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[drumroll]

[cheerful electronic music]

♪ ♪

- [laughs]

- [whimpering]

Uh! Wah!

♪ ♪

- [exclaims] [frog ribbits]

[frog croaks]

- [laughing]

- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

♪ ♪

[car horn honks]

[toy meows]

- Ta-da!

- Ah! - Ugh.

- [chuckles] [whistles]

- Whoa! Ah!

- [chuckles] - Aww.

♪ ♪

- It's my long lost twin, Pirate Cynthia.

Where have you been?

- Sailing the world in search of gold doubloons

and fresh oysters.

Whew, that sun is fierce today.

I better put Pirate Cynthia back down with the collection.

- You know, my Cynthia would sure like

to meet all your Cynthias.

- I do believe you are ready.

- Whee!

Hi, Begley's Nana.

I finally get to play with the Cynthia collection.

- Not play, admire with our eyes.

- [laughs] Have fun, kids!

- [gasps]

- Please exhale away from the boxes.

Moisture is the number one threat to doll hair.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Wow.

French Revolution Cynthia.

Snake Breeder Cynthia.

[gasps] Frozen Yogurt Flavor Tester Cynthia!

What's this one, Invisible Cynthia?

- That lonely space belonged to Homemaker Cynthia.

But sadly, she ran away a long time ago.

- Ran away?

- That's what Nana Calamine told me,

though sometimes I swear I can hear

her singing late at night.

It sounds like-- [wails]

- OK, that's just weird.

Look, Begley, dolls don't come to life

and they don't sing like that.

[eerie singing]

- You were saying?

That's not a doll.

It sounds like a ghost.

Unless it's a--

both: Doll's ghost?

[eerie singing]

- Afternoon, Calamine.

Nice to see somebody reading a book for a change.

What you got there?

- "Manual for the Liquidator High-Performance

50-Gallon Water Heater."

Paperback edition.

- What a coincidence!

I've brought just the tools for fixing

a liquidator high-performance 50-gallon water heater.

- Oh, I appreciate you coming over

on such short notice, Lou.

All I really need is--

- Uh, uh, uh, show me the way.

- [mumbles]

- It looks like Tommy wants to help.

- I bet the boys would have more

fun with Angelica and Begley.

- It must be Homemaker Cynthia's

ghost I've been hearing!

But someone needs to go check for sure.

- Don't look at me!

I mean, there's got to be somebody

willing to look for a ghost.

- Hi, Angelica.

- Hello.

- Well, well, well, just the diaper heads I want to see.

[whispers] Watch and learn.

So me and Begley have been sorting

through toys in his basement,

because we're giving them away to, uh--

- Toys for Santa!

- 'Zackley.

Santa is always giving toys to kids,

but nobody ever thinks to give him anything.

Before we pack 'em all up, why don't you two pick out

a couple for yourselves?

- Gee, thanks, Angelica.

- Yeah, that's really nice of you.

[stairs creaking]

Wait.

Nothing bad is going to happen to us down there, is it?

- Finster, what could possibly happen

to you in a dark basement?

- Eaten by spiders, basement clowns, bottomless pit.

- Boys, keep your eyes on the prize.

Think of all the wonderful toys awaitin' you down there.

Oh, and if you see a Homemaker Cynthia doll,

would you be kind enough to note where I left her?

- Also, if you hear any noises, it's probably

not a ghost or anything.

- [grunting]

- You know, Lou, I might opt for a different tool

right there.

- Don't worry.

I've got a strategy.

This is a game of chess between me and the heater.

- In that case, how about some sweet tea?

And I believe I have lemon squares baking in the oven.

- [whining]

- Oop, no.

Sorry, kiddo, not a toy.

Try this instead.

[toys squeaks]

- Angelica!

Guess what.

There's a bunch of dolls who look just like Cynthia.

- We already know about those.

Keep going.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[both whimpering]

- Proceed with caution, Junior Builder!

- [gasps]

- You broke it.

Santa is gonna be so upset.

- There's another one inside.

- Oh, phew.

What are the chances of that?

No! Now I broke it.

No!

Tommy, look!

[laughter]

- Toys for Santa is serious.

Stop goofing around!

both: Sorry, Angelica!

- [grunts] Oh.

Ah, the lemon squares.

An old family recipe, I presume?

- Something like that.

- [giggles]

- I underestimated my opponent here.

Forgot to play defense.

- My fault. I just assumed you'd shut off the water.

Why don't you partake of a lemon square

while I take a look?

- [gags]

[whistling]

- There can't be another, can there?

- [laughs]

- And to think I trusted you two to be down here

finding a toy. - --finding a ghost.

- But Angelica, you said there weren't

any ghosts in the basement.

- I said "prolly."

- Is that who these scary people are?

- That's my great-grandpappy Beau,

and my great-great Grandmama Maypop,

and my great-great-great Uncle Cletus.

- Yeah, I'm sure they were all terrific people.

Can we move on?

- Who is this guy on a horsie?

[clatters, crash]

- [gasps]

- [gasps] This is Homemaker Cynthia's box.

I can tell by her mid-century vacuum cleaner.

She really did run away.

- And now she's a ghost.

[eerie singing]

- There she is!

- Maybe we could run away.

[squirrel chittering]

- Almost there.

Hmm. Not hungry, Lou?

- Huh?

Oh.

Well, you know the thing about old family recipes.

Sometimes they're a bit specific.

- [laughs] It's all right.

They're from the freezer case.

Home repair is more my forte.

Pass me the socket wrench, please.

- Sure thing.

And that would be this.

- Firstly, we hold hands.

- [whispers] Will the ghost be able to see me?

- Behind black taffeta? Not likely.

Now, everyone, close your eyes.

Ghost of Homemaker Cynthia,

knock twice if you can hear me!

[loud boom]

- Ha, this should do the trick.

- Ooh, now knock three times if you're ready to communicate.

- Wait, we don't really have to find her today.

[loud booms]

- Ah!

I'm not gonna back there by myself!

- Ah!

Ahh!

Oh!

[gasps]

Ah!

[panting]

Ahh!

- Gracious, Angelica, take a breath.

Why are you so upset?

- I-- I don't want my best friend to think I'm scared.

Uh-oh.

- [whispers] What did you say?

- Nothing.

[eerie singing]

[pigeon cooing]

- Ah!

Guys, I founded something!

- Everyone OK in there?

- Oh, it's my old karaoke machine.

Testing. Testing.

It must have gotten turned on somehow.

Believe it or not, Lou, I was quite

the songbird back in the day.

- Oh, I believe it.

How about I whip up a batch of cookies

while you find some new batteries for this thing?

[machine beeps]

- Hey, what's that?

- [gasps] Homemaker Cynthia.

She's been here all along.

In an old box?

- I'm sorry, darling.

I hid that doll ages ago.

When I was a little girl, well, this was pretty much

the only Cynthia available.

I-- I guess I just wished she had more options.

- But, Nana, doesn't she deserve to take her place

amongst the other Cynthias?

- You're absolutely right.

In fact, she paved their way.

That reminds me of a song.

[light music]

You know, none of us should hide our talents in a box.

♪ Keep your VIP passes and your fancy sunglasses ♪

♪ I don't care about that ♪

♪ I don't care about that ♪

♪ Don't want to ride in your car or try imported caviar ♪

♪ I don't care about that ♪

♪ I don't care about that ♪

♪ ♪

- You know, it is quite thrilling

to play with a Cynthia out of her box.

- What was that? - Uh, nothing.

I said nothing.

- It's OK, Begley.

We all say things in the moment that--

like, back in the basement, uh, I didn't really mean--

- Oh, it's only a playdate, Angelica.

We don't have to call it more than that.

♪ I like on my own ♪

[accordion music]

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

- Oh, Chas, this is wonderful.

Reminds me of my favorite café in Paris.

- Café au lait for Mademoiselle.

Decaf avec soy milk for Monsieur--

for Chas.

- Thanks, Betty.

I'm lactose intolerant.

I can't handle caffeine after noon.

- [chuckles] - Too much information?

- I think you're gonna love this place, Kimi.

The owner is Phil and Lil's mom, so I kind of have an in.

And wait till you see our drinks.

- Your usual, Chuckie, peppermint hot chocolate

with whipped cream and a cookie on top.

And for Kimi, steamed milk.

- I don't get it, Kimi, why would

you want plain milk with no flavor

when you could have all this?

- Milk has a flavor already.

It tastes like milk.

[slurps]

- Um, well, to each his bone, I guess.

[slurps]

Ah.

- [slurps]

- [slurps]

- [slurps]

- Uh, I-- I saw a butterfly today.

- Really?

What kind?

Was it a Monarch or a Tiger Swallowtail?

- Um,

- Or a Painted Lady or a Red Admiral?

- Uh, I--

I don't know.

Maybe it was blue, or red, or something.

It-- uh--

[whimpers] Help.

- Time to go, kids.

[both sigh]

- This was so nice, Chas.

We should get together again sometime?

- Yeah.

[chuckles] How about tomorrow?

- She likes me, Stu.

She really likes me.

- Awesome.

How are the kids getting along?

- It was a nightmare.

I just don't know what to say to her.

- Well, then maybe you have to find something

you can do with her like--

like me and Dil with the paci.

- Kimi, doesn't have a "paciflyer."

Oh, Tommy, I don't know anything about big kids.

- Sure you do, Chuckie.

What about Angelica?

[dog barking]

[indistinct chatter]

- Angelica, could I talk to you?

- If it's about your backpack,

I have no idea how that grape juice

stain could have gotten on it.

- Oh, don't worry, I came to ask your advice.

- [snorts] Well, it's about time.

Come on.

You can pump on your own, Cynthia.

Legs out, legs in.

- I want to talk to you about Chuckie.

- Finster?

Why would anybody want to talk about that scaredy-cat?

- Well, his daddy likes to spend time with my mama.

So Chuckie and I are together, a lot,

and we have nothing to talk about.

- Of course you don't.

We're big kids.

We have lives.

My advice-- go right for the toys,

preferably a shiny new one, never played with.

- I think I have just the one.

I'm so glad I can come to you with these questions.

No one knows babies like you do.

- [groans]

[laid-back music]

♪ ♪

- "Love can never walk, or drive, or take the bus.

Love must always fly."

- "Love can't take the bus."

That's beautiful.

By total coincidence...

[whispers] I have something in my eye.

- Oh, let me see if I can get it.

- Ah!

- Oh!

- Sorry, mister!

Really, lady?

- Chuckie, I brought a new game for us to play.

- [cackling]

- Ah!

I'm gonna have nightmares!

I mean, how nice, Kimi.

I don't know, it looks like kind of a big kid's game.

- I think you can handle it.

Here, I'll show you.

- Oh, no, it went in the hole.

It's gone to the clown.

- It's supposed to do that.

Why don't you try?

- [whimpers]

- [cackling]

- [whimpers]

Ah!

- You can do it!

- What do you think you're doing messing

with other kids' games?

Some people have no manners!

- [sighs] I guess this was too much of a big kid game.

Sorry.

- It's OK.

We could play Reptar.

- How do you play?

- Uh, you just have Reptar go along like this.

[roars]

- Uh-huh, what's he doing?

- Oh, just going on a mission.

- What kind of mission?

Why does a dinosaur have a spaceship?

Where is he going?

- [roars]

Ugh.

Where is he going?

- Hi, Chuckie.

So how did it go with Kimi?

- Oh, terrible.

Kimi and I have nothing in common.

We're like two chips passing in the night.

We can never be friends.

- Well, just because you're together

all the time doesn't mean you have to be friends.

Look at me and Dil.

Sure, we can play the paci game.

But asides that, we're just roommates.

- [sighs] Finster problems again?

- I just don't understand him.

- [scoffs] Join the club.

- But Angelica, I got to figure out a way for us

to be friends.

- Do you, Kimi?

Do you really?

Look around this place.

I'm here with all these kids every day

and I barely know their names.

Just do like me and keep it professional.

[upbeat music]

- Oh, this will be fun.

Everybody loves ice skating, or do they?

Maybe they won't come.

[gasps] They're here!

- You'll enjoy our play area while your designated adults

are skating.

- [sighs]

- At least there are other kids.

- Attention all those in the Skurgill-Norman party.

Your designated adults are leaving.

- Well, at least there's toys, and games, and stuff.

- Don't forget your toys, and games, and stuff.

[duck quacks] - [whimpers]

- Chas, I have to warn you, I'm not a very good skater.

- Probably better than me.

I haven't done this since I was a teenager,

but I used to be a solid mediocre.

[gasps]

Whoa!

Ah!

Whoo!

both: Ahh-ha-ha!

[laughter]

- Time for couples skate.

All non-couples clear the ice.

Couples only.

- [sobbing] Laura!

Why must everything remind me of you?

- What are you doing?

- I'm just trying to keep the blue stuff

apart from the red stuff apart from the green stuff.

- Is that necessary?

- Oh, very much so.

[phone beeps]

[phone beeps]

- [gasps] Finally, break time.

Longest 2 1/2 hours of my life.

Is that even legal?

- [gasps]

Now, Chuckie, don't be scared.

- Oh, I'm not a'scared.

No more than usual.

This kind of thing happens to me all the time.

I once got stuck in the back of a closet.

- Really?

What kind of closet?

- I am glad you asked that, Kimi.

- It was Tommy's mommy's clothes closet.

And that's an important part of the story.

- What happened?

- Well, the closet door got stuck shut,

and there I was trapped.

It would have been scary, but actually it was more itchy.

You see, the thing about all the clothes

in this closet, which I didn't know at the time,

was that they were all--

- You know, Kira, there was, uh, something

I wanted to ask you tonight.

I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me

sometime alone, just the two of us

without the kids.

- I would love to.

- Oh, that's all right.

I completely understand.

Wait, did you just say you would love to?

[laughter]

Ah!

[laughter]

- Really?

A donut in his sock?

[laughter]

- Barry, you didn't check the snack bar for kids again.

- But Eve, that would have made my shift longer.

[laughter]

- These two are really getting along.

So it is a smooth road ahead for us, huh?

[shrieks]

- [giggles]

- I personally think the kumquat is

a very underappreciated fruit.

- I feel the same way.

- And speaking of the citrus family--

Didi, would you like to join us?

- Oh, I would never want to intrude.

But how was ice skating?

- Special delivery courtesy of Daxton.

- To l'amour.

Laura loves donuts.

[sobs]

- Mmm. - Mmm-mmm.

- Here you go, kids.

- Donuts are the bestest food ever.

- As long as they're not in somebody's sock.

Right, Chuckie?

- [gasps] You remembered!

- It's a long, wonderful story.

- I'd like to hear it.

- Well, it's when I got stuck in your mommy's

clothes closet.

[laughter]

The closet door got stuck shut.

- That's the last time I ever give advice.

- And there I was trapped.

It would have been scary, but actually it was more itchy.

You see, the thing about all those clothes in this closet--