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[upbeat music]

- [giggles]

- [hums] - [laughs]

- [whimpers]

- [laughs]

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- [yelps] [frog ribbits]

[both laugh]

[overlapping chatter]

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[toy car horn toots]

both: Whoa! - Ta-da!

- [screams] Whoa!

- [laughs, whistles]

- Whoa. Ah!

- Aw!

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- [munches loudly]

- Reschedule my meeting with the district attorney

to Friday,

and then reschedule my Friday meeting to next Wednesday.

But then cancel it on Tuesday,

and make sure it sounds like I'm really sorry.

- Already rescheduled, canceled, rescheduled again,

and preordered a tasteful cookie cornucopia,

as an apology, but I really have to go now, Charlotte.

Hey, Dante, save me a cabana!

- Ugh! Two weeks' paid vacation.

- So you're not going to believe this,

but my dad's house needs to be fumigated for bugs, and--

- No, I believe it.

- I might have told Stu that they could stay here,

and maybe bunk in the guest room, and--

- Everyone's going to stay here?

Like a sleepover? Even Grandpa?

- Yes, sweetie.

We're all one big, happy family.

- You see, darling, that's how being married works.

You must learn to share everything.

[doorbell chimes] [phone beeps]

- Hello. Anybody home?

- I'll get it!

Welcome to Angelica's house!

- Jumping June bugs! It's even bigger than I remembered.

I guess we haven't been invited over

since I broke your parents' fancy toilet.

Speaking of which, where is the bathroom again, sweetie?

- Right this way, Grandpa!

- Thanks again for letting us crash, big bro.

- Yes, Drew. Thank you.

Are you sure Charlotte's okay

with us staying an entire weekend?

- ♪ Absolutely ♪

Always happy to spend my treasured alone time

with family.

[Spike panting] And their dog.

- All dogs do that scooch thing.

Even the well-trained ones.

- The artisans who hand-knotted this carpet

in 19th century Persia would be overjoyed to hear that.

- Would anyone else like a tour?

- Great idea, princess.

Why don't you show Cousin Tommy your room,

so he can start to get comfortable there?

- I gots to share my room with a drooling baby?

- Darling, we talked about this.

Daddy and I share a room, and you don't see me complaining.

While you get the children settled,

I'll order in some refreshments.

- What do you say? You, me.

My video game console. Your 80-inch flatscreen?

- Classic Stu. Still playing video games.

Charlotte had me donate all my games to charity.

- Oh, well. You never could beat me at "Doorstop."

- Wait. "Doorstop"?

- It's not fair, Cynthia.

My mommy and daddy are apposed to love me and give me stuff.

And instead, they ruin my whole life!

- There we go!

All set for you two.

- Me and Tommy are gonna have the best time together,

Aunt Didi.

- Oh, sweet!

Tommy, remember to listen to Angelica.

You're roomies now.

- [sighs]

- Hey, Angelica. Want to play spaceman?

- No. This isn't playtime.

If we're sharing a room, that means we're married.

- Uh, gosh. Are you sure?

- I forgot your squishy, little brain doesn't know stuffs yet.

Yes! My mommy and daddy told me already.

So things are gonna be a little different.

- Um, maybe they could stay the same as always?

- Face the facts, Pickles!

We're married now. And you heard Aunt Didi.

You gotta listen to me.

And first thing I'm gonna tell you

is donate all your toys to charity.

Now, tuck in your shirt. We're having a dinner party.

[laughs haughtily] Oh, how lovely.

Oh, how fine.

[laughs]

Oh, Cynthia, I love it when you tell that story.

Don't you love that story, dear?

I said, don't you just love it

when Cynthia tells that story, dear?

- Oh!

Um, sure...dear.

[plastic teacup clacks]

- I'd like to impose a toast,

to my husband Thomas,

the okaying-est husband a lady could ever...

- [panting] - Hey!

Where do you think you're going?

Get back here.

- Oh. Sorry, Angelica.

- We've only been married 10 minutes.

You can't go crawling off.

Now, as I was saying--hey!

Ugh! Oh, forget the dumb dinner parties.

What we need is a vacation.

[squealing] - [whimpering]

- No! Come on. - Hey!

You can't shut that door on me

when I've made it to the mezzanine!

- Well, I'm sorry.

I didn't realize we were playing by whiners' rules.

[doorbell chimes] Ding-dong, doorman. Open up!

[toy car horn toots] - Angelica, look out!

- Why? I'm a great driver.

Oh, Thomas, I think we're lost.

- Um, were we going somewheres?

- Yes.

Now, you push the car buttons,

and ignore which way the robot lady says to go.

And then, I smile and say, "But she knows best, dear."

- Okay!

- She's fierce. She's fashion.

She's serving up some sassin'.

- Jonathan, I have a personal emergency,

so I need you to call me back

and tell me there's a work emergency

so I don't have to deal with it.

And then, I need you to-- [bowls clattering]

- Charlotte! Oh, good.

I'm going to whip up my mom's famous meringues,

to thank you for letting us stay.

Where do you keep your whisk? - Oh, you won't find one.

No one's ever used this kitchen to actually cook.

- Maybe in here?

Oh! [Spike growls]

- Not that I don't relish all of this quality family time,

but I need to be somewhere else.

Good luck with your baking and finding that wusk!

- "Wusk"?

- Whoa! I forgot the adrenaline rush you get from games.

Eat my dust, Stu!

- That expression is all wrong for "Doorstop," but whatever.

Hey, Chas and Chuckie's house got infested with bugs too.

Okay if they come stay over here?

- Yeah! [doorbell chimes]

Honey, would you mind getting that? I'm on a roll.

- Oh, hey, Charlotte.

You are not gonna believe this,

but our house has to get fumigated for bugs.

- No, I believe it.

- And Stu said Drew said you wouldn't mind

if Chuckie and I stayed here?

- Of course he did!

[strained] Please come in.

- And a delivery guy just gave me this.

I smell barbecued tofu. You go, girl!

- I'll take that, Chas.

- [babbles]

- How many times do I have to tell you, dear,

I can't understand you when you're brushing your teeth.

- What teeths? - [sighs]

- Chuckie, what are you doing here?

- Hiya, Tommy.

Well, we're staying here, I guess.

- Finster! You're a lifesaver. - I am?

Saving a life sounds like a lot of 'sponsability,

so if it's all the same to you, Angelica--

- Too late. Me and Tommy are married now,

and we need a baby, so you're gonna be our baby.

- But I don't know if I want to be your baby, Angelica.

- If you're living in our house,

you're gonna be our new baby.

Hmm. What should I name you?

- But I already have a name. Chuckie.

- Blaine!

- Blaine?

- Blaine.

- Angelica, where are we taking Chuckie?

- We're taking our baby Blaine to the toy store.

And he can have all the toys he wants.

- Really?

- Hold on, Chuckie-- I mean, Blaine.

My mommy usually lets me get just one toy at the store.

- Well, I guess I'm a nicer and betterer mommy then.

- [groans]

- [grunts]

- Hasn't he watched enough cartoons, dear?

- Blaine can watch cartoons all the time he wants, dear.

- Can I play too?

- No! My baby Blaine never has to share anything.

You're perfect. You're never wrong.

You're the best baby in the whole world!

Daddy and I love you more than we love our cars.

- Jonathan, you'd better call me back immediately.

But don't call for the next 20 minutes.

I'm going to take a nice soak in my spa tub.

[sighs]

[water splashes]

- Huh, this is some fancy bubble bath you got.

French?

- Open wide, Blaine.

Here comes the 'sghetti.

- No! I don't wanna!

- But you love 'sghetti.

- I don't want 'sghetti. I want cookies.

- But I made 'sghetti!

- I said I don't want it, you dumb baby!

- [gasps]

- You've spoiled him. - Me?

- It just flew out of my mouth. Forgive me, Papa.

Maybe I'm not cut out to be anyone's baby boy.

- Yes, you are, Chuckie. Your real daddy's.

Um, Angelica, I tried to listen and be a good roomie,

like my mommy said, but I don't want to be married anymore.

- [gasps]

- Oh, this is it.

I'm gonna finally beat my baby brother.

[smoke alarm blaring]

Is that the smoke alarm?

- Aha! Still undefeated!

- [yelps]

- Everyone, stay calm.

I am very handy with a fire extinguisher.

Stand back and--

- [screams shrilly]

- So...this is goodbye.

- Yeah. We tried our bestest.

- We sure did. - Well, see you, Angelica.

- Who's ready for a sleepover at Aunt Betty's?

- Mommy, Daddy, can you promise

we'll never do that again?

- Well-- - Oh, yes.

We promise.

- Well, if that's what your mother wants, yeah.

It's probably what's best.

- ♪ Once upon a time, there was a turnip named Doug ♪

♪ Whose little brother, Abraham, just wanted a hug ♪

[screams]

That was a close one, eh, Chuckie?

- Barry, did you clean up those walnuts?

- [sarcastically] Yeah. Totally, Eve.

Wait...no.

- All right, Chuckie.

Can you hand the turnip to the nice lady?

- Oh, well, aren't you a good helper?

I've been looking for a good helper to take care of this.

It's the very last balloon,

which makes it extra special!

Just like you. - Oh! Thank you so much.

Wow, Chuckie. The very last balloon.

♪ Once upon a time, there was a turnip named Stan ♪

♪ Who had a little dream he'd drive a grocery van ♪

- Jack Rocket, this is Jill Target.

Are you aimed and ready? Over.

- All systems go, Jill Target. Over.

- You are a rare breed, Deed.

Not a lot of wives out there

helping test drive their husband's homemade catapults.

- So much better than store-bought catapults.

[both laugh]

- Tommy, what's Teddy doing

next to that thing your daddy made?

- I don't know, Lil. I think it's a 'speriment.

- Prepare for launch, Jill Target.

Activating the launch pedal in three, two...

One. And go!

[grunting] [car alarms wailing]

- Did I miss the bear?

- That is a negatory on Ursa Flyboy.

- I don't get it. I stepped on the launch pedal.

It should have shot Tommy's teddy bear over the roof.

- Yeah, well, it looks like you got a serious problem

with your gizmo.

Over and out.

- Stu, I don't say this lightly.

These turnips are fire.

[screams] - Got it!

Relax, Chas. You were never in any real danger,

thanks to my awesome dad reflexes.

- Dad reflexes?

- You know, the primal lightning reflexes

that enable all dads to save our kids

from flying off a swing, or stop a runaway scooter,

or catch a teddy bear midair.

Think fast! - [screams]

- It looks like we need to work on your dad reflexes.

Which is a great reason for my catapult.

The difference between a contraption and an invention

is purpose.

Come on, Chas. To the work shop.

- Don't want to go. - Hurry.

We've gotta fine-tune

my Dad-o-matic Rapid Reflex tester.

And yes, I just made that name up.

- Anything for science.

- Hi, Chuckie.

Why are you holding your balloon like that?

- I'm keeping it nice and safe,

'cause that's my job now.

The grocery store lady told me

it's the last balloon in the world.

- Ooh, let me see how bouncy it is.

- No, Phil. You can't bounce it.

This balloon is the real last one,

and I gotta take care of it,

or else nobody'll get to play with a balloon, ever again.

- Don't worry, Chuckie.

We'll teach you how to take care of a balloon.

- I guess that's not a bad idea.

As long as it's not like that time you taught me

how to fit both my feet in my mouth.

I'm still getting out the taste of toenails.

- Okay. What's the firstest rule about balloon-having?

- Oh, I know!

Don't hide it in the potty

right a'fore your mommy goes potty.

- That's the second rule, Phillip.

The first rule is never let it fly away.

It just gots to hold on to something heavy.

See?

- Okay. I could 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 growed-ups like long pants?

There's some stuffs we'll never know.

- I guess taking care of a balloon's

not as hard as I thought.

Hey, maybe now we can even play with it.

- Easy. - Yay!

- No pushing. One at a time.

[laughter]

- And done.

All right, Chas. I'll launch. You catch.

- Okay, okay--wait.

Will the bear be flying on a vertical axis or more of a--

- Follow your dad reflex! - [screams]

[grunts]

- Hey, at least the pedal's fixed.

- Jack Rocket, you're opening car trunks again.

Sorry, Mr. Windham!

And I'm a little worried about Mr. Windham's pacemaker. Over.

- Don't worry, Chaz.

Randy's on his way over,

and that dude's dad reflexes are on point.

[laughter]

- We all gots to go through the tunnel

to turn into butterflies.

- Hey, what if I come out a peanut-butter fly?

- Come on, balloon!

[balloon squeaking] [gasps]

- What's going on back there, Chuckie?

- I'm stuck.

The balloon won't fit.

- You made it let go of its heavy thingy!

- The balloon-popper machine's gonna get it.

- No! 'Cause of me, Chuckie Finster,

there'll be no more balloons forever.

- Chuckie's balloon!

Dad reflexes, go! - [grunts]

[groans] His nose hit my tooth.

- Gotcha!

This is why we're doing the work, Chas.

I won't always be here as backup.

- You're a good friend, Stu.

Here, pal. Let's take care of that balloon, once and for all.

- Hey. We practicing our dad reflexes?

- There's Randy! - Up high!

- [whimpers]

- You'll get him next time.

Quick stop in my workshop for a few tools,

and then we're back at it.

- Well, let's do it!

- I don't want to go back to the workshop.

- Tommy, please say

my daddy took the balloon someplace safe,

like the closet that just gots papie towels in it.

- Nope. He tied it to you. [grunts]

It's gonna go everywhere you go

and do everything you do.

- How will I ever play hide-and-seek and hide

in my favoritest hiding place underneath the table?

Is it even allowed in the bathtub?

What if the bubbles get jealous?

What about when I gots to go potty?

Oh, how did giving that lady turnips

turn into the worst day of my life?

- A lot of stuffs happened a'fore you got here.

- It's all too much.

I'm just gonna take a nap now,

since it's the only safe thing I can do with my balloon.

- Here, Chuckie.

We'll go outside for a little while.

- No, no, no, balloon.

[eerie music]

[yawns]

When did it get so dark?

Tommy? Susie?

Hey, I don't gots balloon anymore.

Phil! Lil!

Guess what!

Where did everybody go?

- Well, twist me into an animal shape!

Would ya look?

It's the last baby in the world!

- Wicked cool. - Holy guacamole!

- Hey, I'm not the last baby.

All my friends are babies.

I just don't know where they are right now.

- Poor, sweet thing.

Must be lonely living in a world

where all your friends are gone.

- You must feel so deflated.

- Hey, we better float out of here, before a cloud shows up.

- Wait! I don't want to be the last baby in the world.

Being alone's scary. I want my friends.

Tommy! Susie!

Phil! Lil!

- Chuckie? What's the matter?

- I had a bad dream, and now I know being the last balloon

is one of the scariest things ever.

I gots to help balloon find his friends,

so he isn't scared and alone anymore.

- I know where you can find more balloons.

Up there!

- Susie, it's been a real hard day,

and this is no time for false hope.

- No, no. It's true.

When my balloon flied away, I was sad.

But my daddy said balloons that fly away

go to a great, big party in the sky.

- So alls we have to do is send Chuckie's balloon

to the sky party.

- But how?

Chuckie's balloon won't let go of him.

- Who says I can't fly?

I can't believe I'm gonna do this.

- Do what? Take off your shoes?

- No, Susie. Lil once said

that if a balloon holds on to something heavy,

it won't fly away.

So if I make me not so heavy,

then maybe my balloon can fly me up to the sky party,

to the other balloons.

- Wow, Chuckie!

Um, but aren't you a'scared to fly?

- Of course, I'm scared to fly!

But if I gots to be scared for just a little bit,

to help my balloon not be lonely the rest of his life,

then that's what I'm gonna do.

Ooh, I'm still not light enough to fly.

- Pick your nose! Both holes!

- Ew, Phil. No.

- [chuckles] Hey!

Looks like Chuckie's getting in touch with his wild side.

- Chuckie?

Hey, buddy.

- [screaming] - [screams]

Chuckie! Chuckie!

[whimpers]

- Kid tied to a balloon! - This is not a drill!

[car alarms wailing]

- We're almost--whoa.

Whoa!

Other balloons, if you can hear me,

come back to your friend.

- No! both: I got him!

- I got him! - I got him!

- [grunts, wheezes]]

I got him.

You're okay, Chuckie.

- You are the true dad reflex master.

Thanks to my catapult. - Up high!

Oh, yeah!

But, okay, that hurt, so reel it in, just a little.

- Chuckie, you flied!

- But I didn't get to the party or find any balloons.

I'm sorry, balloon.

Maybe I can pretend to be a balloon, like your friends.

- [gasps] Chuckie, you made 'em all come back!

- Look, balloon! Your friends are here!

Wait, wait.

Why are they floating away?

- Purple! [overlapping chatter]

- Rogue balloons! 12:00!

[grunting]

all: Dang.

- What? Haven't you ever heard of mom reflexes?

- How about we take all these balloons inside?

Don't want anyone flying away with them.

- Oh, Deed, that stuff only happens

in those epic parent fail videos.

- Hey, Barry,

did you weigh down those balloons?

- Yeah, totally, Eve.

Wait. No.

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- Klasky Csupo.

[vocalizes]

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