two!

-We really must be going now.

-But you can't have tea without SpaghettiOs.

-It's OK, Henry.

-It's OK?

Mrs. Darney, I hate to say this.

But you've been ignoring your baby.

-I, I didn't mean to!

Maxwell, it's so good to see you!

-I know the feeling.

- Thank you everybody.

Hasn't this been a pleasant experience?

Well, I'm certainly gonna let all

my friends know about Baby Buddies.

-Thanks, but we've gone out of business.

-Believe me, we've buddied our last baby.

-Are you ready, girls?

Ready!

--Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, Mrs. Johnson.

-Dear Betty.

-Grandma.

-Happy birthday to you!

- Yeah! Two cakes? -Yeah.

We couldn't fit all the candles on one.

-I had to ask.

-Blow out the candles, Grandma! -Hold it!

Not before I've counted them just to see how old you are.

-OK, open your presents.

-All right.

-That's from Henry.

- Henry, you shouldn't have.

-My pleasure, Betty.

-You really shouldn't have.

Thanks, Henry.

-This is from Punky and me.

But you're gonna hate it.

-No, I won't.

-See, we wanted to buy you something really special.

But you know, Baby Buddies went belly ups

and we sorta had to make it.

-Well those are the best presents.

-Even if you have to wear it?

-Yes.

As a matter of fact, I'm gonna change into it right now

and we're all going to dinner.

It's beautiful.

-It is? -Yeah.

I love it.

-You do?

-Let's go. -OK.

-Betty, about your outfit.

-One more word and you die.

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