I, Baby/Transcript

Tommy: 10, 11, September, uh, 40.

Ready or snot, here i come!

(Doorbell rings)

Chas: Lucy, thank goodness you're here!

Unless i should have called an ambulance, in which case we're wasting valuable time.

Lucy: Chas, what's the emergency?

Chas: It's my 1st oboe injury.

Oh, i can't even look at it!

Lucy: Sweetie, why don't you go play with Chuckie while i help his daddy's thumb?

Chas: Oh, if only i stuck with bassoon.

What am i saying?

I'd probably drop it on my feet & you'd be examining all 9 of my toes right now.

Lucy: I-- uh--

Chas: That's a story for another time.

(Phil giggles while his head in a basket)

Tommy: I sneaked at you, Phil.

Phil: Aww, how'd you find me?

Lil: Cause you hide there every single time.

Oops. (screams)

Susie: Hide & sneak, my favorite.

Hey, where's Chuckie?

We always find him first.

Tommy: I don't know, i lookeded under the bed, but the dust bunnies musta scareded him off.

(Chuckie falls out of closet)

Tommy: There he is!

Chuckie, you founded yourself!

Phil: You never hided this good afore, Chuckie!

Lil: Didn't know you had it in ya.

Chuckie: Thanks, guys.

i think.

(Beeping sound)

Chuckie: Lil, if you're gonna hide in my animals, you have to put 'em back where they were.

(Beeping sound continues)

Like Mr. Muffle can't be next to Ms. Boo.

She scares him.

Tommy: Whats that beep?

Phil: Don't look at me.

Screwdriver: Jr. Carpenters always do their best.

Tommy: Its not my trusty studriver.

(Another beeping sound)

Susie: We know we're not beeping, but now i know who is.

Its Chuckie.

Except that's not our Chuckie.

Tommy: Of course thats our Chuckie.

Lil: Susie, did you have your nap yet?

Susie: No.

But thats not important right now.