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[drumroll]

[intro music]

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- [giggles]

- [whimpers]

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[shouts]

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[frog ribbits]

- [giggles]

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[car honks]

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- Ta-da!

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- [chuckles]

- [shouts]

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[xylophone music]

- Hi, Tommy. Look who's here--

It's Sid the Sock!

Ooh, are you the cutest grandson I ever saw?

Are you footloose and fancy free?

- Step aside, Sid.

Selma Sock wants to play with her bubbelah too.

- [giggles] - You wanna dance?

- * Da da da da da *

* Da da da da da * - [giggling]

[singing continues]

- Not much, Betty.

Just labeling my food storage containers.

- That's brilliant.

This morning, I fed the twins

dried lentils instead of cereal.

They ate 'em, but still--

not my finest hour.

- [laughing]

- Is that Tommy?

- Yes, Tommy has a video call with my parents in Florida

every day after snack time.

Twenty one--mixed kale fusilli.

- Can you come do my kitchen next?

- Tommelah, it's me, Bubbe Soup Bowl.

Where's my spoon?

- Spoon? - [giggling]

- I don't see any spoon. Do you see any spoon?

- Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.

It's nap time, Tommy.

Wave bye-bye to your Bubbe and Zayde!

- See you real soon, Tommelah.

Love you!

[upbeat music]

- Snack time!

Who wants Reptar Space Puffs?

- Guys, guess what?

It's almost time to watch "The Bubbe and Zayde Show."

- Hmm, I never saw that show before.

What's a Bubbe and a Zayde?

- Are they fluffy kitty-pillars?

- No, they're my grandma and grandpa.

They live inside a thing called the Florida.

The show comes on every day after snacks-time.

You guys are gonna love "The Bubbe and Zayde Show."

[doorbell rings]

- Is there a Stu and a Didi at this location?

Because we're here!

- Oh, we made it, finally!

- Boris? Minka?

Uh, hello.

- Mom? Dad?

Weren't you supposed to be here tomorrow?

- Oh, you know your father doesn't like

to be late for a flight,

so we got to the airport a little early.

- By a whole day?

- Could you blame me?

I want to see my only grandchild!

- [whimpers]

[cries]

- Boris, you're scaring him!

- What are you talking about?

He knows his Bubbe and Zayde, don't you, Tommy?

Look what I got for you. It's for Hanukkah.

Well, okay, so it's a little early.

[dreidel song beeping]

[music winds down]

- [whimpers] - Ah, cheap batteries!

Now our only grandchild will think we don't love him!

- Tommy needs to get to know you, that's all.

Give him time.

Stu, why don't you show my parents your new workshop?

- [whimpering]

[upbeat music]

- My dad's garage is now

my professional inventing space.

Oh, and I've soundproofed the workshop.

Now when something explodes in here,

no one else can hear it!

Ha! Just kidding.

I'm sure that was a one-off.

- What's this thing?

Oh!

That is so dangerous!

What if the baby crawled in here?

- Not to worry, Minka.

Got that covered.

It's my new Garage Lock-out invention!

A child-proof security door

you can only open with a special numerical code,

and by pushing these colored buttons in sequence.

Watch!

[buttons beeping]

- [shouts] Oh!

[chuckles]

- Let's get you settled in.

You can sleep in our room.

We'll bunk with Tommy for a few days.

- I could use a nap.

- We got up at 3:00 a.m.

You know, to be sure we packed everything.

- Guys, these peoples can't be Bubbe and Zayde.

How could they even fit in the Florida?

They're too big!

- Maybe they growed up

since the last time you saw the show?

- Maybe, but these peoples don't sound like them, neither.

- It might be them.

Grandmas and grandpas always bring presents,

and they brought you that, um...

- I wonder what this toy is.

[speakers dying]

- Whatever it is, it needs a nap.

- Phil, that's it!

When my studriver gets sleepy, my Daddy puts in new batteries,

and then it goes back to norman!

So maybe Bubbe and Zayde just need new batteries.

[heroic music plays]

- How could your parents come a day early?

We're totally unprepared!

- I know!

All we have is quinoa and Reptar Cereal.

Maybe we should make a quick run to CheapCo.

It's Free Sample Tuesday!

I'll ask my dad to watch the kids so we can both go.

- [inhales]

- Hey, Pop! - What?

Uh, whoa--ah!

[groans]

- [snores]

- The ghost is clear.

C'mon!

- [snores, coughs]

- [murmuring] Just one slice of cheesecake.

What's it gonna hurt?

- Maybe we can put some batteries under here.

- [grumbles] - [grunts]

- No batteries in this shoe, just a sock--

with eyes!

- Oh, now I gotta worry about

socks lookin' at me when I sleep.

- That's not a regular sock,

it's Sid the Sock!

He's on "The Bubbe and Zayde Show!"

I wonder why he's not talking.

- Sometimes, when my Mommy is sleeping,

I do this to her nose, and she talks.

- [snorts]

[all shout]

- Well, we tried.

Time to go play with our toys.

- [gasps] Chuckie, that's it!

If they're Bubbe and Zayde,

they can't do their show because they don't gots

all their fun stuffs with them!

Come on, we gotsta help them!

[upbeat music playing]

- A-ha! - [gasps]

- [laughs]

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- [giggles]

- I slept like a rock!

Aren't you glad

we came a little early? - Here they come!

When I give the 'ficial signal,

Get ready to give them all the fun stuffs.

[all laughing]

- Oy, what a mess.

But these babies are so cute.

I never want to go back to Florida!

- Florida-schmorida, who needs it!

Oh, wow! I forgot about Tommy's new toy.

Maybe Stu has some batteries in his high-tech new workshop.

- I think I saw a vacuum cleaner

in there, too.

- Did you hear that, Tommy?

They're never going back into the Florida!

- Even with all the fun stuffs,

"The Bubbe and Zayde Show" won't come back--

maybe ever!

In all the months I've knowed Tommy,

I never sawed him like this before.

- We need the secret code.

- Ha! Our son-in-law, the genius.

The man's tool organization is a mess.

Aha!

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- Boris, open the door already.

- I can't!

He must have installed the baby-proof door backwards.

We're locked in!

We're stuck! - Help, let us out!

[Spike panting]

[barks]

Call Didi, she'll let us out.

- Oy, Where's my phone?

- Maybe it's in your other pocket.

- I just checked all my pockets.

- You might have missed one!

- I don't know my own pockets?

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- Maybe we can find Tommy's for-real Bubbe and Zayde

in the Florida, and they'll cheer Tommy up!

I think the button is...

here.

[screen beeps]

- Try this one!

- [gasps] Prettyful!

- Ooh, I love a button!

[screen beeping] - Maybe it's this one?

- What are you guys doing?

- We're making the Florida work!

[call rings]

[phone buzzes]

- That's the phone!

- Hold still, the phone is in your purse.

Hello? - [babbling]

- It's Tommy!

Our grandson called us!

- Tommelah, darling,

Bubbe and Zayde need your help!

[upbeat music]

[all clapping]

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- See the door?

It's locked.

Go get help.

Find Mommy! Where's Mommy?

- Borie, he doesn't understand.

- Babies know much more than you think.

Yesterday, Tommy laughed at all my jokes.

- Babies will laugh at soap bubbles.

- Tommy, look who's here!

It's Sid the Sock!

I need help!

Go, bubbelah!

Go and get help!

Get Selma Sock.

- I don't have her.

I wear footies for travel!

- Then get the footie fairy.

- I don't think this is the time

to be introducing new characters.

It's me-- Bubbe the Soup Bowl!

- That purse holds more than our first apartment.

[both laughing]

- Tommelah, we can't get outta here.

[laughter]

- I think your Bubbe and Zayde

wanna get out of the Florida...

- Why? They're funnier in it.

- Maybe, Phil.

But they're my Gramma and Grandpa so...

a baby's gotta do what a baby's gotta do!

[babbles]

[grunting]

[grunting continues]

- Bup bup bup, I'll take that, sprout.

Boris? Minka?

- Boris, look.

The barefoot hippie is here!

Lou, help!

We're locked inside Stu's workshop!

[upbeat music]

- Whoo!

- Finally! - We're free!

- Ah, now who's the barefoot hippie?

[chuckles]

- * I have a little dreidel *

* I made it out of clay *

* And when it's dry and ready * - Mom, Dad, we're home!

- And I brought you some meatball samples!

- * Dreidel dreidel dreidel *

* I made it out of clay *

* And when it's dry and ready *

* Then dreidel I shall play * [babies giggling]

- They had a wonderful time, Betty,

but they're back home now.

They decided to call a little later

when all the babies can see them...

- Hi! It's Sid the Sock!

I'm here! - And his new friend,

the footie fairy!

Hello, kiddies!

Boris, give me some room.

- I think you got a little--

[all laughing]

[xylophone music]

- Last one!

Victory will be mine!

- Oh, no, you don't.

Hey, this one's about the God of Tricks.

Whoa, he wasn't playing around.

- Don't stop, Randy.

If Stu wins, we'll never hear the end of--

- Done!

Now we can tell the story of Stu Pickle-us.

A smart, funny, and handsome man

who ate more tubs of Greek yogurt in one month

than either of his friends,

putting him one step closer to winning

their Gut Health Challenge!

Victory lap!

Whoo! Whoo!

Now, you get some yogurt tubs,

and you get some yogurt tubs,

and you all get yogurt tubs!

- Uncle Stu!

I put all these raisins in this cup thing

like you asked me.

- Hello? Museum of Art?

I'd like to report a masterpiece!

Gentlemen, feast your eyes on The Golden Raisin Cup.

Great job, Angelica!

Can you hold on to this

till the end of our competition?

- Yeah, sure, Uncle Stu!

- Okay, fellas.

One of us will claim the trophy,

after the final test:

to see who can do the most sit-ups.

- Oh, Stu?

Charlotte said she'll join the sit-up contest,

so just wait until she's finished on the phone.

[all groan] - Aw, man.

I bet Charlotte can do more sit-ups

than all three of us combined.

- Losing's not so bad.

Look at me, I'm happy,

and I've never won a single competition in my life.

- Chas, you are both an inspiration

and a cautionary tale.

[upbeat music]

[barks] - Hiya, Spikey!

Whatcha smelling?

- There must be some yogurt left in these cup thingies.

[grunts]

You look thirsty, God of Building Stuffs!

Want something to drink?

- Sure, God of Juice! Whatcha got?

- Well, grape, of course.

And apple.

Sometimes I get a request for cranberry.

Where's my juice?

- Boo! - [yells]

- I love being the Goddess of Playing Tricks!

- Phillip, I do not wanna hear any more toots

from that flute.

- Ha! She thinks the toots are coming from the flute.

[pan flute music] - Who are you talking to?

My butt. [farts]

- Ew!

- [chuckles]

- Hmm? - Oh!

- What are you doing, Spike?

[grunts]

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Hey! Watch it!

- [giggles]

I played a trick on you.

- Ugh!

You dumb babies almost ruined the most precious

master-feast the world's ever seen.

- Jonathan, "no free shipping" is not a final answer.

It's an invitation to negotiate!

You're welcome.

- Mommy, Mommy, look!

- What is it, sweetheart?

Mommy has a sit-up contest to dominate, and--

Ugh, is this the trophy Uncle Stu made?

Not everyone has the creative vision that you and I do.

- That's right, Mommy!

Uncle Stu's trophy is so...

uh...

- Let's call it a starting point.

It's like I always say:

Either make something perfect, or don't make it at all.

There.

Now that's a perfect work of art.

- It is perfect!

And I won't let anyone wreck it!

- That's my little girl boss.

Now, time to go crunch my way to glory!

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- [sighs]

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- Listen to this story!

"Once upon a time, a man with wings

went shopping for some clouds!"

- I'll tell you babies a Greek "miffology."

Once upon a time, some dumb guy with feathers

did some stuff, but nobody cared because

something way better was happening somewhere else.

[regal music]

Gods and monsters from far and side--

I am the Goddess of Perfect,

and this is my Golden Cup!

It's the most perfect cup on Mount Everywhere,

and we're gonna make sure it stays perfect.

[Spike barks]

Whoa!

Whoa!

Hey, Spike-asus! Put me down!

[shouts]

- [giggles]

You can stop me from telling stories,

but you can't stop me from playing tricks!

- [grumbles]

No one plays tricks on the Goddess of Perfect!

We'll see how funny you think you are

when you're vanished to the None-der World!

- [gasps]

[groans]

- Um, Goddess Angelica?

May I offer you a little juice?

It made me feel better after the Goddess of Tricks

played the same trick on me.

- And you didn't warn me?

Into the None-der World with you too, Juice-Boy!

Now, you both stay in there until I say you can come out,

or else!

And you!

Put those baby eyes to good use

watching the Golden Raisin Cup

so nothing happens to it!

- Oh, what can I do in this game, Angelica?

- You can build me a temple,

'cause a goddess as perfect as me

has to have something built in her honor.

- Come on, Stu. Come on, Stu.

- Stu, sweetheart, are you all right?

- Me?

Sure, just doing a high-intensity workout

with a belly full of dairy.

[groans]

- Chas, you're like a machine over there.

How is this so easy for you?

- Well, the breath control comes from playing oboe.

And, gee, I guess I never realized

how much a lifetime of sneezes really blasted my abdominals!

[grunts]

- And build it extra tall!

And extra fancy!

It's like I always say--

either make something perfect, or don't make it all.

- Goddess of Perfect, I was wondering,

does bad stuffs happen

if we don't make things perfect?

- Oh, ye young not-knowing-nothing-god.

Just keep lugging those heavy rocks.

- Tommy looks thirsty.

Think the Goddess of Perfect

will let me out of the None-der World

for just a minute to bring him some juice?

- Let me think...nope.

But watch me play my biggest trick of all!

Angelica!

[screaming continues]

- [laughs]

I sawed that, Lil-Monster!

Oh, your one big eye just blinked!

I win!

Time for a little victory goat dance!

- I did not blink, Phillip!

Asides, I can hear stuff

and watch the Golden Raisin Cup at the same time.

I can even watch it like this.

- So? I can watch it like this.

[sputtering into flute]

- Doodly doodly doodly doo!

- What do you want?

- I was just looking at the God of Juice's cup,

and I thought you should know

that it is way more beautiful than your Golden Cup--

which means the most perfect cup is in here!

- [gasps]

- Susie, are you out of your mime?

- I don't believe you!

But, just in case, lemme see!

[grunts]

No one's allowed to have

a more perfect Golden Cup than mine,

so you give that juice cup to me right now!

- Now for the graham finale.

Oh, no! The door isn't opening!

Pull harder!

- [grunts, yells]

Whoa!

[shouts]

[screams]

- Whoa.

- [screams]

Look what you made me do!

- I'm sorry, Angelica.

I was just trying to do a funny trick.

Here, I'll help fix it. - No!

Don't touch it! You wrecked everything!

- You're doing great, Chas!

Thanks, sweetie. - [yells]

- Here comes the trophy, buddy.

Keep your eyes on the prize!

- Uncle Stu, wait, it's not ready!

My mommy said to keep it perfect!

[grunting]

Ugh!

- Maybe one of these stories will give us an idea.

These guys in funny hats

had to save their friend's gold blankie

from a tree monster.

So maybe we could--

uh, Tommy?

- Everybody, grab one of these tubs.

[heroic music]

We're gonna go out there

and try to make that Golden Cup perfect again,

'cause if there's one thing I know about gods,

and goddesses, and monsters,

it's that they never give up!

Put on your helmets and follow me!

- Come on, Angelica.

- Go away. - But you have to try.

- I don't have to do nothin'.

What if it doesn't work?

- Well, it's still gonna be a good story

and end up on the side of a yogurt tub some day!

- All right,

but only if Goat-Boy stops all that flute tooting.

[laughing and cheering]

- You got this, Chas.

Hey, what keeps you in the zone?

- Well, athletically speaking, Randy,

I've never been "in the zone."

But if you mean what keeps me focused and motivated,

I tell ya-- playing the oboe.

- Then your oboe you shall play!

- [laughs]

- If you think a silly little instrument

is going to intimidate me, Finster,

you have another think coming.

- Oh, Charlotte, let the man have his woodwind.

- All right, here we go.

Allegro. Con. Spirito!

[oboe playing]

- Charles, you're doing it!

[oboe music]

- Sit-up-oboe-god!

[oboe playing]

- Go, go, go!

- I'm not giving up without a fight!

- Come on! - Go Chas!

- Go, go! - Yeah!

- Come on! - You got it!

- You can do it, Angelica!

- Okay, uh,

this one was here.

And I think this one looked like this.

Whoa!

- Agh!

Fine, you win!

Stop rubbing it in with your dulcet stadium anthem!

- You did it, Chas.

The first thing you've ever won!

The Golden Raisin Cup is yours!

- No, if I even touch a raisin,

it'll be hives on top of eczema for days.

- Here, Mommy.

It's not the way you made it,

but I still wanted to give it to you.

- [groans]

- Oh, raisins!

Oh, thank you!

Mommy's so happy!

- You are?

But the trophy's not perfect.

- Oh, darling.

Nobody can be perfect all the time,

not even Mommy.

That doesn't leave this lawn.

- Oh.

- Now we know what happens

when we don't make stuffs perfect.

Everybody's happy!

- And now we know tricks don't always turn out to be funny.

- Yeah, but sometimes they are funny.

- Whoa!

Angelica! I'll get you for this!

[upbeat music]

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- Klasky Csupo.

[sputtering, horn honks]