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[drum roll]

[upbeat music]

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- [laughs]

- [hollering]

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- [yelps] [frog croaks]

[laughter]

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[car horn beeps]

- Ta-da!

- [snickers]

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- Ginger came upon an apple tree loaded with apples.

She sat down underneath the tree and thought,

"How can I make these apples fall off the branches?"

- [laughs]

She should get a big stick and knock 'em down.

[laughter] - Thank you, Josh.

Let's listen to the story and see what happens.

Ginger decided to concentrate to see

if she could tell her mind to tell the tree

to tell the branches to tell the apples to fall...

- What's "concentrain"? And do you need a big stick?

- "Concentrate" means to think very hard about something.

After Ginger concentrated and told her mind

to move the apples,

they started to fall to the ground, one by one.

[all gasp]

- Gabi, can you really move things with your mind

or is it just a story?

- Some people say you can.

That's when Ginger knew that she had a very special power.

That's the end of the chapter.

all: Aw...

- You'll have to wait until tomorrow to see what happens.

- It's so nice of your niece to volunteer as a Reading Ranger.

It's amazing how she holds their attention.

- Wait for it...

[ice cream truck playing pleasant tune]

Gabi always stops right before the ice cream truck gets here.

These kids are like Pavlov's monkeys.

- Okay, who wants strawberry? - I think those were dogs.

- So dog monkeys.

- I'm so excited to show you my new craft project.

It's a memory quilt!

- I have no idea what that means.

I'm just stoked you do crafts so I don't have to.

It's a win-win.

- Guys, let's bury stuffs in the sand like pirates!

Argh!

- Ooh! Can I bury Chuckie's feet?

- No, Phil.

I like being able to see both my feet at all times.

- Tommy, I'm gonna go get

your grandpa's growed-up shovel.

- How do you feel 'bout your elboos?

[laughter]

- [humming]

- Whatcha doing? - Shh!

I'm trying to concentrain.

- Concentrain on what? - [sighs]

If you must know, Susie Carmichael,

I'm about to move those oranges with my mind.

Like in the story.

[humming]

I did it! - Nuh-uh.

- See? That one wasn't there before.

- Aw, sure it was.

Gabi's book said it was a special power.

You have to be special to move stuff, Angelica.

- Oh, yeah? Well...

if you're so special, let's see you try!

Okay, I will.

Guess not.

- 'Cause you didn't do it right!

Hold your hands like this.

And make this hummy-noise

like Grandpa makes when he's thinking.

both: [humming]

- Aw, they're meditating.

Ooh, I could use a little Vitamin C boost.

both: [humming]

[gasps]

- We did it!

We moved the oranges with our minds.

Well, probably my mind moved most of 'em,

since I go to preschool.

- Nope. We moved them together.

- Okay, okay, we did it together.

Which means our special powers only work if we stay together.

I mean, if we even want to move something else with our minds.

It's up to you, of course.

- Of course we wanna.

- Okay then, let's see what we can move next.

- Whoa...Oof!

- Nothing interesting there.

[dog barks]

[both gasp]

- So I decided to upcycle and preserve cherished old clothes.

Remember this pashmina? I wore it all through college.

Oh, and my beret...

- You always were fashion forward.

- Let's move that junk under Spike.

both: [humming]

- I'm going to use Stu's worn-out T-shirts

in a starburst pattern in the center.

Where'd I put the rest?

Oh. Sorry, Spike.

both: [gasp]

- We did it again!

Susie, do you know what this means?

- Yep. We can move toys anywhere we want

and move cupcakes from the table to our tummies

and maybe even move ourselves in the park

when our legs get tired.

- No! It means we're gonna be famous!

And not just on TV.

For real, like when Cynthia was here in "Cynthia Live!"

We have special powers!

"Presenting Angelica and Susie Moving Stuff!"

- Or, what about, "Presenting Susie

and Angelica Moving Stuff!"

- Nah, my name goes first. I'm older.

- So? Both our minds move stuffs.

- Yeah, yeah. We can work out the details later.

But first we gotta make sure

our powers work in front of an audience.

[bird caws]

- Tommy, what's going on?

And why is Susie holding hands with Angelica?

- I don't know, Chuckie. It reminds me of the time

my mommy put my daipie on backwards.

Everything felt different that day.

- Listen up, babies!

Me and Susie are gonna do a show and in the show we--

- Move something with our special powers.

No hands.

- Wow! - Is that possible?

- Thank you, Susie.

- You're welcome, Angelica.

- Now, pick a thing. Anything.

- Ooh, my belly button. - My sandbox.

- Ugh.

You, ordinary baby in the audience, pick something.

- [blows] It's gently used.

- Never mind.

My helper, Susie, will pick something.

- My helper, Angelica, is right.

And I pick Reptar!

- Excellent choice!

Audience, keep your eyes on the toy.

both: [humming] - [sighs]

If that's all they're going to do, it's okay.

Reptar loves it when I hum to him.

- Quiet! We're concentraining!

- Deed!

Something happened to all my Final Eclipse shirts.

Ow! They're gone!

[all gasp]

both: [laugh and squeal]

- Are you okay, Reptar?

- We have to show Gabi at Reading Rangers tomorrow.

- I was thinking the exact same thing.

Let's go talk about what sparkly costumes

we're gonna wear in our show.

Come on, partner.

- Partner? - Yep!

We're stuck together for life!

Like bubble gum and hair!

- Angelica and Susie are stuck-ted together?

Tommy, this is way bigger than a backwards daipie.

- Which technically is not so bad.

- I'm sorry. But they were in a box.

In the closet.

- For posterity, not quilting!

Don't worry, buddies. You're safe.

- Oh, no, no, no. [yelps, screams]

- Hey, what are those babies doing here?

They're not Reading Rangers.

- Josh, didn't we talk about minding our own business?

Have a nice walk, Aunt Betty and Mrs. Pickles.

- Gabi, me and Susie have something to show you.

- It's just so meditative.

Whoa!

- Have you or your loved one ever struggled

with a pair of scissors, an iron,

or that pesky car cup holder made for right-handers?

- They're avoiding eye contact. Cut to the chase.

- Well, we are collecting signatures to get funding

for left-handed notebooks, pens,

and baseball mitts for schools.

It's for the kids.

- Oh, well, in that case...

- My cousin George was a lefty.

He couldn't use a can opener.

So I was stuck opening the cranberry jelly

every Thanksgiving.

- Thank you for sharing that.

- I thought we were just gonna show Gabi,

not all the Reading Rangers!

- This is better.

We'll get more famous and start doing our show right away.

- Shh. - But aren't we going to wait

till we're growed up to do that?

- And let some other kids get famous

for moving stuff before us?

Hah!

Okay, let's move, um...

- Last two signatures to fill the quota!

Charity feels good.

both: [humming]

- Hey! Why's the Wavy Man going away?

- We did that, Gabi. We moved him.

- Wow! That's as good as in the story.

Speaking of, hey, Rangers, you ready for the next chapter?

- So I guess you'll be going 'round the world now, Susie.

- We're gonna miss you. - Wait.

Who said I was going around the world?

- Angelica. 'Cause you're famous.

- I'm not going anywhere for a long time.

I wanna stay home with my mommy and daddy.

And my friends.

- Yay! - Yeah, Susie!

- This is the thanks I get for taking you under my swing

and teaching you everything I know?

Fine. I'll just do it without you.

- You can't do it by yourself and you know it.

We can be famous when we're growed up.

How about we just move one more thing, and then stop?

- I knew you couldn't quit. What should we move? A tree?

The whole jungle gym? One of the babies?

[ice cream truck playing pleasant tune]

- I know. We'll open up the Ice Cream Truck

so we can see all the treats inside!

And then we're done. - Sure!

both: [humming]

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[all crying] - It's okay, don't cry.

The ice cream truck will be back.

It wasn't time yet.

- Our minds must be more powerful than we thought.

Ugh! This is too much 'sponsitility.

Susie, I'm sorry to tell you this,

but we gotta quit.

- Are you sure, Angelica?

- It's over.

I'm gonna go back to being me, and you have to go back

to being a normal boring baby with no special powers.

- I guess so.

I'll just have to go back to working on my X-ray vision.

- You don't have X-ray vision.

- Phil, is that a box of gummy worms I see in your diaper?

- Wow. Every time.

- [gasps]

Hey, Susie, wait for me! We're a team, remember!

- [screaming]

[mellow music]

- [slurping]

[imitates whirring]

One ice monkey lava for...Pill?

- It's Phil! [sighs]

I come here every day...

- [humming]

- Wow, Angelica.

That is some extra icing work there.

- Betty, I can't believe The Invisible Eater

is coming today to review Betty's Beans.

I hear they are very hard to pin down.

- It was Gabi's idea.

A shout-out from The Invisible Eater would be great.

I just hope they like my coffee.

- Who wouldn't love your "Late Late Latte"

or signature "Double Triple Espresso?"

- True. I am at the top of my game.

What could go wrong?

- Great news, Betty.

Thanks to my upgrade to your espresso machine,

your barista problems are over.

- I have barista problems? - Check it out.

Four robotic serving arms, two pressurized steam spouts,

and one genius inventor.

It'll be up and running in no time.

- Oh, good.

And speaking of time, Betty, come see what I brought.

- It's called "Mister Timer"!

It trains toddlers to play on their own.

Tommy caught on right away.

[timer ticking]

- What's that thing?

- That's my mommy's favorite new toy.

She takes it everywhere we go.

- How do you play with it?

- Yeah, do you throw it or kick it?

- I don't know. She just looks at it.

- But what if I don't wanna look at it?

It's kinda bright.

- Maybe I can make it stop.

Hm.

My trusty stu-diver to the rescue!

- [powering down] Time to call a grown-up helper.

- My stu-driver's brokeded?

That never happened before.

I know!

I'll show it to my daddy. He can fix anything!

[gear crunching]

- Meet the "Espresso Yourself Barista Master!"

- Are we married to that name?

- Yes.

- And what's this machine got that my old one didn't?

- First, the perfect flavor-packed espresso scoop.

Then the perfect brew temp.

Then, the perfect pour. What do you call that?

- [whimpers] - [sighs]

- The perfect fail?

- Good feedback. Just needs some fine-tuning.

- Aw, Tommy's got his screwdriver.

He wants to help.

- Aunt Didi, me and Gabi are trying to decorate cupcakes

but Tommy is getting in our way.

- Come on, sweetie.

Let's go see what Mister Timer says.

- Remember, when Mister Timer's light is red,

you play on your own for a little while.

When Mister Timer's light turns green, it means time's up.

And then you can come see mommy and daddy.

Muah.

- What happened, Tommy?

Did your daddy fix your stu-driver?

- No, and he's not gonna!

Not till Mister Timer turns green.

Growed ups. Priceless.

[laughs]

- [grunts]

Oh! Ah!

Almost done.

I just gotta adjust something under here.

[screams]

- Wow, Aunt Betty. That's an espresso beast!

[machine rattling]

- Isn't that your daddy's neck-tight?

- Yeah, but where's the rest of him?

- Don't you butter-brains ever hear any fairy tales?

It's in every story.

Your daddy got turned into that expresso beast, like Gabi said.

You gotta break the spell to get him back.

- You mean that thing is my daddy?

- For now.

Better hurry up and save him

before Mister Timer's light turns green,

or time's up.

He'll stay a beast forever.

- I gots to go get my daddy back!

Are you with me? - Of course, Tommy.

- Yeah! - Yay, a beast.

[soft dramatic music]

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- [whimpers]

[all gasp]

[eerie music]

- The Beast! - Okay. We saw him.

He looks well. Let's go back now.

- We can't leave! We got to turn him back into my daddy.

- Uh, guys?

How are we supposed to get in with these ginormous gates?

- Hmmm, if that Beast is really my daddy,

he probably forgetted to shut the door all the way.

[all gasp]

- Phillip, think what we could do with extry arms.

- Yeah! Bring on the magic spell.

- Shh! Do you want him to hear us?

- We got to hurry, Tommy.

- Angelica said you gotta turn the Beast

back into your daddy 'afore this timer turns green.

- Oh, Susie, how is Tommy 'opposed to do that?

That Beast is huge.

What could be scarier than that?

- [laughs] - Oh, no.

- And now, to finish my master feast.

- Angelica, help us!

We gots to turn the Beast back into my daddy.

- We all got our problems, kid.

Your daddy turned into a weird, hairy beast,

and I got a giant cupcake to decorate.

Pull up your diapers and quit whining.

- You gotta get the beast to act like your daddy!

Think, Tommy. What does your daddy do?

- Uh, he sings in the shower.

He cuts his toenails.

He plays with me.

That's it.

- We're cutting that thing's toenails?

- [grunting]

Um, Beast? You wanna play ball?

- Yee-ow! - Everything okay, Stu?

- It's going great!

Just a--uh, ooh. A little setback.

I'll need some needle-nosed pliers.

And can you spot me another cupcake?

- Maybe your daddy forgetted how to play ball.

- But it's his favoritest game.

- Tommy, the light on your mommy's toy turned 'lellow.

What does that mean?

- We can't give up! That's my daddy.

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[grunts]

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

[all gasp]

Whoa!

[machine roars]

- Uh-oh.

- Are you trying to surrender?

- Never! [machine whooshes]

- Well, a piggyback didn't work.

- Maybe you could distract the Beast with a tasty treat.

That always works for Phil

when he's trying to eat my shoelaces.

- Don't even think about it. - Please, Angelica.

My daddy loves cupcakes the mostest!

- Fine.

You can have those decorating disasters.

- [grunting]

- Floor cupcakes. - The bestest kind.

[both chomping]

- Tommy, the time's almost up!

- If I can't get the Beast to be like my daddy

'afore Mister Timer turns green,

then I'll just have to stop Mister Timer.

- [distorted voice, powers down]

- I forgotted. My stu-driver is broken.

- What now?

- Oh, no.

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- [whimpers]

[laughs]

[Mister Timer beeps]

- Here you go, Champ, good as new.

Hey, wanna help Daddy with the Beast?

[bombastic music]

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- Hello! I'm guessing you're The Invisible Eater.

Nice costume by the way. Very invisible.

Bet it's hot. Iced tea?

- I do not drink iced tea.

I'll take your famous Molten Joltin' Java.

- Um... - There we go.

- We're out of that at the moment, sorry.

- Then a Boom! Roasted it shall be.

With a twist of lemon.

- Funny thing.

Our espresso machine is under maintenance right now.

- Unfortunate. What do you have?

- Cupcake with extra frosting?

- And lots of sprinkles.

- Yes, so I see.

- House special to wash it down?

- [whimpers]

- Mmm, I have never had anything like this before!

What do you call this concoction?

- Coffee. Regular coffee.

- Sorry, Betty.

Got to take this baby back to the workshop.

This baby, not this baby. We're a team.

- [clears throat]

An independent coffee shop where the only thing bigger

than the flavor is the heart.

A rare sight in these corporate times...

- Hey, do I know you?

- No, and in fact, you don't even see me!

I'm invisible. Ha-ha! Bye-bye.

- But Mister Invistible, you didn't eat this cupcake

I made special for you, and you dropped this.

- Daxton? - The sad delivery guy?

- Just the regular delivery guy.

[camera shutter clicks]

Yes, it's me.

But can we please keep this between us?

Sure, I deliver packages,

but food reviewing is my true calling.

- I get it. I'll delete this picture.

I don't want to ruin what you do.

I'm secretly a blogger.

- You are, Gabi? Me, too.

I guess we all have a secret identity.

- Not me. - [laughs]

- I'm just Dad.

[upbeat music]

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