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[drumroll]

[cheerful electronic music]

* *

- [laughs]

- [whimpering]

Uh! Wah!

* *

- [exclaims] [frog ribbits]

[frog croaking]

- [laughing]

- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

* *

[car horn honks]

[toy meows]

- Ta-da!

- Aah! Ugh.

- [chuckles] [whistles]

- Whoa! Aah!

- [chuckles] - Aww.

* *

[upbeat music]

- It's plain old gone, that's for sure.

- But what happened to it?

- Must have falled off.

- Noses don't just fall off, Phillip.

- That's what they want you to think.

- Hey, sprouts.

Oh, Jerome the Gnome.

I forgot I knocked you over with the leaf blower last week

and never did find your nose.

Into the fix-it box.

- [giggles]

- I know.

What if we make Jerome the Gnome a new nose?

We can surprise my grandpa.

[cheering]

- [giggles]

- Dilly likes the idea too.

Let's take him to my mommy's sheeps-head

and get fixing stuffs.

- Good plan, Tommy.

* *

- [sniffing, whines]

[barking]

- Hey, kiddos. - [pants happily]

- Mornin'.

In honor of National Gooseberry Month,

I've made us some smoothies.

- Mmm.

[spits] Oh, sorry.

I might have to build up to that gooseberry tartness.

- That's why it's a month, Deed.

Wow, did you make all these baby sweaters?

- To be fair, I started knitting some of them

before I even had kids.

- You are so creative.

- [sips]

Ooh, yeah, a little sour.

- I just wish I could find a way

to bring my arts and crafts to more people.

- Well, why don't I upload a sweet video

of Dil wearing this on my KlickKlack?

Though you might want to wash it first.

- Oh, Dil outgrew that sweater before I even finished.

[chuckles] At this rate,

he's going to be bigger than Tommy any day now.

- Then who's gonna be the big brother around here, huh?

- [chuckles]

- [giggles]

- Dil's gonna get biggerer than me?

- Wait a second.

If Dil grows into the bigger brother,

then he'll be--

- Tommy.

[tense music]

- That's ridiculous, Phillip.

Or is it?

- I guess me and Dil are just gonna swap.

I had a good run, but now it's time for my betiredment.

It's okay.

I'll be the little brother, and Dil will be,

um, me.

- So Dil's the new Tommy?

- Yep.

I guess it's time to pass this on.

- [giggles]

- Conflabulations, Dil.

Take good care of it.

- [babbling]

- Dil's got some pretty big diapies to fill

to be you, Tommy.

- He'll figure it out.

Give him a chance.

- [gasps] Okay, Dil.

How do we get it into the sheeps-head

without your grandpa seeing?

- [babbling]

- Sorry, didn't quite catch that.

- I'm not in charge a' things anymores

but it sounded like Dil said we should go round

the back of the sheeps-head and sneak Jerome the Gnome in.

- That's his very first idea?

- He's a natural-bored leader.

- Let's get going.

[bright music]

* *

- How about talking these up on your live stream?

You could reach a whole new generation

of scrunchie-wearers.

Oops. - [chuckles]

They were fun to make.

- Nope, nope, hold on.

- Think scrunchies are in style?

Mm-mm, think again.

- Wow, who knew this stuff was so volatile?

[both sigh]

[both wince]

[Dil babbling]

* *

- Tommy, aren't we kinda taking the long way?

When you used to lead us,

we'd walk right across the yard.

[sighs] Good times.

- They were, Chuckie.

But Dil's learning.

- [humming] - See?

Dil's making sure we don't ruin the surprise.

Hide.

- [humming]

- Good one, Dil.

- [burps]

- You're welcome.

Is it me or is Dil gettin' easier to unnerstand?

- [farts] - [chuckles]

And tells such funny jokes.

[both laugh]

- You were right, Dil does make a good Tommy.

- I thought the old Tommy made a pretty good Tommy.

- [humming]

- [giggles]

all: Whoa!

We're almost there.

Why are we stopping?

- Dil has his reasons.

- Yeah, he doesn't rush us.

- He lets us stop and smell the toeses.

[both sniffing]

Whoa! [farts]

[both chuckling]

- You know, back when I was the Tommy,

maybe I made it too much about the mission

and not enough about enjoying the journey.

[sniffs] Whoa!

Oh, I can get used to this.

- [babbling] - And we're moving.

- [babbling]

[laughing]

- How we gonna get inside, Dil?

- [babbling]

- What's that?

Bust down the door?

- Wait, what if Grandpa sees?

Uh, um, not my place to say.

Dil knows what he's doing. - Nope!

- He has changed his mind.

- [babbling]

Aah!

- He's saying, "Go that way."

No. Oh. - [babbles]

- Go this way? - Aah!

- Both ways? - [laughs]

- Um, I think he wants us to go under the sheeps-head.

- Uh, that's not such a good idea.

I'm pretty sure Jerome the Gnome is scared of the dark.

- I like dirt as much as the next baby,

but there's a lot of dirt under there.

- How we gonna get through, Dil?

- [babbling]

- Not an answer.

- Sure, it is, Chuckie.

He's telling us, uh, maybe that going underneath

is such a wrong and terrible idea that it just might work.

Let's give it a try.

- [blows raspberry]

- Isn't Dil coming?

He's s'posed to lead us.

- Uh, that was the old way a' doing things.

Dilly's got brand-new ideas.

We hasta trust him.

- You never stayed behind, Tommy.

But if you say so.

I mean, how dark can it be?

Uh, oh.

Why do I even ask questions like that?

- Shh, I'm tryin' to hear Dil tell us which way to go.

- [babbling] - Never mind. He said this way.

- No, he said that way, Phillip.

- I think he said we should be going over here.

- I believe you're both wrong.

He obviously wants us to do this!

[dramatic music]

[both grunting]

- Now he's stuck.

- He's not, Lillian.

He just can't move.

[gasps] Oh.

- At least things can't get worse, right?

- Possum. [possum sniffs]

[all screaming]

- Oh, Chuckie, you never learn.

[possum chittering]

[sniffing]

- What should we do now, Dil?

- [babbling] - Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, interesting.

Um, you got any other ideas?

- S'cuse us for a second.

- [babbling] [blows raspberries]

[laughs]

[Chuckie whispers indistinctly]

- Well, I don't know.

- You got that right.

[all whispering indistinctly]

- So we've come to a confusion.

Dil is not working out as the Tommy.

Sorry, Dil, nothing personal.

- [giggles]

- It's just that you have no idea what you're doing.

- [laughs]

- You're taking this well, buddy.

[scoffs] Shoulda told him sooner.

- Will you do it?

Be the Tommy again?

Well, at least until Dil gets bigger?

- Oh, I don't know, Susie.

I wasn't especting to come back.

Are you okay with that, Dil?

- [babbling]

- [chuckles] He said yes!

Let's go get Jerome the Gnome a new nose!

[cheering]

Okay, first we need to, um, uh--

[adventurous music]

Go up!

* *

[floorboards rattle]

floor creaks]

[all grunting]

Now we just gotsta find a new nose.

And I know 'zactly what we need.

* *

- [barks curiously]

[sniffs, whines]

- Huh?

[chuckles] Hey.

- I guess I'll figure this out some other time.

- Don't worry, Deed.

You'll find a way to bring your unique talents

to the world, like I do with my smoothies.

- Oh, Betty, you always know the right thing to say.

Mm, still a bit tart.

- Didi, I keep forgetting to tell you,

we have an opening at the senior center

for an arts and crafts facilitator.

And you would be perfect.

Now, I know you like doing your own thing, but you--

- She'll take it! - I'll take it!

- Yep, when I saw Jerome the Gnome just now,

I knew you were the person for the job.

I'll go call 'em. [whistles]

- Pop thinks the gnome speaks to him.

- Your grandpa was sure happy

about Jerome the Gnome's new nose.

Nice to be back, huh, Tommy?

- [babbles] - It does feel good, Susie.

It feels right.

Uh, but maybe I'll do things a little differenter

this time around.

Maybe I'll take things slower,

take time to stop and smell the toeses.

- Really?

- Nah, prolly not.

I gotta be me.

- [babbling]

- What's that, Dilly?

[indistinct chatter]

- [sighs]

- Lift with your knees, not your back.

And maybe--

- [exhales] Set it down a sec.

- [gasps] Yeah.

That's a lot of stairs.

- Thanks for the last-minute playdate, Didi.

What respectable Cynthia Emporium sells out

of accessories by 10:00 a.m.?

And what have we here?

- Oh, it's something for the boys' room.

- [chuckles] A Danish post-mid-century modern

bookcase-cubby combo, I'd say.

You and Begley play nicely

while Mommy rolls up her sleeves

and creates a masterpiece.

- Sure, Mommy.

- Far corner. Less drooly.

[light music]

- Ah. [chuckles]

- Did Charlotte just get giddy?

- Whoa!

Is that a new spinny toy?

- Oh, Tommy, this is a limited edition

1985 Fly-Girl Cynthia Breakdancing Playset,

as featured in the movie "Break-Dolls" from that era.

- You getting any of this?

- It means it's for growed-up kids only.

So scoot.

[upbeat music playing]

* *

- Oh. - Whoa.

- And that is how it's done.

Your turn, Begley.

- Oh, no, thank you.

- But she's gotta dance.

What kind of life does she have living inside that box?

- A safe one.

Even one minute out in the open could lead to disaster!

- I do all kinds of stuff with my Cynthia and she's fine.

As these babies are my witlesses,

I won't let anything happen to your perfect Cynthia.

- [sighs]

You've worn me down.

- See? I'm being so careful.

[toy clicks]

[upbeat music playing]

- Look at her twirlin'. [gasps]

I never knew my Cynthia had a need for speed.

- Looks like she wants to go faster.

- Wait! Wait!

[upbeat music intensifies, stops]

No!

- Okay, nobody panic.

First of all, let's not be mad at Cynthia for this.

She didn't know any better.

- You said nothing would happen.

[gasps] This is nothin'?

Oh, sweet misery of life, she's ruined!

- She can't be.

I can fix this.

Susie, fix this.

- How did I get to be a part of this?

- Your mommy's a doctor.

You must know doctor stuff.

- I did once put the head back on Tommy's astronaut doll.

- And it doesn't even wiggle.

- See? Susie's practically a brain sturgeon.

How hard can a leg be?

Not hard, right?

- Hmm.

We have to get to the doll hospital, spat!

- [sobs] I'm putting my Cynthia into your hands

on Angelica's word alone.

This is your last chance to keep my trust.

If something were to go wrong,

I am not sure I'd have the moxie

for any more get-togethers between our Cynthias.

[whimpers]

[fast-paced futuristic music]

[siren wails]

* *

- [gasps] There she is.

We love you, Cynthia. - [neighs]

- Get better!

- Hooves behind the line.

Nothing to see here, folks.

Back it up. Back it up.

- Will she ever sing again?

* *

- I cannot bear to see Cynthia lying there

on a cold steel table.

Go, make sure my Cynthia comes back in boxed condition.

- Don't worry, the President of Hospital Waiting Rooms

will stay with you.

- Gotta move, people.

- [sighs]

- Waiting can be rough.

Jazzberry gummy?

- Nurse Phil, Nurse Lil,

get Cynthia hooked up and check her vital signs.

Angelica, wait here.

- Stable and a' awesome dancer.

- We got some questions for our patient.

Name? Age?

- It's Cynthia!

And just put down grown-up.

- Favorite dessert?

- You're wasting time!

- You can skip ahead.

Any knowed allergies to the color pink,

fuzzy slippers, or sprinkles?

She's all yours, Doctor Susie.

- That leg's off, all right.

Leg-attacher.

- Colby Clay? Hasty Paste?

- Keep looking.

- Just snap it back

on like Tommy's bubble-headed astronaut.

[radio static crinkles]

- Code problem. Repeat, code problem.

Report immediately.

- I was just trying to help.

- Come on, Angelica,

we can do this the easy way or the peasy way.

[horses neighing worriedly]

- [sighs]

Oh, how could I have been so reckless?

- Now you've got the choice of 'a octopus

wearing a squishy hat

or a shark missing a' eye.

You'd think a doll hospital

would have better comfort items.

- [gasps] It's over?

How is she? Is her leg okay?

[gasps] Did someone brush her hair?

- Begley, Begley, these things take time.

They're still operating.

You don't want them to put her leg on backwards, do you?

Uh, which would never happen.

They're trained processionals.

- Why are you out here?

If it weren't for my delicate constitution,

I'd be in there myself!

- How 'bout I go get us some snacks?

- Okay, so I got kicked out

on accounta I was being too helpful.

- The only help you need to provide

is watching over Cynthia.

Our friendship hangs in the balance like

a teeter-totter on a windy day.

Do you even care?

- Of course, I do!

That's why I've got a plan to get back in.

Whoa! - Aah!

- Watch where you're going, Finster!

Ooh, cheesy ranch.

[tense music]

- [babbles]

- These instructions are in pictogram.

You're a doctor. Can you read this?

- Is the stick figure doing a handstand?

That can't be required, right?

- [scoffs] Instructions are for followers.

- UH, isn't following the goal when you're building shelves?

- Oh, Didi, I'll have this assembled in no time.

I just need to find the--

aha, I see you, isosceles triangle.

* *

- I need to take these into the operating room.

- Sorry, Dr. Susie said no visitors.

- Shows what you know.

Balloons are necessary medical thingies.

- Oh, in that case, let me get the door for you.

[machines beeping]

- Dr. Susie, her glitter levels are falling.

- Check to see if her feet are still pointy.

And do all her accessories match her outfit?

Something's causing those beeps, people.

- Oh, yeah, personal alarm.

Time to feed Rupert.

- Yup.

[Rupert croaks]

- Just put her leg back on already.

- Security, we got another situation here.

- [snoring]

- Oh, why can't they get new reading material

in waiting rooms? - [whinnies]

- And not one color kept inside the lines.

Mm-mm.

* *

I should never have unboxed Cynthia.

Nay, I should have never agreed to another playdate.

None of this would have ever happened.

[somber electronic music]

* *

- Thanks, nursers.

Okay, let's go.

Duct tape.

Too tapey.

Scrunchie?

I need more supplies.

Nurse Phil, Nurse Lil, Nurse Who Looks Like Angelica--

what are you doing?

Frosting never fixed anything. - [groaning]

Aah! - Angelica!

[thunk]

- Um, I'll take that frosting now.

- I'm callin' it.

This doll is unfixable.

Angelica, tell Begley that you kept coming in here

and messed things up.

- I can't.

He'll never talk to me again, let alone play with me.

Please don't give up, Dr. Susie.

- Okay, but I gotta get her to a specialist.

[engines whirring]

- Charlotte, this is amazing.

And I guess we don't need my crafter's hot glue.

- Crafter, how cute.

- Sweetie, what happened?

Looks like a clean break.

Didi, hot glue, stat.

[light music]

- Good news.

We fixed Cynthia.

- I know what you're thinking, Begley.

I'll go ask my mommy to get you a new Cynthia

and cancel our next playdate.

- Angelica, wait.

[sighs]

She may not be box-condition,

but she is my Cynthia.

I have so many precious memories with her

that I wouldn't trade for an entire gaggle

of factory-new Cynthias.

I reckon both you and I learned something today.

- Then let's see how fast she can really spin!

- She should rest for a couple of days.

- Mm-mm-mm, sorry, doctor's orders.

[sweet music]