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[drumroll] [cymbal crash]

[lively music]

[vacuum whirs]

- [laughs]

- [groaning]

- [laughing]

- Whoa!

♪ ♪

- Whoa!

[frog ribbiting]

[both laughing]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

♪ ♪

[car horn honks]

- Mrowl!

- Ta-da!

[grunts]

- [giggles]

- Whoa! Whoa!

♪ ♪

[singer vocalizing]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[alligator roars] [all scream]

- Alligator! Run!

- Actually, it's a crocodile.

- Uh-uh, Lillian.

It's a alligator.

- Crocodile, Phillip!

[alligator roars] [all screaming]

- All clear, Chuckie.

My daddy was just fluffing up the rug

with the back-you cleaner.

- You don't need to be a-scared anymore.

- I never need to be a-scareded, I just--I am.

Sometimes, it's a-zosting to be me.

- Sorry, Chuckie, but you're Chuckie.

- Ah, come on. Ah. It ate my sock.

- Ah! Stu, turn it off.

- [grunts] No.

- Teddy!

- How's a fella supposed

to balance his chakras with all this racket?

- Pop, please get rid of this rug monster

before it eats everything in the house.

- Old Bertha is the best vacuum I've ever had.

Picked her up at a garage sale in '75 and she still works.

They don't make 'em like that anymore,

so this monster is staying.

Respect.

- There's a monster in Tommy's house?

- And it eats toys.

- See, guys? I was right to be a-scared.

- We gotsta get it out.

- But your grandpa said the monster is staying.

- And let it keep eating our favoritest things?

Not if this baby has anything to do 'bout it.

If we feed the rug monster all this stuff,

it won't be hungry for our toys when it wakes up.

[both grunt]

- Hey, what is my old Debbie Doll doing here?

- We was playing hide and go peek,

and she hided too good.

You were right, Susie. She does keep you up at night.

- Well, chomp away, monster.

- Are you sure, Spikey?

[toy squeaks] [Spike whimpering]

both: He's sure.

[ominous music]

- There it is.

- Aw, it looks so peachful sleeping.

- And I wanna keep it that way.

[all gasp]

[doorbell rings]

- Hey, Deed. Sorry about the time.

I was gonna go to a Procrastinators' Club meeting,

but then I was like, "Eh, later."

I hope the kids weren't too much trouble.

- Ah, they've been little angels.

I'm just sorry to break up the fun.

- No worries.

They'll be back tomorrow, bright and early.

Well, early-ish.

- Bye for now.

- Uh-oh--it's just you and me now, Tommy.

What if we can't do this?

- We gots to try, Chuckie.

If that thing went after Teddy, no one's safe.

Who's next? Reptar?

- Tommy, time for your diaper change.

- No! Don't leave me!

I can't do this alone! I'm just one baby!

- You gots to, Chuckie. It's now or ever.

♪ ♪

- [groaning]

[grunts]

[Grandpa humming]

- Oh, what do we got here?

Kibble. Spike!

In my day, we didn't waste perfectly good dog food.

Nothing Old Bertha can't handle.

[vacuum whirring]

[machinery grinding]

[motor winds down]

No!

- Huh? - What?

- Are you okay?

- Bertha.

Oh, this can't be the end.

After all we've been through.

All the messes we've cleaned up.

- We're so sorry, Pop. Oh.

- We know how much that vacuum meant to you.

- [gasps] Chuckie, you did it!

You stoppeded the rug monster all by yourself.

- I did? Hey, I did.

- I've already got a cute robo-vacuum

in my online shopping cart.

And some googly eyes to decorate it.

Not that anything can replace dear Bertha.

- Darn right. She's just got heartburn.

Nothing a splash of cider vinegar

or a pair of pliers can't fix.

- [chuckles] - Come on, Stu.

- Oh.

- The rug monster put up a fight,

but Chuckie pushed and pushed, and the rest is histamine.

- You weren't a-scared?

- Nope. I was surprised too.

[gasps] Hey!

Maybe there are other things I'm not a-scared of anymore.

- Only one way to find out.

We'll start with jiggly fruit.

- But it's so jiggly.

[quirky music]

♪ ♪

Hey, I've been missing out.

[grunts]

[both cheer] - Did you see that?

I'm not afraid of high-up anymore.

Whoa! Look how fast I'm riding!

[laughter]

- Hey, Chuckie, what are you doing up there?

- Want me to get the air mattress?

- Naw, watch this.

[laughs] Guys!

My scaredy kid days are over!

- Oh, bingo. Found the troublemaker.

- No way. This sucked up that?

- Well, Bertha's always had a healthy appetite.

[Toy squeaks] [Spike whimpers]

There. Good as ever.

- You know, Pop, while we're here,

why don't you let me give Bertha an upgrade?

- This isn't some trick to turn it into one of those

Robo things with the googly eyes, is it?

- Not at all. You'll barely notice.

We'll just tinker a little,

swap out a few parts, improve power.

- Son, ya had me at tinkering.

- And now, for the biggest test of all,

I'm gonna slide like no baby's ever slided before.

No hands, no glasses, and backwards.

But Chuckie, you could get hurt!

- No, I won't.

Like you said, Tommy, it's now or ever.

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- Well, here's the outboard motor you were looking for.

I'll put Trixie's Folly in dry-dock for the season.

- Great--once we swap out the motors,

you'll be able to start it with this.

Yah! - Cordless. I like it.

Remember my old ATV? If we added those wheels...

- Vacuum mobility will increase tenfold!

- I'll be right back. Don't tinker without me.

[welder crackling]

- Okay, Chuckie, we're ready when you are.

I hope.

- Ready.

- On your spark, get set--

- Old Bertha is back.

- And she's bigger and better than ever!

- What on Earth? - Huh?

We made a few improvements.

You said you wanted a new vacuum.

- Yes, one of those little Robo ones.

How are you even gonna get that in the house?

- Way ahead of you, Deed.

[both grunting]

- Now all we need is a little muscle.

- Oops, forgot the ramp support.

- Stu, no, wait.

Ye-ow! Ow, ow, ow! - I'll get the first aid kit.

[ominous music]

[all yell]

- [yelling]

[motor rumbles to life]

[lively banjo music]

♪ ♪

- Whoa, Chuckie's going bare back.

Ride 'em, Chuckie!

- Set a record!

- Hang on, Chuckie!

- He can't stop!

- I gotta get off of this.

- I'll save you, Chuckie.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- No, no, no, no!

- Easy. Easy. Oh, oh. Ah.

Ah! - Good Gwyneth.

No, no, no, babies.

Let's stay away from the big bad vacuum, hmm?

- You'll never guess where I had to go to find--

what happened?

- We went too far.

Old Bertha still had plenty of pep in her step,

but we just had to start tinkering.

- But Pop-- - Let him grieve.

- [sighs] Well, come on, Bertha.

It's time to go to the big shag rug in the sky.

You'll be sucking up angel crumbs now.

- Thank you. - Anything for you, Deed.

[gentle music]

- Thank you for saving me, Tommy.

I guess deep down, I'll always be a scaredy baby.

- Yeah, but you're Chuckie.

You're the bestest scaredy baby there is.

- Really? Aw, thanks.

Ah!

[laughter]

[quirky music]

- Everybody ready to go where no baby's gone afore?

- You mean the back yard?

- No, into the jungle on a wild aminal adventure.

[Spike whines]

- I hope it looks a lot like the back yard.

[Spike barking]

- Outta Reptar Puffs. Be right back.

- I'll go with you.

[whispering] So he don't eat them 'em all.

- We're gonna need some juice boxes.

- I better go potty.

Jungle adventure makes me nervous.

- Hmm, I guess everybody

forgetted something 'cept for us,

right, Teddy?

Teddy? Teddy?

Where could he be? I just had him.

- I found this.

- Ooh, a jelly bean.

Extra fuzz.

- Guys, we're looking for Teddy.

- Maybe Teddy left.

Maybe he wasn't happy here.

Did I miss the signs?

- We'll find him, Tommy.

Teddy bears don't just walk away.

Do they?

'Cause that would be a whole new thing to worry about.

- Of all the times for them to go missing.

Stu, Didi, Plum Corduroy's in town tonight,

and I can't find my lucky concert pants.

- How lucky can they really be, then?

- This is no joke, son.

I've worn those pants to every Plum Corduroy concert

since 1970, and suddenly they're gone.

- They must be up in your closet.

It's not like they could get up and walk away, right?

- They probably could.

I haven't washed them since the day I got them.

They must be up in my closet.

- Didn't I just say that?

[chair scraping]

- Hey, cut the racket, will you?

I'm working from home today.

- Sorry, Angelica, I'm looking for Teddy.

He went missing.

[mischievous music]

- Oh, Tommy, you indolent newborn.

Teddies don't go missing.

Someone makes them go missing. See?

Those droolers over there look suspicious.

Also, just plain gross.

- But they're my friends. They wouldn't take Teddy.

- Or maybe that's what they want you to think.

How well do you actually know those "friends"?

- Uh, I'm pretty sure I know them since I was a baby.

- Mm-hmm.

- And I'm still a baby.

[gasps] I hardly know them at all.

- Right. Who can you really trust?

Luckily, you got me. I'm on the case.

Angelica C. Pickles, perfessional detective.

My card.

My fee is two oatmeal cookies per day plus expenses.

Thank you all for coming today.

My client, Tommy Pickles, has a missing bear.

Take a good look at this sketch

I made from Tommy's inscription.

- Aw, it looks just like him.

- She really captured Teddy's eyes.

- That new crayon sharpener really makes a difference.

All right, pay attention, this is official investigation.

Let's look at the flax.

You were all together, playing one of your dumb baby games,

then you all decided to go back into the house.

'Cept for Tommy.

- Yeah. - True.

- We did. - That's a flax.

- And next thing you know, Teddy's gone missing.

Draw your own contusions.

[all gasp]

That's right.

You're all suspects. [all gasp]

Just go back to your regular baby business,

but nobody leave the house.

- That's easy--we can't reach the front doorknob.

[inquisitive music]

- Carmichael, I got some questions for you.

- But I'm just getting to the good part in my book.

- I know that book. There is no good part.

Pigs just keeping making the same mistakes.

Now, word is you went in the house for a juice box.

What do you remember?

Tell me everything. Keep track of Susie's story.

- Like I said, I came into the house.

We're gonna need some juice boxes.

I saw something purple, and I heard the Cynthia song.

- Aha! Did you get all that, Tommy?

- I think so. - Kay, are we done?

I'd like to go finish my story.

- We're done. For now.

Spoiler alert, all the houses fall down.

♪ ♪

Phil, Lil, tell us in your own baby words,

why you went back in the house today.

- To get more Reptar Puffs.

- And to see what my face looked like

in the mirror when I do this.

- Looks zactly like this.

- All right, all right, I got a missing bear to find.

Spill it.

- We was going to the kitchen,

and then we see'd something brown,

and then we heard a noise.

- It was prolly a ghost. Or, hey, a beetle.

- Huh?

- Hi, little beetle. What's your name?

- Gotta watch out for bugs in this business.

Did you get all that? - Noisy and brown. Got it.

♪ ♪

- Ah! - There you are, Chuckie.

- You got me. I did it. [sobbing]

- [gasps] You took Teddy?

-Uh, well, no,

but I'm not good with pressure.

I come from a long line of proud but scared Finsters.

- [groans] He's useless.

Get him some water.

Now close your eyes and think hard about earlier.

- Uh huh. - Tell us what you see.

- Nothing. My eyes are closed.

- [groans]

- Oh, I had to go potty real bad,

so it's kinda a blur.

Then I saw a brown blob.

And there was a click-clackety sound

and something purple and something red.

Then I heard Tommy.

- Teddy? Teddy?

- Now that I a'member, I just wanna forget.

- Get everyone together in the living room.

I cracked the case.

- Pop, I never understood.

What makes that one pair of pants so lucky?

- I was wearing them the night

of my first Plum Corduroy concert.

I lost my ticket at the gate,

but a buddy of mine showed up with an extra one.

- Okay, that was lucky, I guess.

- That's not the lucky part.

Sitting behind me was Trixie, the love of my life.

I met her that night.

- Aw, Pop. - Found 'em!

Must've gotten mixed into the laundry.

But now they're clean and ready to wear.

- No! You washed out all the luck!

- Pop, the pants weren't lucky, you were.

Besides, Mom didn't even like these pants.

She once told me all she noticed that night

was your gorgeous long hair.

- Oh. [chuckles]

She-she did, huh?

All right, regular old pants.

Let's rock and roll.

♪ The sun in the sky... ♪

- Teddy had no known enemies, and yet, he disappeared.

How? Why?

These are the questions that have played on my mind

since I first took this case on well over half an hour ago.

And now, genius detective

Angelica C. Pickles has the answer.

Tommy? The board.

Here's how it went down.

This purple cow came outta nowhere,

bringing along the brown moose.

No one saw them coming.

They got on a train that went click-clack

where a red cat was singing the Cynthia song

and sneaked into Tommy's house and took Teddy.

And the rest is mystery. Case closed.

- Why didn't we think of that?

- It's always the purple cow.

- But Angelica, if we solveded the mystery, where's Teddy?

- Yeah! - We want the tooth!

- Tell us. - Where's Teddy?

- I'm not esplaining it again.

If you babies think you're so smart, which you're not,

then you figure it out, which you won't.

- Guys, why don't we follow that green dust?

Uh, it goes back inside.

[all grunt] - Ha!

Told you you lumpy lump heads would never solve the case.

- Unless we already did.

Something purple and the Cynthia song...

- Angelica has a purple dress.

- And she sings the Cynthia song.

- And she likes to take stuff.

- [stammers] You think it was me? Me?

Sure, I have a purple dress, who doesn't?

And lots of people like that song.

- Nobody likes those things

like you like those things, Angelica.

- Look, I may yell at you, I may boss you around

or take a bite of your cookie when you're not looking

or dig up a bunch a ants

and put them on your heads when you're taking a nap...

- 'Splains so much. - I knew it.

- But there's one thing I wouldn't do.

Take a dumb old bear.

Only someone horrible and despicable

would take a teddy from a kid.

[Didi humming]

- ♪ She's Cynthia ♪

Angelica, your dolly's song is so cute.

I can't stop singing it. Here, sweetie.

Teddy is all washed, clean, and ready to play again.

[humming]

- Teddy, you're back!

- So your mommy was singing the Cynthia song, not Angelica.

And her shoes made that click-clack sound.

- They were the brown thing.

- And Teddy must have had green Reptar Puffs on him,

so my mommy put him in the Washington machine.

- But what was the purple thing?

[Stu vocalizing]

[all gasp]

- Why, thank you, sprouts.

Hey, if you like these,

wait till you see my lucky fringed vest.

[quirky music]

♪ ♪

- Klasky Csupo.